Raw Accident ~ P1

i knew he wanted something… my boyfriend that is… he was being so fucking charming and sweet. he stopped by my work at lunchtime – which he never does – just to bring me a ginger beer (my favorite!) and to give me a slow, lingering, smoldering kiss which left my panties damp the rest of the work day and put a secret smile on my face that couldn’t be held back.

when i got home, i found him in the kitchen in one of my frilly aprons, and a pair of jeans that always makes me want to stare at his ass while i fantasize about doing naughty things to it – i made the mistake of telling him how that pair of jeans affected my libido once – and nothing else… no shirt or socks. he was cooking something that smelled fantastic, and i could see through the doorway into the dining room, that the table was set to perfection, with candles blazing and the seductive gleam of red wine already poured into glasses.

i put my things down, kicked off my shoes and walked up to his backside, sliding my arms around his taut midsection, under the apron, placing a kiss on his bare back between his shoulder blades as i pressed our bodies close, hugging him.
‘what’s all this for?’ i asked quizzically.

‘can’t i do something nice for the woman i love, who works too hard?’ he asked back, while turning inside my embrace, to face me and enfolding me in his comforting embrace. ‘you deserve to be treated to something special, he said earnestly while gazing at me with bold eyes that broadcast his intentions quite clearly. ‘i wish i could do something special for you every day,’ he said in a husky voice as he leaned in to kiss my legs out from under me.

i moaned into that kiss as he made me lose my willpower to stand and i became putty for him. just as my need escalated to the point where all i wanted was for him to back me into the bedroom – or fuck! the nearest wall would do – and take me, he broke it off. i was a hot panting mess.

‘dinner’s almost ready,’ he said with a knowing grin – drat that fucking irresistible (and yes, he knows exactly what he does to me) man and his irresistible fucking lips and body and wit and charm and fuck! – ‘why don’t you go in and get changed out of your work clothes?’ he asked, then looked down a bit nervously and coughed once (him? nervous?..what the hell?).

‘i..uh..laid something out for you to wear,’ he said mumbling a bit, then looking back up and spearing me with a hot, needy gaze. ‘i’d really love it if you’d wear it for me,’ he said pleadingly.

it was utterly fucking disarming, his uncharacteristic nervous fumbling, i made up my mind right there that i would wear whatever the fuck he’d laid out for me. i didn’t bloody care at that point if it was a pig suit complete with a curly tail… i could not refuse that lost puppy dog look. i was a goner for this man.

i stepped forward and place both hands on his face as i pulled us together for a quick kiss to reassure him, then i headed to the bedroom to uncover what surprises he’d left for me.

there, on the perfectly made bed, laid out precisely, were a beautiful black corset, stockings, a garter belt, long satin gloves, a satin choker with a ruby colored gemstone in the middle and a feather mask..no panties. i had never seen any of it before, it was all brand new, and beautiful.

as i began to get dressed, i could feel my nipples hardening to aching points and my pussy throbbing in time with the increasing desire flowing through my veins. dinner was going to be difficult to sit through. i just wanted him to walk in and take me right here and now. i put the finishing touches on, slipping on the heels he’d left for me at the foot of the bed, and walked out to the dining room.

he was waiting for me in just his jeans and a mask that matched mine. he eyed me appreciatively, his eyes drifting down over my body, slowly taking in every square inch of it, then back up again, just as slowly, before coming to rest in an intense, heated gaze on my own. ‘you look absolutely stunning,’ he complimented me in a voice rich with lust, ‘i want to toss all of that food i spent all afternoon making for you onto the floor and fuck you on this table, by candlelight, but we’re going to sit and eat…we’ll need the energy’ he said, moving to pull the chair out for me. good thing…his words had my legs buckling.

i sat down less than gracefully, and he pushed my chair in, leaning over me as he did so, to inhale my scent, burying his face in my neck, then placing a hot, open-mouthed kiss on my neck, where it meets with my shoulder. that kiss was responsible for me leaving a wet mess on the chair beneath me. i could care less.

he took his seat across from me. he looked like some fantasy come to life, sitting there all mysterious in his half-mask, with sculpted lips quirked in a wicked lopsided smile, and looking naked – since all i could see was his bare chest. a slight gleam there caught my eye.. the candle light reflecting off his gilded nipples – oh my god, he’d painted his nipples! more moisture leaked onto the chair…

i had a monstrous appetite, but not for any of the delicious food before me..

he lifted his glass of wine to me, and i mirrored him for a toast. ‘to a special night, with my special love,’ he said searing me with his bold, passion filled gaze as he lifted the wine to his lips and took a sip, just as i did the same.

i don’t remember much of the dinner, except that we did not speak with words through the entire meal, just hot glances.. our eyes following each fork full of food to lips, and watching each swallow of wine..

when he pulled his napkin from his lap and set it over his plate, my heart fluttered in my breast, and my stomach flipped over. i wanted to jump out of my chair, but his look told me to keep seated, so i did. he walked to the back of my chair, easily sliding it out, then reached for my hands, helping me stand. he cupped the back of my neck and kissed me so deeply i lost sense of my surroundings. i hadn’t even felt his hand leave my neck, but all of a sudden i wasn’t being kissed anymore and i was airborne, he had picked me up and was carrying me into the bedroom…

‘i want to make love to you tonight without any barriers between us,’ he said, looking into my eyes intently, as he paused on the threshold of the bedroom. ‘i need to feel your bare skin sliding against mine. i need to take you raw, and make you mine,’ he finished with a smoldering hot kiss as he draped me over the bed and followed up by laying the entire length of his body over mine, nesting himself between my legs, the rough edges of his jeans, where his erection strained to get out, abrading my sensitive, uncovered pussy. i moaned with the contact.

‘please say yes,’ he begged.

to be continued…