The Next Night…
A Few Towns Over…
Jason Adler…
Holding myself back. Keeping a rein on these feelings that I have for Charleigh had started to feel like they were choking me. It felt like I had a noose around my neck and it was slowly cutting off my air supply. Trying to hide my emotions in front of my daughter has proven harder than I could have ever imagined. I can't even lie and say that I believe I am doing it for her own good.
I am being a selfish asshole. I want to ensure that Charleigh and I have something substantial before we tell my daughter. Somehow, I figure that if we are solid then there is no way that she can object.
Is it naïve to think that way? Yeah, probably but there is a part of me that is hoping that my daughter is mature enough to understand that these things happen. I hope that my daughter wants nothing more than for me to be happy. And she will see that Charleigh makes me happy.
In fact, Charleigh has made me happier than any other woman in the world has managed to do. I would say Anna made me happy - happy that she gave me a daughter and then happy when she left but never happy that she took my daughter with her. And for what? To punish me for some slight that I don't even know I made.
Dakota is nothing like her mother. I have seen that in the short time she has been with me. My daughter is kind, caring, compassionate, understanding and so level-headed that it makes my head spin.
But tonight, isn't about any of that.
No. Tonight, is about Charleigh. It is about me and the woman I am falling hopelessly in love with. I ache for her in ways that I simply had no idea I could feel.
One look into her beautiful blue-grey eyes and my entire world becomes her and only her. Everything around me slips away like it blurs into the background, becoming nothing more than dulled down colours to paint a back-drop behind this stunning creature that has wandered into my world.
Tonight, is special and as we stand in the elevator bank heading up to the room that I booked for our two-night stay, my hand resting on the small of her back as the other guests in the space all remain quiet, I ache to talk. I desperately want to tell my woman what I plan on doing to her when we get to our room. All of the dirty things that I have imagined over the past few days since we kissed.
That kiss on my sofa has fuelled my masturbation in ways that I have never experienced before. Does she know that I beat-off, to thoughts, of her every night?
Does she rub that little pussy and think of me at night?
I can't wait to watch her beautiful face come undone as my cock leads her to pleasure. I can't wait to feel my body moving into hers. To feel the deep squeeze of her cunt muscles as they clamp down around my shaft. To taste that pussy and eat it like I am a man who has been starved for far too long. To touch and suck on her ample tits. God, my cock is already at full mast, and it is making me more than a little light headed. "I hope you are ready for me, beautiful!" I leaned in and whispered into her ear causing a very visible shiver to slither through her body as she sagged against me. Slowly she nodded her head as if words were out of her reach right at that moment, "are you wet for me?" Another nod of her as I slowly shifted behind her, grinding my cock against that delectable ass, "do you feel what you do to me?" A small almost undetectable moan rose in her throat, and I watched as the other guests started to turn towards us but that was when the elevator jumped to a stop, and we spilled out onto the floor where our room was.
Grabbing her hand, I practically dragged her along to our door, fumbling with the key as she took her turn to torment me by kissing along my jawline. "'Leigh, baby-"
"Mmmmm?" She moaned against me as she reached up on her toes to kiss just below my ear.
"Fuck if you don't stop, we are going to fuck right here in the hallway!" Why the fuck is this key being a bastard?
Finally, it slipped into the lock, and I turned it, pushing the door open and holding it for her, hoping the hotel had done what I requested. I followed behind her and heard the small gasp she made as she turned back to look at me, "you did this?" She asked and I nodded, "how? When?"
"The hotel staff were extremely helpful!" I chuckled as she moved further into the room.
I locked up, dropped the key on the small dining table and followed her into the room where the bed was covered in rose petals in the shape of a heart, their scent lingered in the air and there were a few, well placed tea light candles flickering and creating a warm, intimate glow around the space and there by the bed was the ice bucket with a bottle of champagne and the two stem-glasses placed on the bedside table.
"This is-am-amazing!" She had stopped at the foot of the bed, just staring at the bed. I stepped in behind her and wrapped my arms around her tiny waist, my hands clasped in front of her.
"You are amazing!"
My lips skimmed along the exposed flesh of her shoulder. All night I have been in a state of arousal - the blood red dress she wore was designed to distract me; like a red rag to a bull. The fabric was light and soft as it hung off one shoulder and cut in deep to her defined curves and highlighted those child-bearing hips and long slender thighs. The flesh of her legs looked more inviting than I could have ever predicted. The way the light made them shine whenever it caught her at the right angle was a bigger distraction than I had ever experienced in my life.
