More and More

**VII.

After dinner and a brief stroll on the beach, we returned to our suite. I sat outside on the balcony while he got himself comfortable. I propped my feet up in one of the chairs and just enjoyed the view and breeze. One of the reasons I loved being out here was the glorious weather, much different than how things were back home. After a few minutes he came to join me. "I tell you what, I really do feel a lot more serene since being here," I told him without looking over. "You sure that isn't the four glasses of wine taking over?" he chuckled. "I deserved each and every drop. And probably more. It's absolutely insane, Michael I tell you. Was your ex this problematic during your break up?" He shook his head. "In some regard but not really; she pretty much owned up to what it was she did. She did, however, make me feel just terrible by saying someone her age was not used to celibacy. She had been married before herself, and was a bit older than I, maybe 6 years. She was interested in things that I thought I should wait off on. I mean at the time a 28-year-old practicing such a skillset I thought would be admirable, especially trying to gain trust in a woman. She saw a different side of that. She didn't want to call off everything, but I felt that two years went down the drain. She admitted to what she did, but she wanted to pretend the infidelity was not there. I cut her off and my friend as well." I cringed at the thought of Sam trying to sleep with one of my friends. I didn't blame Michael. "No, you didn't deserve that at all. It's insane you had to go through all that. So in terms of the celibacy, you continued that lifestyle until...us?" He nodded, sipping from a glass of wine. "I didn't see a point in sleeping with random women, not anymore. I wanted to settle down with someone. And the more I look at that situation, she just wanted it all the time, and didn't really cater to my needs outside of that. I had maybe two other semi-serious relationships where I didn't pay attention to anything but the sex. So quite honestly, I learned to balance the two; the intimacy and pleasure from way before, and the overall relationship with her. Now it's...just about bringing the two together." While I wasn't any of his past lovers, I admired his growth. Perhaps we're hurt in order to be perfect for who we are supposed to be connected to. I wasn't trying to think of wedding bells after a few months, but it's an Aquarian trait. I enjoyed these intellectual and thorough conversations with Michael, they were not only thought provoking but enticing. And it gave me a reason to keep my brain on what would happen next, sometimes completely zoning out on him. The sexual tension was always there, it just needed a reason to be released.

By around midnight, we were still on the balcony talking, with nearly another half bottle of wine depleted. "I have a question for you; for how long did you have interest in me?" I inquired. He let out a quick snicker to himself. He was slightly intoxicated, as was I. "Well, probably since I started. We always worked closely, and it was hard to simply keep my attraction innocent, especially once my engagement was called off. You'd hardly speak about Sam and I may have seen him at a company dinner once or twice, and I knew how inappropriate it would be to act on it." I smiled-turned-smirked at his disclosure. "So it was certainly since you started?" He laughed softly, noticing my buzzed repetition. "Yes, since you hired me. I always thought of you as attractive, there was never any getting around that. It was just...the things I wanted to do to you. And I'm not shallow or focused only on a woman's body. I was already smitten by your mind and personality. But the rest of you always did a number on me." I was becoming more and more turned on by the minute. Soon, it would've been hard to keep my composure. "What about you? You obviously saw something you liked," he stared at me with aphrodisia. "I was already in a shitty situation, so I wanted to keep things as personal as possible. I treated you as I would any other man in that office. I couldn't straight up cheat on Sam. I always thought you were undoubtedly handsome and charming. It wasn't until I'd be home, by myself as usual, and...thoughts would arise." He got more interested. "Thoughts such as..?" I giggled, usually a symptom of mines when alcohol took over. "I'd...be with Sam and my mind would just race." His brow raised in interest. "Tell me more..." I shrugged becoming more embarrassed and giddy as I spilled out some of my most inner thoughts and confessions. "I'd be thinking of you..while I was with him. I suppose it was kinda like cheating but my heart, body and mind had been gone for months at that point. And...while it didn't do much because he was becoming terrible, it did enough." He smirked at me, running his hand thru his hair. "That's...I'm flattered like hell, Jas, I'm serious," he chuckled. I giggled as well, just staring lustfully. My body couldn't take any more of this torture; I need him right now.

Before I could blink good, I had him against the wall, forcefully removing his clothes while in a suffocating kiss. It hadn't took long for me to feel his arousal against me, which was holding me in an imprisonment of passion. Forgetting about the buttons on his shirt, I literally ripped it open and the buttons fell where they willed. I was onto his pants next, but couldn't concentrate when I felt his hand slip underneath my dress and into my panties. I wailed out in ecstasy at his touch. I ended up not being able to undo his zipper, as he rubbed me into oblivion. I was already fairly wet before we started so this was making things much worse, or better. He devoured my neck while he continued and held onto my thigh for dear life. There was no restraining the lioness in me tonight. This man was freeing my body that had been chained up for so long due to control. My face was secured to his flesh, kissing, sucking and biting my pleasure away. My cries couldn't be contained, no, not tonight. This was truly what I needed, what we needed. And I wasn't going to stop.

Michael walked me over, with his hand still pleasuring me, to the bed and gently yet forcibly laid me down. He stopped briefly to remove my dress and continue once again, but I was well ready for him. "I'm coming! please baby you've gotta let me up!!" He apparently only heard the part of me near my release, because he never released his hold on me. I didn't mind, but it brought out a sexual frustration that had never quite been unleashed. Once I had released, I moved his hand, panting loud. I sat up and watched him suck on the finger that had caused me all the trouble, while he bore a devilish grin. I grabbed him by his pants and without question began to return the favor. I teased him, starting up quickly and stopping altogether. I watched his knees buckle in painful lust, not being able to understand my cruel and unusual punishment. "What're you doing this for..?" he exclaimed out of breath. "Because," I spoke in a low sensual tone, "when I ask you to do something, it's in your best interest that you do so." I pulled him to me and removed his pants and boxers in one swift movement. I got up and demanded him on the bed, to which he obeyed. I instantly straddled his long, delicate body, carefully placing myself down on him. Nothing could stop my hips from that moment forward. I was going to give him something he would never forget, and frankly, something he wouldn't be able to find in any other woman. He grabbed a hold of my waist as loud pants and moans escaped his lips, turning me on even more than before. I held onto his shoulders for balance, not ceasing my labor of love. This man brought out the sheer animal in me, and I couldn't stop if my life depended on it. I worked and grinded my hips while he wailed in pleasure; my head reared back as it was more than even I could handle. Michael then realized he needed to take over, rolling us over to take charge once again. He and I were very quick and close to our release, so he held onto me tight and sped up with his thrusts. I may have been in a drunken-lust filled stupor, but I would never forget it. Eventually, the end came, for that particular round. Our night and wee hours of the morning was filled with passionate love making.