Leo opened the door already amused she had been true to her word about getting lost in her own backyard. A few minutes late with the directions he had given her, but he would forgive the minor transgression because after all she had warned him. A little smile held her lips when she entered then she laughed at herself for getting lost.
With purpose she followed him up the landing asking where to put her bags, but then dropped them where she wanted before he could answer. He wanted to grab her, pull her to him, and suffocate her with his intensity. She removed her coat, he could not move. Red dress, tall, hairs falling across her back, more beautiful than he imagined, he could only pause in his own intense reaction to her.
Ashton approached him still amused, coat in hand. Coming close to him he only said hello before he pulled her to him and crushed her mouth with his. For as long as she could she held her coat in one hand. His tongue held her in place; one hand explored her backside pressing her against him in demand, the other wrapped fingers into her hair. She dropped her coat to the floor. The vise in his kiss made her fingers melt; she couldn't help but drop it so she could fully wrap herself into him. If her passion for waiting had been a train, he had just met her on the other side of the track and crashed into her. Intensity had just become a word brought to life.
Slowly the intensity calmed enough to evaluate the casualties. Breaking apart they both smiled enough to know no real damage had been done.
"I can't believe I got lost," Ashton laughed to break the awkward moment and picked up her coat.
Taking her hand and her coat from her Leo said, "Come let me show you the house."
He led her through an oblong kitchen filled in the end corner with a modern overstuffed breakfast nook that made Ashton think of a quaint 50's diner with an upscale twist. The sliding glass doors reflected their images briefly to her. When he slid the door open it was as if he'd wiped them into another dimension. There one moment, gone the next looking into total darkness with a blast of cold air hitting her stocking legs to reinforce this idea. Ashton was wondering if she really had stepped into another plane of existence being there at all. Catching her heel on the bottom lip of the sliding door she came back into this world leaning on his arm for support. He led her to an upper back deck landing to see an enormous pool stretching the length of his backyard over the rail.
"That is very nice, but I won't be doing that tonight!" Ashton proclaimed with a shiver.
"No, you won't," Leo spoke softly into her ear touching her face with his thumb pressing her jaw roughly and turning her back to go inside.
The family room off the kitchen was lit with an enormous fireplace wall. Center stage the flames burned steady in mesmerizing heat. A single leather reclining chair with footstool and plush inviting love seats cozened a pattern in the room. The open expanse of the room filled with firelight danced shadows over the walls and high ceilings. The embers of this glow softly cast their own dancing images, growing longer on the floor as they moved to the hallway towards the front of the house. Leo paused there to hang her coat in a closet. Ashton looked over the open landing admiring the entrance to the house from above. A high ceiling, double doors, the house looking down was an open invitation to explore and be comfortable in. Ashton relaxed enjoying his consideration in hanging her coat for her. She smiled and took his hand down the hallway.
"Here is your bathroom," he said opening a door to her right. Leading her further he showed her two more bedrooms before reaching the end of the hall.
"This is my room," he stated simply turning on the light and leading her in. This was not a place he spent much time in she thought instantly. It was a true single man's room with the necessities and not much more to adorn its four corners on the compass. She felt the echo of loneliness here and wanted to abate that feeling for him, but held her composure stoic because she didn't want to get lost again.
The tour left Ashton in the hall bath to repair her appearance. She had left her nervousness at the front door. Her sense of direction had already overshadowed that. When she left the bath and found her way back, he was sitting easily in his leather chair. She walked towards him, any inhibitions already overcome and filed away in her waiting for this night. He welcomed her with his hand. She stepped one leg across his splayed ones extended out onto the footstool and straddled him. Pulling her closer she found her knees resting on each side of his hips, her bottom resting on his thighs. This position brought her red dress creeping up her thighs showing the tops of her stockings and the grip of her garter on them. His fingers played there snapping her garter against her leg making her moan a little in her throat.
Intensity had found another avenue. He gripped her tightly on each side of her thighs finding her mouth above him. Her arms a willow away took his shoulders gripping tightly as his tongue pushed inside her mouth; she pulled more of him greedily inside. She moaned inside of his mouth with his hands gripping her thighs in a hard demanding embrace. He moved his hands to grip her waist pressing his thumbs into her belly slowly adding more fingers to fan against her. To her it felt like he was trying to press himself through her. She had to break her mouth from his to look at him. She couldn't breathe fully, so taken with the sensation of the pressure he was extending to her inside. She waited to feel discomfort, there wasn't any? His eyes looked into hers changing from easy grace to full expectation. He was full of a changing fire and not just from the beautiful fireplace behind her. Watching him she read there, I am your guide, let me show you. She pushed her body into his fingers accepting the painful pressure and relaxing into it letting it spread its heat inside of her. If he had released his hands at that moment she would have begged just at that moment for him to bring them back.
A little house kitty's jump in the lap halted that avenue to a dead end. Ashton couldn't help it she jumped with surprise not at the intrusion, but to the damage a little kitty would do to her stockings.
Brushing the cat aside he took her mouth again. His hands moved to her inner thighs squeezing so tightly Ashton went rigid on his lap with the painful sensation. Her breath escaped her lips into his mouth; she could feel him smile against them as he released her thighs. Moving his hands up each side of her body, he rested them briefly around her throat pushing her up away from his mouth to watch her face. She gave no intention of moving away as he pressed his thumbs into her windpipe before gathering her hair from each side of her face.
Leo gripped her hair in both hands cruelly, keeping his eyes on her expression. She gave him total acquiescence in her complete stillness. Her only movement came in the tightening of her face around her brilliant eyes and the pout in her lips. She breathed in short quiet moans trying to accommodate the tightness against her scalp. Leo pulled her to him in this grip, her bare neck and collar bone exposed to his mouth and teeth. Hungrily his mouth fed on her skin as he pleased, moving her by her hair in the direction he wanted. Her moans drifted around him like soft music. He wanted to pursue and consume more of her, but knew time was running short. He pushed her back again.