"As much as I love this dress on you, it needs to go!" My hands reached down to the hem that sat high on her thighs, beginning to slowly inch the material up over her body and she was shivering but I knew that it wasn't from the cold because this room was beyond toasty. A mix of the burning candles and the heating that I had left on when we went out to eat.
Dropping the dress to the floor by our feet, I urged her to turn around as I took a step back to just drink in this beautiful woman who was all mine.
Mine.
I knew it from the moment she stepped off that plane. I knew that there was something between us the moment our eyes met. I have tried to fight it for the sake of my daughter, but I can't. I just can't. I need Charleigh like I need air to breathe.
My breath locked in my chest, refusing to exit my body as I bathed in the beauty of this woman. A blood red strapless bra held her generous tits in place although, with her youth; she really didn't need it at all but it helped to create the beautiful hour-glass figure that I had been staring at all night. The matching blood red thong barely covered the treasure between her legs. Matching blood red heels completed the look - I could just imagine her draped over a classic muscle car that I coveted, just as I coveted her. "You are-" words failed me. There simply were no words to describe just how fucking gorgeous she was to me.
"Your turn!" There was no hint of embarrassment in her. No sudden movements to cover herself up, like most women of my age do. This was a woman who was comfortable in her own skin, a woman who had little to no hang-ups about how she looked. And that confidence was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.
Slowly she moved towards me and began to unbutton my shirt slowly as if she were savouring the moment. Every little inch of flesh that came into view was followed by a gentle sweep of her lips.
Tonight was going to be a long night in all the best possible ways and I couldn't wait to get started.
Charleigh Smith…
Tonight, has been nothing short of amazing. The best night of my life without a shadow of a doubt. It has also been an extremely painful lesson in restraint.
The moment this man stepped out of the bathroom earlier in his sky-blue shirt which hugged around his wide shoulders and sculpted chest. Pinching in around the bulging muscles in his arms, the sleeves rolled up to reveal the sinewy ropes of muscle and tendons that flexed and pulsed with his movements. Dakota always said that forearms were like arm-porn for her, I never understood it until tonight. Jesus just thinking about it has my thong flooded with even more of my arousal. The black pants that he wore were neither tight nor loose - they hugged his ass in the most deliciously distracting way. Black combat boots completed his look - a little sophisticated with a splash of bad boy danger that definitely got my motor running so to speak.
The scent of him - leather and motor-oil - was like my very own brand of aphrodisiac. I have always loved the scent of a garage and with how much and how hard Jason works, it is as if the scent is ingrained in the very fabric of his being. A designer-scent to have me constantly aroused and ready for him.
I could drown in those eyes of his - the almost translucent green was the most unique shade I had ever seen on another human being. The sparkle in them would turn them an almost jade-colour and emerald when he was turned on. Like he is right now. Those eyes are such an expressive window into his soul that it can render me motionless in a matter of seconds. The light scattering of freckles over the bridge of his nose and high cheek-bones give him an almost youthful element that I never really noticed before tonight. The slight curve of those pillowy soft plump lips drives me crazy with lust. Knowing that he knows what he is doing with them fuels my hands to work quicker in unbuttoning his shirt. I need him.
I want him more than I have ever wanted anyone before.
Tonight, has been one long exercise in foreplay. The little touches that we shared over the table at dinner. The flirty banter that we slipped into with one another. The hungry glances we cast each other. The conversation was even more tantalising than I have had with any other man. Laughing with this man is unlike anything that I have ever experienced with anyone else. I ache for him. I have been aching for him all night.
Then we stumbled into this room, and he had arranged this amazing view for me. No one has ever done anything so romantic for me before. I feel cherished. I feel like I am being cared for. I feel loved.
Love.
Is that what I am feeling? I want to say yes but this is such a new, consuming feeling that I am honestly unsure. Maybe it is just lust. Maybe it is just a deep-rooted desire to have this man. One thing has become abundantly clear to me since we started whatever this is and that is that I have never been in love before.
Sure, I have believed that I have been in love. I have thought that I have experienced all there is to experience but here I am with this man and there is something so strong and out of control between us that I know I have no option but to just go along with it. Even if there is the strong possibility of losing my heart to him. Oh, who am I kidding? My heart is already his. I just hope that I haven't misplaced my trust in him not to hurt me.
