I didn't want to admit that I had thought about him, too, but had been too proud to reach out. We were both silent for a few moments, each of us lost in our own memories. Suddenly he took my hand in his and brought it to his lips. Even though it was freezing outside on teh balcony, I felt myself warm up, my pulse quicken. He kissed me on the lips. His lips were full and soft like I remembered. i opened my mouth just enough for him to slip his tongue inside. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, leaning into his body. His hands caresses my bare back.
"What are we doing?" I asked as I pulled away from him.
"You've always asked too many questions," he said as he smiled and pulled me back into his arms, then began to nuzzle my neck just below my ear. Damn, he knows that's my spot. He moved up to my cheek and then back to my lips before I could protest. My mouth seemed to have a mind of its own as I inhaled his intoxicating scent. Maybe Terrence and Viv were right: this should be my night to get some. i nipped at his lips. What's wrong with having one last night together?
"Feels like you're trying to start something out here," he said, his tone suddenly husky. just the sound of his voice made me wet. It's been a long time since I'd felt this excited. I tried to run down a mental list of the pros and cons of starting something with Nicholas tonight. But as his hands moved around my back to reach inside the thin strips of slik covering my breasts, my mind was made up.
"Want to go upstairs?" I asked, smiling at him darling.
Nicholas pulled my hips into his and let me feel how much he wanted to. I'd forgotten how blessed he was and couldn't wait to het reacquainted. He turned to open the door to the balcony. By the sound of the horns, the band was in the middle of an R&B flashback with a fucnky rendition of "Flashlight." We escaped upstairs to my suite while all the guests dipped to the Electric Slide (the perfect song to distract attention from the fact that we'd disappeared. By the time we made it to my room the sexual tension crackling between us was almost visible. As Nicholas made his way over to me, I stood by the bed and poured some champagne into the glasses. I put on some ol' school R&B.
"Here;s to reunions," I said as I raised my glass and took a sip.
"To reunions," he said in agreement, and he also sipped. AS I tooko his glass from him, a bit of the golden liquid dribbled down his chin and dropped onto his chest.
"Hey, you got me wet," he said jokingly.
"Don't worry about it, I'll clean it up." I clasped the back of his head and brought it down close to my face and flicked my tongue along his lips. Teasing him, I nipped at his full bottom lip with my teeth, sucking gently before moving along his chin, down his neck, and into the sprinkle of dark hairs along the opening of his shirt. As i unbuttoned his shirt I planted wet kissed along each peek of naked flesh, then helped him slip out of his shirt. My tongue traced the muscles along his shoulders, sometimes softly, somtimes hungrily. Before he could reach for me I pushed him down on the bed and stood between his legs.
"Relax, baby, " Isaid looking at him and letting him know that I was in control tonight; he should just do as he was told.
I took a few sips of champagne before I started to undress myself. I unsnapped the clasp on my top and let the halter drop into a silky puddle at his feet. i turned arounf and worked my hips slowly to the Isley Brothers' beat, then let my pants drop to the floor. The moan that rose from the bed told me he appreicated the view, and the show. Turning around, I stood in front of him in my black La Perla thong and starppy Manolo Blahnik stilettos, and reached back to grab my champagne glass. The hungry look in his eyes told me my Pilates classes had been well worth the money, and the effort. I climbed onto the bed and straddled him. WIth a sly smile on my face, I took one more swallow before I tilted the glass and poured some champagne onto his chest.
"You going to clean that up, too?"
"But of course," I said mischievously, then leaned down and began to lick the top of his chest and work around to his nipples. I remembered that they had always been senitive, so I bit at them softly, pinched and pulled. Nicholas groaned and tried to grab at my hips. I playfully moved out of reach, sliding down his body, dragging my hard, standing-at-attention nipples along the way. They tingled at the warm sensation of his body and the cool liquid of the chanpagne. Using my tongue I followed the delicious rivulets. When the trail ended at his pants, I looked up at him and watched him stare at me as I unbuckled his belt and slowly pulled down his zipper. I told him to stand up and take off his pants. Then I pushed him back down on the bed, turned around, adn sat on his lap; he felt more than ready. Clasping his hands, I brought them up around my body and sucked gently on two of his fingers, and then used them to trace my nipple. As he tried to squeeze my breast with one hand I pushed it down on my thigh. Then I took his other hand ans sucked sensuoysly on one finger to give him a preview of what was to come. I could feel his heart beating against my back and I arched and let him caress my breast as I rubbed my bottom slowly back and forth against his hardness. My head rolled back and I moaned. I was trying to maintain control of my seduction, but then the hand that had been resting on my thigh slid down between my thighs.
"Open your legs," he whipsered in my ear as he kissed my neck and pinched at my nipple with the other hand. I tried to resist him, to keep my legs closed, but the tables were turning on me. "Open your legs, Ebonée." I arched my back and slowly apread my legs. He laughed softly and slid his fingers down into the velvety wetness and began to stroke me.
"Mmm...nice," he said in my ear as I rubbed harder back into his lap and then pushed against his large fingers. I wanted to feel him inside me, but he knew that I wanted and began to tease me. Two fingers danced around the edges of my lips, slipping in, slipping out, in, out.
"Oh God. NIcholas...Nicholas." Suddenly he grabbed my arms adn pulled my up on top of hima dn kissed me hard. Our tongues flickered around each other as he rolled over on top pf me. He sucked har onmy neck and massaged my breasts, softly pinched my nipples. He moved hungrily back and forth between the two mounds as if he couldn't decide which one he wanted. I arched my back to give him better access and wrapped my legs tightly around his. I was lost, and loved every minute of it.
When he gently pushed my legs apart, pushed aside the then strip of lace with his tongue and then buried his face between my legs, I inhaled sharply. I couldn't even think, it felt so good. His tongue played with me, sucking and gently citing. I closed my eyes and threw my arms over my head saying his name over and over. And then when I thought I was going to explode, he thrust into me. Always smooth- I hadn;t even noticed that he'd already put on a condom.
I put my arms around him adn pushed him over, straddling him again. I put him inside of me, sliding up and down faster and faster, clasped my thighs tightly, and massaged my breasts. I rocked back and forth, up and down. I took him deep inside of me, rolling my hips, squeezing and releasing him until I felt the beginning waves of my orgasm.
"Oh, I'm about to come," I moaned deeply as I slid up almost to his tip and then came down. I felt my body convulse. He arched his back up off of the bed, grabbed the back of my head and pulled my hair as his body contracted with mine.
We both collapdes against each other in a tangle of sweatly limbs. I rested my head on his chest and fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.....................................
OH MY GOD, what was I thinking? I was supposed to be putting it on him last night, so how did I end up getting turned out? Drinking and sex do not mix. Especailly with eh college ex you never quite resolved things with. Suddenly the bathroom opens. Steam fills the doorway. I see Nicholas slathering shaving cream on his face. Droplets of water from the shower cling to his broad chest, and crisp white monogrammed hotel towel hangs loosely around his hips. Good God, I could eat him alive.
