Unexpected

Chapter 13

The bar was three blocks away from the restaurant. When they walked in they were greeted with loud music and the chatter of many voices. The bar was packed. Brian looked at her and asked if she wanted to go somewhere else.

"No, this is fine," she smiled at him.

They made their way to the bar, Brian scanning the room for a vacant table as they walked. Nothing was open. At the bar he ordered them both a beer and they went to stand near a table that looked like it was soon to be vacated.

They tried to talk but it was so loud they were practically screaming at each other. Once they had finished their beer they decided to leave. When they stepped outside their ears were ringing.

"Now what?" he asked her.

"Do you want to go back to my place? I have music. And alcohol. And cats."

She knew that last part would convince him. He smiled.

"Sure, let's do it."

They made their way back to the restaurant and Brian gave the valet his ticket. As soon as his car came they were off.

Upon entering her apartment they were greeted by her cats. Brian's face lit up immediately. Melanie hung up her coat and offered him a drink.

"What do you want? I have beer, wine..."

"Beer is fine," he said.

He sat down on the couch and she handed him a beer. She put some music on and sat down next to him, kicking off her shoes. He put a hand on her knee and slowly moved it up to her thigh, under her dress.

"Not wasting any time tonight," she smiled at him.

"I've missed you. I've missed these lips," he said, leaning over to kiss her, never taking his hand off her leg. "And this neck," he said, moving his mouth down to kiss her neck. "And this hair," he said, putting his other hand on the back of her head and pulling her lips to his again.

He suddenly pulled away from her and took a long pull from his beer bottle. "But enough of that. What do you want to talk about?"

He had barely finished his sentence before her hands were in his hair and her lips were on his. He parted his lips immediately to take in her tongue. He loved doing this dance with her. He put an arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. She smelled good and he couldn't tell if it was her perfume or her hair.

She pulled away from him and smiled.

"I'll be right back," she said, getting up and taking a drink of her beer before leaving the room.

She was only gone for a couple of minutes and when she came back she was wearing a purple lace halter babydoll. She stood and watched as his mouth fell open. A devilish smile spread across her face.

He seemed to have lost the ability to speak. All he could do was stare at her. She slinked over to him and sat on his lap. She put a finger under his chin, pushing his mouth closed.

"Cat got your tongue?"

He struggled to form a sentence, the words getting jumbled in his brain. For a split second she actually thought something might be wrong with him, but then he lifted a hand and ran his fingers along the lace, tracing down from her shoulder to her breast.

"Do you like it?" she asked. He nodded.

"You are so fucking hot right now. I want to rip that off of you and fuck you into next week, but I love seeing you in it and I'm not ready for it to come off yet."

She eyed him, knowing what she wanted to do but not sure how to bring it up. It was a fantasy she had thought about many times, but had never done. Adam had not been the adventurous type in the bedroom. That was one thing she definitely didn't miss about him.

"You strike me as the kind of guy who has a lot of experience in the bedroom. I mean, you certainly know what you're doing."

His finger was still tracing the lace and he was staring at her chest longingly. He looked up at her and said "Yeah, yes, I mean..."

She put a finger to his lips. "Are you down for some fun before we get to it?" she asked, reaching down and gently rubbing him. He was already hard.

"Yeah, I am. What do you have in mind?"

"Come with me."

She stood and grabbed one of his hands, pulling him behind her to the bedroom. A couple of candles had been lit on the dresser and the covers had been turned down. They stood in front of her bed and she reached up and pulled off his jacket. She hung it on the doorknob and went back to unbutton his shirt. She went slow, knowing he wanted her to hurry up so they could get to fucking.

Once his shirt was off she put her hands on his chest and ran her fingers through his chest hair and over his nipples. He reached for the back of her head, to pull her in for a kiss, but she stopped him.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. You aren't allowed to touch me."

She pushed him down on the bed and instructed him to lay down. He kicked off his shoes and did so. She climbed on top of him, straddling him around his stomach, and reached up under the pillow his head was now resting on. She pulled out a black silk scarf and grabbed one of his hands.

When he realized what she was doing he began to protest. "This isn't fair. How are you going to deny me the use of my hands? I need to feel you."

"All in due time," she said to him with a smile.

Once his wrists were gently secured to the headboard she inched back down his body and unfastened his belt, going as slow as possible. He squirmed, and she smiled, her eyes locked on his.

She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled them off, leaving his boxers on. She then took off his socks and tossed them on the floor. She moved to the end of the bed and sat between his legs. He watched her in anticipation. He didn't know how long she intended to keep him tied up but he was certain he wouldn't last long.