Not For Sharing (Romance with Sizzle) (3 page)

Their first
official date was a simple but intense encounter over an exquisite Italian meal.
Ethan had been very meticulous in choosing the venue, a continental setting
with an ambience of spice, romance and mystique. With the assistance of candle-light
and soft music, she unwittingly fell under his spell as she relaxed and laughed
in his company.

He soon
cajoled her into a second date at a theme-park (orchestrated again by Ethan to
have Pru jumping into his arms on the thrill-rides.) The log-flume was his
favourite, seeing her wet, dishevelled and howling with laughter was the moment
he realised that he was in this way deeper than just wanting to catalogue Pru under
‘
most rewarding conquest’
. Leaving aside of course, the fact that he also
had an insane longing to see her wet and naked in the shower, soaping herself
up with a sponge. He had to wait a torturous five months before that wish was
granted, during which time he feared his balls would implode.

So, a love
affair that nearly didn’t happen, happened, and fast. Ethan idolised Pru, and
no woman had ever come close to toppling her pedestal. She gave Ethan a degree
of stability, offering him a release from his turbulent background. He even
assured her that he would quit the boxing, when he saw how distraught she would
become before a fight, and decided to concentrate full-time on his building
trade instead. However, she was thankful that a streak of anarchy still lay in
his DNA; she had grown to find it shamefully exciting. Conversely, his carefree
attitude lightened her staid manner and she began to feel more relaxed in her
own skin, re-discovering her playful side.

As the
couple became more intimate, he awakened her latent carnality, feeding her
newly-found sexual appetite and teaching her things that made her crave to feel
his strong, ripped body pressed against hers almost to the point of addiction.
As for Ethan, even though he had bed-hopped like an Olympic trampolinist, there
had been no other girl like Pru who could turn him into a randy, quivering mess
with an impish raise of her eyebrow. Flings with exotic dancers, devoid of any
emotion, were out – his new ‘exotic’ was Pru swamped in one of his oversized
shirts, wearing bed-socks and curled up on the sofa.

She held
many happy memories of their torrid days and one of her favourites was on the
night of their first anniversary. As a teenager, Pru had owned a horse and she
had voiced how much she missed riding him over her parent’s land. So, the day
before, Ethan had surprised her with a Horse Riding experience where they had
spent an idyllic day riding in the forest, cowboy style, finishing with a
finger lickin’ bar-b-q around a camp-fire. On this night, Pru had decided to
serve Ethan a different ambrosial treat,
herself
on a plate.

She had put
on a crisp white blouse and wriggled into black, lacy panties and the shortest,
satin mini-skirt. To complete her look, she loosely pinned up her hair and
slipped on her highest heels.

‘
Bra or
no bra?’ Hmm, definitely bra-less’
she decided
.

She thought
it would be nice if there was easy access to his favourite playthings. Her
nerves began to unexpectedly get the better of her. She was anxious as to
whether Ethan would appreciate her impromptu performance and she took a couple
of deep breaths to calm her tremors.

In her final
preparation she wiggled into the bathroom and with shower-head in hand, she
gave herself a light spray of cold water. Her blouse turned transparent and
exposed her pert breasts for maximum arousal; her face and hair sparkled with
pearls of water, leaving her looking vulnerable yet frisky.

She stood on
the top step of the spiral staircase that led directly into the living room and
took one last deep breath. Ethan, completely oblivious to Pru’s saucy surprise,
had been relaxing on a claret recliner chair, fresh from a recent shower,
bare-chested and wearing only navy joggers. His finely honed six-pack rippled
in the flickering candle-light, casting a powerful and scintillating shadow
against the white brick walls. He was taking in the panoramic scene of a
full-moon as nightfall brought a breath-taking view of the city right into the
apartment. An enchanting blend of fluorescent lights and stars began to flit
around like thousands of fire-flies, transforming the floor-to-ceiling window
into a giant frame of moving art.

When Ethan
heard footsteps sauntering down, he slowly swivelled round on his chair, reminiscent
of a James Bond Villain. Pru had never seen a ‘baddie’ look so good and she
struggled to contain her thoughts, something along the lines of wanting to
spread him on a cracker and eating every last crumb.

