(This is my first attempt at writing anything, I hope its OK. I'd really appreciate some -friendly- feedback and no suggestion will be taken offensively)
Sara had seen him in the rehearsal space the first day he'd be drafted in from out of town to work on the new show, and hadn't stopped thinking of him since. His dark hair, worn slightly long; his olive skin and his chocolate eyes had been the focus of her fantasies for weeks, as she'd laid in bed alone at nights; her mind – and hands – wandering as she imagined all the things she wanted to do with him. Of course she could never talk to him, other than to make polite conversation in the theatre. But sometimes, she could swear she'd catch him staring at her. She'd asked people about him, but hadn't been able to gather much information. It seemed not many people knew much about this new, mysterious stranger; other than the fact that his name was Marshall.
Then came the party; it was one of the actresses birthdays and she was throwing a big bash in the local club. Champagne flowed as freely as the conversation and everyone was having a great time. Holly was letting her hair down "Why not?" She thought, "It's not every night I'm invited to a party this glamourous." And that's when he approached, glass in hand, wide smile on his handsome face. They had talked and laughed, she had felt like she was the only woman in the room.
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They stood close to each other as the lift made its way up to the penthouse. She felt giddy as she breathed in and his scent washed over her; it was a heady, manly scent that made her shiver with her longing for him. "Stop this," Sara told herself mentally "He'd never want you in the same way you want him. He's just showing you the room." But she couldn't banish the mental images that flooded her mind. The ding of the lift reaching its destination brought her back to her senses, and as they stepped through the door into the room she let out a gasp.
A huge window looked out over the bay, and the room was decorated softly in blues and whites. "It's a little girly for my taste, but they serve great breakfasts here," He was suddenly speaking very close to her ear as he took her coat. She shivered again as his hands brushed against her shoulders, they were warm and smooth, just as she'd imagined. "I'm sorry, are you cold?" He asked her, obviously noticing the shiver. "Oh, no, no," She stammered, embarrassed that he'd seen and that her desire was so apparent. "The view, it's just so beautiful."
"Yeah, it's pretty great isn't it? Do you fancy anything to drink?" His voice came this time from a little kitchenette further away from her. She envied him for sounding so cool and calm in her presence, and wished she had some of his self assurance as she joked shakily "Are you trying to get me drunk?" She instantly felt stupid for saying it, but tried to cover her regret with a casual laugh as she took the glass he handed her. "No," replied, "I'm just trying to get you to relax, you seem nervous." She looked up at him and he smiled, pushing a lock of her hair behind her ear. "I don't... I don't really know why, I just, well I mean..." She spluttered, only stopping because he had placed a finger gently against her lips and was leaning towards her, staring into her eyes.
The first kiss was gentle, a brush of the lips, to quieten her. But she knew, from that one little kiss, that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. There was a buzzing energy she could feel in him, which he was struggling to hold back from her. She could feel the same energy building in her too, somewhere low down, an insistent pulsing of anticipation that she couldn't ignore. He pulled back from her, his deep chocolate brown eyes boring into hers, as he took the drink from her and placed it on a nearby table.
This time, the kiss was more intense. He closed his eyes and took a step towards her, closing any distance there was between them, and placed a strong hand on the small of her back pulling her body close as the kiss got deeper. She opened her lips and felt him respond, his tongue lightly dipping into her mouth, tenderly flicking her tongue. A small moan escaped her as thoughts stirred about what that tongue could do to her, and he pulled her even tighter to him. She ran her fingers through his hair and held him firmly, not wanting this moment to end.
He pulled away again, and she nearly moaned again in frustration that such a passionate kiss was so short lived. She looked into his eyes and saw that the buzzing energy she'd felt in him earlier was behind them, making them burn brightly, and he smiled "I've wanted to kiss you for so long," he whispered, "I just didn't know whether you wanted me to!" I response she kissed him again, fiercely and firmly, to prove a point. Words weren't her strong suit, and anyway, she was so shocked by the feeling that kiss had left her with that words had deserted her by now. The slow burning anticipation she'd felt earlier had ignited into a flame, burning deep inside her.
Slowly, he reached behind her, and unzipped her dress. The olive green silk rustled slightly as it slithered to the floor, caressing her skin as it fell. She stood before him in her underwear, and his eyes were darting about, taking in all of her. Her womanly curves, the black silky briefs and bra - both edged with just a hint of green lace, to match the dress – and the way it contrasted with her porcelain skin and deep red hair. He sighed as he looked at her, and saw the rush of blood flow to her cheeks as if she was embarrassed at this appraisal of her. She stepped lightly out of the dress, still wearing the black heels she'd come in, and reached up to the pin holding up her hair. She pulled it out and shook her red curls out of their neat 'do. They fell around her shoulders and he sighed again. She really had no idea how beautiful she was.
She began slowly unbuttoning his shirt, running her hands along his muscles as she did so. He tilted her head back so he could see her, and kissed her again while the shirt slid off his shoulders. As he did so, she stepped back, pulling him with her, and fell back onto the blue bed sheets. Giggling, she undid her shoes and tipped them off her feet. He smiled at the sound of that giggle, this was a completely different person to the shy woman he had become used to seeing around the office, this was a temptress, and he was going to treat her as such.
She moved back, so she was sitting in the centre of the bed, and he crawled towards her. Taking her in his arms again he brushed her hair away from her neck and began to kiss along her jaw line. He made a trail of quick, gently little kisses from the hollow of her throat, down to her chest and began to kiss the skin of her breasts, along where they disappeared from view underneath her bra. He felt her breathing begin to get shallower as he made his way back up and began to nibble at her ear as his hand explored her breasts, her waist, her hips and then her thighs, gently brushing her underwear.
He stopped biting her ear long enough to whisper "Do you want me?" and to hear her sharp moan of "Yes!" before he was taking off her bra, exposing her hard nipples beneath. He took one into his mouth and began to suck gently. Her breathing became even shallower and he looked up to see her biting her lip, her eyes closed. He used his tongue to gently flick at the nipple, teasing her with the knowledge of what else he could be licking.
He ran his hand down her stomach to again brush at her panties. He went further this time, pushing open her thighs to stroke the silky material where her pussy was. He could feel the wetness through the thin fabric, and nearly groaned out loud as he kissed her. Knowing how much she wanted him turned him on even more and he decided it was time to stop teasing. He slid his body down, leaving a line of kisses down her chest and her front till he was sliding her underwear off. Climbing between her legs, he kissed up and down her thighs, not breaking eye contact as he went from one leg to another, only pausing to gently lick her clit once as he went past. This teasing was too much for her and he heard her sharp intake of breath.
He rubbed her wet, open lips with one finger before sliding it slowly inside her, feeling her moisture and her warmth. He longed for a taste; licking her clit with the tip of his tongue had left a flavour that he couldn't resist. He buried his face between her thighs, opening his mouth over the little mound, sucking and licking it. He could hear her moaning now, her breathing fast and shallow. It was making him so hard, pleasuring this eager woman. She could feel his tongue darting and licking, could feel the blood pounding through her veins as the fire rippled through her.
Her hips began to buck and grind and her back arched as she rode the wave of pleasure. He could feel her wetness soaking him now, mixing with his own saliva to drip from her.
