"Does he know about the stories?" His voice had lowered in tone and she felt it like a physical caress. She nodded, his knuckles were now touching her knees where they rested on his own knees. "Does he care that you're writing about another man?"
"He doesn't read them." His fingers moved, his knuckles tentatively stroking her knee. She held her breath, keenly aware of how close his face was to hers. "They're just s..stories Alexander." She was trying to convince herself as his fingertips slid along the tops of her knees now, stroking her legs through the fabric of her capri pants. Every inch of her skin tingled in response. He was moving slowly closer to her, his body leaning forward, she could feel heat radiating from him.
"I know they're only story's, I understand. But..." his eyes met hers briefly and then his head leaned forward slightly and his lips barely touched the side of her neck below her ear. He stayed there a moment and she could feel him breathing against her skin, making her nipples harden. "I can't stop thinking about them." His voice at her ear made her hands tremble where they sat on her lap, his hands were now spread open palmed over the top of both her knees, his thumbs running along her lower inner thighs. She took a shuddering breath in. She couldn't believe this was happening and briefly wondered if she was having some sort of mental break. Then he pulled her earlobe into his warm wet mouth and she let out a cry.
Her eyes closed as she leaned toward him breathing in his scent, his hands sliding up the outside of her legs to her hips, rolling her chair closer toward him, her legs spreading to his knees. He gently slid his tongue along the sensitive skin of her earlobe and she moaned as he pulled on it gently with his teeth. His hands slid up the side of her hips to her waist, pulling her body closer and closer until the chair was solidly against his knees. Her legs were spread wide on either side of his thighs and she suddenly flew back into her body. What the hell was she doing? She quickly pushed against his hard chest and rolled the chair back across the room until it ran into her own massage table.
They both sat in silence breathing heavily. She gripped the bottom of her chair, holding onto it to the point of pain, her fingers aching with tension. She stared at a stained spot on the hardwood floor in front of her, focusing on it and not the way her skin felt like it was on fire. She could hear him shifting in the chair across the room from her and she lifted her eyes briefly to see him start to stand. She shook her head at him and he froze, sitting back down, watching her. They stared at each other. His expression was one she had only ever imagined in her deepest darkest fantasy's being directed at her. Her breathing quickened again and he leaned forward watching her body, she shook her head 'no' again. He let out a heavy sigh and then sat back in his chair, looking like a scolded child. She smiled slightly.
"I'm sorry but we can't." He shrugged.
"Don't be sorry. It was worth a shot," she laughed slightly at this making him smile. He tilted his head at her, "Are you sure you don't wanna?" She rolled her eyes at him and shook her head.
"No, I'm not sure. That's the problem." He was watching her with such intensity she had to look away again. "I do love my boyfriend," her eyes flicked up to his for a moment and then back down to that stain on the floor.
"I understand." They were silent for a moment and she could still feel his eyes on her. "Can I ask for a favor?" Taking a deep breath, she lifted her eyes back to his, feeling her stomach flip flop with the intensity behind his gaze. "Please?" His tone pleaded just enough to make her feel safe and she nodded 'yes' before she thought better of it. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly, "Tell me what we would do, if you hadn't stopped us. Tell me a story Becca." Oh shit, she thought, realizing what he was asking for.
"I can't," she said shaking her head. He leaned back in his chair, casually sliding his hand to the front of his shorts running his palm along the very evident ridge of his dick. Her eyes were transfixed on that hand as he gripped himself, slowly running it along his length. Her chest felt like it would burst, feeling her core clench in response to his boldness.
"Yeah you can. Please?" His voice wavered and his hand tensed where it ran along his dick. She lifted her eyes to his face, his eyes were closed, head leaning against the wall. "Tell me what you want to do with me. What you think about when I'm here." His hand slid up his stomach lifting the edge of his shirt, disappearing under the edge of his shorts. She could see the top of his hard length peeking out of the top of his shorts and she felt her mouth go dry. She wanted to cross the room and crawl on top of him but she couldn't. Could she?
"I'd..." his hand froze under the fabric as she started to speak, she continued to stare at it. "I'd walk across the room and pull those shorts off you." His hand started to move again, slowly stroking, his thumb touching the tip on the upstroke. "I'd kneel in front of you and take you into my mouth." He let out a small choked sound in the back of his throat and his hand froze in place at the base of his shorts.
"Then what?" His voice was urgent and breathy, she liked the sound.
"I'd suck on you until you came down my throat." He moaned now stroking faster under his shorts. She wanted to see him so badly. "Let me see," she pleaded. His eyes flew open meeting hers, mouth open in surprise as his breath came in short gasps. He slowly pushed his shorts down over his hips letting them bunch around his ankles. "The sh...the shirt too." She could barely speak, she was so thirsty for him. Keeping his eyes on hers, he lifted his shirt up and over his head. She had seen his naked chest and stomach before, but never past that. His waist hollowed into his hip bones that framed a patch of dark brown hair around a thick penis that stood hard against his bellybutton. He stared up at her, a challenge in his expression.
"Tell me more," his hand ran along his lower abdominal muscles making them tense and release with his touch. She swallowed hard and ran her tongue along her bottom lip, he saw this and slid his hand up towards his right nipple. He slowly took the small nub between his thumb and pointer finger tugging gently. He let out a low groan in the back of his throat and then gripped his dick with his other hand, his tongue wetting his own bottom lip. She stared, swallowing hard and making a decision in her mind.