She remained silent however;
composure and indifference was integral to her performance.

He glanced
up to see an ethereal yet titillating vision descending down as if from heaven.
He became mesmerised watching her arresting approach, the risqué stiletto
heels, the glistening bare-skinned thighs, her round rump squeezed into a tight
mini-skirt; and an enticing glimpse of her steamy breasts peeking through her
damp blouse, just enough to make him giddy.

With only
the deliberate sound of her heels striding against the floorboards, Pru decided
to try out a melodic interpretation of the
‘The
Monroe
Strut’
that she and her friends had practised at their teen slumber parties. (Her
friend Lacey, who had tutored them, was an avid Marilyn fan.) She held her head
up, shoulders back, leading with her breasts. Her arms swung loosely back and
forth, her hips swivelling from side to side, placing one foot in front of the
other as if she was walking a tight-rope. The distance to the sofa seemed
unusually long and daunting. She could only hope that her bravado would mask
her awkwardness.

‘
Just
don’t trip up, please don’t trip up’
she instructed herself.

Without
taking her gaze off him, she pressed the ‘play’ button on the stereo, a
seductive smile playing on her lips. ‘After Dark’ by Tito and Tarantula filled
the airwaves, the exotic sounds filtering through her body as if possessing her
soul. He sat froze to his seat, not wanting to so much as blink for fear of
missing a second of Pru’s intoxicating act. Each step she took was in perfect
timing to the sultry beat of the music, not quite dancing, not quite walking –
it was the most tantalising cadence Ethan had ever seen.

As she stood
over him transfixed on the sofa, she un-did another blouse button, took out an
ice-cube from the cool-box beside the sofa and circled it around her caramel
nipples. They immediately became chilled and erect, pressing up against the
white, wet cotton. Then she drew the ice across her cleavage, allowing a
rivulet to trickle down between its sumptuous valley. Ethan’s lips slowly parted
in awe as he watched her drop the cube into his scotch, which was breathing on
the coffee-table beside him. He had a particular fondness for Pru’s breasts and
his mouth instinctively began to salivate when he heard the delightful tune of the
ice’s plink-plink into the glass.

“Damn, you
look
so
fuckable,” sighed Ethan, in a tone heavy with lust, his eyes
ablaze.

Pru purred
and raised an eyebrow cagily. “Hey, don’t get ahead of yourself. Let’s see what
you’ve got to offer first.”

She spread
her legs to straddle him, hitching up her skirt a little higher as she climbed
on top of his lap to reveal a hint of the candy beneath.

Ethan almost
flat-lined and his pupils dilated into big black saucers. His impulses told him
to just fling Pru on the floor so he could ravage her there and then but
instead his hand reached up to gently pull out the clip in her hair, causing it
to tumble around her neck and shoulders. He paused momentarily to breathe in deep
the scent of the impossible fantasy that sat astride him. Her over-whelming
presence seemed almost surreal, as if he had dreamt up his perfect woman and
she had materialised before his eyes.

“You blow my
mind,” he whispered in her ear, adulation coating his every word.

“Then loosen
up my buttons babe.”

As he ran
his fingers through her damp, ruffled waves, her wanton words jolted him back
to reality.

He tore open
her sodden blouse, with the sound of the buttons popping off across the wooden
floor ringing out like a rejoicing choir. He picked out the rapidly dissolving
cube of ice from the whiskey and after smoothing it across her raised nipples,
he blew gently around them causing them to pucker and darken in shade.

He placed
his hands around the sides of her waist, her warm skin exhibiting a potent
magnetism. His thumbs stretched upwards to gently stroke the under-curves of
her breasts, his pulse racing like a rocket as he watched Pru attentively. It
was the lightest but most sensual of touches, making her physically tremble
with expectation. He pulled her forward and began to lay soft kisses across her
décolletage, finding the curve of her collarbone most elegant to sample.

Pru
simpered. “Happy anniversary darling, help yourself to the appetisers.”

As his
animal urge took over, his delicate touch changed to one more emphatic, his
masterful hands massaging her breast’s plump abundance like play-dough. Pru
murmured spontaneously, expressing her rising satisfaction. He felt impelled to
nip at them, sensing a hint of the whiskey’s liquid fire on his tongue, but stopping
short of biting into her delectable flesh. She tilted back in a reflex
reaction, groaning, thrusting herself deeper into his lips, relishing in her
own compliance. As his excitement intensified, he squeezed their ampleness
together and suckled them into his ravenous mouth.

