Chapter Two: Green eyes, Open wounds

NADIA'S POV

Even before I married my husband, Marlowe, I knew he was an average kisser.

He struggled with the whole concept of kissing, and I couldn't count how many times our tongues had clashed disgracefully when we attempted a French kiss.

When the technician whose name I didn't even know kissed me, I discovered how much I had missed being kissed properly. He tasted of mint, and the scent of his earthy cologne invaded my nostrils time and time again, leaving no room for common sense.

My hands went up to his neck, uncontrollably and of their own accord, dragging him deeper into the kiss than he probably wished to. When his hand went to my waist, I leaned into him, subconsciously pleading with my hips that he take me there and then as I grinded on his groin shamelessly.

When I came up for air minutes later, I was breathless.

He stared at me, his green eyes mirroring mine and conveying the same message I was sure my eyes did.

We wanted each other. Badly. Desperately and without a single care in the world.

“Lock the door.”

Without waiting to be told twice, I marched to the door and with trembling fingers, I heard the click that announced that we were alone.

The fact that his eyes never left mine for even a split second made me grind my hips against each other shamelessly, my hands still trembling.

“Undress.”

I had been married for fifteen years and my marriage was what anyone would tag successful. But now, in the room alone with a man who I didn't even know, I recognized disgustingly that I didn't even care about my marriage or my husband.

And yes, I wanted to undress for him.

I obeyed, fingers trembling as I released the stash of the robe. I was in my underwear because my plan had been to dash into the bathroom after he worked on the air conditioner in order to prepare for the afternoon session of the writers conference.

That plan didn't exist any longer.

I undid my bra, watching his pupils dilate with lust as my breasts fell free. I tossed the bra on the floor, and in the same vein, slipped out of my panties.

I was now totally nude before a technician that came to work on the air conditioner in my hotel room.

He cleared the distance that separated us in a few strides, then stopped a few yards away from me.

“You're so beautiful….” His eyes caressed my body and I could feel my skin heating up, “You're so beautiful,it's insane…”

The rest of his words trailed off because he attacked my lips this time like an animal who had been deprived of food for so long, the kiss hard and ragged. I responded in the same manner, my hands digging into his trousers.

His hands explored my body feverishly, and when he grabbed my behind, I let out an uncontrollable moan.

I helped him take off his gear, my hands working faster than I expected it to because it was still trembling. I placed a hand on his chest, unable to believe how good he looked even without clothes on.

He eased out of his trousers and briefs in the same feverish manner. His raging manhood hung in all its glory as soon as it was released from the confines of his underwear.

I placed a hand unbelievably on it, and the groan he let out told me of how much power my touch wielded.

By the time he was completely naked, I had lost all sense of control, my vagina throbbing wet with yearning.

I slipped his cock into my mouth, the conference, the hotel room and my family forgotten. All I cared about was pleasing him, all I wanted was to hear his groan repeatedly as I sucked, my other hand cradling his testicles.

When I released his penis, it was dribbling with saliva, and my cheeks burnt in shame as I discovered the extent of my yearning.

Without warning, he lifted me and placed me on the table, his free hand grabbing the laptop and tossing it on the bed.

Eyes brimming with pleasure, he knelt before me, his tongue going directly to my wet folds. I let out a moan of bliss, closing my eyes and opening them in disbelief.

Yes, it was real.

It was happening to me, this stranger eating my pussy, this stranger making all my problems go away with the tip of his tongue.

When he paused and proceeded to kiss the inner part of my thighs, I pressed my hips closer, not caring if I suffocated him in the process.

When he finally stood up, I was aching to be fucked, my body convulsing with pleasure.

I turned obediently, and waited.

He entered me politely, as if seeking permission. I clenched the walls of my vagina in reply, as if reminding him that he was in charge,and even if it was just for a few minutes, he owned me and could do with me as he pleased.

He thrusted faster as if acknowledging my reply, then paused midway.

“Say you want me. I want to hear you say it.”

“I…I want you.” The words left my lips meekly, a woman begging to be wrecked, a woman who had lost control.

He slammed into me, and I moaned, my legs trembling.

“I…I want every bit of you…”

I was talking gibberish, and I knew this was as a result of the intense pleasure and the fact that I was so close to my release. I followed his lead, throwing my buttocks against him as he thrusted.

“Arghh….I'm coming… I'm coming..”

His voice acted as a release mechanism, and my knees became weak as the lights in the room seemed to become dim all of sudden. I came undone, my entire body convulsing with ecstacy.

I held the table, my knuckles white, refusing to let go even after I felt the entirety of his load being dumped into me.

I collapsed onto the bed alongside him as we tried to catch our breath, spent, the wetness in between my legs reminding me again that what had just transpired between us wasn't a dream or one of the fictional books I wrote.

I had just been fucked by a complete stranger in my hotel room.