They ran home holding hands, or as fast as Alice could run in high heels. Everywhere, it seemed the city was cheering her on, telling her it was okay to sleep with a stranger after a nearly five year celibacy, even if he did just spontaneously molest her on the dance floor.
The lights were bright on the streetlamps, the swirl of red brake lights running past, the buzz of traffic - all of it seemed over bright to her suddenly sensitive eyes. She was going to get laid! The adrenaline rush and the telltale wetness between her thighs only made her stand firmer on her decision when it came to this man. Every woman needs at least one man she can't say no to, and what better time to meet and bang him then on a one-night-stand? Maybe then, she could get over her baby craze, or even get started once she got a little practice. When they reached the apartment building he lived in, they cast sly grins at each other and raced up the stairs, eager to be the first to lay claim over the other's body, to tease and excite.
He murmured his door name against her ear at the door to his hall and she raced for it, the click of her heels against the carpet muffled, but offering a very tempting view. When Alice leaned against the door, casting him her best come-hither look, he growled low in his throat with arousal and kissed her hard against the wood, capturing her hands in his and moving them above her head. She gasped and moaned at the feel of his hard body rubbing against her. Ooo - a little bondage she didn't know she would like. She was learning a lot about herself tonight.
With a quick move, she escaped the hold he had on her with his left hand, moving to open the door behind him. It didn't budge. She looked up at him with a pout, swallowing a pleading whimper of need.
Now where had that come from? she wondered.
He grinned smugly and jingled the keys in front of her nose before leaning closer to her and opening the lock with a flick, his scent overwhelming her senses. It smelled musky, not only of sweat from the overheated bar and faint traces cigarette smoke, but of old forests that had been untouched for years. It was clean, yet rustic.
She grasped the door handle again and it clicked open.
Alice didn't get to see much of the interior - she saw a few contemporary pieces, some picture frames which displayed old prints of people she would never meet and the colors of the room in the dim light appeared to be very organic, ranging from beige to moss green. But the room was a blur as he rushed her into his room and tossed her on the edge of the bed.
Mm - black satin.
From there, he proceeded to crawl on top of her, straddling her hips and leaning down to kiss her again, cupping his hands against her cheeks tenderly before drifting to her chest, zipping down the tight corset she wore. She gasped a sigh of relief, finally feeling free of the restraining boning and satin and ready to actually do something. Alice reached up and moved her hands to bring him closer as he began his masterful worshipping of her naked breasts. He seemed intrigued by them as he broke from her lips, massaging them gently, then a little harder, tweaking at her already hard nipples and studying the way they moved when he lifted her arms up over her head. His kissed her collarbone, teasingly scrapping his teeth against the delicate skin, earning a sigh and a soft moan of pleasure from her, before dragging his lips to the valley between her breasts in a series of butterfly kisses that sent chills of pleasure down her spine. He dragged the two mounds of flesh together and kissed the sudden cleavage before releasing them, chuckling with amusement against her skin when they bounced perkily back into place. It was safe to say this man was a boob kind of guy.
Shameless little hussies, she thought to herself and gasped when he licked the underside of her breast. Wait a minute - talk about the pot calling the kettle black!
"I- ah! don't even know your name."
He paused in his study and leaned up to kiss her softly, murmuring his name into her mouth and kissing her again, as if to taste it on her lips.
"Conan. Conan Douglas. A pleasure," he chuckled in his kiss. "To make your acquaintance."
Ooh - when he chuckled like that against her mouth, it did funny things to her insides she did not want to think about right now. Top that off with his slight sexy accent she couldn't quite place and she just might contemplate things to do with him that extended beyond tonight and the ever growing hardness that was rubbing against her belly.
"I'm Alice. Alice Chute."
"Well, Alice, Alice Chute, we might as well get some questions out of the way while we're here and talking."
Huh?
He leaned back down and nuzzled a breast before taking a nipple into his mouth to suck at, nearly sending her off the bed. And while he was doing this, the devil take it, he was stripping her of her skirt, moving that as far down her legs as he could reach. He smiled at the sight of her lacey black thong and slipped a finger underneath one strap.
"Nice," He fingered the lace. "Just need to get over the usual docking procedure before two people who love each other very much-" he laughed as she swat at him with irritation. "First of all - any diseases?"
How could he be able to talk, especially right now when he was playing with her boobs with one hand and getting close to making the one place on her aching feel so much better? It was like he was at a business meeting or an interview!
"Ah- no."
"Sure about that?"
"Positive."
