My legs were crossed, pointing in his direction. His left hand rested on my thigh, his right hand lifted his glass of red wine to his lips. I watch his mouth hungrily as he drinks.
“Come up to my room.” It’s not a question. I feel his grip on me tighten slightly.
“I don’t know you,” I replied, more confidently than I felt.
“Not for long.” He rose, buttoning his jacket. He leaned in closer to me and I was lost in the subtle scent of sandalwood. “I’d like to get very acquainted with you, Mallorie,” he said softly into my ear.
I was spinning in a heavenly, intoxicating haze of red wine and sandalwood. Every inch of my skin was alive, my skin left glowing from his gaze. All of my blood seemed to be rushing to the center of my body.
Who was this man?
He offered his hand to me. “Trust me,” he winked.
How could I say no?
– – EARLIER THAT DAY – –
“You don’t have to commit to having his babies, Mallorie, I’m only asking you to have one drink with him.”
My best friend, Sage, was sitting across from me at our favorite post-yoga hangout, drinking an iced coffee and eating banana pancakes. The thought of having to go on a date that night gave me immediate anxiety.
“His name is Jack. He came into the store for a reading this week.” Sage continued.
“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” I half-joked. Sage works at a local metaphysical shop that offers walk in tarot card readings. Although Sage only worked the front store, she fancied herself enough of a psychic herself to have very strong opinions on my love life.
“I read your astrological chart this week and it predicts a very steamy few days ahead. This guy was very handsome and his sign is very compatible with yours. Why not give it a shot?” As eccentric as she was, Sage was compelling. She gave me a devilish grin. It was our little game, and Sage knew she had won by convincing me.
“Well, if it’s written in the stars, how can I say no?” I conceded, playfully.
I left brunch with Sage feeling hopeful. Even, dare I say, a little excited? I usually hate dating, especially first dates. I’m a fairly outgoing person, but something about the pressure of the first solo interaction between two people has always felt too intimidating for me. I usually end up saying something I wish I hadn’t and end the night overthinking every word, alone in my bed.
This time, I was feeling less dread and more excitement. I have to thank Sage, mostly, for this change of heart. She delivered a very moving sermon to me over her pancakes about divine femininity and the beauty we hold as women.
“Think about it, Mallorie.” She brandished her fork between bites. “Women are gorgeous and soft and sensual by design. We embody an energy of comfort and security wrapped in a beautiful, alluring package of curves and eyelashes. You can yield this power at any time. Your divine power is at your disposal, you merely have to tap into it.”
I had to remember to get her an extra birthday present this year. She was an excellent wing woman.
There was a small part of me that was already enthusiastic about the prospect of having a date before Sage sold me with cosmic alignment and the power of our inner Goddess. I didn’t want to admit it, but the fact of the matter is my body was desperately craving the touch of another human. There are only so many months a girl can go with her primary sexual partner requiring batteries to operate.
When I arrived at the hotel bar that night, I felt good. I spent the afternoon in a familiar ritual of getting myself ready, both mentally and physically. I chose a dress that perfectly hugged my curves in an effort to invoke my feminine energy, at Sage’s suggestion. I swished my hips as I walked through the restaurant to the bar.
Is he here yet? I glanced around. Sage gave me strict instruction to meet Jack promptly at 8 o’clock. I cursed myself for not looking longer at the photo she showed me of him earlier that morning. I’m pretty sure he’s blonde, I thought to myself as I took a seat on the high barstool.
I ordered a glass of pinot noir and sent a quick text to Sage telling her I had arrived.
Will Jack know who I am?
The bartender sat my glass on a napkin in front of me with a smile. My anxiety started to creep in. What if Jack never comes and I embarrass myself in front of this bartender?
I took a deep breath and a large gulp of wine to calm my nerves.
No, Mallorie, you’re a Goddess, remember? I told myself and sat up a little straighter. You’re a catch and if someone is missing out, it’s their loss, not yours.
I raised my glass in a cheers to myself. Maybe Sage was getting somewhere with this divine feminity thing.
I tapped my phone and the screen illuminated. 8:13. Jack was definitely late.
I heard a throat clear behind me. “Drinking alone?”
My heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t help but smile as I turned to look at my date.
My relief turned to confusion as I looked at the mystery voice. This couldn’t have been my date at all. He was impossibly tall and had thick, dark hair with a perfectly trimmed beard. He was wearing a blue suit, obviously tailored to fit his strong, sturdy frame. He smiled at me, amused at my reaction. My stomach did a somersault.
