Forbidden

It’s been years since we’ve seen each other. Even longer since we’ve been within miles, let alone the same building as one another. I knew you were going to be here though, at this conference, staying in the same hotel. What I didn’t know was when I’d get to set eyes on you. Talk to you. The most anticipatory kind of torture, worse than being blind folded and tied to the bed, waiting for you to run your fingers over my nipples, because at least then I knew your touch was imminent. No, now I could only wait and pretend like I wasn’t riding my own private roller coaster without a harness.

You weren’t in the lobby when I checked in. You weren’t in the elevator as I headed to my room to shower and change for the first night meet and greet. Messaging you was out of the question; We’d agreed that that was one of the rules for this week, stupid fucking rules. I took my time in the shower, letting the hot water worsen my anxiety and remind me of the easy way we used to talk with each other, about nothing and everything. After what felt like too long, I was in dry clothes and registered myself as presentable in the mirror (if not slightly overdone for the occasion), but I know what you like and nothing else matters at this point. The corset I was wearing underneath my dress was a blatant torture device created by a man that clearly didn’t understand human anatomy, but I’ll be damned if my breasts didn’t look incredible and make me feel evermore like the powerful goddess you summon from deep within me.

The meeting space designated for tonight was packed with people, none of whom I cared to know but made forced polite conversation with everyone on my way to the blessed open bar. I needed a drink. I still had no idea where you were and was seriously contemplating breaking our rule, when I mercifully hear you whisper a greeting in my ear, and it’s all I can do to not throw myself around you in a giant hug. I merely turn and smile with a polite restrained greeting of my own. I barely contain the shit eating grin on my face until I remember that we’re not supposed to know each other, and rein it back in. That was the other rule we agreed on, and honestly, it’s sexy as hell, sharing another secret. You’re just as I remember you. Those gorgeous commanding blue eyes and full lips, devilish flirty smile that promises nothing but lust and every desire fulfilled. Standing in front of you, not running my tongue up your neck is the biggest exercise in self-control I’ve exhibited in quite some time. As the night progresses, we find little stolen moments to make eye contact or to interact, just biding our time until we can slip away and finally be alone. Be together. Be, us. If I hadn’t been looking for it I would have missed your signal to make my way out of the meeting space and head to the elevator bay. Standing near you and pretending you’re a perfect stranger makes me a certain kind of twitchy I can’t quite explain, but one look from you and I know I need to calm down. Torture. How can one person be so calming, and yet at the same time make my heart beat in my chest and in my pussy simultaneously. We enter the elevator and you hit the button for your floor. Only once the doors close do you look me in the face fully for what feels like the first time, then slowly let your gaze trail down my body before coming back up to meet my eyes again. My eyes never left your face. I’m already ready to combust but I stay still and am rewarded with you telling me how gorgeous I look tonight, and how you couldn’t keep your eyes off of me in that crowded room. You were always good at that, better than I ever was, the stealth. The elevator doors open and your hand is at the small of my back, guiding me out and toward your room. I can feel your fingertips through the fabric of my dress, barely grazing the top of my ass but just enough to make me stand up straighter. You laugh low in your throat and guess that I can’t wait to get out of the corset. I shoot you a look that makes you laugh out loud, which forces me to smile bigger than I’d like. But I missed that sound so much, your laugh.

You open the door and motion for me to enter your room but before it’s even had a chance to fully shut, you’ve pinned me against the nearest wall, my hands above my head in one of your hands, your other hand on my waist holding me in place. I don’t remember closing my eyes, but when you tell me to look at you, it takes me half a second to gather my courage and meet your gaze. The fire behind your eyes makes me weak in the knees and I’m flooded with memories of us, making my breath hitch and become unsteady. If you weren’t holding me upright, I’d probably have fallen to my knees in front of you (not that either of us would have minded). Your hand travels slowly from my waist, over the curve of my body, up to my neck where your thumb brushes lightly over my jaw and then my bottom lip, all the while never breaking eye contact. It’s intoxicating and I can feel myself slipping further away from the present surroundings and into submissive territory. Becoming completely yours, as if I wasn’t already. Giving myself over to you, mind and body, trusting you implicitly. This is a response only you’ve been able to elicit from me and something I’ve craved every day since it first happened. After what feels like an eternity, your lips are on mine, softly to start with, reacquainting ourselves after so long, but it doesn’t take long before your tongue is parting my lips, opening me up to you. A soft moan escapes from me and that’s all the encouragement you need. You drop my wrists and both hands are under my ass, lifting me up so I can wrap my legs around your waist. You carry me to the front of the bed and set me on my feet, never relenting in our kiss. You tear your lips from mine, looking deep into my eyes, as your fingers find the hem of my dress and with a teasingly slow motion, start bringing my dress up. Your fingers follow the path over my sensitive skin until I’m standing before you in only the corset. You look me over and notice I’m not wearing any panties. When your eyes meet mine again you know I did it purposely, so you’d know I was walking around all night without panties on in that concentrated group of people. My own little secret. You tease me and tell me what a dirty little girl I am because we both know that you’d have loved to slip your hand up my dress in the crowd and discover my nakedness for yourself. You tell me to turn around so you can unlace the corset and I do without hesitation. You brush my hair over my shoulder and with deft fingers release me from the binding. The corset falls to the floor but you keep me facing away from you. Slowly, you start planting gentle kisses along my exposed neck, down to my shoulder and down my back. Your hands are on my hips as you lower yourself to your knees behind me, directly in front of my ass, which you don’t neglect in your kisses. Then almost as soon as I feel your teeth sinking into my flesh, you bend me over so the top of my body hits the bed and I am completely exposed to you. You give an appreciative groan as you run a finger over my clit and find me soaking wet, ready for you do with as you please. You continue running your finger over the length of me, only stopping to rub little circles on my clit, making me fidget. Your free hand tightens on my thigh, my only warning to stay still, as you continue with your torturous exploration.

