We’d been flirting and now he was ready to swallow me up.
I had on my silkiest robe, red with bright orange plumerias on it. It reminded me of the tropics and anywhere but here. Work today dragged into infinity. Now, all I wanted was to finish off a bottle of red that I’d opened last night and to have a bowl of ice cream with it. French vanilla. They went together so well. I checked out my home with pride as I walked through the living room into the kitchen.
My house shared a lot with a couple of others, but only one could see into my place. He was so sexy. Taller than me, broad shoulders, dark hair, green eyes, engaging smile. I’d wanted to invite him over for a long time but never had. I felt like such a cougar compared to him, though I think someone had mentioned he was in his thirties.
Young-looking thirties, I thought. My curtains were open as were the windows. The seasons were starting to change, and the air blowing in was cool against my warm skin. My nipples hardened in response and I shivered delicately. The silk felt like a kiss against my heated body.
I had my Feeling Myself playlist on while I walked across the room. My robe slid open just as I looked at the picture windows, realizing I’d forgotten to close the curtains.
There he was.
Beautiful specimen of a man. Watching me. He only had a long white t-shirt on. His thick cock protruded, peeking out from below. He had a bottle of beer in his hand. He raised it to me.
We’d been playing this game for weeks where we would pretend to “accidentally” see each other in different stages of nakedness. At breakfast, while we brewed our coffee, at lunch when we would both stand over our counters like barbarians and scarf down a sandwich. Or like now for an evening cocktail. He must have wanted to end the pretense; this was the first time we’d actually acknowledged each other.
I wasn’t ready yet.
Swiftly turning away from the window, my robe fluttered open, showing the side of my body. Full breasts, pink panties, thick thighs, and painted toes flashed for a very long second before I grasped the robe’s edges more securely. Opening my fridge, I bent over, dancing to the music. My ass shook from side to side, the silk gliding over me, but not quite exposing anything. I pulled out the ice cream from the freezer. The wine was on the counter, waiting for me.
Trying to be inconspicuous, I glanced over my shoulder. He stood there, and now that cock was thick and long, pointing directly at me. Or at least it felt that way. As he stood there, drinking his beer without a care in the world, I felt an urge to get on my knees and absolutely devour him. I wanted to bury his cock deep inside my throat until I could barely breathe. I wanted to…I wanted…so much.
But it was unnerving. Opportunity was knocking with a huge cock and I still felt gunshy from the divorce. We were finalized two years ago and I hadn’t slept with anyone since.
What if I didn’t know what I was doing? What if I froze because it was someone new? What if it was horribly awkward?
Better to play it safe and not do anything. Feeling a little sad about my decision, but knowing it was the right one, I gathered up my snacks and made my way into the living room. It was time to Netflix and chill with a series that would break my heart through Season three.
After the rat bastard had moved out, I got rid of everything that reminded me of him. Now my living room reflected my aesthetic, with cool jewel tones and comfy furniture. My favorite piece was the large sectional sofa that was deep maroon. Perfect to disguise any wine spills. I poured a large glass of wine and took a sip. Delicious. I’d cued up my show that I was in the middle of just as there was a knock at the door.
Could it be? No, couldn’t be, right? Just in case, I tied my robe close and grabbed my wine for fortitude, and answered the door.
There he stood. The man of my fantasies smiling down at me. I blinked owlishly. “Fancy seeing you here.” Who was this husky voiced harlot? I barely sounded like myself!
“I think it’s about time, don’t you?” His voice was so deep, like a midnight walk in the forest. I’d never heard him before. Now, I just wanted to hear him say my name.
“I’m Blisse by the way,” I said with a cocky smirk. “You should remember that for later.” Still got it.
He leaned forward and took my free hand. His scent tickled my nose, it wasn’t cologne. His smell seemed to heat me up inside. Flipping my hand over, he kissed me right on my pulse. My mind’s ability to function paused for a moment. Everything focused on his firm lips against my soft flesh.
“I’m Greyson. The pleasure is truly mine.”
That voice again. Fuck. It was as if it was out of a storybook of seduction.
I glanced down and noted he was wearing shorts now.
He chuckled. “It seemed a bit much to come over without any pants on.”
I wouldn’t have minded. “Would you like to come in?” I asked instead, turning to lead him in. His gaze burned through my robe, landing on my ass. I put an extra swing in my hips, channeling my inner Jessica Rabbit.
I settled in my corner and then invited him to sit with me. Greyson sat right beside me, his thigh warming mine. Every point where he touched me felt like fire. This kind of attraction was new to me. Maybe it was the months of sexual deprivation, the weeks of teasing shows, or the chemistry between us, but I wanted him. I turned to him slowly and my robe exposed more of my breasts. Not to be arrogant, but they were my favorite part of my body. Large and rounded globes of sexy with dark nipples to match.
“Would you like — ” I don’t know how I was going to end that sentence. He leaned forward and stole the softest of kisses.
He leaned back and looked me in the eye. “Is this alright with you, Blisse? I’ve been thinking about tasting you with every cup of coffee that I’ve poured since I moved over there. I couldn’t help myself.”
He wanted me like I wanted him? Pushing back all of the doubts and insecurities, I leaned forward, pressing my soft lips against his. Nibbling his bottom one and when he gasped, exploring him with my tongue. He tasted of beer and something sweet. Something him. I moaned, trying to get closer to him.