“Not who you were expecting?” He asked. I detected a slight accent. Is he British?
I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. “Not at all, actually,” I replied, truthfully.
He pulled out the barstool next to me and began to sit down.
“I am waiting for someone, though…” I hinted, looking pointedly at the seat he was brazenly stealing.
“Oh, I think the exact person you’ve been waiting for has just arrived,” he winked at me. I clenched my thighs together in response. Smooth.
He motioned to gain the bartender’s attention. “By the look of your nearly empty glass, you’ve been waiting for someone and they have yet to arrive. Am I right, Miss…?”
“Mallorie,” I responded.
“Could we get a bottle of whatever my gorgeous new friend Mallorie is drinking, please?” The mystery man directed the bartender. He turned his body so that he was sitting sideways on the stool, facing me. “I bet he was supposed to be here at eight, wasn’t he?”
I sighed. Am I this easy to read? I dipped my gaze from his, feeling a touch of shame.
Suddenly, I felt his fingers lifting my chin. My breath caught in my chest and I looked deep into his light brown eyes.
“Whoever this man is, he surely doesn’t deserve you, Mallorie.” He said softly. The entire world around us melted away and I was forever lost in his spell.
An eternity passed in an instant before my fever dream was broken by the sound of my glass getting refilled and he broke the connection of our touch from my face.
I asked the only question running through my mind. “Who are you?”
His hand that had just been so close to my mouth was now reaching for his glass. I was irrationally jealous. He flashed his perfect teeth in an easy smile. “My name is Harry.” He raised his glass to mine. “Cheers to you, Mallorie,” he said.
I clinked his glass on auto pilot, amazed at this man’s sheer charisma. Harry’s charisma. I took a sip of wine, trying to regain any semblance of composure I could. My fairy Godmother, Sage, popped into my head at just the right moment. Remember your power, she reminded me.
I leaned forward in Harry’s direction, purposely angling my suddenly swollen chest towards him. “Well, we know why I am sitting alone in this bar tonight, but what brings you here, Harry?” I said.
“Fair enough,” he replied with another quick flash of teeth. “I am currently a guest at this very hotel, as it turns out.”
I let out a small giggle. I got the feeling that he wanted to play a game with me. A subtle lob of flirty banter that he wanted me to catch and toss back in a sensual rhythm. “Yes, that might explain why you are at this hotel, but what about this bar?” I said, seductively pointing down at the spot between us. “Alone,” I continued, specifically.
“Ah, well that’s easy. I was called to you, Mallorie.” He met my gaze with intensity.
“What do you mean?” I pressed.
“I mean that I was quite literally so drawn to your captivating energy that I was forced to follow you.” He paused to take another slow drink, his eyes still on mine. “You see, I was simply returning to my room after a very long, grueling day of work when I saw you walking ahead of me in the lobby. You were radiant, Mallorie. Breathtaking, really.”
I was frozen at his words, desperate to believe them. Is he really saying this to me?
“I watched you walk into the bar while I was waiting for the elevator. I watched the way your lips moved when you spoke to the hostess. I watched the way your hips swayed as you followed her to the bar. And then, I watched you disappear into the night.” He waved his hand, illustrating his idea of me floating away in the moonlight.
“I continued up to my room and I couldn’t stop thinking about you. You drove me mad, Mallorie.” He was inching closer to me with every word. Can he tell I’m breathless?
He was so close that I was wrapped in the heat that was radiating from his body.
“So, I followed you. Into this bar. Directly to this seat that I’m sitting in right now.”
Our knees were touching. Kiss me, please, I silently begged. As if he heard me, he smiled and pulled back, teasing me. I sank in defeat.
“To answer your original question,” he said, playfully, “I am in this bar simply because it was meant to be. We were written in the stars.” He winked behind his glass.
I couldn’t help but let out a laugh. Sage is for sure getting the best Christmas presents this year.
“Come up to my room.” It’s not a question. I feel his grip on me tighten slightly.
“I don’t know you,” I replied, more confidently than I felt.
“Not for long.” He rose, buttoning his jacket. He leaned in closer to me and I was lost in the subtle scent of sandalwood. “I’d like to get very acquainted with you, Mallorie,” he said softly into my ear.