You pull your finger from me and stand, telling me to do the same and get on the bed. By the time I’ve laid on my back, you’ve already unbuttoned half of your shirt, slowing to let me watch you finish undressing. For the first time in my life, my imagination has let me down. Looking at you in front of me now, in only dress pants, being able to see every muscle on your upper body, flexing here and there, making your tattoos dance on their own, is nothing like I remember. I want to run my tongue over every inch of you, but I stay where I am because you haven’t given me permission to move. You remember how much I love this part, watching you. Finally, you’re in nothing but briefs, the very brazen outline of your arousal nothing short of glorious, and I can’t think of anything else but the way you’re going to fill and stretch me. You crawl on the bed until you’re lying next to me on your side, propped up on an elbow so you can look at me. You start with light fingers along my collar bone, slowly making your way down my chest, towards my breasts. You have one of my nipples between your fingers and I reflexively grip the sheets as you lower your mouth to the other nipple, and take it between your teeth. You make the same movement on both nipples but the sensation is so different it’s almost overwhelming. I squirm for more but you let go of my nipples at the same time and kiss me while continuing to move your hand down my body. I gasp when your finger slides over my incredibly sensitive clit and into my waiting pussy. In and out your finger goes, to a rhythm only you and I know, and there’s nothing I can do to hold back my orgasm when you press your thumb to me with perfect pressure. You feel me tighten around your finger and break the kiss to tell me I’m a good girl, and you forgot how responsive I am to you. While I’m trying to recover my breath, you take the moment to remove your briefs and position yourself between my legs, where you belong. You give me time to come back down to earth and when I finally lay eyes upon you once more, I actually sit up on my elbows and have to consciously shut my mouth. I forgot just how big you are. You smile at my reaction and I can’t blame you, I probably look like I’ve never seen a dick before. But I’ll be honest, it’s been quite some time since I’ve been near anything as impressive as you, which I tell you, and you promise to go as slow as I need. I take a deep breath and lay back down. You lower yourself on top of me and as your body surrounds me, I feel you at my entrance. You look me in the eyes and ask me if I’m ready. I can do nothing but nod, the anticipation is choking me. As nothing but the head of your dick starts to enter me, we both draw breath and cling to each other just a little tighter. You pause and ask if I’m okay, to which I tell you not to stop again, and you smile as you give me more and more of you until your seated to the hilt. I swear I can feel you in my stomach and it’s the most incredible feeling, the fullness. You. You start to move in and out of me, giving me time to adjust but never stopping the rhythm and I can feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming again. You can feel it too, so you don’t relent and tell me to cum for you, to let you feel me tighten around you and let my cum drip down your balls. You keep fucking me through my second orgasm, only bringing me closer to another one. You stop long enough to tell me to look at you, and although it takes me a few breaths, I do, and meet your eyes with a sedated smile and small giggle only an orgasm like that can manage. You smile back at me and tell me how beautiful I am before picking your pace back up. In and out, making me moan and beg for more, which you give even though we both know you’re close to cumming too now. You say my name as I feel you explode inside of me, hitting me deep and claiming everything I have to offer, sending me spiraling into another orgasm of my own.

You fall on top of me, both of us replete, and you trail a few kisses across my forehead. I smile at you from my soul and you give me a soft kiss on the lips before pulling out of me. You stay between my legs, but rest your head on my stomach, looking up at me. We fall into quiet conversation only afforded to lovers before drifting off to sleep. The morning comes too soon as we untangle ourselves and prepare to say goodbye, again. We dress in companiable silence, knowing this is it. You walk me to the door and before I leave, you kiss me one final time, look me in the eyes, and whisper, “always”.