9 comments/ 22774 views/ 13 favorites Smiles to Steamy By: MissClassy I saw him at the ball for the army folks where I came with my younger sister, whose boyfriend (who was part of the army) had invited her to the overnight ball but mom would not send her alone. So here I was, sitting alone at the bar, sipping my wine, lost in my thoughts far away while couples, including my sister and her boyfriend, waltzed around in front of me. I hardly cared, as I liked to be alone most of the time, revelling in the mazes of my mind while everything else in front of me would just be a hazy world. But that's when I noticed him, among the non-couple group of older officers, at the back, relaxing with scotch in one hand and a cigar in the other. While his peers were enjoying laughing at what seemed liked bawdy jokes, he was just occasionally smiling. His smile was what caught my eye. A charming lop-sided smile with the powerful gaze under the brim of his hat, I immediately came out of my reverie as my interest was piqued. I saw him smile widely at what his friends were saying. If his one smile was enough to pull me back to this world, imagine what happened when I saw him smile more! It seemed now, like the rest of the world was blurred and only he was visible. Oh that smile! He seemed like a man in his forties, but when he smiled, his dark eyes crinkled handsomely and took ten years off his age. I just sat there, drinking in on the handsomeness of the older man in my gaze, my wine precariously held by the tips of my fingers, so intently was I fixated on him. Needless to say, he noticed me looking at him, and gave me a small curious smile. I felt butterflies in my stomach, blushed deep red, and looked away, sipping my wine, trying not to look for him from underneath my lashes. I just sat there, berating myself for being stupid and crushing on someone I just saw, as I never ogled at any guy like I did now, much less an older man. A couple of minutes passed while I sat there mentally hitting my head on the wall when suddenly, I felt a strong, calm presence behind me, that made me self-conscious, and I knew without looking, that it was him! I slowly spun on my barstool, lowering my drink, my tummy tightened in jitters, and faced him. What I saw, truly took my breath away. I held my breath and silently took in the sight of a tall well-built man, so well poised that control, strength and charm just radiated from him in waves. He had dark hair that had streaks of white, big rough hands and beautiful black eyes that were now crinkled in the smile I was so mesmerized by. Comparing him with Norse gods would put them to shame! I was caught in his gaze now and could not look away & like an idiot, I just sat and blushed. He seemed to be waiting for me to say something, and I wanted to say something too, something witty or charming to garner the interest of this seemingly mature older man, but my wits had abandoned me and my mind was filled only with admiration for this man. He finally took matters into his own hands and holding his drink and his cigar in one hand, held out the other. "Major General Archer Johnson" I was more than impressed now! That was a rank so high up and he looked too young to be a major general! I was so awed that I could not form a coherent sentence and just managed to mumble my name-Anna, as my fingers disappeared into his big rough hand in a strong warm handshake. I did not want to let go of his hand and could feel the tingling sensation spreading from my palms and making my entire body warm, while I was still blushing. He finally let go, all the while looking curiously at me, with a small little smile etched on his face, that made me difficult to clear my thoughts. All I could think was if only I could touch those lips and feel those lips and have his strong gaze on me all the time so that I could keep feeling this wonderful butterflies in my stomach. He sat on the barstool next to me and said, "So, Anna, why has your boyfriend left a pretty little thing like you at the bar instead of taking you to the dance floor?" It took me a second to take my eyes of his enticing mouth and clear my thoughts to answer him. "Oh, I just came to chaperone my sister there, she is still a little young." I said, pointing at Belle and her Boyfriend dancing. He looked over at them and said, "You are not too old yourself!" I flushed, embarrassed and felt sad, that he thought I was very young. And suddenly I realized, he was a man in his forties and here I was, crushing on him. How pathetic I would look to him. I was suddenly angry. I turned away towards the bar, not looking at him, and said defiantly, "I'm 23, for your kind attention." The anger disappointment must have been clear in my tone and he burst out laughing and said, "Oh, I Offended you