how handsome his face is, how perfect his features are, the manliness that oozes out of his whole being. I barely have the time to notice a strange light in his eyes when I find myself glued against the icy mirror, his heavy and hot body pressed against mine. Our mouths, as if magnetized towards each other, come together and we share a long kiss.
A fire instantly ignites in my lower abdomen. His avid, sultry tongue inspects the furthest corners of my mouth. When he bites my lower lip, I can no longer hold myself back, I let out a moan of pleasure. An exquisite heat spreads through my entire body and before it's too late, before I reach the point of no return, I push my assailant back. Almost out of breath, I try to collect myself.
“What are you doing here?”
He gives me a dark look but can't help smiling, surprised by my courage.
Apparently he doesn't like it when people reject him! Whatever.
He comes closer to me again, with an almost threatening air and slides a firm hand over my neck, but yet again I resist.
“What does it matter what I'm doing here, Amande! I found you and I intend to take advantage of the coincidence!”
Take advantage? You mean take advantage of me, right?
Standing in front of me, he looks like a fashion spread in his three-piece navy blue suit.
Navy blue, like his sweater...
Our faces are just a few inches apart from one another. He looks me straight in the eye, without faltering. He wants me, that's obvious, but he's waiting for me to react. The sexual tension is palpable, irresistible. His intoxicating scent comes over me and in a rush of desire, I press against him to kiss him. This time, he's the one who refuses.
Is he messing with me?
Annoyed and a little humiliated by his rejection, I lower my eyes, no longer daring to look him in the face. Then, like a predator approaching his prey, he towers over me and narrows the distance that separates us. While our bodies, pressed against each other, become one, he passes his hand through my hair and, applying a little bit of pressure, forces me to lift my head and look into his eyes.
He wants me, I want him, what are we waiting for?
In response to the excitement in my loins, I feel his erection against my thigh. His hungry mouth latches on to my neck, he kisses me, bites me, devours me.
“Mmm, you have taste so good, my sweet Amande.”
The warm, taut lips of my handsome lover now kiss the bare skin of my décolletage, sending shivers throughout my entire body. The little voice inside of me asks if this is really a good idea, but the moment is so intense that I ignore it and let myself succumb to Diamonds' caresses. He moves one of his thighs in between my legs and, while teasing my earlobe with his expert tongue, slides a hand over my knee and slowly travels up my thigh. I hear him moan with pleasure as he finds the lace edges of my stockings underneath his fingers. His hand continues up underneath my dress, and it's my turn to moan with pleasure when he touches the edges of my already wet knickers.
“I want you so badly. This outfit looks so gorgeous on you.”
Then, in a harsher tone, he orders me:
“Turn around!”
To resist or not to resist? That's the question! As if you had the strength to resist him...
His choice of words and the authority of his voice turn me on irresistibly, and I turn my back to him with a pleasure that I can't describe. He hikes up my dress and caresses my butt with one hand while the other passes over my breasts. Then he slides my knickers down my thighs, and I can only lift my slippers one by one to free my legs as my pelvis sways, rubbing against the fly of his pants. I let out a little cry when I feel Diamonds' finger enter me, followed by a longer moan when he starts to gently rub and pinch my clitoris between his thumb and index finger. His sex, through his pants, fits into the line between my butt cheeks and he starts going back and forth in a way that drives me crazy.
When I'm at the point
Charles Murray, Catherine Bly Cox