His hands that had been casually holding me until this point, were active now, sliding past the flimsy barrier and pressing against my skin. His mouth slanted over mine, taking control, as his hand slid from my thick waist to my breast. He growled in my mouth, the sound a rumble as he stroked my nipple ever so gently. He rained kisses down my jaw before settling on my neck. Kissing me and then biting me. The feeling shot through my body, landing in my pulsating pussy. He licked the tiny wound, and I whimpered. It had been so long.
Both of his hands were full of my breasts, massaging them. Squeezing them. Pulling and tugging on my hard nipples. My back arched, giving him access to me. I wanted him to do whatever he wanted.
“I want to taste you, everywhere,” he whispered into my ear. “Are you ready for that?”
I nodded my head.
He chuckled, “No, I need to hear the words. Tell me you want my mouth all over your body.”
I groaned, repeating the words.
He bit my shoulder. “Say it louder. I’m not sure I can hear you.”
The command in his tone was impossible to ignore.“Fuck…please! I want your mouth all over my body!” I begged. He seemed to key into my kinks.
His smile was triumphant as he lifted my breast to his mouth. He licked my nipple, blowing on it gently, making me shiver from the contact. His kisses circled my nipple and then he took me in. Sucking me strongly. I ran my fingers through his hair, my hips moving of their own accord.
He looked up at me, his eyes full of mischief. “Don’t worry, I’ll get there.” Unhurried, he moved from one breast to the other, sucking me, nibbling me. Rolling his tongue around my nipple in a way that I hoped he would do to my clit. I was hyperaware, my breasts swelling from his attention and my arousal.
His lips traced a path between my breasts down to my middle. I felt self-conscious and automatically tried to cover up. He looked up with annoyance. “There’s no need to try to hide from me. You know I like it.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but couldn’t think of a way to accurately describe my feelings to a virtual stranger. He saw the conflict in my eyes and seemed to make a decision. He pushed me backward, raising my hands above my head. Offering me to him. He took the robe tie and bound my wrists together. I pulled a little at the bond. I could easily pull free if I needed to, but that wasn’t the point. It was symbolic. I was giving in to him for the night. I didn’t have to do anything other than take what he wanted to give me.
He nibbled on my earlobe. “Are you good with this? With letting me take control tonight?”
I nodded before realizing my mistake. His hand against my backside was swift and firm. I gasped. “Yes, I’m good with this. Thank you!”
His chuckle was dark and sensual, causing me to whimper in response. He continued his way down my body, licking here, biting there. Squeezing my breasts. Nipping at my waist.
“Open for me,” he said, his voice leaving no room for arguments. And I had no protests inside of me. I felt shy, but I opened my legs a little. His shoulder made me open wider, one foot on the floor, the other leg on his shoulder.
He leaned into me, and I could hear him smelling me. “Like a fine wine,” he murmured almost to himself. He kissed my inner thighs making them tremble. My every reaction was on a wire edge. It seemed like he couldn’t wait any longer, his tongue gently tasting my juices. He groaned, leaning fully in. He swiped at me, kissed me, nibbled my lower lips. I felt like I was the main course and he was going to devour me.
His tongue ran across my throbbing button. The feeling shot through me like he was a livewire. I groaned out loud, my hands wrapped in his hair. My hips bucked up on their own, and he used his weight to pin me down.
He looked up at me. “Don’t move,” he said. “I want to taste every inch of you.”
I cried out again as his lips locked around me, sucking on me, the invisible link between my clit and my midsection alive. I tried to be good and not move, but it would’ve been impossible without his weight on me. His fingers stroked my slick cunt before entering me. Filling me as he pushed into me again and again. I could feel that come hither motion.
And I could feel the pressure building. I hadn’t asked him if he liked that. If he would want that.
“I might…I might…squirt,” I gasped out. He looked at me and smirked.
“Drown me,” he said, before returning to his meal. The sounds he was making, the murmurs of approval, the groans of appreciation, the movements of his fingers, the feel of his lips and tongue tasting me, teasing me.
It was all too much. I couldn’t contain myself. I cried out, my legs stiffening, my pussy spasming. My body released into him. He drank from me, encouraging me to give him more.
“Let go, baby, that’s it. Give it to me. Fuck you’re so hot,” he said, sucking on me, licking me. I lay in a shaky mess, my heartbeat in my ears. I didn’t think I could — I thought I was done. But he was unrelenting. Squeezing my thighs, biting them close to my quivering cunt.
His fingers didn’t stop their motions. His eyes had a mad cast to them, his grin was sly. His face was covered with my juices.
“Give me more, Blisse. I want you unable to think. You have too many thoughts in your head,” he whispered to me.
I couldn’t speak, my mouth open as I gasped for breath. My body was hot, waves of heat passing over as his clever tongue and fingers took me over. Nothing existed outside of Greyson and this moment. Everything faded.
And then it snapped and I screamed as another orgasm left me a whimpering mess. He chuckled in satisfaction. He removed his fingers, kissing the hood of my lady, my quivering waist, my breasts, one then the other, and finally landing on my lips. I tasted myself on his tongue and I moaned. He lazily kissed me as he released me from the binds.
“What about you?” I asked, my voice so ravaged, I could barely recognize myself.
“Next time,” he said, kissing my forehead. “Did you think this was the only time? I’m addicted to all of those sweet juices. I’ll be back for my Blisse.”