Becky Adamcyzk walked into Sitwell’s and looked around the crowded coffeehouse for her cyber lover.
‘Cyber lover,’
she thought with a mirthless chuckle. ‘Adam’ was the closest thing she’d had to any kind of lover in over three years, possibly longer if you considered the loveless marriage she had endured for years before her bitter divorce.
She spied an apple in the middle of a table in the back of the busy room. Glancing around to verify it was not some sort of table decoration first, Becky cautiously approached the secluded table. Under the apple was a piece of paper with
Eve
written across the front in a bold script. Taking a seat at the table, she opened the letter with a shaky hand.
If you’re here you’re ready to take the next step, ready to live your fantasies. Ready to do all the things we talked about, feel the things that we only imagined.
“Are you ready for it, Eve?” A husky voice whispered from behind her. His warm breath against her ear sent a flood of desire throughout her body.
Becky made a move to turn, but his hands on her shoulders stopped her. “Do you want me Eve?“ With infinite gentleness he sucked her lobe between his teeth, slowly worrying the lobe between his teeth.
“Yes.” She moaned, her head tilting to the side to allow him easier access.
His crafty tongue danced along the shell of her ear. His left hand slid down to subtly caress the underside of her breast. “Are you willing to give in to that desire now, no matter what?”
This was the point of no return. She could stop this madness now. But she didn’t have the strength to resist her irrational longing for him. “Yes.” She hissed, shuddering as his fingers brushed lightly over her nipple.
“Close your eyes, sweetheart.” He urged, his hands falling away from her.
‘This is it.’ She thought, her heart racing. ‘The moment of truth.’ To Becky the wait seemed interminable. What would he say? What would he think of her? Unable to wait another moment she opened her eyes, only to discover she was alone at the table again. Her eyes fell on the apple again, which now had a bite missing from it. Underneath was a hotel room key card annotated simply with Holiday Inn Room 319. Smiling, she sunk her teeth into the succulent fruit where he had bitten into it, savoring what the evening had in store for them.
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The light flashed green and she pulled the card out before twisting the handle and pushing the door open. She stepped into the room and the door closed behind her, plunging her into total darkness. Her hand reached out tentatively in the dark to search the wall for a light switch.
“Let’s leave them off for now.” His voice was a husky whisper and he was standing behind her again, his hands helping her out of her jacket.
Becky’s skin tingled as his fingers slid down her arms. “But I want to—“
“In good time.” He promised, moving away from her for a moment to hang up her jacket. “Will you trust me, Eve?”
His fingers were against her cheek, gently caressing her. “I, uh, yes.” She conceded in a breathy whisper. If he wanted control of the situation, she’d let him have it.
Becky felt the cool brush of silk against her skin, felt the press of the fabric over her eyes. “I want to make every one of your fantasies come true Eve.” He murmured as he fastened the scarf around her eyes. “Do you remember the first time we talked? What you confessed to me that you wanted?”
“Yes.” Her voice hitched in her throat as she recalled their first conversation. She had confessed to Adam that she had always wanted to be blindfolded and taken by a stranger. The thought of her secret lover doing the things to her that she had admitted on their first encounter made her weak with need.
“I’m going to do that.” He promised, his hands now working slowly down the button closure of her blouse. “I’m going to do all of the things that you told me about, the things no one else has ever done to you.”
She felt his tongue lick her nipple right through her bra. The wet lace rubbed enticingly over the rock-hard tips. She slid her hands into his silky hair, holding him close to her breasts, silently urging him to continue. He pushed her blouse off her shoulder and dropped it to the floor before switching his attention to her other nipple, treating it to the same sweet torture.
His hands found the zipper at the side of her skirt and slowly eased it down and off of her. Adam laid a gentle string of kisses across her collarbone, working his way up to her chin. He paused for a moment when his exploring hands ran over her garter belt. She could feel him smile against her cheek. “The garter belt?”
Becky gave a jerky nod. “I thought—“ But anything else she might say was swallowed up when his mouth covered hers. His tongue gently probed her mouth, brushing tentatively against hers. She had been longing for this moment seemingly forever, but until their tongues actually met and danced the age-old lover’s dance did she fully understand the depth of her need for him. As the kiss deepened she was reassured that what she did here tonight was the right thing.
Adam unfastened her bra and eased her out of it, adding it to a growing pile of clothes on the floor. Again his mouth sought out her nipples, sucking each into his mouth in turn, biting on the hard tips before laving them lovingly with his tongue. He ground against her and she could feel his throbbing cock pulsing against her through his jeans.
Without her realizing it he had moved them to the bed and gently laid her down on the cool sheets. A light clicked on somewhere in the room and a soft glow filtered under the scarf covering her eyes. She could hear him removing his clothes before easing down on the bed next to her. “Your body is so beautiful.” He said softly, his hand gliding over her fevered flesh. “I’ve looked at your pictures a thousand times, imagining this moment.” His hands moved over the top of her thigh high nylons, following them to the inside of her upper thigh. The backs of his fingers grazed feather light over her pubic mound.
“But this evening is for you, not for me.” He stopped his leisurely inspection and moved away from her. She ached with unfulfilled longing. His weight shifted off the bed for a moment before he returned and she could feel him hovering over her. When she felt the first brush of ice over her nipple she arched off the bed in response to the icy fire chasing through her veins. He followed up the cold with a slow, hot lick of his tongue and she felt a rush of moisture between her legs. With agonizing slowness he slid the ice across her chest and lapped at the cool puddle in the valley between her breasts before moving on to her other nipple.