Dangerous Pleasures
Something about the affirmation, and the risk, and the convergence of male and female energy made her yearn for new male encounters… The static in the air from sexual attraction, and the ignition of a flame when new bodies touched... Everything was new; every kiss, every drop of sweat, every hitched breath was charming – and the risk of mundaneity was null when you commit to non-commitment.
There is something inherently macabre about lovers meeting anonymously; placing trust in photographs and text messages, but finding solace in the fact that they’re temporary, and the enraptured payoff always worthwhile. This is the preference when you are a collector of experiences, and an addict for euphoria.
There was no use for names when she opened the door in her silken thigh length robe. They both knew the arrangement. He was beautiful; a picture of male physique: Broad shouldered, clean shaven, and outwardly confident. She had to wonder how she ever landed this deal; but in truth it was easy…
The drive toward mutual need.
As soon as they were behind closed doors, passion erupted from silence. He embraced her, heat emanating through layers of silk and cotton. As they kissed and familiarized themselves with each other’s bodies, he pulled her robe down over her shoulders and exposed her taut, perky breasts. She felt her nipples, stiffened by arousal, press against the firmness of his chest. He grabbed a fist of her hair at the nape of her neck and kissed her with seductive force. Her vision blurred from the intensity with which the encounter began; she felt tipsy with heady arousal.
Guiding her backward by her hair, he led her to the edge of the bed. Untying her robe, he grazed his thumb over her breasts, giving each nipple sensuous flicks of his tongue. She moans, moist from the aggressive hold on her hair and the sharp sensation of his tongue on her breasts. She needs him inside her. Such a primal need, she squirms against his hardened cock, still enveloped by denim. She feels him throb between her thighs, confirming his desire for her body, for his release.
When he releases her to use both his hands to grasp her hips, she frees herself from the sleeves of the robe, allowing the dim light to cast shadows on her full body. He relishes its newness to him, and stares wide eyed as his lips play into a smirk. When he pulls her to him she catches the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head, revealing the concrete slab of perfectly smooth muscle underneath. She starts a light trail of kisses from his left shoulder, down his collarbone and up the side of his neck before gently tugging his earlobe with her teeth. She is brazen now... teasing him with her tongue as she presses her breasts into him and uses her deft fingers to free his belt and then the button fly of his jeans, releasing his throbbing, perfect cock.
As she strokes, she clasps the back of his neck with her free hand, challenging his dominance and looking him in the eyes. His fingers digging into her hips now; his breath catching as he bites down on his lower lip to will himself to last longer. With a brusque kiss, he drops his jeans and effortlessly lifts her up and onto the bed. Placing one hand on her clavicle, she obligingly arches back, offering an erotic view of her breasts and sex. Still standing, he pulls her to him with his free hand and places his member on her cleft. She is wet, anxious for the release he will give her. He strokes her swollen clit with his cock, making her moan and arch toward him. His hand locked on her throat, making blood rush to her head and send the room into a haze.
Her legs were already shaking in anticipation when he slammed his rock hard cock into her. It was a delectable fullness, with just the right edge of pain. She felt complete when connected so intimately; able to give and receive freely what each wanted so badly. She felt him stroke every hidden bundle of nerves deep inside her. He pounded into her ruthlessly, one hand gripping her hip so tightly she was sure to bruise, the other hand gripped on her throat. She was coming undone…her wetness providing perfect motivation for him to continue. She played with herself for his hungry eyes, knowing exactly what he wanted to see. Circling her clit and gently tugging on her nipples, orgasms were rippling through her body. She could barely hear his moans and animalistic growls as she found her release. This was her nirvana.
He pulled out in time for her to take him in her mouth and milk him completely. She circled her tongue around the head and grasped his balls in her hand. His legs quaked as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and filled her mouth with hot cum. She was thirsty for him in a way he had not experienced with another woman, and it sent him over the edge.
With sighs and gentle moans of ecstasy, they lay together embraced for the last few moments of their encounter, enjoying the silence of anonymity and mutual pleasure and warmth of bare skin on bare skin.
They both knew they would likely never speak again - in fact, had never actually spoken, and the understanding provided a comfortable parting. One last kiss at the door, for gratitude, for memories’ sake, and for trust, and he was gone.