I was spinning in a heavenly, intoxicating haze of red wine and sandalwood. Every inch of my skin was alive, my skin left glowing from his gaze. All of my blood seemed to be rushing to the center of my body.
Who was this man?
He offered his hand to me. “Trust me,” he winked.
How could I say no?
“Okay,” I said as I took his hand.
– – –
He swiftly led me through the bar and lobby to the elevator doors. I had to quicken my pace to keep up with his long strides. Am I really doing this?
He pressed the call button and turned to me, still gripping my hand with his.
I stared up at him, my lips parted in desire. He bent down to meet my ear with his mouth. “You’re a goddess, Mallorie.” The breath of his whisper on my neck sent shivers down my spine.
Ding! The elevator doors slid open and Harry’s hand dipped dangerously low on my back. “After you, gorgeous.”
This is your last chance to leave.
I looked straight ahead and caught a glimpse of myself in the elevator mirror. My cheeks and my chest were flushed with anticipation. On my side, a delicious man, designed just for me with stardust and mystery, was staring at my body, hungry with lust. I felt a spasm in between my legs, greedy for more.
I led Harry into the elevator.
He pressed the button for the eleventh floor with a long, well manicured finger. Even his hands are sexy.
He turned to face me while reaching into his jacket pocket for his room key. His eyes landed on my mouth and I slowly bit my lower lip in response. A small growl escaped from his lips. He liked that, I catalogue.
He took a step towards me, eliminating any space between us, taking my hand in his, suddenly. He guided my hand to the front of his pants. I gasped in appreciation of how impressively hard he already was. “Can you feel how hard you get me, Mallorie?” He pressed my hand harder and I curled my fingers around his hardness.
“Mhmmm,” I moaned in response. His hands moved to either side of my face.
“Give me that mouth,” he commanded as his lips met mine, hungrily. I surrendered to his kiss, opening my mouth to let his tongue explore mine. A slow burn was building deep inside of me, his touch was setting my body on fire. He tangled his fingers in my hair.
The elevator doors dinged open once more, breaking our kiss, leaving me breathless Harry rubbed his thumb against my bottom lip. “Bite that lip again and see what happens,” he said.
I floated on a cloud as he led me to his suite and swiped his key card, opening the door for me.
I had barely registered how immaculate and impressive his suite was before his hands were gripping my hips from behind me. I felt the goosebumps rise on my arms. Agonizingly slow, Harry brushed all of my hair to one shoulder and lowered his mouth to my neck. I felt his hot breath and the sharpness of the quick nip of his teeth. My chest rose in pleasure.
“I promised that I would like to get to know you more, Mallorie,” he said softly in my ear, sliding his hands down my waist. I shuddered at his touch and his grip tightened. “I intend to take my time tonight in doing so. Does that sound alright?”
I moaned in approval.
“Good,” he said softly and bit my ear, making me squirm even more. “Let’s start by taking off this dress, shall we?”
His hands danced on my skin, leaving a glowing path of electricity leading to the zipper of my dress. He unzipped it with ease and let it slink to the floor in a puddle of satiny smooth fabric, unveiling the present I had wrapped myself in earlier that evening for a different suitor.
Standing exposed in my favorite devilishly red lingerie set, I felt a wave of confidence and I turned to face Harry. He looked starved with need. My pulse quickened.
I put my hand on his chest and pushed him backwards towards the armchair. “In the spirit of getting to know one another,” I said, reaching for his belt. “I’d like to show you one of my many talents. I smiled at him as I undid the buckle and moved to the zipper of his pants. There was fire dancing in his eyes that encouraged me to keep going.
I slid his pants and his boxers to the ground, lowering myself onto my knees, taking the time to admire his handsome manhood. “Sit down,” I instructed.
“Mmm, yes ma’am” he murmured, watching me. I placed my hands gently on his knees and teased my fingertips along the inside of his thighs. His eyes were glued to my fingertips, his mouth open and panting. I lightly ran one finger up his shaft. A bead of precum escaped from the tip.
I lowered my mouth to the head of his cock and outstretched my tongue to lick the bead of precum. I heard Harry gasp and felt him shiver. He gripped the arms of the chair tightly. “Yes, baby, put me in your mouth,” he said through gritted teeth.
I was happy to follow his instruction and wrapped my lips around his head, sucking gently. Harry threw his head back with a growl. I moaned in appreciation, the vibrations coaxing him further down my throat. I gripped the base of him and my lips slid to his head and back down again, devouring him.
