An absolute gentleman

Carrie

One minute we were both rushing out of the bar as though we were worried about the moment fading as quickly as it came. The next, we were in his sleek car, on our way to his place.

Now, we were in the reception of a grand hotel. From the gates, I could tell that it was a building rooted in huge money. But I was curious about one thing, so I asked, “Do you live in a hotel?”

“Yes.” He didn’t stop walking as he fiddled with his pockets in search of something.

So, I hastened my steps and asked, “Why?”

“If you are going to ask this many questions, you might as well tell me your name.”

I scrunched my lips. “Why should I? You won’t be seeing me again.”

“Then stop with the questions.”

“I see your point.” I got into the elevator with him. “You know,” I just couldn’t stay quiet, that is my way of making sure I don’t start feeling nervous, “in a normal one-night stand, we would be done with the sex by now.”

His intoxicating and rich scent teased my nose once again as he peeled his eyes off the metallic surface ahead and faced me. “Is it weird that we are yet to do it?”

“No, no.” I waved my hands to refute his words. “I was just saying.”

“Bear with me and I will make sure this night is worth your time.” His smile pronounced his handsomeness and once again, I found myself admiring the beauty of his eyes. I bet I could stare into them all day and see the crystals of a flowing river or better still, the beauty of a raging storm.

But to avoid being weird, I returned his smile and noted how much of an absolute gentleman he was. I have had experiences where the dude just wants to call me dirty names and empty his nut into his condom after five minutes.

I know, the shit sucks. If you want to talk dirty, at least do it right.

So, as far as this crazy night is concerned, I just had more reason to enjoy this moment.

“I am already impressed,” I eventually replied and the elevator doors opened.

We took just a few steps forward and were soon inside his room whose expensive yet simple layout impressed me. I could easily conclude he was a man who didn’t lack money. I just had to wonder further how he could be single with his good looks in the equation.

“Wine?” He offered as he took off his coat and threw it on the plainly cushioned couch that faced his huge bed from a distance.

“No, thank you.” I put my satchel on a nearby stool.

He turned. “What would you like?”

I bit my lower lip and moved closer, my mouth forming a smile. “I would like...” I stood on my toes so that my head was level with his lips. With my smile maintained, I thought of our intense kiss from earlier and reached to trace his lips which stared beautifully at me. “... you. Right now.”

“You can be direct with what you want, can’t you?”

My hands enveloped what they could of his arms which were concealed by his shirt and I circled his skin, leaving traces of my touch in a way he would not be able to resist.

“I am a woman of crazy ways,” was my response.

“Well,” his right hand found my waist and he pulled me closer to him, my abdomen feeling the little bulge in his groin. That feeling alone turned me on a little more. The fact that he was ready for me was amazing. “I know how to deal with crazy.”

“Are you saying you will tame me?” I leaned my lips closer to his as the air became a bit heavy with need.

“If that’s what you want...” His lips did the same.

“I am not sure what I want...” I breathed into his mouth. My eyes wandered from his lips to his eyes which watched me without fail.

“I can help you with that.” His husky, sexy voice was back.

“Yeah?”

His kiss drove us towards the bed and with a single flip, he was seated and I was straddling him, our lips unable to stay apart for a second.

Without much haste in his actions, with his hands on my buttocks, he drew me closer to him.

As our lip lock intensified, his hands slowly trailed up my back with the craziest touch ever. I kid you not, I felt like I was jolted to life with some electric device that was built to create pleasure.

And I kid you not still, I began to crave even more.

Soon, with not-so-rhythmic movements, I ground myself against his manhood which had risen by a lot. The feeling of his hardness against my groin caused my breathing to become disoriented that I couldn’t keep up with the kiss again.

“Hey, look at me...” He swept my hair off my face and made me look at him. Another quick kiss followed and soon he joined the rhythm between our heats.

“Ahh- ahh...” I gasped as his motion did it differently in an amazing way.

“Did I mention how beautiful I find your eyes?” I was almost shaking my head when I recalled the head-turning words he said at the bar. “You are so freaking beautiful.”

I looked into his eyes.

Then I wondered why he was talking in such a manner. He was acting as if I would not be leaving his place once we are done or maybe worse, the next day. Why was he being that way?

But I did not voice the questions that were growing in my mind. Instead, I reached for my top and pulled it off. My bra followed.

