Chapter 2 THE ONE NIGHT STAND

Sia Jenkins

Mr Dreamy Eyes was still staring at me, and I stared right back as he leaned in and kissed me. He tasted like scotch and of something I had never tasted before. Something that sent a tingling fire down my spine.

He kissed me gently and then, as if he was reaching for something more, he pinned me against the wall in the hallway and kissed me harder. His lips were warm and so soft, his hair brushed against my face.

I didn't care if we were in the hallway and someone could easily see us. I just wanted him, all of him.

His mouth, coupled with the way his hand was sliding down my arm, was all too much. I just whimpered. As soon as the sound left my lips, he pressed me harder against the wall. His left hand was caressing my cheek and his right hand was gripping me by the waist, pulling me against him. I moved my lips against his, wanting more.

My hands traveled to his shoulder and I slowly gripped his toned arms. He suddenly pulled away and stared deep into my eyes. I tried to catch my breath as he suddenly held my wrist and pulled me to the door to his suite.

He held the door open for me to enter I did before he also stepped in and closed the door behind him. Now in the suite, I didn't hesitate to kiss him again. He kissed me right back. He kissed me softly, gently and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pullling him closer.

Mr Dreamy Eyes lifted me off the ground and I realized he was taking me to the room. The world seemed to spin as I fell onto the soft mattress with him leaning over me, caging me between his arms and body. Instead of feeling trapped, anticipation pulsed through my system.

Our mouths still fused, he reached for my zip and pulled it down. I reached down and tried to pull my dress over my head without moving my lips from his until I had to. He helped me and kissed me as I arched my back to unhook my bra.

With my dress and bra out of the way, he hooked his fingers on the tiny waist string on my thong and pulled it down. Once I was stripped of everything except my heels, his warm, large hands on my knees kept me spread wantonly.

Then I felt his finger slipping into my pussy. I clenched around it, silently demanding more. He added another, and I rocked my pelvis, lost in the moment.

Oh my God. Oh my God. How could this feel so good?

My whole being was buoyant, like a balloon flying in the air. Then it came, an orgasm that swept through me like a storm. I screamed, digging my fingers into his hair. Holy shit. I didn't know it could be this good.

Mr Dreamy Eyes stood over me, his mouth curved with masculine satisfaction. He was still in his shirt and slacks, all neat and tidy. I wanted him as naked as me, bare to my view.

"Take off your clothes," I whispered over the rapid hammering of my heart.

His eyes on mine, he unbuttoned his shirt and stripped out of it, then removed the rest of his clothes. His body was stunning-a powerfully proportioned frame layered with muscle that rippled every time he moved. Watching him was like watching a work of art come to life.

And his cock...Oh my. It was so long, so thick. Tipped with the most perfectly shaped head.

I wanted it. And I wanted him.

I slowly went down on my knee and wrapped my hand around his cock. It was thick, heavy and hot. I kissed it, rubbed it against my cheeks and face, so soft. I looked up and he was smiling at me. I began to lick it, to make out with it. I put the whole cock into my mouth, and aimed it towards the back of my throat, gagging, making more saliva.

He moaned and softly tousled my hair with his hands. I slowly got up and he started kissing me again as I laid on the soft mattress. He climbed on top of me, his fingers, sliding into my pussy again and kept stroking me. Long, short, fast, slow. I was moaning, digging my fingers into his upper arm.

His head started to migrate downward, I swallowed with anticipation at having his mouth close around my nipples. But instead, he pressed hot kisses between them and moved lower until he was kissing the soft flesh of my belly. His head dipped lower, closing his mouth over my pussy.

He drove his tongue inside of me, setting off another moan. He stroked me, gently. Not frightening. Knowing what he was doing, I felt my nipple rise and it statled me.

"Shhh," he whispered.

Mr Dreamy Eyes started kissing me again, my belly up to my neck. Waves of pleasure surged through me as my hands came off his shoulder and moved down his chest.

He kissed my swan like neck down to my breasts as his palms cupped my breasts. God, it felt so good. I moaned as the pads of his thumbs circled over my nipples. The pleasure was so intense.

I wanted to kiss him forever. I blocked out the thought about what this was, what it might mean and what further mess I might create for myself.

He turned me over and pulled me to his lap. Slowly, he drove his cock into me in one stroke, hard and fast. I swallowed deeply, my body arching. The invasion felt so good, so large inside me.

He thrust slowly inside of me and I moaned, biting my lower lip. He moved again and again, taking me in his own pace and I moved with him. Our endless pants match each tiger as we kissed, touched and felt. I was overwhelmed by it all.

He was moving, driving in and out of me with a power and control that left me breathless and shaking. He placed his mouth on my neck, his lips and tongue dancing over the sensitive skin.

He moved faster and faster, whispering words of seduction into my ears. I reached my climax, calling out his name in a gobbled whisper. He let out a low rumble and then went absolutely rigid as his own climax hit.

He fell beside me, and kissed me on my lips, then neck before he pulled out of me. My heart was going a thousand beats a minute. I watch his get up and disappear into the bathroom.

Okay, that was definitely the best sex I've had in a long time. Time to leave.

I started to get up but Mr Dreamy Eyes appeared from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. I couldn't help but feel my heart race. Every detail of his muscular physique seemed to glow in the dim light, making me feel almost breathless. I had never felt this much excitement.

His piercing jade-green eyes met mine, and i felt my cheeks heat up as I looked away.

"Where are you going?" his sonorous rumbling voice filled the room and I felt my thigh clench.

"We're done having sex, which was great. I gotta go now." I replied in my most nonchalant voice, then shrugged to hide the awkwardness.

"Oh..." he trailed off, walking over to the side on the bed. "Stay a little longer,"

I couldn't say no. My body wouldn't let me. I wanted to lay beside him all night and stay in his arms.

"Okay." I said and laid down back.

Mr Dreamy Eyes laid next to me and held out his arms. I laid my head on his shoulder and his arms folded around me and he pressed me close. His skin was warm to the touch and his breathing was slowing back to its normal rhythm.

I loved the way his breath fanned my neck, it gave me the kind of warm comfort I had never experienced with a man before.