there, dint I?" I couldn't help but look at him. His rumbling laugh was reminded me of a dark night and crushed pines, and my anger faded away. He looked breathtaking when he laughed. I said nothing, as I was in the danger of making myself look stupid and just smiled. He added, "But you look quite mature and intelligent. Your deep eyes give away a lot." The butterflies in my stomach just would not stop and I blushed again. Somewhere inside me, a silly part of me was dancing with joy, at the thought that this striking man thought I was mature and intelligent and that he talked about my eyes. I just kept quiet and looked down at my drinking, trying to come up with something impressive to say when I felt his hand lightly on mine. He was trying to look at my expression and as it was dark and I was quiet, he had assumed I was still angry and said in a puzzled voice, "Please don't take it so seriously, I thought women love to be told they look young!" I was feeling hot and cold all at once, loving the feel of his hand on mine, imagining what it would feel like if he were to just caress my arm and trace my back with his hand. I was suddenly aware of the dress I was wearing, a strapless dress that left my small shoulders and long legs bare. I realized he was still waiting for my answer and said, "No, I wasn't offended, just lost in thoughts." hoping he wouldn't hear the desire in my voice. But he seem to have noticed, because I saw a hint of a sly smile on his face but he chose to ignore it. It made sense. I must have looked foolish to him, a young girl crushing on a man old enough to be her father's friend. He smoked his cigar and sipped his drink while I just drank in his presence and tried to memorize every feature of him, the way he lounged, careless yet poised, the way he looked at me from underneath the brim of his hat, the way he held his drink so elegantly. While I was busy admiring his every contour, he looked at me quite a number of times, and finally he said, "It is a shame that you are not on the dance floor tonight, would you like me to ask you for a dance?" Oh! He was such a gentleman, and so sweet! I was thrilled! Here I was thinking how I could just be a little more closer to him, maybe by striking up a good conversation, and I was already given an opportunity to dance with him. I just sucked a deep breath and held for a second to calm myself and said, "Yes, I'd love that!" But for a fleeting moment that I held my breath, it seemed like he was tempted to forget his gentlemanly manner and looked at my breasts. Only then did I realize how my double D breasts in a low cut tight strapless dress must have looked. I felt wickedly good. It was satisfying to know he liked the way I looked. I stood up to go and he was still sitting on his low barstool and his head came in full view of my neck and below. I saw him look away at once and he immediately stood up and held out a hand for me. I took his hand we went onto the dance floor, while I enjoyed the feel of his hand, the warmth, every second on the way. Just then the song changed from jazz to Adele's 'Make you feel my Love'. I blushed deep red. I was embarrassed and excited at the same time. This was a song about feeling love and needed partners to be closer to dance to it. He stopped and he just waited for a moment before pulling me closer. I went willingly. I was totally drawn to him. I wanted to be closer, as close as I could, and before I could continue my train of thought, I felt his hand on my lower back, and it felt amazing and I was tingling all over. Why did this man make me feel like this? I never liked men or relationships much and though my exes and I had good long foreplay sessions, I never felt like having sex with any of them and we broke up. I just wanted my first time to be with someone who would make me swoon. And now, I was swooning alright. I was in the arms of this man, whose smile just swept me off my feet. At the back of my mind, I could see how ridiculous this was, I dint even know him, and he was so much older than me, but tonight, I just wanted the goody two shoes in me to shut up. I just focused on the wonderful feel of his arms, the warmth he exuded in the cold night, the way he looked at me, half wonder, half apprehension, and the way we seemed to fit into each other's arms so well, as we slowly swayed to the music. I was trying not to look at him, but couldn't help myself. I was looking at his beautiful short hair and wanted to run my hands through it. I noticed a scar, on his cheek, quite deep and I thought of the pain he might have been in when he got that and wanted to kiss it away, caress it. I looked at his lips and blushed deeply, imagining how it would feel to trace my tongue over his lips, how it would feel if his lips were to trace my back. I