a sexy dance and the back of the limo PART 2

The pressure became agonizingly worse and his gentle arm caresses weren’t helping. She slid her legs to either side of his hips so that she was straddling him. She broke away from his lips for the first time since they started.

As he stared up at her, please to see his mark on her where her lips were bruised from his kisses, he wondered what she’d do now. She’d surprised him so many times tonight that he was past his shock threshold. Or so he thought.

She reached down for the hem of her slip and pulled it up and over her head. He gazed in awe at her body. She threw the slip behind her. She grabbed the dangling beads and pulled them off as well. She leaned into him again, kissing her way from his lips to his neck.

His hands roamed her smooth back, loving the feel of her warm skin. He was about to move his hands around to explore her chest when he felt her shift. She spread her knees further apart on either side of him and groaned in relief when she finally felt her panty covered center pressing against something hard and delicious.

He felt himself grow even harder and he had to fight for control. He was breathing hard as she suckled his ear lobe and began rubbing her self against him. He laid back in agony as she did her little dance. His hands slid down to her hips as he helped her learn the rhythm.

She became frantic against him. She was enjoying this so much but she felt like something was missing. She pushed his suit jacket off his shoulders before reaching down to undo his belt.

He laid back and just grinned at her, letting her control her first experience. She pulled his belt out of the straps and pulled his zipper down. He groaned as he felt some relief from the pressure building. She couldn’t wait anymore. She scooted back and grabbed a hold of his waistband. He grabbed a hold of her right hand. She looked up startled. He just smiled and reached into his pocket to pull out the foil wrapper he always kept handy. He nodded and she grabbed a hold again. He lifted his hips as she tugged his pants then his boxers off.

She stood gazing at how big he was for a second. It was the first time he saw anything other than lust in her eyes. She may have wanted this for so long but it was still her first time—she was a little scared.

She looked up at his face, the trepidation showing a little. “I won’t hurt you” he whispered, reaching his arms out.

Without a second thought, she was back in his arms, rushing to get the buttons on his shirt undone. She wanted them both to be completely naked for some reason. It felt right that way.

He groaned a little too loudly when the white silk of her panties came into contact with his flesh this time and she started her maddening dance again. He wasn’t going to last much longer if she didn’t stop doing that. She reached down and grabbed hold of the bottom of his undershirt, yanking it up over his head and out of his arms all in one quick movement.

She leaned into his mouth and began kissing him again but she was getting a little shy about it. He pulled back and looked at her questioningly. She tried to go back to kissing him, but he wouldn’t let her. She looked anywhere but at his face before she whispered, “Your turn.” He understood then. She didn’t know what to do next. This was the part she needed a little help with.

He smiled and kissed her again. He reached his hands around to her butt before sliding them down her thighs. He slid forward on the seat and lifted her up slightly before sliding to his knees on the limo’s smooth carpet. He gently laid her back on the floor. She stared up at him and he was surprised to see trust in her gaze. He reached for the edge of her panties and began to slide them down her hips. She wiggled backwards to help him.

Finally she was free of all clothing. He stared at her in awe. She had never felt more beautiful than she did at this moment.

He couldn’t believe what he was about to ask because he was so painfully hard, but she was so beautiful and he knew he probably didn’t deserve this.

His eyes traveled back up to meet hers. She was still looking at him with the same trusting eyes. “Are you sure?” he whispered once again.

In answer, she held up her arms. He reached behind him and grabbed the packet off the seat. He opened it quickly and she watched enthralled as he rolled the latex over himself.

He finished and lay down with her again. He felt like he was going to burst any minute, but it wasn’t time yet. He began kissing her neck and trailing his fingers up her torso to her breast. He rubbed her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He heard her gasp and he felt her hips thrashing a little. Maybe it was time, but he wanted to make sure. He trailed his hand back down over her torso until he found her waiting heat.

As he slid his finger over her mound she let out a little cry and arched against him. He slid his finger inside and nearly lost it when he felt how hot and wet she was for him.

She was whimpering now. He knew it was time. He settled between her thighs. She spread out wider and accepted his weight. He began to enter her slowly. His breath hissed out as her heat surrounded him. The look on her face was one of wonder. Her eyes quickly found his. He wanted her to stare into his eyes as he did this. With a deep breath he thrust into her and claimed her for his own.

She didn’t feel much pain at all. All she felt was blessed relief and a feeling of fulfillment. He steadied himself above her, giving her time to adjust but she didn’t need it. She cried out in pleasure and began thrashing her hips again. “Andrew, please…” Hearing her begging for him was all he needed. He slid out and pressed back into her. He kept going, trying to be gentle, but he was unable to hold back his passion much.

