Trust Me (22 page)

    
“My cock loves the feel of your hands,
Angel, and my hands love the feel of your breasts.” Her breasts were everything
he had imagined, soft, but high and firm, her nipples large and pink, soft until
he touched them, then they hardened into stiff peaks that made his mouth water.

    
“You’re so big,” she breathed in awe,
trying her best not to compare him to Gary, but it was difficult not to since
they were the only two men whose cocks she had held.

    
“Don’t worry, sweetie, it’ll fit. But
first, I need to fulfill a fantasy that’s kept me awake at night for months. On
your knees, Angel.”

    
Angie shivered at that dark tone edged
with a bite of command. Slowly, she lowered herself in front of him until she
was kneeling eye level with his straining cock, close enough to see the fluid
seeping from his tip. Looking up from the temptation in front of her, she
waited to see what he wanted her to do. She knew he liked being in charge,
controlling the sex and the woman.

    
“See how well we know each other, little
one?”

    
The approval in his voice and in his eyes
warmed her, making her smile. “This whole sex thing,” she said, waving her hand
between them, “is much easier with you in charge.”

    
“You don’t have to worry about anything,
what to do, whether you’re pleasing me or not. You just have to enjoy. Now,
I’ve waited an eternity to fuck your breasts and I don’t want to wait a second
longer. Press them together for me.”

    
Angie’s mouth watered to taste him as he
wrapped his hand around his cock as she pushed her breasts together, creating a
soft bed for him to snuggle into. She thought this time was for him, was going
to be all about his pleasure, but she was pleasantly surprised at the arousal
she felt when he pushed between her breasts, at the pleasure she felt from
feeling his pre-come dampening her skin, easing his way. When he ran his thumb
over his crest then smeared the dampness over her right nipple, she gasped at
the eroticism and the pleasure which was felt in the clenching of her empty
pussy.

    
“You like that?” Will asked even though he
knew the answer. Her nipple puckered instantly as he dampened it while
maintaining the slow thrusts between her breasts, the cleavage she was providing
perfect for fucking.

    
“Yes. I feel so sensitive, more than I
ever remember feeling.”

    
“You get off on being controlled,
dominated, which is just one more thing that makes you perfect for me.”

    
If Angie wasn’t so turned on, so excited
and anxious about experiencing everything he had to offer tonight, she’d be
worried about that statement, where they were going to be come morning, but for
tonight she wasn’t going to worry about tomorrow. Unable to resist the
temptation to taste him any longer, she leaned forward as he pushed upward and
licked his cock head, the taste of him coating her tongue.

    
“Shit, Angel, if you’re going to do that,
I’m not going to last.”

    
“Then don’t. I want to feel your come on
my breasts, Will. You’re not the only one who has fantasized about this.”

    
Hearing that she had been dreaming of this
also all these months spurred him on as did the soft feel of her tongue lapping
over his crest each time he thrust upward. The softness of her breasts
surrounding his dick as well as the sight of the moisture he had coated her
nipples with was proving just as pleasurable as he had imagined. As his balls
drew taut with his impending climax, he braced his left hand on the wall,
leaning over her, and grabbed the base of his cock with his right. With a tight
hold he jackhammered between those mounds, moving too fast for her to do more
than reach out with her tongue for a quick lick. The sight of her kneeling
before him, trying so hard to heighten his pleasure was the final catalyst and
he spewed his seed as scorching hot pleasure seared him. Pulling out of the
cocoon she made of her breasts, he ejaculated over them, marking her as he
squeezed every drop from his straining dick.

    
Angie looked down at the white streaks
dripping down her chest, the sight making her pussy weep, making her hands
seemingly lift of their own accord to rub the evidence of his pleasure into her
skin. She couldn’t prevent a moan of pleasure from escaping as she softly
rubbed his come into her skin, concentrating on her nipples as he watched her
with heated eyes while he ran his palm over his semi-erect penis and now soft
balls.

    
“Will?” Looking up at him, she didn’t know
how to ask for what she wanted and relied on him to give her what she needed.

 
   
Will
reached down and helped her to her feet. “As much as I love having you kneel
before me and looking up at me with those pleading expressive eyes, I missed
dinner and I need to eat before we continue.” With a hand on her butt, he
pushed her towards the bathroom. “I’ll order room service while you wash up,
but don’t wash my seed off you, Angel. I like seeing your pretty skin streaked
with my come. Do you have a preference on what I order?”

    
“No, you know what I like.”

    
Angie contemplated how true those words
were as she padded into the plush bathroom. Heated floors warmed her bare feet
as she thought about how well they did know each other and how she would have
missed out on tonight, been stuck entertaining and fending off Mr. Desoto for
hours, if Will hadn’t surprised her by showing up. She had spent the past few
months fending off his demands that they meet, that they give a relationship a
try, sure that it would end in additional heartache for her. She still didn’t
know what could come of tonight, how they could manage any kind of relationship
while living in separate states or how long she could hold a man like Will’s
attention, and as attracted as she was to Will, she didn’t know if she had it
in her to trust another man to support her with her quest for a child or with
her heart.

    
She had to admit that Will had laid to
rest her fears of disappointing him with her looks or her body. He hadn’t
looked at her all evening with anything but pleasure and lust, had seemed to
enjoy her body, and her, and made her feel special and sexy in a way no one
ever had before. For that alone she would be grateful for his timely
intervention tonight and for ignoring her reluctance for them to get together.

