Here's a sinful little after hours intimate scene for your reading pleasure.
The words are a bit coarser, so you've been warned.
“Come here, give me a hug.”
I lean in and give my girlfriend a loose embrace, giggling the whole time. Our night at the bar has ended and I’ve had so much to drink, it’s a good thing I decided early on to cab it to the club and home.
“Ok girlfriend. See you Monday!” As the words tumble out of my mouth, I trip on the curb and do my best as an eloquent drunk to catch myself.
“Whoa, baby,” my girlfriend shouts out in concern. “Why don’t you take those heels off while you wait for your Uber?”
“No thanks, sweetie. Once these pumps come off, they are NOT going back on, you hear me?” I could not stop giggling. It took only eight tequila shots to get me this graceful, and I revel in the midnight air outside the bar by attempting the most graceful pirouette before some car screeches to a halt and blasts its horn at me.
“Fucker!” I yell out at the four-thousand-pound van with it’s motor running. My girlfriend steps toward me and leans in to my ear.
“THAT’S your cab ride home, FUCKER! You sure you’re okay to go home alone?”
“I’m fine,” I reply, a sweet grin on my face as I lean toward her and tap her nose with my finger. I wrench the sliding door open and stumble in, then wave goodbye to my sweetheart.
The van pulls away and as it winds through the downtown core towards my apartment, I look out the window and let out a long breath while laying back in the seat.
Miranda has been my best friend for years. I’ve known her since we were in grade nine. I trust her with everything. She even has a key to my apartment. Thank God she’s patient with my emotional ass. Lately I’ve been venting to her non-stop about the older man who just moved in down the hall from me. Icarus.
I peer out the window, contemplating what the hell his parents were thinking when they named the hot beast who currently resides at the other end of my floor…
Icarus. It doesn’t even rhyme with anything good. Shmikarus?
But that body. That lean, six-foot plus, ab-riddled tanned-as-fuck body…. I’d let it do things to me. Very naughty things…
Thankfully, my apartment is not far from the bar, and just a few minutes more of my dreamy-eyed gaze out the window leads the van to stop in front of my home.
“Here you go,” the driver says. I come to my senses and shift my butt forward so I can settle my tab and shuffle out of the vehicle, being met with a cold snap of chilly night air across my face. I shut the door and raise a hand as I step slowly toward the lobby, not realizing the van has already pulled away.
After a few tries with my key, I finally get the key in and wrench the tumbler over, opening the door. A few more steps in, and I’ve had enough of my night-long balancing act. I sit on the old pleather couch in the lobby and attempt to remove the ankle strap from my heels.
How the hell did I even get these on? I ponder, looking at the small gold-plated buckle wrapped tightly around my ankle.
I let out a slow exhale and lean forward, determined to make it just a little longer being four inches above the ground. I hit the elevator button and wait.
Turning to my right, I regard the wallpaper in the lobby. I’ve never noticed my building’s tribute to 1972. God, that is SO bronze. Why didn’t I notice it before?
Suddenly, the elevator doors open, and as I take baby steps inside, a tall dark form captures my eyes when I turn around to face the door. I push the button to my floor, and as the doors slide closed, I find myself wanting to die…
“Marianne. How are you?” Icarus looks at me with a warm smile. I fight to think of a response. Something witty. Something sexy. I look up at his beautiful blue eyes.
“I’m good. You?” What in the actual fuck!? That’s all I can muster? I look down at my feet, and focus on drawing my heels close together so I can detract from the most pathetic response I could have ever generated. Here I am stuck with the hottest stud in the building and I can’t even hold a decent conversation with him.
“I’m alright, I guess. Hey, how’s the TV working out?”
I tilt my head back slightly, trying to remember what the hell he is talking about. Then, I remember. He had helped set up my new television system last week, because I’m so bad at electronics, it’s a miracle I can operate an automatic door.
“Oh, it’s good, Icarus. Thank you.” My eyes trail back to the floor, then sweep to the side while I take a long quiet breath, hoping for the arrival of my sobriety.
I hear the elevator creep up its rails to our floor and I’m at a loss for words. I figure it’s best to stay silent while inebriated, so I don’t put my foot in my mouth. But the box of clothing and toiletries in his hands catches my eyes, and I can’t help but push a question out of my mind to cut the tension.
“You aren’t moving out already, are you?”
He looks down at the box. “Oh, this? No.” He pauses for a moment, unsure of how much he should say. “I… just broke up with my girlfriend.” He shrugged his massive shoulders, and I catch a quick flex of his biceps from under his sleeves as he holds the cardboard box in front of his ripped chest.
“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that.” I’m so not sorry to hear that.
