Can't go slow

ALEXANDRO KING

I felt it the moment she broke out of her lust haze. What I didn’t know was why. Everything had been going smoothly. She wanted me from the moment my lips touched hers, I had thought this would be it.

I had no intentions of having her today, maybe I was sure she’d be under me before we left for home, but today had been unexpected.

It had seemed like she set out to seduce me. The first was with the dress, it was soft and light, like another skin, and it made me want to touch her.

Then her little drama with Stella, she didn’t know I knew about it, but I liked to have my eyes everywhere. I couldn’t believe she could be successfully intimidating. It was a beautiful sight. Stella and I had never had sex, and I didn’t go around fucking my staff, but there was a time I spent hours traveling and, on the plane, and we had come a bit close. I wasn’t stupid enough to repeat one mistake twice. I still had Alisha on my neck, and I didn’t have any idea of how to unhook her from my skin and space.

It made me a bit relaxed, that Emily would be able to put Alisha in her place. It was a woman thing.

I thought she would jump on me or ask for help when the plane took off, She had turned as white as a sheet and her knuckles seemed like they had been coated in snow. I wanted to reach out, but helping wasn’t my thing, maybe if she had asked for help, I might have gotten something out of it, but I couldn’t stretch my hand to her.

The battle raging within her was obvious on her face, at a point, she looked like she had stopped breathing and might choke, but funny enough, she began to get better from that point. I spied on her from the book that I had been reading and watched how she worked herself back to normal. I had to commend her for that.

Later, she played music for her ears only. I couldn’t listen to them with her but had access to the playlist. Her choice of songs sucked. But the songs she loved were so different from her life. I doubted she had ever experienced the love these songs spoke about. I used to think people listened to songs that they could relate to. Maybe she listened to songs of the kind of life she wanted to have. And because she did a good job overcoming her fear alone, I decided to be nice and sweet, like the men in her songs were.

I opened the roof of the car to calm her and played her music because I thought she looked good when she tried to keep her lips from smiling and watching her happiness reflect in her eyes.

When I held her against my body into the hotel, I loved how she felt against me. I had said I wanted to eat her because here in Paris, sex was a way to show love. They would have guessed the truth about us in two seconds if I hadn’t done that.

When I saw the look on her face at the jacuzzi, I just had to kiss her. But she had been so responsive, her lips had begged for more and her skin was warm under my hands. I wanted to take her right there, outside, in the open air, against the cold tile, or inside the warm tub, but it would be her first time. I wanted to make it good for her.

I had lost my head along with my shirt and all I wanted was to be inside her, but it seemed something had come up to cockblock me and I didn’t even know what it was.

“What’s wrong,” I asked, holding her chin up and bringing her eyes to mine. I saw shame in that deep purple.

“Did you plan this?” She asked, her voice shaky. I wondered if they trembled from my touch or if the idea that I planned this was frightening.

I looked around, wondering what she asked if I planned. Then my eyes caught sight of the petals. Shit.

Here was the thing, most women would love something like this. I hadn’t known about this, it was courtesy of the hotel, but would she rather I took her outside, or in some ugly place than here? What was wrong if I had?

I wasn’t a cheesy man, I never used chocolates and flowers, but would this be her reaction if I had?

It pissed me off. Because I had been considering using the nice guy approach, maybe if she saw me as a safe space, it would be easier to wrap her around my finger.

“What if I did?” I shot back at her; I was more frustrated than angry. “What would be wrong with that?”

“You tried to seduce me!” She screamed, the sissy was frustrated too, she was just too stubborn to give in to her desires.

“Trust me, Emily, if I wanted to seduce you, it wouldn’t be with flowers and petals and their other lame thing,” I smirked at her.

The atmosphere was changing again, her gown chose that moment to slip lower, revealing more of those perfect tits to my face.

“How? How will you seduce me?” I saw lust fill her eyes. She was too far gone to stop now, and so was I.

“You sure you want to know?” I asked, icing my blood just in case her answer was negative.

She nodded and that was all the permission I needed.

I watched her face shine in anticipation, it made me want to please her so badly, I wanted to turn the tables around, to feed her so much satisfaction that when her desires spouted again, she would come to beg me to have her.

I had never been with a Virgin before, but I knew I wouldn’t hurt Emily. I had no will too. At least that was what I told myself before I grabbed her face and crushed my lips against hers. This was her fault; I was too hot and hard for her I couldn’t go slow.

All my restrain was gone, I needed to burn all this pent-up energy before that moment when I plunged into her.

I felt her whole body melt beneath mine. Dear god, she was so soft, her skin was so smooth beneath my hand.

She moaned into my mouth and the sound went straight into my head, driving me crazy. Her hands attacked my body again, clawing up my shoulder before snaking down my abs, her nails were doing crazy things to me, and I knew I could come like a teenage boy if she didn’t stop what she was doing.

I grabbed her both hands and held it above her head, “I can’t go slow.”