    
The sound of the suite’s door opening and
voices coming from the other room heralded the arrival of food. Even though
there had been a small buffet table of finger foods downstairs, Angie had been
too nervous and irritated to eat. Having skipped dinner herself, she was
famished and quickly turned and grabbed a washcloth to clean with. The sight of
her come streaked breasts was exciting and she wasted no more time freshening
up. A pair of robes with the hotel’s insignia stitched on the front pockets
hung from the back of the door. Relaxed, but not completely comfortable
parading around naked, she slipped the shorter one on and eagerly went to see
what else Will had in store for tonight.

    
Will had ushered the room service delivery
boy out, shut the door and stripped off his briefs just as Angel emerged from
the bathroom. The blush that matched the red of her hair and crept up her neck
and face delighted him, the robe that covered her from neck to floor amused him
and recalling what was hidden beneath that robe excited him. Smiling, he padded
over to her and reached for the tie at her waist.
 
“This will not do.” Slipping the robe off her
shoulders, he let it fall to the floor as he simply looked her over with a
slow, deliberate perusal before using one finger and tracing over the freckles
on her shoulders then moving lower to glide over the visible traces of his
climax.
 
“Damn, but that’s sexy.”

     
Just that fast, Angie’s embarrassment was
replaced with pleasure. She had no idea how he could defuse her insecurities so
easily, but she wasn’t going to waste time tonight trying to figure it out. “I
thought you were hungry?”

    
“Oh, I am.
 
I’m just trying to figure out which hunger is going to be appeased
first.”

    
Seeing him standing there unabashedly nude
when she came out of the bathroom renewed Angie’s lust so fast it made her head
spin, unfortunately her stomach took that moment to make its wishes known,
causing her to blush all over again.

    
Chuckling, Will took her hand and led her
to the small table in front of the windows that was set for two. “I guess that
answers that.”

     
“Will,” Angie stopped, glancing from him
to the large windows that took up almost one whole wall and whose drapes were
pulled back to reveal a star studded inky sky. “People can see.”

     
“Not unless they have binoculars. We’re
on the twentieth floor, sweetie. Besides,” he added as he drew her forward and
held a chair out for her, “admit it, the idea that you might be seen in all
your gorgeous, naked glory excites you.”

    
“You’re right. Someone would probably need
binoculars to see anything this far up,” she said as she sat down.

     
“Mmm, not ready to admit yet that having
an audience turns you on, are you?”

    
“This looks good,” she replied, pleased
but not surprised that he had ordered her a grilled chicken Caesar salad,
admitting only to herself that having an audience did indeed excite her. It was
one of those topics they had discussed in detail over the phone that she had
fantasized about, but the reality of it was a lot more difficult to agree to in
person.

    
Will let her evasiveness slide as his own
hunger made itself known. Digging into his steak, he thought how right it felt
sitting here naked with her, trying to tamp down how much he wanted her. He
hadn’t even been inside that sweet pussy yet, but that didn’t seem to matter to
his body or his heart. He knew the odds of a relationship starting the way
theirs did working out once the couple met were rare, but rarely did people who
met online or conversed long distance wait as long as they did to meet and
rarely did they get as intimate as he and Angel did during their first
correspondence. Allowing her to go home alone tomorrow and shore up her
defenses wasn’t going to happen if he could help it.

    
“Come back to the island with me,” he said
abruptly, hoping she didn’t notice the desperate note behind the rough demand.

     
“What? Will, I can’t…I,” Angie stopped,
trying to think why she couldn’t spend a few days with him. For months he had
tantalized her with descriptions of his island, his friends and their
activities. Many nights she had hung up from spending hours talking with him
only to fall asleep and dream of all the promises and pleasures he had
described to her. But, as always, with the cold light of morning came reality
and with reality came the memory of her loss followed by Gary’s betrayal, the
two things she wasn’t willing to risk again.

    
“What?” Will asked. “You still have two
months left before school starts again and I know the kids you’re tutoring
won’t mind taking a week off. What’s to keep you from flying back with me
tomorrow? Just for a week,” he added, thinking she might be more amendable to
the idea if there was a short time limit attached to the offer.

    
“Let me think about it, okay?” Angie tried
to concentrate on eating, but sitting here naked, her body aching to experience
the full possession of his, her pussy weeping at the thought of being filled,
stretched, by his cock while her mind fought with the images of the two of them
together for a week indulging in all the things she had never dreamed she’d be
able to, it was difficult not to jump at the chance he was offering.

    
Will let it go and changed the subject.
They spoke of their work and he loved the way her face lit up when she talked
about the five year olds she taught, making them both laugh when she relayed
some of their antics and more memorable quotes. Her love of children was
obvious, her determined struggle to settle her husband’s debts to obtain her
goal of adoption admirable and she had a face and body he’d never tire of
waking up to. He wanted her and he wasn’t above using her desire to experience
more of his brand of sex to persuade her to give them a chance.

    
“Finished?” he asked as she pushed her
plate aside.

    
“Yes, it was wonderful. Thank you.”

    
Rising, he came around the table, his cock
hard, giving away his intentions. Taking her hand, he said, “Thank me by
placing your palms against the window.” Facing her towards the windows, he took
her hands and placed them against the cool panes.

    
“Will, are you sure no one can see?” she
asked. Looking down, she could barely see the cars below, so she knew that if
anyone was looking up at them it was doubtful they could see much, if anything.