saw his mouth twitch in smile, as I blushed, and he cleared his throat and said, "Distracted, are we?" It was then that I looked into his eyes, and I could see it. The desire in his eyes coupled with his husky voice just made me shiver in excitement. I suddenly felt very aware of every inch of my body and desire pooling in my belly. I just smiled at him coyly and said, "Maybe a little." he laughed his deep throated laugh and I felt aroused by every rumble of it. As the music played, I became more and more aware of his closeness and my arousal accentuated. I was feeling heady and was being controlled by this desire to do something, to take this man closer and be engulfed by his presence. My usual logical-self seemed to have been successfully repressed and I basked in the glory of his presence, his touch, and these feelings. I looked into his eyes and saw that he was looking intently at me, with a very serious expression, as we slowly moved our bodies in a dance. I couldn't fathom what thoughts were broiling behind those enigmatic pools of his eyes. I couldn't breathe if I kept looking into his eyes, so I rested my forehead lightly on his chest and closed my eyes, breathing in his scent. I didn't even know what song was playing, I was just lost in his embrace for what seemed like eternity, but even that was painfully short when he suddenly pulled away and I could feel him part. I felt his hand slide away from my back and felt sad that this was all I would get, that the only man that I so desired for could not be mine, not even for a little while. He just cleared his throat and said, "Maybe we should sit back for a while, Anna. It's late, and nearly everybody has left." I immediately looked for my sister, and there she was, at the corner, cozied up with her boyfriend. That was alright, she was a pretty nice and responsible girl. "It's alright. I know him. He is a good kid, the kind who courts for life." he said as we sat down, in a tone that I couldn't understand. Was it sadness? "My wife of 20 years passed away 2 years ago." Now, his sadness was palpable. He looked so forlorn that it took all my will to not hug him tight and console him with kisses. "I'm so sorry." I said instead, just holding his hand hoping he would feel better. We just sat there for a while until he looked away into the darkness and murmured something to himself. I could only catch a bit of it-'shouldn't be doing'. I could only guess what he may have been thinking about. So, I mustered up all my courage and said, "Would taking a walk be a good idea?" trying to keep the longing out of my voice. He smiled now, which made everything around me feel alive again and said, "You know what, I was just thinking the same." My stomach did a back-flip as he helped me out of my seat and across the hallway, his hand warm against the curve of my waist. I shivered in pleasured. "Oh, you are cold!" he noted, but since he didn't have his jacket, he just pulled me closer and rubbed my bare shoulder with his palm, while the other was firmly on my waist. It was sheer happiness, to feel his hands on me, to be so close to him and feel his breath on my neck as I huddled into him. As we were walking out, He said, "let me go to my room and bring a jacket, it will keep you warm." I nodded and smiled shyly and he turned back. Only then did I realize that he said, his 'Room'. Blood rushed to my cheeks at the thought of what would happen if I followed him into his room. There was nothing more I wanted right now than follow him into privacy and let my desires reign free. "I'll walk with you!" I almost yelled, and walked to catch up with him as fast as my stilettoes let me. In my eagerness, I bumped into him and almost fell when he caught me, by my waist, with one hand on my belly. I gasped and held my breath, as I took in the feel of his hand on my stomach. Could he even imagine what he made me feel, the desire was so overpowering and I suddenly could not think about anything but having him inside of me. I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him close, my head clouded with desire, reaching to his lips with mine, wanting to feel his mouth on mine. But he held me back with firm hands on my waist and looked at me with an unreadable expression, his eyes glinting with desire in the dark. "Are you sure, Anna? Is this really what you want?" The fact that he paused before a kiss made him even more attractive and I looked into his eyes and said, "I've never wanted anything before as much as I want this now." He just smiled at me and started walking again holding me closer than before. So close that I could smell his desire. Within seconds, we reached his room, and when the door opened, I saw a soft white beautiful bed with huge windows overlooking a small garden, and a soft glowy light