Going Down....?
by Bonnie Louise Williamswas pulling an all-nighter in my empty hotel room. Too bad
I didn't have a man to share it with, but hey—a girl can dream...
As guest speaker, I was woefully unprepared for a lecture the next
day. I hadn't even prepared a speech.
After a refreshing shower, ready to settle in, I realized
some very strong coffee was in order.
I looked at the clock. Midnight.
I could call room service, but I really needed to stretch my legs
before I sat at my laptop all night. The bar always had coffee, didn't it?
I didn't want to wrinkle my suit, and a terrycloth robe
seemed a little too earthy for a midnight stroll into the lobby.
So, I threw on my tan trench coat and cinched the belt as I stepped
into the closest pair of shoes—three inch red pumps. Well, no big
deal—I was only going to the lobby. Who'd notice?
I left my hotel room and walked the short distance to the
elevator when it chimed. The brass doors slid open and the night
security guard was inside. His badge read M. James, but his body
said trouble—of the best kind. He nodded a greeting as I stood
on the opposite side. His penetrating blue eyes made my pulse
quicken, and I smiled to myself wondering if the M stood for mmm mmm good.
The man was pure testosterone.
I'm average in height for a woman—though a little taller in my
look-at-me red pumps—but I still had to tilt my head up to look at him.
A bit self-conscious, I crossed my arms remembering I was
wearing only three things—and two of them were on my feet.
M. James had a thumb hooked in his front pocket, the other
tapped lightly against his hip as the elevator descended. I
couldn't help but notice how well his pants melded to his long
legs and the way his navy jacket strained against the width of
his shoulders. I felt the urge to lick my lips.
He turned and smiled when he caught me staring. I shyly
returned his smile—when the elevator car stopped.
And that's when it happened...
The floor lurched beneath my feet. I'd have fallen face-first
right out of my spiked heels had it not been for his lightening-fast
arm that wrapped firmly around my waist.
The lights flickered twice. Then went out.
"Oh, no," I sobbed, feeling trapped and vulnerable.
Could he tell I had a life-long fear of the dark?
"Easy now, I've gotcha," he said. He voice steady and silky-smooth.
Despite the darkened space we shared, a sliver of light shown from
the patio ten floors down, casting shadows and light through the
glass wall of the car. Enough light for him to see that my jacket
had come loose as he held me against his hard body, exposing one
breast. A glimmer of heat flashed across his face when his eyes
met mine, and my shacking hands felt clammy as I gripped his arm
still holding me.
My breath quickened when his hand slid up from my waist and grazed
my naked breast. The exposed nipple became a hardened point, reaching
out, responding to his touch. His eyes reached my lips and I knew he
was going to kiss me. It had been months and months since I'd been
with a man, and I welcomed the feel of his lips as they fell hard
to mine with a hunger only quenched by heat and passion. A moan
escaped from my own throat and I could swear I heard him chuckle,
but I was too dazed by lust and heat to know for sure.
Soon, my jacket fell from my shoulders and fluttered to
the floor, leaving me blissfully naked.
I'd never felt so wanton in my life.
He offered me an approving smile, as he lifted me off the ground,
gently settling my hips against the railing. Then he smothered my
mouth with such demanding mastery I was unable to return the kiss
for fear of loosing my breath. I was pinned against his hard chest
and thought I might climax as his tongue made sweeping, swirling
motions inside my mouth.
"Hold on tight, I'm goin' down," he whispered, as I gripped at his
shirt for balance.
I should have been frightened, but the pulse pounded in my ears
and between my thighs like a bongo beat, and I felt nothing but
aroused anticipation—slick and wet with excitement. M. James
knelt between my bent knees, placing his warm mouth again my belly.
His lips were surprisingly soft against the tender flesh as he
nibbled his way down to my navel, to the hair at my bikini line,
and then... Oh yes—
I moaned softly as his tongue dipped between, and inside...
I held my eyes shut as a breath caught in my throat. He replaced
his tongue with one long finger, embedding it deeply, slowly into
the liquid heat of my body. A second finger soon followed. Then
everything was forgotten—my fear of the dark, the coffee, my
speech—all I knew was this very moment and the feel of this
delicious man's mouth and probing fingers caressing me. As my
eyes fluttered open, I saw him look up at me, watching every response.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked with a sensual huskiness that sent
a shockwave from my clit all the way down to my toes.
And the way he looked at me— "Ahh..." All I could manage was a
whimpering sigh. The man had a true talent for pushing a girl's button.
His large hands grasped my knees, pushing my thighs wide. I threw my
head back and felt the cleft of tender flesh part, exposing my clitoris,
swollen and wet. His tongue whisked and licked against it—gently suckling
and tugging, flicking and teasing while he fingers stroked and probed
until I thought my head might shoot through the ceiling.
I squirmed to get closer to his talented mouth, but my hips were
trapped between the railing and his big body. Breathless, I arched
toward his exploring fingers as he buried a third, slowly gliding
upward, grazing at my G-spot, causing a deep shuddering gasps from
my throat as he increased the tempo and his mouth continued a fine,
subtle circling movement...
"Oh, yes! Right there, right there..."
My toes curled when I felt a climax building, causing one shoe to
fall with a clunk to the floor. He hummed against me and my inner
muscles contracted in response. My breath quickened and my heart
thudded in my chest as he stroked again and again switching from
licking to biting to suckling until I thought I'd die from the
pleasure, gasping and panting with the rhythmic motion of his
hand and tongue.
With one hand braced against the glass, my other grabbed a handful
of his hair, and held his head fast to my body as I came...
The intensity of the orgasm was so overwhelming, I screamed, not
caring if anyone heard.
When the spasms subsided, I opened my eyes just as the power hummed
back to life. The elevator immediately responded, and too soon,
buzzed when we reached the lobby level. I felt strangely awkward
and uncoordinated as he helped me with my jacket. I quickly cinched
the belt and frantically looked for my wayward shoe.
"I believe this is your floor, miss," he said with an irresistible
grin, handing me my shoe.
I smile, kissed him long and deep before I finally back up, looked
into his bright blue eyes and simply said, "Thank you."
All he said as the brass doors closed behind me was, "my pleasure." ~
Love and Romance, etc.
By Bonnie Williams
Copyright 2005
Los Angeles, CA 90501