“Yes, baby girl,” Harry encouraged. “Take all of me.”
I felt his hands move to the back of my head. I let him take control of the rhythm and opened my throat. His groans of pleasure filled the room. My body was buzzing, my inner walls spasming with need, soaking my thong.
I held him deep in my throat for a second and released, taking a deep breath. Harry seized the moment immediately and rose, lifting me up from my knees and into his arms. I wrapped my legs around him and gripped his neck. He kissed me greedily, his palms on my ass. He started walking and I slipped my tongue into his mouth, allowing him to taste himself.
We reached the bed and he lowered me onto my back, standing up to finally unbutton and remove his shirt. His skin underneath was tan and muscular. I wanted my mouth on every inch of him.
“Take off your bra for me, Mallorie.” He stroked himself, slowly, not taking his eyes off of mine.
I raised and traced my fingertips along the top of the lace cup of my bra before unclamping the back and letting the straps fall from my shoulders. I let the bra fall to the floor beside the bed.
Harry moved towards me. “Good girl,” he said and ran his thumb over my hard nipple. I felt my center throb in response.
He grabbed my waist suddenly and tossed me with strength and ease higher in the bed. He crawled on top of me, kissing his way from my stomach to my mouth. His hand found my throat and he pressed gently. I gasped for breath and he kissed me deeper.
“I’m going to taste you now,” he growled softly into my ear.
He danced his tongue along my collarbone and reached for my thong. I lifted my hips, giving him permission to remove them completely. He tossed them aside.
“Spread your legs for me,” Harry commanded.
I lifted my foot and adjusted my legs so that Harry sat between my thighs. He let out a groan. “You look beautiful, naked in my bed,” he purred, caressing the inside of my leg. He pressed his mouth to my thigh and teased his way to my center, his beard tickling and teasing me. I was burning for him, every touch bringing me closer and closer to the sun.
I felt the heat of his breath on my clit and I gasped as he took me in his mouth. My eyes rolled back in ecstasy. He swirled his tongue around me and then down, slowly tracing my folds. My breath quickened.
“You taste delicious, Mallorie,” he sighed into me. I let out a whimper.
He began swirling his tongue again and I felt his fingertip tease my entrance. I buckled my hips uncontrollably, desperately wanting him to fill me. I felt Harry smile and let out a small laugh, “Greedy, naughty girl,” he murmured before dipping his tongue deeper and removing his hand.
I cried out in frustration. I was a soaking puddle of desire and needed him to give me my release.
He rose, staring at me, panting and ravenous. He reached for his thick length and stroked himself. “Do you want me to fill you, Mallorie?”
I stared at his cock, mesmerized. So bad.
“Look at me, baby,” I met his fiery gaze. I spread my legs wider, wantonly.
“Tell me you want my cock inside you,” he said, sternly. “Say it, Mallorie.”
“I want you inside me, Harry. Please,” I begged.
His mouth crashed into mine and I tasted my desire on his tongue.
I felt him reach lower and moaned when the tip of him slid along my wetness. “Harry, please,” I whined.
“I love hearing you beg for my cock,” he growled over me and positioned himself lower.
He sank into me and I clenched around him. He paused, allowing me to open up for his thickness. He pumped again, sinking deeper. My walls throbbed around him.
“Your pussy is heaven,” he exhaled.
He rocked his hips against mine, my legs wrapped around his body, pulling him closer.
My breath became ragged as his pace quickened. Every cell in my body was aflame, his match lighting the wildfire that was spreading deep within me.
“Come for me, Mallorie.”
It was exactly what I needed. I was swallowed in his euphoria, losing myself to pleasure. I cried out as I felt my orgasm pulse and contract around him. I surrendered to him completely.
Harry shuddered and thrust deep into me, holding himself there. He bit my shoulder and I felt his length throbbing. “Fuck, Mallorie,” he growled as he exploded, my legs holding him in place.
I was floating, sated and blissful with his weight on top of me. Breathless, we held each other as we came down from our high.
He propped himself up to look at me, finally. I smiled at him in shared gratitude. No one had ever make me come that hard in my entire life.
“You’re incredible,” he said to me, earnestly, resting his cheek on my chest, comfortably.
“Nice to meet you too,” I giggled.
– – –
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