lit up the room. It was beautiful. Subtle, impeccable and calm, just like him. A bottle of scotch was in ice by the bed and few roses decorated the high table in a vase. I walked in and stood there, not knowing what to do. I did not know what he expected of me. He might have been with many older sexier women who knew how to please a man right, and suddenly, I was unsure. What if he did not like me? What if I was not good enough? Hell, was he ok with me being a virgin? I hadn't thought about any of this and I stood rooted in my spot. I could hear him shut the door softly behind me and as he walked up to me, I grew more nervous. When I did not move even when he came close and stood behind me, he seemed to have realized that something was wrong. He slowly held my shoulders and turned me around. "Anna, what is the matter?" He said. I couldn't bring myself to look at him. With his fingertip, he lifted my face so that he could look into my eyes and said, "It is alright if you have changed your mind. I have no intention of going against your wishes!" I could have kicked myself. I was making him think that I dint want him! "I still want this more than anything" I said, but I couldn't get myself to relieve my worry. "Then what is it? What are you so worried about?" He asked, concern etched all over his face. I loved to see that concern on his face and felt a little better. "It's just that...I have never before..." Was all I managed to say. But he seemed to have understood and a little smile played on his mouth. "Oh beautiful Anna...is it so? Will this be your first time?" I nodded in embarrassment and blushed. He caressed my cheek with the back of his finger lightly, and said, "Don't worry, I will not hurt you." I couldn't believe he thought I was worried that he would hurt me. I felt stupid again. "I wasn't worried about that!" I said defiantly, in a small voice. He took a moment to get it, but when he realized what I was really worried about, he chuckled. "Oh Anna! You needn't worry!" I looked at him with a little smile and he added, "if it makes you feel any better, I haven't been with anyone else other than my wife" I smiled now. It did make me feel a little better but he continued to smile. "Isn't there someone you are supposed to be chaperoning?" How stupid of me! I had forgotten all about my sister!! I excused myself and I immediately took out phone and texted her. He went ahead to open the bottle by his bed and went in search of glasses. 'Babe, I found a guy that I wanted to kiss!! In his room right now!! Please behave.' I hit send. She replied back immediately. 'wow! Are you gonna finally do it today? I was worried if you were gay! ;) have fun and I always behave. XO XO.' He returned with a glasses and left them on the table as I put away my phone. He stood there looking at me, and I stood transfixed by his gaze. I saw him look at me deeply, taking in every details, his eyes went from my mouth to my neck, and to my breasts. He paused and then continued to take in the curves of my thin waist and broad hips. I wanted to go to him but I was worried whether I could even walk. His gaze was making me weak at my knees. He took two step closer to me, and anticipation pooled in my stomach, but I stepped back involuntarily, towards the wall. He seemed enigmatic, like a beautiful big tiger and I was his prey. He came in one smooth move to me and I took another step back, only to hit the wall. My bare back touched the cold wall and I involuntarily came forward, my breasts now brushing his chest and our faces inches away. I could feel my breath quickening and my head swam as I yearned for his lips. He slowly inched his lips forward, giving me ample time to pull back. But it was all I could do to not grab him n lose myself in him right there. I was now very aware of the closeness of his lips and tilted my head and closed my eyes to kiss him. But I did not feel his lips on mine. Suddenly, his lips were on my neck with one palm cradling my neck and the other pushing me back at the wall. The cold of the wall and the warmth of his lips on the curve of my neck made me moan. I could not think what it was like. I could not think at all. All I knew was that I wanted more. I arched my neck so he could kiss me there more, but he already had other ideas. He traced little kisses from my neck to my collarbone and further below. He kissed along the fabric of my dress, while I just stood there pinned to the wall, burning with desire. Suddenly, he held my left breast in one hand, his thumb, slowly rubbing the nipple underneath the dress, while his tongue was on my cleavage, licking and kissing. I moaned with pleasure and my fingers were in his short soft hair, holding him in place while he was licked and kissed. It was beautiful to feel him wanting me, to