The elevator doors open at our floor and he gestures me to exit first. I wave him good night, lingering my gaze at his beautiful blue eyes just a little longer than I should, then catch myself, and step out into the hall.
“Have a good night, Marianne,” he vocalizes, turning toward his end of the hall.
“You too honey!” I respond, advancing impatiently toward my apartment, rummaging through my purse for keys. By this point, it’s a miracle I’ve managed to walk to my door, but I’m more captivated by the fact that I can’t locate my keys.
“What the fuck?!” I mutter angrily under my breath.
Unbeknownst to me, six pack hears it, and walks over to my end of the hall.
“You okay, Marianne?”
Nervous AND frustrated, I flick my hand out of my purse, and yell out. “I just can’t find my fucking keys!” As soon as the words leave me, I realize my verbiage and cover my mouth while looking up at him. “I am sooo sorry.”
Icarus simply smiles, and looks down at my purse. His hand reaches over to the one holding my purse and tugs at my keychain. “You mean these keys, right here, in your other hand?”
I look down at my hand, a large ring full of keys dangling between it and my purse, and if I could have turned beet red, I’m sure it would have shown right then and there.
“I uh…yes…uh, thank-you.” I fumble and wave my hand about in front of him, embarrassed as all hell, but determined to let him know that I got this!
Icarus issues a gentle nod and places a hand on my arm, content that I’ve found my keys.
While he walks away, I take a long minute to exhale and compose myself. Why the fuck is Icarus seeing me at my most un-lady like? Of all nights? Dammit!
After trying a few wrong keys, I finally wrench the right one in the hole, and unlock the door to my apartment. I open the door, but before stepping in, I feel a blanket of tingles course down my back.
It’s been a wonderful night. And I’ve always believed in fate. I turn and look down the hall…seeing Icarus heading into his apartment with box in hand.
“Hey Icarus. You feel like a coffee? I just bought a new Espresso machine.”
“Yeah. Sure, Marianne.” I look my acquaintance over, and know in my heart that he doesn’t want to be alone tonight. He needs someone to talk to. I could be that someone.
I hold my door open for him, and watch as he locks his door and walks past me into my apartment.
I could be his ear. I just have to sober up first…
Minutes later, I have Icarus sitting across from me in my recliner as I take to my couch. We each have a coffee in our hands and I have my favourite throw pillow in front of me while we chat.
“So, she was that boring. I mean seriously, why should anyone be in a relationship where you don’t grow together? Life’s not all about movies and dinners every weekend. God! Booooring!”
As the reasons for leaving his girlfriend fill the air between us, I’m lucky to hear any of it, as my eyes are more focussed on his soft, kissable lips. God how I want to just lean forward and…
“Do you feel the same way, Marianne?” he asks, hoping for my approval.
I look to the straps on my shoes, which I realize I still haven’t figured out. Though I was now sobering up, I simply don’t care to move.
“Here, let me.” Icarus sets down his coffee and crouches down inches from my feet. I watch, trying hard not to think about wanting to grab hold of his thick hair with my hands to guide it toward places…
He reaches for the tiny gold buckle on the side of my ankle with his large hands, and works it free with his fingers. The strap falls loose and he grasps the heel and pulled it free from my foot. I close my eyes and let out a breath, thankful for the freedom. I then open my eyes and watch, this time smiling thoughtfully as he places his hands on my other ankle and carefully undoes the other strap, freeing my foot from my other shoe.
“There you go. Better?”
I wiggle my toes and nod once. “Much.”
I watch as he slides back into my recliner and picks up his coffee. He brings it to his mouth and takes a sip of the hot beverage.
I did the same, easing into my couch and tasting some more coffee. The sight of him in my room was elating beyond belief. I was happy to be sobering up, so that I wouldn’t do anything I’d regret.
And that’s when I put my coffee down and look at him in silence.
“You are a very beautiful man.”
Icarus raises his chin in curiosity, as he processes my statement, then drops his head and shakes it with a smile. “Whatever.”
I fight my reservations hard as I place my coffee on the glass table between us, then meet his eyes with mine.
“I…kinda wanted to tell you something….but never could.”
“Yeah? What is it? Is the tv not working properly? I don’t mind having a look at it.”
I shook my head nervously. “No. It’s not that. I….”
Our stares lock hard for what seems like an eternity in thick silence.
“Icarus. I wanted to tell you, that…you’re a nice guy.”
Icarus’ stare didn’t waver, and after a long, awkward silence, he responded, a smooth confidence about him suddenly capturing my pupils.
“I think you’re a special lady too.” His eyes shift a little as he gets up, not sure where to aim his words. “I mean, you are such a kind soul. You helped me settle in when I moved into this building. You always hold the elevator door for me when we see each other. You’ve taught me how not to load the washing machine downstairs. And well, that smile...I…”
Suddenly, it happens.