Finally, I have his shirt off his shoulders and sliding down his back until it pools on the floor behind him, and my hands slide along the swell of his pecks, floating in the sensation of touching his naked flesh. Gliding down a little further until I am tapping down the ladder of his six-pack causing a ripple of his muscles to follow my touch. God, he is so sexy. I make short work of his belt and buckle, then slide the button to the pants through the hole and slide the zipper down. One gentle tug and the trousers puddle at his feet. Now we are both standing in our underwear and panting in a desperate bid to gain our control.
However, the minute that I bite my bottom lip - something inside him snapped and he pushed himself against me; his lips devouring mine in what could only be described as a passionate and desperate lock of lips and tongue. I felt my body submitting to him as he walked us backwards to the bed and then we were falling down, his hand cradled at the base of my skull as if protecting me from any type of damage that could befall me as we sink into the passion that we have worked so hard to keep at bay.
"Fuck I need you, baby!" He groaned against my lips.
"Then take me!" I didn't recognize the sultry tone in my reply, but it was like what he had been waiting for, his hands reached around my back and expertly unclipped the clasps that held my bra, in place. Throwing the material over the edge of the bed, his eyes drank me in.
"Fuck you are perfect!" He told me reverently. The look in his eyes was one of complete worship as he bowed his head to my tits - his tongue drawing circles around the hardened peaks while his hands slid down to my thong and as if he had lost all his restraint - he literally ripped the garment from my body, the tattered slip of material followed my bra off the edge of the bed.
Gently bringing one hand up to my breast, he palmed the globe of flesh while his mouth finally sank over the nipple of my opposite one. The other hand cupped my dripping pussy, rubbing the palm of his hand against my clit building the most delicious friction of pleasure as he growled against the flesh of my breast. It was a triple fork of attack, and my body was reacting in ways that it never has before. The ache in my centre was growing tighter and deeper with every calculated movement he made.
My eyes closed as I sank into the sensations, he was coaxing out of me. And just as my back began to arch, just as the first tingles of orgasm began to hit me - he pulled back from me. Ceasing all contact as he sat back on the knees. His eyes devoured me as I whimpered and pouted at him, his chuckle was deliciously sinful. "Why did you stop?"
"Because I don't want to rush this, beautiful and the more I edge you, the more powerful the release will be when I finally allow you to reach it!"
"You are far more, evil than I gave you credit for!" I panted as I held myself up on my elbows and once again, he chuckled before descending on me once again.
On and on this went for God only knows how long. Every time he felt my body beginning to react, he would pull away, not touching me, just watching as I grew more and more desperate with each passing phase of near explosion.
Then just as he pulled away for the last time, he pulled his boxer shorts down until he was kicking them off the end of the bed and when he moved back in, I felt the difference, he intended on taking me right now, raw. No protection and for the first time in my life I was actually ok with that. I have never allowed another man to take me unprotected, but I trusted Jason. I wanted us to experience this with nothing between us.
Lacing his fingers through mine, he rocked forward - seating himself fully inside me in one long powerful thrust. My pussy instantly felt stuffed. There was no room, and I could almost feel every ridge of his cock as he claimed me, owned me for the first time. "Oh God!" I moaned out in a weak whimper.
"You, ok?"
"Mmmmm yesssss, you feel so good!"
"You are so tight," he grunted in response as he held himself perfectly still inside of me - allowing my pussy to mould around him, get used to his girth, "tell me when you are ready for me to move!" The clipped tone in his voice screamed just how much effort it was taking for him to hold back.
"I'm ready!" I sighed softly, my legs wrapping around his thighs, giving him a tighter thrust and he growled; a deep baritone of sound that seemed to vibrate down through his shaft and deep into my core and with his first retreat and re-entry, my clit exploded in a tsunami of pleasure rocking down through my cunt until I was fluttering around him as the pleasure spread to every nerve ending in my body. My back arched and I swear my eyes rolled all the way back into my head that I was surprised when I couldn't actually see my brain.
Wave upon wave of euphoria coursed through me as he angled himself a little differently and the tip of his cock reached a spot inside me that I never knew existed. Sending a much deeper, much more intense waves of pleasure to slam into me. My moans died a sultry death on my tongue as I could feel every inch of my body ignited with this rapture that crested over me so violently that I turned almost rigid underneath his thrusting body.
Then all of a sudden, he roared my name, and I felt the heat of his release splash my womb in an attempt to get as deep inside me as possible. Our bodies slumped and we just lay there still connected. Still joined together in a way that I suddenly wanted for the rest of my life.
I know in that moment - I am irrevocably in love with this man. There is nothing that I wouldn't do for him. He has changed me and the trajectory of my life. Nothing will ever be the same again.