feel his lips on me that I was in goosebumps and I wanted to be even closer. I hooked my right leg around his waist and I could feel his erection against me and wanted nothing more than having him inside me. It was a desire so deep, burning under my skin and his every kiss made my heart thump harder and my belly tighten. In a swift motion, he lifted me up as I hooked both my legs around him and he pinned me to the wall and while his mouth was buried between my breasts. He slowly bit my left nipple through the fabric and I threw my head back and arched my back to feel deeper in his mouth. Holding me close with a palm at the small of my back, his fingers found the zipper on the front my dress nestled between my breasts. He was about to open it when I stopped him. "No," I said, Smiles to Steamy He looked at me curiously. "Open with your teeth," I said in a shy voice. He smiled a nod and looking into my eyes, he slowly held the zipper with his teeth and pulled down inch by an inch revealing pale skin. A few inches down and the fabric separated to display my cleavage full in his face. His left arm tightening around me and his face buried in my neck, kissing, he unzipped the dress entirely and peeled it off me. With every inch of fabric leaving my skin, my awareness increased tenfold. Now clad only in my panties, I was aware of every inch of my exposed to his touch. The anticipation was tremendous. I felt my nipples taut against the fabric of his rough shirt. Trailing kisses again from my neck, he caressed my breasts with his lips. He buried his face between my breasts and licked my cleavage. It was so arousing to feel his hair tickling my skin and I just wanted him to lick my nipples. I tried to guide his mouth to my right breast but he did not take my hint. "Not so soon sweetheart. Ill make you want it more!" He chuckled. But I was already wanting it so much. How could I want it more? Then while his lips kissed my right breast, his fingers fondled my left breast. I fit so well into his big palm and he seemed to like it. Slowly, he rubbed his palm on my breast, fondling, with the pad of his thumb grazing my nipple. It felt amazing and made me even more aware. I arched my back, pushing my breasts at him, wanting him to fondle them more. Now, both his hands were filled with my breasts and he slowly took one nipple in his mouth and circled his tongue around it. I moaned. Then he was flicking his tongue fast and I felt overwhelming feelings all at once. I suddenly opened my eyes and held his head closer loving this exquisite sensations! I was almost moving slowly to the rhythm of my desire already, rubbing my crotch on his. I knew I was wet and more than ready for him. He seemed to enjoy this a lot and that only heightened my arousal. I curled my fingers in his hair and held him tight holding him there. He looked up at me, wickedness dancing in his eyes and I leaned in too kiss his lips. But he smirked and turned his head aside. He was not going to kiss me on my lips. I wondered what plans he had in mind. Turning around, he carried me to the bed with my legs still wrapped around him and his lips still on my neck. I felt the cool on my bare back as he laid me on the bed and I realized, while I was almost naked, he was still fully clothed, and still looking dashing, exuding the air of control and calm. He took his shoes off and slowly climbed on top of me his eyes looking into mine and my breath hitched up. I wanted to taste his lips, the lips that were now smiling and I craned forward. Again, he pulled back inches, tantalizing me with proximity yet not letting me savor it. He grabbed both my wrists and held them above my head, and said "Keep them there. Don't move your hands." It was frustrating because I wanted to hold him and run my fingers through his hair, but he only chuckled and went on to distract me by kissing my breasts again. The moment he started kissing, I forgot what I wanted, what I craved, I forgot everything except the feel of his tongue and lips on my skin. He trailed farther down and pressed little kisses on each of my ribs, and on my belly and even father below. When he reached the fabric of my panties, he bit softly there! I gasped in surprise as it sent waves of tingling all over my body. Within seconds, he removed the panties, with his teeth, his teeth grazing my skin, his beard tickling my long legs as he slipped them over my legs and onto the floor. I had closed my eyes and did not see him but felt everything so acutely as he started trailing kisses from my ankles and upwards. As he kissed my calves, my stomach tightened. I felt him move upwards and opened my eyes to see him softly bite the inside of my thighs. I moaned! The feeling was so beautiful. It was anticipation, it was joy and much more. I was about to