Intuition

A quick glance in the full-length mirror.

The fluttery black leather skirt she’d had custom-made looked amazing, as did the sheer black top and lace bra she wore. Her legs were looking good in the stylish heels she’d chosen, and her hair and makeup were perfect.

Thirty minutes later, she handed her keys to the valet with a smile and followed the walkway to the front door of the old stately home. She knocked and when the door opened, she handed her membership card to the young man who opened it.

“Have a great evening,” he said, returning her card.

“Thanks.”

She walked into the great room and glanced around, catching the eyes of several people she knew. She nodded and smiled, gave a wave here and a wink there, and moved toward the bar.  Picking up a club soda, she moved along the edges of the crowd and stopped to speak to a few friends along the way. Eventually, she moved on and found herself at the doors leading to the side terrace. As she stood enjoying the warm evening breeze, her eyes came to rest on him.

He was tall, with a substantial body, and his dark hair was neatly cut. Designer jeans and a crisp white shirt were accompanied by a black tailored jacket. No sooner had her eyes settled upon him then he looked her way. She smiled as he continued to look, and in the next moment someone tapped his arm and he shifted his focus. She watched him talk and smile for another minute before she, too, was interrupted by an old acquaintance who materialized from the crowd.

After a bit of polite conversation, she extricated herself so that she could observe him again. When she turned, he was standing beside her. She was taken aback for a moment, but then he spoke.

“I was admiring your outfit when I got interrupted,” he said, warmly.

“Thank you. I’m surprised you were able to see me with the crowd here tonight.”

“Yes, it’s quite busy and it’s still early,” he replied. “Would you care to dance?”

“That’d be lovely,” she said, finding herself smiling up at him.

“Inside or out?”

“Your choice–I’m good either way.”

He escorted her out the door to the terrace.

“Probably a better atmosphere for dancing out here, even if the people-watching is not as good.” He smiled and took her in his arms.

“This place is sort of special to me; it’s where I attended my very first play party,” he told her.

“Yes, it’s been around for quite a long time,” she replied. “I don’t get out as much as I used to, but I always enjoy coming here. You’re an excellent dancer, by the way.”

“It feels good to twirl you around,” he said with a grin. “Besides, I always find dancing to be an excellent ice breaker.”

She took a moment to catch her breath.

“So what do you do…”

“Daniel,” he offered.

“Daniel,” she repeated. “I’m Emalee.”

“I work in the tech industry, managerial stuff,” he said. “And you?”

“I’m a writer.”

“Ooh, really? What inspires you as a writer?”

“People mainly–their thoughts and desires,” she explained.

“And do you write about thoughts and desires?”

“I write mostly sensual and erotic material, so I guess the answer to that is yes.” She chuckled.

He moved her effortlessly around the dance area, holding her close for several minutes.

“You know when I looked at you, here’s what I saw: a woman who was dressed in something sexy, yet not over the top–which for me makes it all the more sexy. It says to me that you are someone who doesn’t need to put it all out there, someone who is to be discovered and appreciated.” He looked into her eyes.

She exhaled. “I have to say, Daniel, that you have done a pretty damn good job of capturing me. I’m impressed.”

He grinned. “I also have to admit that you are someone who has a shoulder I would love to brush my lips against while dancing slowly.”

“I’d move on that impulse if I were you,” she answered with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, then, let’s slow down a bit.”

He turned her in his arms so that her back was against his front and swayed with her like that. She felt his soft lips and a little scratch of stubble against her skin where her shoulder met her neck.

“Hmm, there’s an ear here too….”

“Yes?”

“…to whisper into, to ask you about the inspiration for your stories,” he whispered.

“There are many, some sheer fantasy, some drawn from real life,” she said quietly. “I’ve had a man on his knees at my feet, obeying my slightest command…I’ve knelt obediently and been smacked with a belt for the pleasure of an owner…I’ve tied a lover to a bedpost and had my way…”

“I hope you took your time,” he interrupted.

“I always take my time,” she said.

“So you like to explore.”

“I’ve done a thing or three,” she commented.

He growled into her ear. “I enjoy details.”

“That’s where the devil is, they say.”

“So true,” he sighed, placing a kiss on her neck.

“I like the way your hands are holding me around the ribs so gently,” she offered. She could feel him looking at her breasts from over her shoulder.

“What else would you like them to be doing?” He raised his hands as if to touch her breasts. “What is your desire?”

“Hold them gently, as if they were treasure,” she whispered.

He did so–supporting them gently and brushing a thumb across each nipple. She leaned back against him, sighing.

“There’s another place I’d like to touch,” he whispered into her ear. “Your belly, so soft, my hand running over it, a finger circling your navel, feeling your smooth skin.”

He circled his body around hers, kissing her lips slowly. She turned her body toward him and his mouth worked against hers with passion. Her tongue slipped past his lips to find his and engage it, as his hands caressed her back.

He pulled back from her mouth finally, and brought her close to him, her face against his chest. She planted a kiss on the triangle of skin that showed through his open shirt and nuzzled him, breathing in his scent.

“You feel flushed, Emalee; are you alright?”

“I think you’ve raised my temperature, Daniel,” she said, softly.

“Is that a bad thing? Is there anything I can do to help you?” he asked innocently.

“Oh, no, not bad…although if it should continue to rise, I might need some special attention.” She rested her hand on his chest as she looked up at him.

“Does that help?

“Hmm…probably makes me feel warmer.”

He took her hand and ran it over the muscles of his abdomen.

“How about this?”

“Definitely warmer,” she said with a nod.

He kissed her sweetly and asked, “If you could kiss a spot on my body right now, where would you choose?”