I never had anyone tell me that my smile was beautiful. In fact, I’ve always been self-conscious of my smile, never thinking that it, or I was particularly beautiful. All my life, I was made fun off. This face of mine, somehow never complete with the best of my intentions. But then this beautiful, handsome gentle hunk comes along, and makes me feel more beautiful than I have ever felt!
And that’s when I get up from the couch and walk over to him…to show my appreciation.
Now standing inches in front of the handsome hottie in my recliner, I pause to confirm his statement.
“You think I have a nice smile?”
Icarus looks up at me and without hesitation, melts me.
“I think that smile it the most beautiful of any that I’ve seen, Marianne.”
I can’t help but feel drawn to his lips, so I lean in and throw caution to the wind. I cup his face in my hands and place a single, soft kiss on his face, then as quickly as I’ve placed it, I pull back…nervously awaiting his response. Have I gone too far?
He tilts the recliner upright and slowly rises from it. Now I am standing face to jaw with a man I’ve suddenly kissed on a whim, and now I feel naked. Foolish.
But his next actions secure me.
“Didn’t you say your feet were tired?” He leads me to my couch and lays me down on my back, then takes a seat and gestures my legs to reside upon his lap.
“Uh, no. No I didn’t. But….”
I oblige and before I can give reason to any other faint thought, the warmth of two big warm hands come to cradle my feet, rubbing them up and down, easing the pain of four-inch stilettos from my arches and toes. I close my eyes and let out a long breath, unable to speak.
Mmmm. Fuck, his hands feel so good on me.
I feel the warmth of his digits pass along my feet and ankles, rubbing away the red mark of the straps, once tight around me, and I fall helplessly to his awesome touch on my skin. I bite my lower lip, never having felt this spoiled in a long, long time. I let out a soft, barely audible purr, but Icarus notices, and his hands stop.
Please don’t stop…
I don’t know what it is with me tonight, but I feel like the world has come to a standstill…just for me. My elations felt beyond my own existence, so I acted oh them…or rather, let them act out, through me…
I kick my feet to the floor and stand up. I then turn to Icarus and stare deep into his eyes, gauging his intentions. Judging by the deep blue hues and unwavering sense of security in his gaze, I know that it feels right…secure…
I lift up my red dress and wiggle it off me, then toss it aside. His eyes open wide, overdosing on every curve of my body. He wriggles about, adjusting himself as he enjoys the sight in front of him.
I step forward and climb onto his rock-hard body, straddling his now hard, tight crotch. His jeans can’t hide his intent toward me. We are connecting in a way that I’ve wanted for the longest of times. Now I have him. In front of me. Under me. And things are gonna get real. Right now.
I lean in and rest my glossy lips against his neck, just under his jawline. I growl as my lips dot him, leaving trails of affection along the border of where his smooth skin meets the dark stubble of his neatly trimmed beard.
My lips pass along his neck, and as I approach his Adams’ apple, I feel the blood course through his jugular, fierce and excited, aroused by my slow and tender movements. I can smell the Drakkar off his skin, and it lures my inhibitions further and further down a mystical path of euphoria.
Suddenly, I feel him lean forward and pick me up, both his hands digging into my ass.
“Left,” I respond. “Left, down here…”
I feel myself carried in his big beautiful arms toward my bedroom, and moments later, I fall onto the soft Egyptian sheets. My eyes are shut as I reach out and grasp the blanket in my hands, unsure of what will happen next…
In the moonlight through my window, I see him remove his shirt and toss it aside, his biceps two beautiful curvaceous forms in the darkness, waiting to clench me tight… He climbs onto the bed and his body pulls in close. I turn to the side and expose my neck, eager to be taken hard and lewdly.
His lips dive across my neck and he ravishes me, reddening my cheeks with his stubbly jawline. As he kisses me, I reach along and drag my fingertips up his sides, feeling every tight, defined muscle as I search for the outline of his traps. With hands now on his back, I dig my nails in, pulling him tighter to me, wanting to be taken amidst the darkest of curiosities.
My mouth hangs open as my core heats, wanting to be filled by his presence…every wonderful hard inch of it. Finally, I run my hands onto his backside and as I pull his tight ass into my body, as I generate visions of how good he looks in a pair of blue jeans. My signal worked, and he kneels up, fully prepared to handle me to the next level…
…and I will totally let him…
Luring me onto all fours, he stands at the end of my bed and slowly undoes his black leather belt. I face him and watch eagerly, swaying my ass about, teasing the fuck out of him, as I know he is all man. I’ve caught him staring at my voluptuous rear last week in the laundry room, and I’ve always wanted to feel his hands on it. Now I will make him pay, for making me wait so long.
