Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Obsidian Suite - Blind Date Short Stories: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Those two simple words shouldn't have affected me so strongly, but they sent a pulse of heat straight to my core. I felt the blunt pressure of him against my entrance, and then he was pushing inside me in one smooth, relentless thrust.I gasped at the invasion, the angle allowing him to penetrate deeper than before. There was still a slight sting, a reminder of my recent virginity, but it was quickly overwhelmed by pleasure as he began to move. His pace was measured but firm, each thrust deliberate and deep.His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh there, holding me steady as he took me. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, punctuated by my increasingly urgent moans. I dropped from my hands to my forearms, changing the angle, and cried out as he hit something exquisite inside me."Th

I hadn't known what to expect when I received the invitation to the Obsidian Suite, but the moment the private elevator doors parted, I knew I'd entered another world entirely.They were waiting for me. Two men, impossibly handsome in their tailored suits, lounging on opposite ends of a midnight-blue velvet sofa. The taller one - Liam, I would soon learn - uncrossed his long legs and stood, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. The other - Jason - remained seated, his dark eyes appraising me with unconcealed interest."You must be Annie," Liam said, crossing the room with casual grace that belied the intensity in his green eyes. He extended his hand, and when I took it, his touch lingered just a moment too long to be merely polite."I am," I managed, suddenly aware of my heartbeat thundering in my ears. The suite seemed to shift around us, the walls a deep obsidian that caught the low light in strange, mesmerizing ways.Jason approached then, his movements more deliberate than

I straddled him willingly, my thighs trembling slightly from exertion as I positioned myself above him. Jason's hands guided my hips as I sank down onto his length in one fluid motion, drawing a gasp from both of us. The sensation of fullness after such intense pleasure was almost too much - my nerves still raw and hypersensitive."Oh god," I moaned, my back arching instinctively as he filled me completely.Before I could begin to move, I felt the bed dip behind me, and then Liam's chest was pressed against my back, his skin hot against mine. His hands slid around my rib cage, palms skimming upward until they cupped my breasts, fingers teasing my already hardened nipples."Look at you," he whispered against my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine. "Taking him so beautifully."

I must have dozed off, because when I opened my eyes again, the lighting in the room had shifted - darker now, more intimate. My body felt pleasantly sore, a delicious reminder of everything we'd done. I stretched languidly, feeling the slide of expensive sheets against my naked skin."Welcome back," Liam's voice, low and amused, came from somewhere to my left.I turned my head to find him propped on one elbow, watching me with those intense green eyes. On my other side, Jason stirred, his hand tightening possessively on my hip."How long was I out?" I asked, my voice still rough from earlier."Not long," Jason assured me, his lips brushing my shoulder. "Twenty minutes, maybe."It should have felt strange, lying naked between

I adjust the strap of my red lace bra, feeling the delicate fabric scratch against my skin as I perch on the edge of the obsidian-black bedspread. The suite shifts around me, walls bleeding from crimson to deep purple as the temperature control responds to my body heat. I cross one stockinged leg over the other, the suspender belt tight against my thigh, and take another sip of cabernet. The wine stains my lips the same shade as my lingerie - deliberate, calculated, like everything else about tonight.The crotchless thong was an indulgence, but when I saw it in the boutique window, I knew it would be perfect for this encounter. My fingers trace the edge where fabric meets skin, then absence. I shiver, though the room is perfectly heated. The anticipation has my nerves electric, a feeling I chase but rarely find in my everyday life. In my classroom, I am Ms. Bennett - buttoned-up, proper, the woman parents