Great Night

Noreen's POV

Handsome. Extremely handsome.

That's what I was thinking as he approached and sat down in the chair next to me, then, in his deep, husky  voice, ordered a drink from the bartender.

I think he sensed my gaze on him, because he turned his head, raising the glass of blue liquid in front of him. His eyebrows raised charmingly, and I think my heart skipped a beat.

"So beautiful."

I leaned closer to him, seeing his lips move, but the noise around me prevented me from hearing his voice.

"I can read your lip," I said.

I saw his brow furrow as I almost touched his high nose.

"Oh, you're even more handsome up close," I said honestly. "And you smell good."

He chuckled. "You're so beautiful. And sexy. And you smell... I've never smelled anything so good."

"It must be my new perfume," I said with a smile. I pulled my bottle out of my bag and handed it to him. "Here. Don't waste it. I've been saving up for this for a long time."

He took the bottle of perfume, unscrewed the cap, and sniffed it. His nose wrinkled, and he shook his head as he handed it back to me.

"What? Why? You said it smelled good," I said, confused. Damn, why did I feel so hot standing so close to this guy?

"It's not your perfume," he said. "It's your body odor."

Oh come on, I was already feeling uneasy after the third glass and Lisbeth was nowhere to be seen among the crowd swaying on the dance floor, but this guy was saying things that weren't clear.

I grabbed my bag and walked past him, stumbling and almost bumping into a chair when a strong hand grabbed my waist.

"Hey, where are you going?" he asked. "You can't be alone like this."

"Oh, then you'll have to come with me," I said, putting on my best smile. "I have to go to the bathroom."

"I'll walk you," he said.

He led me into a room that looked like an office and directed me to a door.

"This is the bathroom," the man said. "Take your time. I'll wait here."

I emptied my bladder and felt a little relieved afterward. Then I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror, chuckled self-deprecatingly, then exited the nice bathroom.

The handsome man sat on the couch and smiled as he watched me walk toward him. I plopped down next to him and exhaled sharply. The skin on my arm brushed against his, sending shivers down my spine.

"Life sucks," I muttered.

I turned my head and met his silver-blue eyes in the dim light of the room. Unconsciously, I reached out and stroked the thick eyebrows that framed those beautiful eyes.

"Your eyes are beautiful," I murmured. "Just like my Husky's."

The man took my hand and kissed it down my palm to the inside of my wrist. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, and damn! My core was wet.  Why did he look so delicious?

I guess the alcohol had washed away my shyness, because the next second I was straddling his lap, moaning into his hot mouth as his tongue tugged at mine in a wild dance.

His chest was so strong, and I could feel something large and hard pressing against my bottom. I squeezed his muscular chest through his shirt and shifted my bottom, feeling satisfied when I heard him growl into my mouth.

He unbuttoned my blouse, trailing kisses down my neck, and I guess he liked my neck because he seemed even more aroused when he nuzzled behind my ear.

"Ugh, how can you smell so good?" he murmured, kneading my breasts through my satin bra.

I moaned in pleasure as his fingers slipped under my bra and expertly played with my nipples.

I thought I knew what I had to do to repay him for the pleasure he was giving me. So I quickly unzipped his belt and zipper and grabbed his massive member beneath his underwear.

"Oh my God, you're so big," I murmured in amazement, kissing his broad shoulders as he continued to play with my neck. "I don't think he'll fit inside me."

He laughed and kissed my lips again. His hands moved from my breasts, lifting my skirt, and touching my panties.

"Want to prove it?" he whispered hoarsely. "You are so hot and wet. Maybe it will fit."

Uh, sexy, I thought, and without waiting, I stood up,  so he could remove my underwear, then he pulled down his trousers and underwear.  I was already throbbing intensely when I sat back down on his lap and he grabbed my nipple with his mouth.

"Aahhhn..." I moaned in my throat. "Hurry up, big man, you're making me thirsty!"

He laughed and his fingers rubbed me down there, making me gasp. "You're so impatient, baby."

I kissed his neck and as he entered me, I unconsciously bit his neck. He let out a long moan and, with my teeth still buried in his neck, he moved.

God, this must be heaven. I felt myself bobbing on a soft, fluffy cloud, scented like sweet caramel candy. I gripped his shoulders and moved with him, meeting each jolt that shattered my consciousness.

"Oh, baby, you're squeezing me so hard," he murmured, kissing my breast. "Very tight!"

"Aahhnnn... Harder, honey, ooh, I want you faster and deeper," I mumbled incoherently, struggling to handle the waves of pleasure that came with each thrust.

"Oh my god, baby, you're driving me crazy."

The more I moved, the harder he slammed into me, and I bounced higher and higher, until I felt like my stomach was going to split open. For a moment, in my ecstasy, I wondered if he was getting bigger inside me.

Then, a colorful firework exploded, sending me into a wave of pleasure unlike anything I'd ever felt before. It was so powerful and it wouldn't stop crashing into me.

He kissed my lips softly, stroking my hair, as I leaned against him, panting. I couldn't move, too weak from the overwhelming sensation.

This was the best sex I'd ever had in my life. Well, Thomas and I had slept together, but that was on one hand, less than ten times in our four years together, and he couldn't wait for me.

Thomas just kissed me, touched me carelessly, and entered me quickly, in and out even faster, and then it was over, before I even started to get aroused.

But I loved him enough to accept that kind of sex. I guess, at the time, I was just lying to myself, believing that sex wasn't everything in a relationship.

This man, who was now carefully laying me down on the sofa, straightened my dress, even put my underwear back on, and wiped the sweat from my forehead with a tissue,

made me realize that Thomas just gave me a completely uninteresting sexual experience.

He hugged me and kissed the tip of my nose, giving me a look that made me blush.

"I've never met a woman like you," he said, half-muttering, as his index finger traced my face from my forehead to behind my ear. "You... are amazing."

I smiled and smacked my lips, feeling thirsty. "I need a drink."

He nodded and kissed my lips, then got up and straightened his clothes. "I'll get you a drink. Take a nap while I wait. I won't be long."

Wow, he even took care of me after sex, which was another thing Thomas never did for me.

The bastard would just roll over and snore, leaving me to hug myself.

My phone rang just as I was about to close my eyes. I got up and grabbed my bag from the table. Lisbeth's name flashed on the screen.

"Hello," I said lazily.

"Noreen! Where are you? Come here, to the parking lot, if you want to go home with me, or you'll walk all the way to my house!" Lisbeth barked fiercely.

"Shit! I'm on my way! Wait for me!"

Wasting no time, I grabbed my shoes and ran out of the room. As I ran, I remembered that I didn't even know the name of that amazing man.

Damn!

Never mind.

I was more worried about Lisbeth's threat to leave me home with my legs feeling like they'd turned to jelly.