After a moment of thought, she said, “Right here, at the base of your neck where that little hollow is. I’d kiss it softly, then lick it with my tongue.”

He growled again.

“May I choose a spot on you?”

“Oh, please do,” she replied.

“I’d peel back the fabric from your sweet belly, kneel down and kiss all around your navel, then dip my tongue.”

She could feel him as he spoke the words.

“Now a selfish version of the question,” he told her. “Where you would pick for me to kiss?”

“Here,” she said without hesitation, running a finger around her nipple, “lightly between your lips. And you?”

He took her hand and slid it under his shirt, stopping right above his waistline. She felt his muscles ripple at her touch and she began to move her hand around, reaching upward toward his pecs. She let a thumb run over one of his nipples and felt it tighten.

He lifted her chin and kissed her as she enjoyed her tour, and she could feel the heat pouring off both of them.

“You’ve set me on fire, Daniel,” she said, looking up into his eyes. “I think you might have to assess my temperature and provide treatment.”

He raised one eyebrow and grinned.

“Let’s find somewhere more private and take care of that.”

They found a cool, quiet room on the third floor of the house that was unoccupied. He took her in his arms, feeling her head resting against his chest, the heat of her on his skin.

“Let’s make you more comfortable,” he said, finding the zipper of her sheer blouse and lowering it slowly. He peeled the layer of fabric from her body and placed it to the side, then unhooked her lace bra and slid it down her arms. He stepped back to take her in with his eyes. She could feel her nipples hardening as the cool air brushed her hot skin.

“Do you enjoy being watched by a man, Emalee?”

She nodded, and he took a moment to remove his shoes and shirt before climbing onto the large four-poster bed.

“Join me, Emalee; kneel here,” he said, indicating a spot on the corner of the mattress. “But remove the rest of your clothing first.”

She unzipped her skirt and slowly pulled her panties down her legs before stepping out of them. She thought she heard a low growl come from him.

Once on the bed, she knelt with her legs parted.

He looked at her for a long time, moving his eyes over every part of her body, then he approached.

“So beautiful, I want to see each and every part of you up close,” he murmured.

He extended his hand and helped her to stretch out on the bed beside him, then he leaned over her and his mouth closed over her nipple. He kissed it, then drew it between his lips and sucked at it. She closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure, and he leaned across and took the other nipple into his mouth. Rising to his knees, he towered above her, a hand tracing down to her belly.

“I haven’t forgotten what I said earlier, Emalee,” and with that, he placed his lips at the bottom of her breastbone and kissed and licked downward until he reached her navel. He swirled his tongue around and then dipped it in, and she felt her insides clench tightly. He continued his downward exploration and she began moving beneath him, almost involuntarily.

He was between her knees now, and his hands parted her thighs. He could smell her sweet perfume and her arousal and he was intoxicated.

“Oh yes,” he said, “there’s no hiding from the doctor…”

He moved his face closer and used his thumbs to spread her folds, taking in the sweet pinkness of the inner flesh. She quivered and looked down the length of her body at him. He was smiling.

“I think I’ve found the source of the heat,” he said.

Spreading her a bit more, he brought his mouth down on her exposed clitoris, tripping his tongue over it with slow appreciation. She quivered and whimpered as he drew it between his lips, sucking hard. As she moaned, he licked up each side of her lips again and again, watching her undulate and squirm. She took one of her nipples between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard and he growled loudly in response.

“I think we’ll need something deeper to take care of your problem,” he said in smoky tones.

He set her legs down and climbed off the bed, then pulled her gently to the edge. He unzipped his jeans and tossed them and his briefs aside. As she watched, he slid his cock between her lips and up onto her belly. She almost came right then.

“Will this do?” he asked, rubbing his balls against her wetness, reaching up to grab a nipple.

“Yes, please,” she whispered, raising her hips towards him.

He pulled back and slid himself inside her, thrusting slowly in and out. Both of his hands were torturing her nipples and she was already on the edge.

“I need to be deeper, Emalee,” he said, and gently rolled her over and set her on her knees, climbing onto the bed behind her. He pushed down softly on her back as his hungry cock found her waiting pussy and slipped inside. He began to thrust deeply, their bodies making slapping noises as they moved together.

“I want your beautiful breasts to be moving at a good rhythm,” he said, raising her up again. He began to fuck her hard as he established a tempo. She felt her breasts smacking against her in response to his movements.

“That’s right,” he murmured, reaching out a hand to take her hair and hold it. “So hot.”

She groaned and moved in time with him, not knowing how much more she could take.

“Now, one more thing. I need to find that exact spot inside of you so that you will release that heat for me.”

She shook and whimpered as he changed the angle of his cock and began to scrape along her front wall. She could feel the sensation building, nearly too much, threatening to push her right over the edge…

He grabbed her hips and rammed into her with the full length of his cock, punishing her, filling her, sending her soaring out into open space.

She began crying out, her body convulsing, the juices pouring forth from the very center of her being, soaking him, anointing him.

“Ohhh, gods, Daniel!” she screamed as he fucked her relentlessly.

She grabbed at his cock, clenching down, uncontrollable. She came again and again, and at last, he cried out and emptied himself into her.

He helped her to lie back and cradled her in his arms.

“You are delicious in so many ways,” he whispered into her ear.

She smiled. “Why thank you.”

“I’m thrilled that I took a chance and walked up to you tonight, Emalee,” he said sincerely.

“So am I, Daniel. When my eyes found you, my intuition seemed to kick in…and it was right.”

“I have pretty good intuition, too. I know what you mean,” he told her, grinning.

“Hooray for us!” she said, wrapping an arm around him tightly.

~ by skyeinmoonlight on May 20, 2012.

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