grab his hair when he cautioned me with a no...his eyes pointing to my hands. I put my hands up again, tied over my head by nothing but his want. He was pressing little kisses on my inner thighs and was coming closer to the slit. Anticipation was pooling in my belly and I arched my back. But suddenly, I felt his lips on my belly, biting hard. I gasped and looked down. In a second, there was a hickey. It made me feel very confusing feelings, I felt this pride hidden deep inside that he marked me as his with this little hickey and it also made me feel protected, safe. I felt warm and cozy. I mewled. He smiled at me and grabbing both my breasts, he now began to passionately lick and kiss my nipples, blowing air for a second and then resuming to licking me with his tongue. My nipples had become quite sensitive now. I saw him bend down and from the wine bucket below, picked a tiny piece of ice. Keeping it in his mouth, he started licking my nipples again. My eyes went wide and I became more wet! I felt hot and cold all at once and I wanted nothing my than him inside me. I grabbed him by his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his waist, and arching my hips to feel more of his erection. But it was not enough. I wanted him so badly and did not want to listen to wait for him to finish his teasing of me anymore. I held him tight and rolled over, now with me on the top. He looked astonished. And then he smiled! Oh that smile again! He was driving me crazy! I started grinding on his crotch, even as he took my breasts into his mouth again. I could feel his erection and I increased my rhythm. My dark hair was a curtain of black on one side, tickling his chest. His fingers slowly raked through my hair as he held me tight while he was playing my nipples with his tongue. I was losing myself now and so, I tried controlling it. I wanted him naked and I wanted to kiss that smile. So, pulling myself back to senses with great difficulty, I pulled his head away and looked at him. Slowly, tucking strands my hair behind my ears, I bent down to kiss him. He only smiled and put a soft finger on my lips to stop me. It irritated me that he wouldn't kiss my lips but it also gladdened me to see his smile. So I bit his finger and started licking it. His mouth opened ever so slightly and he was transfixed, looking at my mouth. It felt so good to just bite and lick his fingers and now I wanted to do that to every inch of his body! Grabbing his jacket, I hurriedly tried to remove it. Seeing me, he held me close and sat up, with his back to the headboard of the bed. Now I could remove his jacket easily. I also removed his shirt to reveal muscular body underneath. The contours of his body looked so tempting, with few scars on his ribs. I ran my fingers on his chest, feeling every inch of his skin, memorizing it. He closed his eyes. I smiled and explored the rest of his body with my fingers. When I reached the scars, I felt sadness, sadness that he had to endure pain. Tenderly, I kissed the scars and started kissing his chest. I kissed his collarbone while my right hand was caressing his chest and my left hand was exploring his back. I nuzzled in his neck and ran my hands over his shoulder and across his back, his beautiful strong back. I trailed my fingers slowly across his spine, and till the base and when I put my hand in his pants, I felt him shiver. It felt good that I could do this to this man, make him shiver. So I reached on the front and undid his pants and noticed his huge erection. I blushed deeply and saw him looking at me. I removed his pants and threw them down with the rest of the clothes. I slowly touched him and circled my fingers around him, holding him. It felt so good to have a man so big in my hands. Biting my lip, I looked at him, and slowly bent down to lick him. I licked his shaft slowly and then the head and then took him into my mouth fully. I felt him groan and he grabbed my head his fingers tightening in my hair. I twirled my tongue around him and started licking and sucking. He started rhythmically pulsing. I could feel his desire and sucked deeply. I could feel him so hard in my mouth so, taking him in deeply, I hummed when I felt the head at the back of my throat. I heard him gasp and felt his pace increased. I knew he would come. But I wanted him to come in me and much more intensely. So I just stopped my teasing and looked up smirking. He was looking shocked. I felt good. It looked like I was not bad after all. He grabbed me roughly by my shoulders and flipped me over. I hit my head softly on the bed and I was pleasantly surprised. I wanted him to lose control I wanted him to take me now, roughly, passionately and completely. He climbed on top of me, and pinned my hands down above my head. He pulled himself onto