Flora Dain - Charm

The deep rumble of his voice and the hot tingle of his touch sent flames licking all over me, little teasing darts promising so much pleasure I felt I might explode any minute. It was made worse by the growing feeling that he had his own plans and we were tracing out some pattern of sex that was new to me. His movements were confident and assured, his air of command as clear as the slice of a whip.

At last I stretched high enough to reach him. I pulled his fingers deep into my mouth and fellated eagerly. I tasted myself, salty and warm, and smelled my need, my thick juices filming his fingers with womankind’s very own original and best-ever lube. After a while he drew me away from the wall and bent me over, supporting me firmly by the hips with one hand and pushing me down low with the other.

‘Now me. Make me wet too. Take it in one, all the way.’

I gasped as he freed himself. It sprang out of his flies right before my face, purple and hot, tantalisingly out of reach while my arms were still pinned. I longed to touch it, map its silky ridges with my fingertips, measure its heat and its length and let my fingers tell my brain how good it would feel when it surged up inside me or maybe lunged deep into my throat. But it seemed only window-shopping was allowed.

‘Let me go,’ I pleaded, desperate now. ‘Loosen my arms. I want to feel you.’

It was awkward bent over like this, so close to the dark, warm richness of his loins – and deeply frustrating.

Above me I heard him chuckle. ‘No hands. Mouth first. All in one.’

Fire raged between my legs, still pegged wide by his feet. Awkward in my tight, bunched dress, I leaned over as he bucked towards my face and I plunged down over his shaft. He tasted gorgeous, hot and hard and salt. With a massive lunge I shifted so my throat curved right over and I managed him, riding back up a little way to reach the tip, swirled my tongue along the shallow curve at the top and lunged again. He gave a low growl that echoed somewhere in his belly close to my ear and then he pulled me upright.

‘Good girl. Now keep very still.’ Holding my eyes he reached into his trouser pocket. I heard the rip of foil and then all at once he pushed me hard back against the wall. I bucked forwards to reach him and with a matching thrust he entered me in a single plunge and pushed right up inside.

‘ Yes ,’ I screeched at the rightness of it. He felt so good, hot and thick, all I craved. With a few more thrusts he drove into me and then just as I thought I’d spill over into a massive climax he stilled, impaling me on his shaft, and stared into my face.

His eyes glittered. ‘Is this what you want? Hard, like this? Fast?’

‘Yes, yes. Please don’t stop. It’s glorious.’ I was panting now, desperate for him to finish and to finish me.

He continued to stand very still, buried deep inside me. ‘Ah, but it’s not that simple. You want more. You asked for soft and slow. Over here.’

He eased himself away and in one swift move he swept me up in his arms like a limp rag doll. He carried me into the middle of the room and laid me down gently on the rug. ‘You want soft? We’ll do soft.’

‘Loosen my arms. I can’t reach you.’ I was frantic now, longing to touch him, still forbidden.

He smiled slowly for the first time, showing perfect teeth. ‘I know.’

‘But I want to touch you,’ I pleaded.

His smile vanished. ‘Quiet.’ Pushing my knees apart he leaned down and began to feast.

It was too much. My arousal had been pounding like a drumbeat since the moment we’d met and now it rocketed through me like gunfire. I screeched aloud and writhed under his mouth and at last he took mercy on me and released me long enough to haul me up a little and flip me over.

My arms still pinned, he pushed my head down onto the floor, squashing my cheek hard against the soft pile of the rug, and pulled my hips up a little way to expose my ass. I shuddered as he began to fondle me with long, loving sweeps of his hands, making low growling animal noises of appreciation somewhere deep in his throat. The sound thrilled through me, making me moan.

‘Now we’ll take it slow and when you come again we’ll take it fast.’

‘How can you do this?’ How much longer could he hold out? It was delicious, mind-boggling – and entirely unexpected. I’d thought this would be over in seconds. Now I could see it lasting half the night. ‘And please loosen my arms. I can’t balance.’

‘Quiet. Spread your legs. Wider.’ He pushed at my ankles and now my ass was high in the air and my thighs spread wide. I heard another rip of foil – he must have thrown away the first when he pulled away earlier – and all at once he thrust into me again, slow at first, while he slapped me from behind.

I shrieked in excitement, the sound half muffled in the rug, but he carried on, the blows coming harder and faster as another orgasm began to build. It edged higher and higher with the jolting of the blows and the tight restraint on my arms as his pounding length stretched me wide, gliding in and out of my juicy slickness.

And as he paused at the peak of an almighty thrust I felt a glow of heat through the condom and he reached round to feel me with his hand. We came together, me with a shout, him with a grunt that echoed all through my belly and we collapsed together on the rug.

* * *

It lasted much longer than half the night. It lasted most of it. Sometimes we unlaced our limbs. At some point he took pity on my aching, pinioned arms and peeled my dress away and I lay along him on the sofa, my legs spread wide in wanton abandon. I nuzzled into his neck, breathing in his aroma while he explored me with his hands, searching every fold, every privacy, exposing every delicate cranny of pleasure in secret places I thought only I would ever know – and finding some I’d missed.

Commanded to stay in position, I writhed and twitched along his body while he teased me without mercy, laughing softly into my ear as I convulsed repeatedly around his fingers, insistent, intimate and probing. And later still we took our second champagne bottle, nearly empty now, into the master bedroom and finished it, spilling some of it on the sheets when he fastened his last mouthful over my sex and let the bubbles tingle all around my bud until I climaxed. I was in danger of losing count.

Sometimes we dozed, sometimes we talked – about silly, unimportant things like music and cartoons. It was clear he had no wish to talk about himself and neither did I. It was perfect just as it was.

Scared to break the spell, I didn’t even ask him his name. And much later, as dawn light started to gleam in a cold blue line under the edge of the drapes, I watched him dress, feeling the tiniest glimmer of regret – but only that it had to end. For the first time it also occurred to me that he’d behaved like a perfect gentleman throughout while I’d been rather less than a lady. ‘I don’t usually do this,’ I muttered, half to myself.

A bit late to say so but I felt he should know.

He glanced at me as he fixed a cufflink, one eyebrow tilted slightly, giving his angular face a delicate appeal. ‘Me neither.’

I swallowed. ‘Did I stop you doing something important?’

He glanced back to the mirror to straighten his tie and then he surprised me again, in this long night full of surprises. He bent down to run the back of his finger down my cheek, his touch whisper-soft. He looked into my eyes for a long moment, his expression grave. ‘Hey. We just did it. Now get some sleep.’

He brushed my lips with a light kiss and then made for the door.

That was the last I saw of him.

* * *

In the morning I woke to bright sunlight, tinkling silver and a splitting headache. Waiters were setting out breakfast on a side table. I pretended to be asleep until they’d gone and then hauled myself upright.