She didn’t want gentle. The emotions rushing through her were boiling hot. She wrapped her legs around him and urged him on. “More, harder,” she demanded breathlessly. He couldn’t have held back if he tried. In answer to her frantic movements he moved faster. He rested his elbows on the carpet on either side of her for leverage and pumped harder, giving her what she asked for.

He looked at her face and saw her mouth open and close as she strained for something she didn’t know or understand yet. He could hear small whimpers, like a kitten, coming from her with each thrust. Finally he felt her legs tighten around his hips at the same time that her inner muscles started clenching around him. He knew she was about to go. He kept the rhythm going—holding on to his own orgasm—praying that she would peak anytime now. With one more deep thrust he felt her clench and hold on tight to him. Knowing she had made it, he pulled out and plunged back in as deep as he could as his world exploded around him.

He collapsed on top of her. He couldn’t move, he could hardly breathe, and all he could think about was the woman under him. He had heard that sex could be more than pleasurable. He had scoffed when people mentioned seeing stars. He couldn’t scoff anymore. Natalie James had just rocked his world.

He knew he must be heavy on her so he slid to the side. She turned into him and buried her face into his neck. He had lost sight of her face at the end; he never realized that she was crying until he felt the wetness on his neck though.

“Natalie? What’s…did I… are you…” He couldn’t seem to figure out what to ask her. “Why are you crying?” There, that would do.

She wouldn’t answer at first. He held her close and waited to see if she would say anything. He hoped everything was okay. He knew he satisfied her.

Finally the wetness stopped and she was breathing easier against him. Leaning back a little, he peered down at her face. She smiled up at him. Then he knew that whatever the reason for the tears, it wasn’t because he had messed up.

He smiled back at her before wrapping his arms around her tighter and just holding her. As he laid there he started thinking back through the night, through their history. He didn’t understand.

“Why? Why me?” He murmured, he couldn’t believe he just asked that. He blamed it on being tired and content and just…he was having a crazy night.

Thoughts had been racing through her head ever since they started this. If he had asked her that question when they started, she wouldn’t have known the answer. If he had asked her when they were in the middle of making out, she wouldn’t have known the answer either. She didn’t know the answer herself until she had sat back, fear filling her as she gazed up at him. He had looked at her and said he wouldn’t hurt her. In that instance she knew exactly why she was doing this with him.

She trusted him. Everyone else in the world knew Andrew Midward as one person, but to her he was someone else entirely. He respected her. He respected her for her wit, not just her looks. She could go to him with any problem and he was always there to help in whatever capacity she needed him. If she was down because of something Gabriel  had done, he would take notice and try to fix the problem. He would never, ever, take advantage of her—she knew that because he has made sure that this is what she wanted and he had let her discover everything on her own. She trusted him to make her first time perfect, and he had.

In retrospect she should have known the truth immediately back at the club when she sat down her drink before going up to dance.

She tilted her head up to look at him. “Because you guarded my drink.”

He looked down at her confused. “You always guard my drink,” she said.

Now he was even more confused. That didn’t make sense. Was she trying to be funny and just brush this encounter off? He started to pull away from her.

She grabbed his arm and pulled him back to her. “Every girl in the world knows not to leave her drink unattended when she’s out. Anybody could slip anything into it.”

He looked at her as he processed her words. He finally understood. She trusted him.

He didn’t know if that’s when the fluttering in his stomach began but it was the first time he noticed it.

He settled back down beside her. She glanced around and then looked back at him. “Why is it taking so long to take me home?” She wondered why the limo driver hadn’t stopped long ago.

He grinned, “Because I told him to keep driving around until I gave him a destination when we got in the car.” She looked at him, perplexed, “You couldn’t have known…”

“No,” he shook his head. “Not even a thought. I wanted more information about the breakup. Figured I’d ask while I had the chance.”

“Oh,” she said, her eyes losing some of their shine as her thoughts turned to Gabriel .

“Shh,” he whispered, “don’t even go there.” She nodded. He kissed her gently on the lips. She kissed him back with fervor.

“You can think about everything tomorrow. Tonight is about escape, remember?” He said, oddly wishing that wasn’t all it was.

Eventually, though, she had to go home. They had to get dressed.

She sat close to him on the seat after that, her head lying on his shoulder. He had his arm around her and toyed with her hair.

When the limo finally came to a stop, she hesitantly slid across the seat away from him. She looked down and decided not to look back as she got out and sprinted to her apartment building.

Sitting in the limo, Andrew watched her run. He knew she hadn’t looked back. He knew that by morning things were going to change, probably for the worse. But for tonight, he was going to follow his own advice and not think about tomorrow.

Now if only he could convince whatever was in his stomach to stop moving he’d be just fine.