Just a taste
Setting Int: Private Setting wine cellar on 2nd floor of restaurant surrounded by tall teal glass windows from floor to ceiling. Wooden barrels of aging whiskey in far-right corner of room. Maple hardwood floors with a Magenta and turquoise Persian rug covered 1/4 of the floor. Approximately 600 sq feet
She exited the elevator stumbling, as she was reluctant to follow him after the intermittent stares from her girlfriend at the dinner table one floor above. He knew she would as she secretly loved his spontaneity. She craved his desires yet rarely actually expected him to admit what his mind constantly denied repeatedly.
“Let’s go in the cellar” he said in a gentle yet demanding tone standing less than fifty feet away from her. She did not respond, removed her noir strapped sandals leaving them scattered in front of the elevator. There was nobody else on this floor at this late hour. The staff was busy tending to the large party of patrons above and below their location. The wine cellar was “off limits.”
“Take off your panties and give them to me now!” His eyes did not blink as his intent stare shook her from head to toe. She tried to return the intense stare, but her eyes burned from dehydration, wine, and the ten-year tawny she tasted while lingering on her luscious lips.
She tried to speak. He did not wait nor want to hear her reply. He grabbed her hand, still not blinking and lead her into the cellar. “We cannot do this here”, she whispered as silently as she could slightly slurring her words. No reply. He pushed her benevolently towards the barrel in the corner of the cellar, lifted her onto it and slid off her black laced thong with his teeth. She wanted to command him to take off his stoned washed jeans as she could see his erection fighting to be released, but could not find the strength, and derived pleasure from him being in control.
He instructed her to remain silent and tied her wrists together slightly over her head with a velvet rope which he grabbed swiftly from the sterling silver champagne holder. She arched her back while he simultaneously put one of the Seraphina decorative pillows under his knees and another beneath her lumbar vertebrae. His movements were methodical and done with precise intent.
She wanted him to feel the similar longing for release and knew how this would proceed to the next level. He is the modern day Himeros.
He looked around to ensure not a sole was in sight. Not that he would care if anyone saw. She was worried yet felt such a powerful bonding affixation connection to his presence no matter what, when, or why they were in the same proximity. The kinky sexual desires began to run ramping effortlessly. Her thoughts devious. She had never had sex in public. She decided to act first.
With her dedication to yoga she had the flexibility of a twelve year old in her forties. He had had spread her legs positioning his hands gently on the inside of each thigh as he began to move them towards her pelvis at a leisurely pace. Her back remained arched like a sphynx, her arms over remained tied loosely above her head. She narrowed her gaze directly into his wandering magnificent eyes. Within less than two seconds she could feel his tongue flicking her clitoris. She entwined her ankles around his neck and used her core to thrust her pelvis closer to his beautiful face. He paused to look at her lust for him. He slowly began to lick her concurrently inserting one finger inside her at a rhythmic speed. She was wet as the Baltic Sea the minute they walked into the cellar. She yearned for him to touch more. Discover areas never explored by anyone else but did not want to come too abruptly. She wanted to taste him. It was time to turn the tables, as they had all night and their sexual soirée was just beginning.
It was if he enchanted her innermost thoughts as the simplicity of visually witnessing his arousal was better than any chemical or alcoholic high in the world. Her next action caught him completely off guard.
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