Ismet - 750 Word - SinfulScript

KISMET - 750 Words

"One drink," I warned my friends, "then I'm heading home. You know I'm not into the bar scene. And even if it is Valentine's Day, I am not looking to hook up."

At least that's what I told them, until I glanced over and locked eyes with a tall, young, dark-haired hunk of a man sitting at the next table.

As he slowly began to smile, I couldn't help but smile back, while my friends all watched and grinned.

When he came over and silently held out his hand, I got to my feet and let him lead me onto the dancefloor, with my friends staring at us wide-eyed. I was glad it was a slow song when he pulled me close, pressed his lips to my ear, sending a shiver down my spine as he asked, "What's your name?"

Gazing up into the heat of silver-blue eyes, feeling a little spellbound I said, "I'm Bella."

Pulling me a little closer, he whispered, "And I'm Nicky."

As the songs rolled on, I loved that we kept dancing, with his hand sliding down my back, making my heart pound, while my friends looked on all starry-eyed, as the two of us got off on the feel of each other.

Though I'd never been the type to jump into bed with a man, it just felt for so natural for the two of us to end the night in a hotel room upstairs.

When he pulled me into his arms for a kiss, I smiled against his lips when he murmured, "So, do you think they bought it?"

As he lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bed, I nodded. "I'm sure none of them would believe that I'd be the type to pay a man for his company."

Flashing a naughty grin as he stripped me out of my clothes, Nicky murmured, "You're just so beautiful, I can't understand why you'd want to hire a guy like me."

Watching him strip off his shirt, flexing his pecs before he unzipped his pants, freeing the bulge that was straining for release in his boxers, I knew exactly why I'd hired him. Considering he was nothing but lean, toned muscle, with a long thick shaft that had me licking my lips in anticipation, he was worth every cent I'd paid him.

When he got his head between my legs and began feasting on me, I couldn't hold back, I threw back my head and squealed, seeing stars dancing before my eyes for the first time in my life, as I reached the peak and climaxed.

The heat in his eyes felt scorching as he rolled the condom down over his pulsating shaft, eyeing my quivering pussy. "I can't wait to get inside you," he whispered as he slid his cockhead over my slit, making me tremble.

Now that I'd turned forty and my husband had left me for an eighteen-year-old bimbo, I thought I'd never enjoy myself like this again. Yet here I was, legs spread, heart pounding, every inch of me quivering as he slowly sank his way inside me, whispering, "God you feel good, Bella."

"And you feel incredible," I whispered back, loving the feeling of being stretched to the max as he began to ride me, harder and faster with each stroke, till we came together in a blinding rush, clinging to each other as we fought to breathe.

Assuming he'd dress and leave as soon as he was done, since I wasn't sure how this type of thing worked, I was thrilled when he pulled me into his arms and held me, sliding his hands through my long red hair, dusting feathery kisses all over my face as we gradually came down from the high of the best orgasm ever.

Surprised when he started chuckling, I asked, "What's so funny?"

He just shook his head and looked into my eyes. "I don't know what it is about you, maybe it's kismet, but I've just never experienced anything like that before."

When I opened my eyes in the morning, I was surprised that he'd left the money on the bedside table, until I read his note. "Thanks for a wonderful night, my little Valentine. I'd really love to see you again. XOX Nicky." I smiled and hugged the pillow, feeling giddy as I realized that I'd just had the best Valentine's Day ever with a man I barely knew, but really hoped I'd get to know better.