“Mmm…. Soft,
sweet and ripe,” he muttered. The look on his face was one of a child lapping
up an ice-cream sundae, trying to extract it’s full flavour with gentle,
deliberate licks.

She giggled
and pulled playfully on his hair. “Don’t talk with your mouth full.” His crude
talk had heightened her euphoria and she held his head tenderly as his lips supped
on her protruding breasts.

He placed
his left hand behind her for support and used the other hand to hold and nibble
at her near-sore nipples again. She whined quietly, suggesting that she was
feeling more pain than pleasure. Sensing her discomfort he desisted and took
her face in his hands instead, bringing her rosebud mouth towards his. His
tongue began to flirt, teasing and nibbling at her pouting lips, exploring her warm
mouth with an increasing pressure.

With an
erotic charge surging through her veins, she started to ever so slightly swing
her pelvis to and fro, feeling him twitching impatiently beneath her as she pushed
forward and down into his lap. The chairs back-rest slowly reclined with the
weight of their frisky bodies submersing themselves into lust.

His palms
moved smoothly down the sides of her breasts, down past her waist and then slid
under the cheeks of her behind. He idled here to clench hard at her fleshiness
through her satin skirt, his fingers slipping on its sleek fibres. Pru moaned
as she continued to press her tongue between his welcoming lips. He then
sneaked inwards across her lap and clasped onto her legs, gently spreading them
open a little more.

She felt an
indescribable shiver energise her dewy flesh, creating a catalyst to her
desires. His hands met in the centre of her thighs and then his thumbs began to
nudge their way under the tight hem of her skirt, lazily circling higher and
higher. His fingers hooked onto the side strings of her panties. A hum rose in
Pru’s throat while he began to roll them down. His tongue was giving her a
taste of things to come by tenderly darting back and forth, snaking around her
willing mouth.

As her
panties were pulled down lower, the thread began to dig deep into her flesh,
the lace feeling the strain. He opened his eyes to view her intently, keen to
watch her responsive face. Her body flushed with a glorious fever and she opened
her eyes feebly, lost in a world of erotica and cravings. Before she knew it,
he had torn the flimsy fibre apart at the seams, all the time maintaining his
mesmeric gaze. She was left startled, exposed, quivering and increasingly wet.

 She drew
back her face from Ethan and a dainty smile danced onto her lips. She rested her
forehead softly against his, euphoria scorching her cheeks. She reached forward
to grasp at his taut chest, squeezing and stroking the hard flesh around his
nipples; it felt amazingly stimulating, like cushioned brick. She found it
impossible to stop there and she was soon running her hands greedily up and down
her most favourite part of Ethan’s body, the V-shaped dip of his lower stomach
that angled from his hips to his crotch.  Her fingers scuttled teasingly around
his waistband, daring to inch down towards his superb hardness. A hardness that
she had herself had induced and was most pleased with.

Her
concentration was soon broken when Ethan’s caress continued round to her back
and he tugged her skirt up to her waist. An exquisite thrill of growing urgency
seethed through her body as he grappled at her smooth behind, covering every
inch of her curvaceous cheeks with his inquisitive, sprawled fingers.

“I could
overdose on you Pru, I’ll never have enough.” His words made her feel like a
sexual goddess and her nectar was about to taste even sweeter.

He brought
one hand round to the front and reached forward with two fingers, circling
round delicately. Her head dropped back, her eyelids compressed and she let out
an imperceptible groan. It wasn’t long before this pleasurable sensation subtly
shifted to an irresistible twinge within Pru.

“Inside,”
she murmured in his ear.

She pushed
out her breasts and stretched backwards, gripping his knees for support. A gasp
was propelled from deep in her throat as two fingers slid in and out with ease
whilst his thumb continued it’s pleasure. She reciprocated by nudging back and
forth on them, driven by a desire for repletion. The divine tension building up
was on the verge of shattering through her body and bringing her bitter-sweet
relief. Ethan had other plans.