We'd been on location for two weeks and had only shared the occasional glance here and there. From the first night, he'd invaded my dreams like a thundering storm cloud touching me in ways I'd never experienced before. I'd wake up every morning aching for the released he taunted me with from my mind. In reality, we'd hardly said more than a few words to each other.
One night after more than a few drinks, I was ready to spend another night alone, wishing he could read my mind and want me as much as I wanted him.
I said my goodbyes to everyone except him. To him, I simply waved. He waved back with an inebriated smile and winked. My underwear instantly wet from such a small gesture.
I was only a few feet out the door when I felt someone behind me.
"The night's still young, why you turning in so early?"
I didn't turn around. I didn't need to. His voice was easily recognizable.
"I thought it'd be safer to leave rather than do something I might regret."
He moved next to me as we made our way from the bar to the hotel.
"Might regret? What could you do tonight that you might possibly regret?"
I smiled. I couldn't look at him, but I knew he was smiling too.
We walked the rest of the way with the palpable tension surrounding us. He was smooth, opening the door for me, placing a soft hand on the small of my back. I wondered briefly if he could feel what I felt.
It wouldn't take long to find out.
We entered the elevator, standing across from one another. The smirk on his face made me wonder if he'd been looking for an opportunity to get me alone, as if he knew what my dreams had consisted of.
He moved as the elevator doors closed. His strong hands wrapped around my waist pulling me into his hard, marble frame. I took in a sharp breath nearly buckling at the knees. He knew what I wanted, and from the way he grabbed me, he was going to give it to me.
We got to my floor where he followed me to my room. Luckily, everyone else was still out drinking.
As soon as my door closed, he pounced. His kisses skilled, and turned the simmering heat inside of me into a raging fire.
We tore at each other like teenagers getting one another naked as quickly as we could. His hands singed every spot he touched.
My pussy, already wet, only continued to drip as his fingers explored every part of me. His body was even better than what my mind could conjure up.
This man was molded from the finest onyx.
He lifted me off my feet and laid me out on the bed. Without hesitation, his lips found themselves on my knees, then my inner thigh, then to my core. His tongue reached out lapping up my juices. His teeth pinched and nipped at my throbbing clit. His lips sucked and kissed me. he varied his actions until he found my sweet spot where Id jerk every time his tongue went there. He continued until I came all over his face. Even afterwards, he continued to lick me.
Once satisfied, he pulled me on top of him in a reverse cowgirl position only to have me lean back onto his chest where he proceeded to fuck me from behind pinching my nipples and kissing my neck and shoulders.
I screamed out not bothering to cover my mouth even though the hotel walls were thin and the crew small. I didn't care.
I wanted him unfiltered.
Initially, I was pushing back on him, but he wanted more. With both hands, he grabbed my hips and held me still as he began to pound into me with all his might. I was helpless. A mixture of pain, excitement, and pleasure pooled into my center until I exploded all over his manhood.
Even so, he continued fucking me for several minutes until he found his own vocal release.
We'd end up going three more rounds before we gave up for the night, or what was left of it. Even though I was beyond delirious, my body still ached for more. After one night, I was hooked.
On his dark skin, his kind smile, and the mischief that laid behind his eyes. He'd imprinted on me.
I'd get this for three more weeks before we would part ways.
I wish I could say the end was as sweet as the beginning, but that'd be a lie.
Still, there are times, in the stillness of night. When I can remember how his touch felt, his whispers on my skin, that mischievous glint.
He's still there, imprinted on me, and may be for a long time.