My gorgeous one-night stand wasted no time. His lips found one of my nipples after he used the heat of his breath to arouse it. And when his lips continuously latched and sucked my sensitivity, I cried, digging my centre into his.

But before that moment could become something explosive, he stopped and looked at me.

“What?” I asked, a bit dejected that he had stopped.

The sides of his full lips drew into a smile and for a second, my heart rejoiced at that beautiful view.

“I want to see you on my bed. Such a beautiful sight must be seen.”

“Oh. I...”

He did not let me finish, my back was already on the softness of his bed. And, by the time my eyes went to him, his shirt was gone.

I sucked a breath in like I do anytime I see a well-toned chest that traces down to the lower abdomen in a really, really sexy way that just makes me want to see what follows.

“I was right...” He pulled at my sweatpants. “You look really beautiful in my bed.”

“You do remember this is a one-night stand, right?” Though I was starting to feel starved of pleasure, I asked him the question with amusement.

“That is more reason to appreciate this night while I can.”

Something in my chest felt pulled by his ability to speak the right words. I was about to talk when he pulled off my cotton panties, exposing my wetness to the chill air.

“Hmm...” He closed in on my vagina and inhaled. Even his breath did something to me down there, I had to clutch the sheets. “You are all wet for me.”

“Please, you are teasing me. Just fuck me already,” I begged.

“I did say I was going to tame you, didn’t I?” He stood straight to my dismay.

I really, really needed him to take away the hunger within me.

But I said no more.

I watched him as he pulled off his pants, leaving him with his briefs which showed more of his growing manhood. Soon, that one came off too and a gasp left my lips.

He wasn’t what I imagined at all.

And the man could see how mesmerised I was. His shoulder danced with pride as he moved closer and hovered over me in all of his nakedness. I could feel the warmth of his lengthy shaft teasing the side of my thigh when he said, “I think I just successfully tamed you.”

“Are you going to...?”

“Shh. You ask too many questions.” With a kiss here and there, he slid down until his face was in my pussy.

While his rapid breaths teased my wetness, he reached for one of my boobs and gave it a light squeeze.

It was then I realised that I had not touched him at all.

Now, that can’t be fair.

But he was not giving the space for something like that to happen.

Instead, he started to lap at my juices. And when his lips landed and his tongue went to work, I cried again in pleasure because it felt really good.

It was as though he had studied me and mastered every place he needed to touch to turn me into a moaning mess.

Soon, with the moaning and slurping noises, I began to reach a crazy orgasm.

He sensed it and pulled away.

“Why did you stop?” I almost whined.

“I need to get protection.” He made to move, so I quickly sat up to stop him.

“I use contraceptives or whatever they are called.” I never really know their names. “It is safe."

As he walked back, my eyes followed his huge manhood and I could already feel him inside me.

I was about to reach for his erection when he gently pushed me back onto the bed.

With a pout, I silently complained.

But not for long.

Without climbing the bed, he pulled me closer to him and tilted my hip towards him. Then, slowly and with calculation, he entered my walls with light strokes that had me reaching for his arm or any part of his body. I just needed to grip something because that moment became instantly crazy.

My soul was ignited and I craved more. I wanted him to go deeper than anyone ever has. And thankfully, he wasn’t done.

As he increased his thrusts and made the contact between us more heated, the man gathered my back off the bed and glued my chest to his.

In that standing position, he went to work. He went in and out with a speed that sent crazy messages to my nerves which were crying and begging to release something.

A moan from me, a grunt from him… Neither of us could act sane as we desperately reached for each other as though our bodies weren’t already glued together.

As I dug my hands into his broad back, I held him tight within my vaginal wall and I made him struggle a little bit. But despite that obstacle, he still found a way to make me feel untold pleasure.

Things went like that… Minutes passed and we became covered in sweat, each of us begging for a release yet unwilling to let go for the fear of that moment coming to an end so soon.

But as all things do, it did come to an end. When I came, I felt my legs shake in a way they had never done before. So, in desperation, I wrapped my legs around him and tried to catch my breath.

Seconds later, the man’s grunt became louder and I felt the rush of his release inside me.

Then, a kind of peace I’d never felt before came upon me and I relaxed in his hold as he gradually softened inside me.

Then, with me still in his arms, he sat on the bed, his hand stroking my back.

He sniffed my hair and said, “Your hair smells good.”

I smiled as I achieved normal breathing. “Thanks. It’s my shampoo.”

Nothing more was said and we stayed still for a while.