me and he kissed the corner of my lips. It felt heavenly. But I still wanted to kiss his mouth! I made a whining sound and he said in a deep husky voice, "Anna, I want to kiss your beautiful lips when I enter you! So wrap one leg around me." I shivered with pleasure inside, and did as he asked. I could feel his full length on my wetness and I just opened completely to him. Holding my hands over my head his fingers interlacing with mine, he caressed my nipples with his tongue again while his hardness entered me a little. I did not feel pain yet. But it was exquisite, the feeling of his fingers interlaced with mine, his tongue flicking over my nipples and his hardness. It felt amazing to feel it all at once. I felt him a little deeper now and it was getting a little uncomfortable but I was comfortably distracted by the pleasure his tongue was inflicting upon me. The fact that my hands were pinned down by him, made it so much sexier. I couldn't grab him even if I wanted to. That feeling of being in his control was exhilarating. As I was just enjoying all these, he came up and looking into my eyes, and his erection increasing in pace within me, he came in closer for a kiss. I just saw a tantalizing small smile before closing my eyes and giving myself to him completely. Just as I felt his lips touch mine, and felt electric, tingling sensations on my lips, as I felt pain, deep down inside me, where he entered me. In that moment of intense pain and pleasure, I lifted myself up to him and his hands wrapped around me in a warm embrace. Even as I felt a tear of pain flowing out of my closed eyes, the pleasure was so much more than I could imagine. He was pumping in and out of me furiously, while still kissing me so tenderly. His lips tasted amazing, with the hint of scotch, cigar and his own flavour. I traced his lips with my tongue and nibbled at his lower lip. I heard him groan in pleasure. I bought my hands across his back and caressed his spine, memorizing every contour of his body. Still kissing passionately, I could feel both our pace quickening, I could feel my head swimming and the world turning black and red and knew I was close. I pulled back from his lips to gasp for breath, but he did not stop. As he pumped within me, his lips did not leave my neck even for a second. He nuzzled my neck kissing tenderly. . I pushed myself closer to him, wanting this to never end and hung onto him for dear life. Suddenly, I felt him bite down deep and hard on my neck radiating waves of pleasure in me. That drove me over the edge and crying out his name, I came. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world. I felt intense happiness and satisfaction and I was floating in it. Hearing me cry out his name, I felt him tighten and he too came, gasping my name. I felt warm cum filling me in. And I kissed him. We kissed tenderly, warmly and passionately. He then rolled over and I lay in a heap on him with my cheek pressed against his chest, feeling the thumping of his heart and I smiled, and for the first time ever, I felt completely happy and satisfied. His fingers were in my hair slowly combing, and it was such a simple yet beautiful gesture. I leaned my face into his warm hands and closed my eyes, just enjoying the contentment. His hands were so light on me, his touch so soft, as if afraid that I would break. It was so endearing and I kissed his palms, and then his fingers and his fingertips. I slowly bit the pad of his thumb and loved the texture of his skin on my tongue. I looked up at him, and saw him looking at me, a small smile etched on his face and I lifted myself to kiss his smile. As I started kissing him, slowly, our tongues played, exploring each other. It was at a slow and satisfied pace at first but within minutes, I felt desire grow in my belly again. I could not believe that I wanted him again this soon. I did not know I could want something so much! His hands wrapped around me, and with my knees on either side of his legs, I lowered myself on his crotch. Kissing in a fervor now, I felt myself get wet again and felt him harden. We were kissing fervently, and between kisses, I managed to mutter, "I want you...so...badly...right now...please.." He said nothing but slowly rose and stood up, with me still wrapped around him. I could not stop kissing him and just crossed my legs around his waist holding him close. I just wanted more and more of him. As much familiar I felt with his every kiss, that much desire grew within me. His strong hands felt so good on my back, arms holding me to him and I did not notice where he was carrying me until I felt the cold of the wind on my back. We were in the bathroom. It was a beautiful bathroom, I could see now. With a huge tub in the corner, a big window overlooking the sea and the beautifully