"Then I'd take my clothes off too." His eyes widened, her hands shaking as she slowly lifted the bottom of her shirt up and over her head. The hand on his dick started to move quickly again. She unhooked her bra behind her back and let it drop to the floor. She reached for the tie on her capri pants, she wanted to stand to take them off, but she wasn't sure her legs would work right now. She wiggled them down her hips and legs, leaving her panties on. This wasn't technically cheating, right? It was all a fantasy, like her story's, that's all. The cool air hitting her bare thighs begged to differ with her, but she clung to her mental excuses.
"Take those off," he begged, his eyes staring intently at her panties, "Please?" She froze, her body wanting so many things in this moment she couldn't move. "Becca?" She hooked her thumbs under the edge of her panties, standing slowly on shaky legs, pushing them down her thighs, kicking them off of her ankles. She was standing now and couldn't seem to remember how to sit down again. His eyes were touching every inch of her skin from feet to face, finally meeting her eyes. "Can I tell you what I'd do?" His voice raw with tension made her breath catch, she was totally lost now. The fantasy had started to walk and talk, she couldn't stop this now even if she had wanted to. Which she fucking didn't.
"Yes." Her voice was throaty and she smiled with the realization. He smiled back at her, some of the intensity in his eyes softening. He stood up from his chair now, kicking his shorts away from his ankles. She openly stared at every inch of his gorgeous form. Her fantasies had been vivid and pretty accurate, but to see it in the flesh, literally and figuratively was a whole new thing. His chest was wide and hard with muscle, a medium amount of dark brown hair covered parts of it, down to his thickly toned abdominal muscles, leading to that thick hard penis and those wide solid thighs. He was a romance novel come to life and a small giggle escaped her throat. He tilted his head to the side looking suddenly shy at her response. She shook her head at him, "You're just," she gestured at his body, "Holy shit!" His face spread into a wide smile, her heart fluttered and her legs almost failed.
"You're very beautiful yourself. I'm going to touch you now," she opened her mouth to protest, "Pretend this is still just a fantasy if you need to, I don't care. But I'm gonna fucking touch you." He moved the short distance between them and stood inches before her, his chest hair just touching the tips of her nipples. She stared at his throat watching him swallow. Moving slowly, he ran the back of his hand along the skin of her stomach and up between her breasts across her sternum and then up to her chin tilting her face toward his. She closed her eyes as his fingers continued to run along her cheek and then along her brow bone. She could feel his warm breath on her mouth and she wanted to feel his mouth on hers so badly she physically ached. "I'd lay you down on that massage table and fuck the shit out of you." She let go of the breath she'd been holding in a short hard laugh. She finally opened her eyes, looking up into his. He had a wide toothy grin, "I'm not a writer." She laughed harder and he watched her. His other hand rose, cradling her face. Still smiling she stared into his warm brown eyes, his eyes lowered, staring intently at her mouth, he leaned down and kissed her.
His lips were soft, his tongue was wet, his arms slid around her back pulling her naked frame fully against his solid body breaking down the last separation between fantasy and reality. She gave in eagerly with a loud moan in the back of her throat. They stood kissing and touching every inch of each other's naked bodies. His calloused palms running over the skin of her back, butt, breasts, and then the sensitive soft skin of her sex. She dug her dull fingernails into his broad hard shoulders as his curious fingers slid along her wet flesh, probing inside of her gently. She pulled her mouth from his, crying out in a gasp of pleasure as his fingers pushed up and inside of her. She gripped his shoulders harder burying her face against his chest and finding one of his nipples with her mouth. She latched on and he let out an inhuman groan. Her body clench down hard around his fingers and his other arm tensed around her back.
She nibbled softly at his flat male nipple, flicking her tongue out, he made a soft whimpering sound, his fingers still working inside of her. She slid a hand down the front of his chest and firmly took ahold of his long hard shaft running her strong grip along its length. He lifted his face staring down at her in awe, she lifted her eyes up to his as she continued to lick at his hard nipple. She stroked faster and opened her mouth wider pulling hard at his flesh with a sucking motion. His fingers had frozen where they were inside of her and she wiggled her hips against him, trying to remind him to keep moving. He took the hint and lowered his face to her throat then up to her ear.
"I'm gonna cum," his voice shook and her body trembled as a wave of pleasure rolled over her. She let go of his nipple and dick, pushing his hand away from her sex. She felt the wetness dripping down her inner thighs and smiled.
"Not yet," she said and backed away from him a step. His face looked like she had just kicked his puppy. She smiled and held a hand out to him pulling him toward the massage table. He hesitated and then smiled looking suddenly shy. "What's wrong?" She asked.
"I have a confession to make." He kept his eyes downcast, "I've been watching a lot of porn lately...massage porn." She snorted and he met her eyes. She smiled and he let her lead him onto the massage table. They kissed as she straddled his lap, his hard dick leaking between them onto her stomach and his. She lifted her body up and felt the head of his dick on her labia, their wetness coating his length lubricating each other.
"I have a confession too," her voice trembled as she continued to rub herself against his cock almost letting him slide inside and then back down the side. It was torture for them both.
"What?" His voice shook.
"So have I." He chuckled grabbing the back of her head pulling her mouth back to his and gripping under her butt flipping them over so he was suddenly over her. She smiled up at him and then cried out as he swiftly slid his entire length inside of her and started to move. They moved slowly hands running along every inch of each other's skin. Her mouth found his other nipple and he started to thrust roughly forcing the air out of her with every move of his hips. She could feel her body building quickly to an orgasm and she bit down harder than she should have on his nipple as it hit her. He groaned and followed with jerky motions of his hips, collapsing on top of her. They lay in a panting silence, his weight making breathing hard, she finally had to push him off of her. He slid off and onto the floor on his knees at the edge of the massage table. She stared down at him as he rested his chin on the edge of the table looking up at her with a goofy grin on his face. She giggled.
