Soul Deep

The hotel room was dim, the fading light of day barely penetrating the thick curtains as Amanda preceded him into the room. The bed looked huge. She couldn’t look anywhere else as a sudden case of nerves began to flutter in the pit of her stomach.

What if she had been wrong? What if it was the sex alone that had drawn them together, made the hunger so desperate and filled with pleasure?

She stood silently in the center of the room, fighting to calm the sudden fear that rose inside her. When she awoke to learn he had left, rage and grief had swelled within her in a wave that had nearly destroyed her. Surely, that was love?

“Take your clothes off.”

She shivered at his hard voice, so dark and wicked, so husky it seemed to vibrate from the very depths of his chest. It was rough and guttural and she couldn’t halt the little shudder of pleasure that raced over her body.

She licked her lips and glanced up at him as he moved around her, walking slowly to the bed and sitting down.

“I’m sure you were a very naughty girl while I was away,” he said reprovingly. “You know I’ll have to punish you.”

Oh God. It was her hottest fantasy come to life. The dimness of the room made him seem darker, stronger somehow, as though that were possible.

“What if I promise to be good now?” She played into her own sexual fantasy, her pussy weeping at the thrill that shot through her.

He chuckled at that. “I’m sure you will be. After tonight. Now take off your clothes. You don’t want me to have to cut them off.”

She barely restrained her moan. Oh yes she did.

“Start with the shoes. Take everything off very slowly.”

She could barely breathe; her knees were shaking, her hands trembling with excitement.

She kicked her shoes off. That part was easy. Her hands lifted to the buttons of her blouse, and there her battle began. She could feel her swollen breasts, the tight hot nipples that peaked them, rubbing against the lace of her bra and she wanted to cry out just at that small pleasure.

She struggled with the tiny buttons, her fingers slipping, becoming uncooperative as he continued to watch her with his hot black eyes. Her gaze flickered up, her breath catching as he rose to his feet.

“Are you trying to tease me?” he asked her, wicked, wicked sensuality echoed in his voice. “No.” She shook her head fiercely as he circled her. “I’m not.”

His hand cupped the curve of her butt.