arranged shower space with flowers and towels, it was very inviting. He stepped into the shower & turned on the faucet. Warm water splashed on us, trickling down his head and by the corner of his lips. I was so lost in gazing at him, taking in every feature of his gorgeous face that grinned at me. I loved that! His smiles, and that grin, and his mouth. Oh his mouth was looking so tempting, with droplets of water by his lips. I leaned in and slowly licked the water from his lips. He jerked forward and gently grabbed my lips with his teeth and then I could feel his tongue on my lips, licking and nibbling. The water flowed onto our faces and left tingling everywhere he kissed. He kissed the corner or my lips, and then my jaw and nibbled on my ear. It felt so good. The water flowing on me made me so aware, leaving a trail of desire in its wake that he left kisses along that made me so lightheaded! The desire was pooling within me and intensified when he suddenly pushed me to the wall and with started kissing me with more intensity. His lips pleasured me in ways I could not fathom, kissing my lips, kissing my necks, nibbling my jaw, licking my breasts and I was just putty in his hands. He was also losing his control. I could notice it in the way his fingers grabbed my hair pulling slightly, the way his fingers dug into my arms, holding me tight, all of which fuelled my passion more. I held his head close to my chest and felt him give a hickey on my breasts. He was marking me, all over, and I loved it, loved how the little pain of bite could make me so wild and full of desire. "The tub," I said. He silently switched on the faucets in the tub and let it fill. He held my face by my hair, and looking into my eyes, he said, "Anna, I really want you but I'm afraid I might hurt you. Don't hesitate to stop me if I am getting too rough, understand?" I could hear the restrain in his voice, how hard it was for him to talk so calmly when all that he wanted to do was just a moments away from him. It aroused me so much and I managed to say in a barely controlled voice, "I like the little pain. It only adds to the pleasure. And no matter how hard you are holding me, I keep wanting you to hold me harder." I put a finger on his lip and he kissed it. "So don't worry about me." He just managed a nod before crushing his lips on mine and arms tightening around me. Carefully, he lowered me into the shower and stood back, appreciating what he saw. I blushed deeply, as I never have been so naked in front of anyone before, and seeing the desire burning in his eyes betraying to me what he would be doing to me now, made me suck in my breath. He joined into the tub with me, his hands circling around me to lift me onto his lap while warm water splashed about us softly. He pushed me to the wall and came on top of me, straddling me with his hips. The water clinging onto his skin made him look so much more seductive than he already was. Grabbing me in a lustful kiss, he started kneading my breasts. His hands were rough and strong and I was completely in his control. His hands on my breasts were replaced with his teeth, kissing roughly and biting my nipples. It was a little painful but I forgot about it all the moment I felt his hardness enter me, in one swift motion. He started pumping into me, so strongly, I felt every stroke vibrate deep inside me. I cried out, in half pleasure half pain and that only made him harder and faster. I did not know that pain could be so torturously satisfying yet at the same time, stroking the fire of desire even more. I curled my fingers in his hair and just gave in to him, enjoying this man, ravaging me. There was something very pleasurable about being ravaged by him, my man, my dear gentle man with a mesmerizing smile. I could feel us both reaching a peak, and looked into his deep eyes. His eyes were glinting with strength and control and sultry as he captured my lips in a long deep kiss. The kiss, the feel of him inside me and his arms that were holding me tight, all made me peak into a climax, and both of us came at the same time. Breathing heavily in each other's arms, and him still inside me, we splashed back into the tub, floating, both in contentment and the water. I pecked little kisses on his lips and his arms curled protectively around me. Even after the climax, I did not want him to pull out of me. It made me feel so glorious and to just feel him inside me. I just lay my head on his chest and was reeling from my experience when he lifted my chin up to look into my eyes. I saw his contended eyes and slowly a beautiful smile spread on his lips seeing me drift in happiness as well. "Anna." he said in a deep husky voice. There was no need for him to tell me anything more. We both knew what we found in each other. Love.