Free Save the Night for Me by Selena Sexton Page B

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lady will have...?” His voice was warm and deep, with a hint of an accent. Eastern
European?
    “Bellini,” she breathed, lost in his eyes,
not even pausing to question why this utter stranger would be buying her a
drink without so much as an introduction. It just felt natural.
    “I'm Tomas,” he said, extending his hand.
    “Nina”, she responded. When she put her
hand out for a shake, he gracefully caught it and raised it to his lips. His
touch was electric to her; she was struck with an almost painful need for him
as he gazed up at her through that fringe of black lashes. She wanted to be
crushed to his chest, his hands wound in her hair, pulling her head back,
controlling her. She felt herself flushing slightly and tried not to tremble.
    There was some chitchat about his being in
the city on business and her waiting on a train, but she barely remembered
that; it was more about the ease and swiftness with which they found themselves
upstairs in his hotel room, his removing and hanging their coats and his suit
jacket up with some decorum, then simply surrendering to their desires. Still
in the entryway to the room, He put her up against the wall in the exact way
she had fantasized, crushing his body against hers with insistent need as he
kissed her, sensually, teasingly, dancing the tip of his tongue along hers,
sucking her lower lip in a bit and biting it lightly as his hands roamed her
body.
    He traced kisses down the side of her neck
as he ran his hands down her thighs, found the hem of her black jersey dress,
and began slide the fabric up, skimming the curves of her bottom with his
fingers as he passed over her smooth skin. “So soft,” he breathed against her
neck,” I want to feel every bit of your softness against me. You are like the
petals of a flower.” Nina quivered with pleasure and sighed, “Take anything you
want from me; I can withhold nothing from you.” He uttered a low purr of
satisfaction in response.
    She was as busy as he was, loosening his
tie and slipping it off over his head, then unbuttoning his shirt and slipping
that off as their tongues flirted and darted into each other's mouths. She
lifted her arms so that he could lift her dress up and over her head, and then
he returned the favor as she removed his tee shirt, revealing a wonderfully
muscled torso. Every inch of him was chiseled perfection; it made her want to
run her tongue over every inch of his body. “Ohhh...you are so perfect, so
strong,” she said in wonder. “It's all for you, Nina,” he said, taking her face
in his hands and kissing her tenderly, then passionately.
    “And look at you, my lovely: What pleasure
you give me to see,” he said, gazing at her in admiration, as well: The swell
of her breasts in the plunging black underwire bra, the sensual curve of her
belly above the black satin panties, and her long, firmly-muscled legs excited
his desires fully. He stepped back toward her, taking her against him so that
he could feel her soft skin pressed warm and lush against his strong, hard
body. He felt somewhat cool to the touch as she ran her hands along his back,
but only slightly; she felt so feverish with desire that it was a soothing
sensation. His arms crushed her in a powerful embrace. He was so strong! She
yielded to him, willing to be completely dominated by his need for her.
    As they continued to kiss and explore each
other, he slipped the satin straps of her bra over her shoulders and deftly
pulled her breasts out of the cups. He ran his hands over her, cupping the
generous swell of her bosom in a gentle squeeze and brushing her stiff pink
nipples with his fingertips, then rolling the tips between his thumbs and
forefingers, sending delicious sensations through her like an electrical
charge, straight to her private areas. She could feel the throbbing between her
legs, and her panties were getting quite soaked with her juices.
    She moaned in pleasure as he manipulated
her hard little nipples, and then