She slowly raised her head and looked pleadingly into his eyes. “I want to forget about this night. Make me forget, please.”
Richard nodded once as his mouth closed on hers. He kissed her firmly, forcing her lips to part against his and teasing her with his tongue. When at last he pulled back, he whispered, “Like that?”
“Yes,” she sighed. He kissed her again as he propelled her farther into the room. A quick search found what he was looking for. He brought her into the bathroom, turned the shower on, and began stripping off her clothes in between kisses.
Moaning softly, she asked, “Won’t I just get dirty again?”
Richard grinned wickedly. “Oh yes, you are going to be very dirty and sweaty. But first you need to get the smell of blood and hospital off of you.” He kissed her fiercely, pulling in her bottom lip and grazing it with his teeth as he released it. “I promise you will enjoy it.”
He led her into the luxurious shower stall and positioned her under the stream. Charlotte was never this docile with a man before in her life, but it was clear that Richard was an expert, and she had a unique trust in him.
She leaned back into the hot stream and realized he had been correct. She did need a shower, and a lazy smile came to her face. She opened her eyes to see Richard staring at her, his eyes dark and his appreciation obvious.
“Turn around,” he growled.
Charlotte grinned cheekily and couldn’t help the tiniest of wiggles. A light slap on her ass made it clear he had noticed and approved. Charlotte wondered what was next when she felt his hands massage her shoulders. “Christ, Char! You’re tight,” he said as he worked her muscles.
She put her hands up to brace herself against the wall. At that moment she didn’t care if she got laid or not. What he did to her body felt so good she worried she couldn’t remain standing. He massaged her shoulders under the hot water until they started to loosen, then he moved down her back, finding knots of tension and working them out. Charlotte was moaning softly before he was done. “See,” he breathed into her ear, “I told you that you would like it.”
Charlotte grinned and nodded as he quickly soaped her body. She shampooed her hair, suddenly eager to be out of there and on to the next step. Richard was very businesslike and in a few short minutes, they were wrapped in large bath sheets and moving to the bedroom.
“Are you hungry?” he asked her politely.
Charlotte shook her head and licked her lips. “Not for food,” she replied naughtily.
Richard led her to the bedroom without another word. There he turned on a low light beside the bed and kissed her again, gently removing the towel. Charlotte blushed slightly, but the way Richard’s eyes appreciably examined her body removed any feelings of embarrassment she might have. His eyes darkened with desire and she felt aroused just by his presence. He moved close to her again and touched her face, tracing her cheek and jaw, tilting her lips up to his. “Charlotte,” he whispered before he kissed her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her senses saturated by the feeling of his lips on hers, his chest again hers, his erection pinned against her stomach, his hands cupping her ass. He broke away from her mouth to kiss the side of her neck as he lightly picked her up. “Bedtime, Charlotte,” he murmured as he placed her on the king-size bed and lay down beside her.
As soon as his hands were free of the burden of carrying her, they began exploring. Caressing her smooth skin, from her face to the tops of her shoulders to her soft breasts to her stomach and legs. His mouth was kissing her in ways she had never imagined possible. With his kiss, he told her she was beautiful and sexy and that he wanted her very, very much. Charlotte could not find it in herself to disagree with such a persuasive argument.
His mouth left hers, but his hand was stimulating her breast so skillfully she couldn’t draw a breath to complain. When she felt his lips at her hardened nipple, first wetting it with his tongue and then smoothly drawing it into his mouth, she moaned with the exquisiteness of it.
“Have you forgotten, Charlotte?” he asked softly as his lips trailed across her chest to her other nipple.
“Forgotten what?” she moaned, her mind blank except for what his mouth was doing and the way his hand was trailing down her stomach and between her thighs. With a contented sigh, he settled against her, her tit in his mouth and his fingers exploring her sex. She was impressed with his talent. His explorations were not the clumsy fumbling of an amateur hoping to stumble across a mythical location. No, this was the hand of a professional on a fact-finding mission. He quickly determined where she liked to be touched and, more importantly, how.
Charlotte was so caught up in the pleasure his fingers were bringing her that she didn’t notice at first that he had abandoned her nipple. “Oh!” she gasped as she sensed him moving against her. “What are you doing?”
He smiled in a predatory way. “I want to taste you, Charlotte.” He drew his face across the slight mound of her belly and gently parted her thighs.
“But,” she objected, “I can’t come that way!”
Richard looked up to her, his expression distinctly pleased. “Yes, you can.”
“No, I’ve tried.”
He laughed softly. “Just lie back and trust me, Charlotte. I think you might be in for a surprise.”
Although dubious, she had to concede that everything else he had done to her so far had been flawless. She lay back and tried to relax, then she felt the first brush of his tongue and suddenly relaxation was the furthest thing from her mind. She had no idea what he was doing to her, but as long as he didn’t stop, she didn’t care at all. She found her fingers threading themselves in his long, soft hair, desperate to keep him from stopping. She cried out involuntarily as she felt his fingers penetrate her. Her hips began twisting in rhythm with his mouth and soon no force on earth could hold her back.
She came in an intense orgasm like she had never experienced before. She lay panting, her mouth still open from the shock as he discreetly wiped his face on a towel and lay down beside her.
“You can’t come that way, can you?” he grinned.
“Oh my God!”
He laughed outright.
“Thank you,” she sighed as she regained her breath.
“No, thank you,” he purred in her ear, “you were delicious.”
“Richard,” she moaned, “fuck me.”
“As you wish,” he grinned and turned aside for a moment to prepare. Her body was starting to ache with need for him as she heard the rattle of a wrapper being opened. She felt the cool air on her body and then he gently mounted her. Quickly he filled the emptiness that was paining her and she responded like a fine violin in the hands of a master. He moved with her, drawing out her pleasure then roughly quickening the pace and stealing her breath from her. She wailed as he drove another shattering orgasm from her body, then in the daze that followed she felt him reach his own peak and collapse beside her.
Her eyes shut, she reached for him like a blind kitten and drew him close. Pressed tightly together, they rested until their breathing grew regular again. Only then did she try to express the gratitude in her heart.
“Oh my God, Richard!” she grinned. “You are a god. It’s never been like that for me.”
He smiled contentedly. “I aim to please, ma’am.”
“Thank you!” she exclaimed and kissed him again. Taking a deep breath, she began to draw herself out of the bed, but his arms caught her before she could move.
“What are you doing?” he asked, puzzled.
“I was going to go back to my room,” she said softly, confused.
“Stay with me,” he told her, but it was clearly a request.
“Why?”
“I’m afraid of the dark.”
She laughed once. “You could leave the light on,” she suggested coyly.
He looked at her, and she saw a profound need in his eyes that she had never seen before in him. It made her throat tighten, as he softly pleaded, “Stay.”