His hands drift slow, down my back, and come to rest at my lacey underwear. I feel a slight hesitation. Not now, Icarus. Fuck, not now… I take matters into my own hands and keep the momentum going. I lean forward, and trail my tongue down his tight abs until I am literally biting the stitching of his jeans, tugging firmly to find the treasure beneath the surface.
Icarus finds my approval, and the animal subdues the gentleman in him. Finally, his hands slither under my lacey red underwear and squeeze the fuck out of my shapely ass. He feeds on my every curve as I hear faint growls drift past his lips just inches above me…
Suddenly, Icarus drops to his knees, drawing his steely member far from my mouth’s reach. But soon it’s enticement is replaced with the most sensual long, deep kisses from his perfect lips upon mine. His tongue dives down my mouth, its depth teasing me in the most delightful ways.
Then, Icarus appears as thought he can’t take it anymore. He wants to fuse himself to me in the most intimate of ways.
He stares at me hard and silent, as a single direction leaves his mouth.
I obey, and swivel slowly on my bed, biting my lip, knowing I am teasing the fuck out of the hot hunk behind me. I slowly one knee at a time, stretching my legs outside his, making it easier for him to get close…
.. and I wait…
Soon, I feel Icarus’ warm hands slither about my legs and ass, in smooth, slow swirling motions.
“I love those hands, baby.”
“Do you?” he questions… eventually lifting them away.
Suddenly, I feel the harsh hot sting of his palm making contact with my cheek. I flinch for a moment, then take in the burn of his tease on my skin…and love it. With guilty pleasure, I decide to sway my butt about…begging for more without saying a word.
It isn’t long before I feel the drift of his huge hand across my behind and then….
God, he must be reading my mind. I love being spanked like that. So naughty…
By now, my core is more than wet enough to welcome any gift he has to offer...
…and moments later, I feel my panties rip apart in his grip, and something quite hard presses firmly at my entrance. I close my eyes again and bite my lip.
…I cannot wait…
The feelings of anxiety doused with arousal bring me to new levels of elation as I feel his girthy member slowly push its way into me…inch by marvelous inch.
A squeal passes my lips as I widen my stance, taking each sweet instant to get used to his size in me. Fuck he feels good. So good. Fuck!
In the few long moments he takes to enter my moist pussy, I find he doesn’t stop his advance until his head finds my bottom, and his full length comes to rest deep inside my limits. I let out an unexpected moan. Fuck he’s big…
His hands come to rest on my hips, and a slow murmur resonates through his gut as his body begins to work my frame, over and over. The feelings of him inside me are so intense, I drop my face onto my pillow, just so I can bury my mouth in it in case I scream.
My hands reach out and forward, clenching onto my wrinkled sheets, causing my back to curve instinctively…seductively…now driving him wild with the sight of my total submission to his mastery…
Harder and harder he pushes into me, his member making my wet core ache for the thrusting of a lifetime. I picture his beautiful eyes above me, looking down on my body, taking in every inch of me. I know he loves what he sees, as his hot sensuous hands cannot stay off my body.
His fingers devour every inch of my skin as they trace across me. His touch is a drug, of immeasurable captivation, and my body, prisoner to its hold, gives every last nerve of itself to his influence.
I can no longer hold onto my feelings, and turn my head to the side, preparing for a vicious and delightful crest.
“Fuck me, Icarus. Own me good and hard!” I mutter feverishly through gritted teeth.
Icarus feels my intensity, and as our desires align, he leans forward and pulls me up off the bed into a kneeling position, pulling my body close up tight against his chest. He wraps his arms around my body and drills himself into me with a rapid succession of thrusts, stunning my g-spot.
Fighting hard to hold on, I finally buckle, and, falling limp in his arms, I clench rapidly, coming hard on the sheets. He follows me, and orgasms hard inside, pinning himself inside my tight, pulsing core.
Feeling full and alive, I continue to twitch on my bed, riding every wave of orgasm as it rips through my belly. All Icarus can do is watch me as I become the most beautiful, incredible example of pleasure he has ever laid eyes upon. A smile draws across his face as he makes his way close to me and riddles me with soft sweet kisses as I work off the last of my glorious quakes.
“Goddam, Marianne. I have no words…”
I look up at him and smile, as I feel the same. I cup his cheek in my hand and kiss his beautiful lips, not wanting the moment to ever fleet.
But I look to his eyes, and search for the words that conclude my contentment.
“For what?” he asks, wrapping my body with in his arms as he settles beside me for the night.
“For seeing the beauty in me.”
“I’m sure it’s always been there, Marianne….
…It’s always been there. And forever will be…”