His hands sunk out of sight, but I couldn't feel them yet. Lightly he touched my lower back and it made me jump a little.
"I was asked to help anyway I could, you're too tense, you need to relax" his sultry voice whispered as he placed his lips half an inch from my ear. He'd been my celebrity crush for years, I'd been ecstatic when Rick had told me I was going to meet him, but I'd never expected this. He was a renowned singer/songwriter who was prolific in his field. He made music which touched the heart and soul.
Rock music was what we both loved and Rick had gotten him in to help me do some writing.
I smiled softly and looked away from his searching eyes. He was hot, talented, but also a lot older than me. And by I lot, I mean he's a year older than my mother. His soft lips brushed mine and my next breath trembled. I was still finding all of this hard to believe.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" I asked tentatively and I was sure that he could hear the small fear I felt. This man was legend, and he was trying to get me into bed. His hand travelled lower to rest just on the top of my arse as he brushed his lips beside my ear.
"Unless you have a problem with it" He replied and I giggled a little. "I'll take that as a no." He said and kissed me, properly.
I'd fantasised about kissing him, but the reality was so much better. I wound my fingers through his loosely curled hair and his hold on me tightened. Slowly yet confidently, he slipped his hand into the back of my pants and squeezed my butt.
Melting into him I could tell he was happy to be in this situation. All I'd done was kiss him and yet I could already feel him pressed hard against the confines of his pants. I'm not sure whose idea it was, but we slipped down the couch so that he was above me as he undid the buttons to my blouse. He kissed down the line of my neck as the last button of my top gave way and the fabric fell to the side, exposing my bra and bare stomach. I moved one hand from his hair to fumble with the fist button of his shirt and he moved his mouth to mine. We kissed while I undressed him and all the time, I couldn't believe this was real.
His shirt finally fell open and I used both hands to get it off his shoulders. He sat up and wiggled out of it. I felt ridiculous as I watched the muscles flex in his arms and chest. He was like a work of art as he moved. The thought caused a hot blush to travel up my neck to rest in my cheeks. He smiled mischievously down at me and dumped his shirt over the back of the couch.
His facial hair tickled my neck as he moved down towards my shoulder. When he got to my shoulder he paused. It was almost a sensory overload when he suddenly bit down gently on my shoulder and slipped his hand into my bra at the same time. I hadn't expected either action, the combination made me gasp and close my eyes. He bit ever so slightly harder and when I didn't protest, he applied even more pressure. It was enough that it could possibly leave a bruise in the morning.
"Fuck." I whispered and his following chuckle told me exactly what his reply was going to be before he'd even said it.
"Would you like to take this to the bedroom?" He breathed in my ear and I couldn't do anything but nod. His touch lingered as he sat up and finally stood. I was frozen on the couch for a moment simply in awe of everything. He lowered a hand down to me and when I took it, he hauled me to my feet. But he didn't stop there. Next thing I knew, I was airborne then cradled in his arms, held close to his chest. I yelped a little and clung to him for a moment. Apparently I wasn't going to expect any of what he did this evening.
As he moved off towards the bedroom I buried my face into the fold of his neck. His smell alone was intoxicating. It was hard to explain, but he had a very masculine smell. There was no way to imitate it with artificial fragrance, it was pure man.
He shifted my weight and I looked up to see him concentrating on the door handle. I laughed as he finally got in open and virtually threw me onto the bed. I shuffled on the bed a little to get more comfortable and motioned for him to join me. The look on his face was simple, and another thing that was exclusively male. There was only one way to explain it, sex.
He climbed onto the bed with me and I sat up just enough to kiss him. I lay back down and dragged him over towards me more. This kiss lingered and promised many dirty things to come. I nibbled on his bottom lip and the reply of a grunt followed as he moved his hips closer to mine. He needed out of those pants.
His left hand slipped behind my back as his right slipped my bra strap from my shoulder. He held his weight on his elbows as he undid the clasp of my bra. He pulled it off me and moved down the line of my body. His warm and hard crouch was pressed firmly against the lower part of my thigh as he kissed my left breast. I closed my eyes and moaned quietly as he took my hard nipple into his mouth and rolled it around his tongue. He sucked slightly and let more into his mouth. I moaned more and locked my fingers into his hair. It'd been too long since I'd been able to do anything like this. University and music had taken up most of my time. What little I'd had left had been spent in cafes with friends.
He sucked on my boob as he moved his hand towards the button of my pants. It was almost endearing when he struggled a little with getting it undone. Admittedly, they were pretty tight and even I had problems with them occasionally. The button popped open and as he lowered the zip he wasted no time in getting past my underwear.
