Christopher helped her out of the car, his touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary. He led her to a solid oak door. Before they could reach him, the door opened, revealing a man of imposing stature standing in the doorway. He wore a perfectly tailored suit and exuded an aura of authority that made Amanda's breath take down her throat.
"Welcome, Mr Kole, welcome, Miss," the man said, his voice deep and resonant.
"Dimitri, this is Amanda", Christopher said in a possessive voice. Dimitri nodded to Amanda, whispered "Good evening" and disappeared into the depths of the house.
They went to Christopher's room, and as soon as the door closed behind them, Christopher attracted her into his arms. Their kiss was electric, and Amanda felt herself melting inside him.
Christopher removed the chain from Amanda's dress, which slid down her chest, then, with a swift movement of her hips, she dropped it at her feet. She was half-naked. She wore only pink panties, which he quickly removed. He indicated the bed on which she lay down.
He undressed in turn, then strode towards her with the dangerous grace of a panther swooping down on its prey.
Amanda thought he was going to kiss her, but he did not. He began by touching her buttocks, slowly running his fingertip along them. She held her breath as he caressed her bottom.
Then, with deliberate slowness, he explored her slit. Amanda was moist.
"Tell me what you want," he said.
"I want you to touch me." She whispered.
He caresses her gently, running a finger over her moist lips in circular motions. She became wetter and wetter. He inserted a finger inside her, making her moan "Do you like it?" The "yes" that came from her mouth was only a whisper. Before she knew it, she exploded around his fingers. He withdrew them and licked them clean. It was the most erotic gesture Amanda had ever witnessed. Christopher took her by the shoulder, swung her around and tilted her in front of him, one hand on her hip. She felt Christopher's sex brush against hers. He held her hair to pull her closer and penetrated her in one fluid motion.
The movement was fluid. She was so wet that he penetrated her completely.
He began to move in and out of her, holding her firmly by the waist.
They fit together perfectly, she mused, as she languorously abandoned herself to him.
The sensations he aroused in her.
She contracted around his cock and he knew she was on the verge of ecstasy. He withdrew.
No longer feeling him inside her, she opened her eyes and saw him slip on a condom. A touch of disappointment came over her, quickly replaced by the pleasure she felt when Christopher penetrated her again.
He started slowly, then picked up the pace. They both felt an almost animal desire. He rode her like he would a mare. Amanda's sex began to tighten around Christopher's penis. Her legs began to tremble as they went faster and faster, penetrating her harder and harder. She held her breath when she felt him contract, Christopher's breathing becoming irregular.
They came at the same moment.
The rest of the night was just as torrid, and for the first time in her life Amanda had back-to-back orgasms. But the morning brought a harsh reality. As the first rays of sun filtering through the curtains, Amanda woke up to find Christopher already dressed, his expression distant. He avoided her gaze as he spoke.
"Amanda, last night was interesting, but I'm not looking for anything serious."
Amanda felt a cold knot form in her stomach. "What do you mean?"
Christopher sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. "I travel constantly for work and don't have time for a relationship."
Amanda's heart broke. She had let herself believe that there might be something more between them, but now she realized that it had all been an illusion. She felt used, rejected.
"You didn't tell me that last night. You said it might be the start of something" she says, her voice barely a whisper.
Christopher looked at her arrogantly, "Come on love, are you trying to tell me that you did not know that a man is capable of telling lies just to get a woman in his bed? You turned me on yesterday and I wanted to hook you."
Amanda rose hastily from the bed, her eyes shining with anger, and shouted "You,… you son of a bitch! How could you do such a thing? You know very well that if you'd told me you were just looking for a one-night stand, I'd never have come."
Christopher looked at her with disgust and retorted. "Cut the act, love. I know what you were after yesterday, and from all the screaming you did yesterday, I can safely say you got your money's worth. By the way, how many orgasms did you have?".
"Love", the nickname he'd called her since they met, now sounded like an insult.
Unable to hold back her tears, she hurriedly gathered up her clothes and ran into the bathroom, where she locked herself in. After calming down and getting dressed, Amanda left the bathroom. All traces of Christopher had vanished from the room. Reaching for her bag, she discovered an envelope lying on top.
There was money in the envelope, lots of it! It must have been $2,000 to $3,000. It also contained a piece of paper, which she unfolded. As she read the words on it, her legs wobbled:
"There is enough money in this envelope for you to take a taxi home. Last night was fabulous, but not so fabulous that I want to see you again. I'm used to women pretending to be in love with me after a torrid night just because they're hoping to trap me. You're the one who should get the Oscar for Best Actress.
Don't try to come back in a few weeks and tell me you're pregnant, it won't work. I took precautions yesterday.
Christopher"