Sinful desires{steamiest short stories}

Besides, would it be so bad if he were actually attracted to me?

“Well ok, but I don’t have a car, so you driving?”

I can see his face light up from my response, and he replies, “Unfortunately mine’s in the shop at the moment, but I’ll be happy to get us a cab. I don’t live too far away”

The cabbie must have had a slow night too, as she gabs on endlessly all the way to Alex’s apartment. The grating cackle of her voice is annoying to the nth degree, and I’m quite positive someone had her in mind when they coined the phrase ‘motor-mouth’. I’m so thankful that Alex does indeed live quite close.

We’re greeted at the opened apartment door by the most adorable little kitten I’d seen in ages, and crying loudly for attention. Alex scoops her into his arms and introduces her to me as Liberty. I tease a finger at the little ball of orange fluff, and I’m rewarded with a small paw batting eagerly at the movement.

Alex continues to hold the kitten as he invites me to enter the kitchen. We talk about nothing in particular as he prepares a small dish of food for the kitten.

I like him even more, having a genuine soft spot for people who display such affection toward animals. I can’t help but think about him pampering my pussy. Would he? What made me think that?

With the kitten digging into its supper, Alex invites me to sit in the living room, as he gets us some wine.

I wander into the large room, noting the extremely spartan furnishings.

There’s a large stereo set on a black stand near the middle of the far wall. I’m amazed at not seeing a television set. A very small white futon sits opposite. Beside the stereo is a small table, and it’s littered with a jumble of pictures, most of which I assume are Alex’s family. As I look over the pictures I see Alex standing beside two people who are surely his parents, and a beautiful young woman.

I look closer and see the resemblance of the delicate facial features of all of them. He has a sister, and a gorgeous one indeed.

His mother has the same graceful beauty as her daughter, and I can see many of her fine features in Alex. She’s very beautiful. His father is handsome enough, but he has a decidedly cold and stern look about him.

Perhaps he’s just not the photogenic type.

There’s but one small print on the wall, and other than that, the living room is empty. I’m scanning the large selection of CD’s on a little rack beside the stereo, and it’s an impressive collection that encompasses a wide variety of music. I note some titles, and nod in appreciation of his good taste. No rap crap here.NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

“Excuse the furnishings, but I just haven’t had time to do any shopping for more furniture”.

“Hey, it’s comfortable enough,” and I accepted the offered glass of wine, a very nice zinfandel.

I note he’s lost the jacket and tie, and I see a few stray hairs poking from the opened collar. I like the relaxed look of him.

“You feel like listening to some music?” he asks.

“Sure, just put on whatever you like”

I watch as his fingers run along the rows of CD’s, and such elegant long fingers they are. I also steal a brief glance at his ass, pressing tight to his trousers. A twinge of desire stirs in my crotch, and I feel a warming flush as I think of my hands brushing those cheeks.

I move and sit on the floor in front of the futon, noting that it’s really too small to seat two very comfortably, unless of course you were planning to get very close to each other. Could that be what he’s been planning all along? Is it ok if I hope?

The beautiful strains of a favorite album of mine begin. I’m a little surprised, but pleased at his choice of music. Enya always has a tendency to stir my soul as well as my hormones. I suddenly feel very amorous. Perhaps it’s just the wine.

“I’m a little surprised at your choice of music,” I say as he sits down on the floor at the opposite end of the futon, and turns toward me. I notice his eyes steal a look downward.

He’s noticed my stiffening nipples.

“I can put on something else if you like,” He quickly replies, starting to rise. “Oh no… this is perfect,” I quickly reply, “In fact it’s a favorite of mine” “Mine too,” he replies.

We start talking softly, neither wanting to distract the other from the music. He’s actually leaning closer, so I do too. Our hands so close together, and another little ripple of desire washes over me as his fingertips touch mine.

“Do you dance Alex?”

“Not very well, at least that’s what everyone says,” he replies, sounding a little dejected.

“Well this music is about as good as it gets for a slow dance. Would you dance with me?” I ask, adding, “I just love slow dancing”

“Sure, maybe you can give me a little lesson” he grins, “You’re a great teacher”

I’m thinking of other lessons I’d love to teach him, and I set my wine down and rise, reaching for his hand. Would he like that?

We’re dancing close, and I pull tight to him, resting my head at his shoulder. It feels so good to be held in his arms. I delight in the scent of his cologne, an unfamiliar blend but deliciously sensuous and masculine. I hope he likes my Aspen.

Somewhere during the song ‘fallen embers’, he pulls away slightly from our clutch, and he kisses me. His kiss is soft, tender and endearing. Perfect. I’m a little surprised at his sudden baldness, but not displeased. I hold tighter to him as his lips part slightly, inviting.

In a second our tongues touch, explore, and desire courses through my every vein.

I feel his hand drift lower, slowly, a warm electrifying caress to my ass. I press tight to him, and I feel the growing hardness of his own arousal press to me. I’m seething with want as we kiss with urgent ardor, open mouthed and intensely intimate.

All reservations about what I’d do in this situation vanish. My passion surges as we spin slowly, hugging, his hands freely roam my ass. As his fingers bunch my skirt, I moisten at the touch of his hands against my panties. I feel the gusset clinging to my dampening pussy. Please don’t stop.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers as his hand rises to brush my cheek. His other is still spanning my ass, “so beautiful”.

I’m weak in the knees with desire, and a burning surge of wanton need rushes through me as his lips brush mine in the most sensuous kiss.

“Stay with me tonight Rita,” he whispers, “please stay”

“I’m not going anywhere,” I croon into his ear, my hands buried in the mop of curly hair. We kiss deeply. Has he become the seducer? Was he always?

He silently guides me, twirling us slowly with the music, kissing and urging as we move toward the bedroom. I don’t resist in the least. I want this as much as he does, possibly more.

I’m wobbly as his hand slips beneath the band of my panties and traces down the crack of my ass.

We move into the bedroom, no lights, just the lights from the hallway casting a soft glow about the room. He continues the kisses as his fingers touch the buttons of my blouse, slowly opening the front. My hands tremble as I touch his chest, seeking the row of fasteners on his shirt. I’m panting as I feel the cloth parting, and the hair of his chest touches my fingers.

My fingers slowly circle his nipples as his shirt parts.

I momentarily drop my arms, allowing my blouse to glide down my body and crumple on the floor. My hands winnow through the profusion of curls on his chest and torso.

I peel away his shirt. His kisses increase in urgency as I reach his belt, yanking firmly. His hands are slipping my skirt over my hips, pulling my panties along with it. I wiggle to speed his efforts, and I feel the cool air on my bare ass.

My fingers plunge into the opened front of his trousers, and I feel his cock straining against the briefs. I cup the hardness momentarily, kissing him deeply as I jerk the trousers and jockeys.

I grip his beautiful, rock hard cock firmly as his legs thrash to remove the fallen clothing. My hand slowly slides toward the raging flare of his knob. My fingertips hold the swollen crown. His endowment is perfect.