I’d pulled out all the stops for my visit to the pub where I’d met him two days ago. My basic black cocktail dress stopped four inches above my knees, legs clad in dangerous thigh-high black stockings atop my patent black, five-inch heels. I’d plucked and painted ever so delicately, and my hair was a dark riot of full, shining curls. The dress showed a modest amount of cleavage, enough to draw Edward’s attention right away. The silver, two-inch hoops, dangling from my lobes, set off the whole effect, catching the occasional bright light of the pub and flashing it back into the eyes of whomever might be looking.
“Don’t you look dangerous?” Edward said in his flat, American accent, stepping toward me, clearly excited.
“I fancy a bit of danger tonight,” I joked. We’d had a bit of nuzzle and peck a couple of nights ago, when we’d met in this same pub. His green eyes sparkled then like gems and that’s what had drawn me to him in the first place. But I’d steeled myself and made good my escape before falling for his charms.
“Let him wonder,” I kept thinking to myself for most of Wednesday. I had wanted to take him home and bed him on the Tuesday night, but I’m a good girl, well… usually, and don’t generally do that sort of thing.
Edward took both of my hands in his and locked those dazzling green eyes on mine, “Is it okay to hope you’ve come looking for me?”
“Bloody cheeky, aren’t you, Yank?” I laughed, teasing and sticking out my chin. “I’ve come round for a pint and some conversation, that’s all.”
“But you are glad to see me, just the same.”
I glanced away before turning my eyes slowly back into his, looking at him in a sideways manner, as if his personality would overwhelm me, “Yes, I am glad to see you, Edward.”
He was here on holiday from the States. Not much older than a boy, really. But he was a gorgeous young man, and one I decided that I had to have before he left the coming weekend. He was lodging at Morven MacKinnon’s boarding place, just down the street. If I had my way, she wouldn’t be seeing much of him over the next four days.
He ordered his pint and we sat at a small table in the corner, next to the hearth.
“Tell me everything,” I ordered. “Are you married?”
“Divorced,” he said, rather miserably. “But I have a wonderful eight year-old daughter who I get to see pretty regularly.” His eyes lit up when he mentioned her, “Isabella Amanda.”
“That sounds like a good catholic name, Spanish?”
“Her mother is from Venezuela.”
“You have a girlfriend, then?”
He shook his head, “I’m afraid I’m still in love with Amanda’s mother.”
“That has to make things awkward.”
He shrugged, “I committed. When do I fall, I fall hard and for a long time.”
“We don’t have a long time, though, do we, Edward? Just four days and you'll be gone.”
He looked at me as though I'd slapped his face. “Yes, but…” he stopped.
“Don’t be daft, darling,” I said. “Of course I came looking for you. I don’t get dolled up like this for just any old night in the pub. I have you in my sights and I intend to have you.”
“You’re not serious?” his eyes were wide.
“Down your pint and follow me to my cottage,” I instructed. “You’ll see if I’m serious soon enough.”
He looked unsure, “Just like that?”
“What do you want? Hearts and flowers? Trumpets and violins?” I laughed, shaking my head so my hair would shimmer in front of him. “It doesn’t work that way, dear. We take the good that comes along and suck the juice out of it for as long as we can.” I paused to take a sip from my glass, then teased, “Or maybe you’re not interested in an older woman like me?”
“You’re not old! God!” he burst. “I just thought, I mean… you’re so beautiful and classy. Surely you’re in a relationship or something?”
“Not at the moment,” I said, lifting my clutch bag from the back of my chair, preparing to stand. “You’re the good that’s come along and I mean to suck the juice out of you for the next four days, if you’re interested that is?”
“Hell, yes!” he almost shouted.
“There's one condition, though,” I said, putting my lips next to his ear. “I’ll fuck you and suck you until you scream for mercy. But the one mention of the ‘L’ word and you’re out on your arse. I’ll not tolerate any of that mushy crap. We are going to fuck each other senseless, without falling in fucking love.”
“I can do that,” he said, sounding much more sure of himself than I actually was.
We went out into the cool evening air and began the short stroll towards my cottage. My heels clicked on the paving stones as we walked.
The door, as usual, was unlocked. I pushed it open and walked in, turning to place my purse on the table in the hallway.
“Some cottage,” Edward said, with an admiring grin.
It was, in fact, a fairly substantial, two-storey house with a small garden and a wooden fence, which separated it from the road. It was cozy without being tiny. In the way seamen call ships ‘boats’, we called our rather large home a cottage.
“We have our terms,” I smiled. “It helps us keep our humility.”
“It’s very nice,” he said, looking around the comfortable living room.
“Come in and make yourself at home,” I invited. “Personally, I like the sofa with the lambskin throw. I’ll join you there in a few moments, after I freshen up and get us some wine.” As I walked toward the bathroom beyond the kitchen, I continued, “I usually I like a white wine, but tonight, I think something red and a little heady. What can I get for you?”
“Whatever you’re having will be fine,” he called after me, as I walked through to the small kitchen.
I smiled to myself. I’ve got him! He would follow me to Hell and back. He was mine.
A tiny thrill shot through me, becoming a warm, roiling sensation where I knew he would be entering me later that night.
We sipped the Cabernet in near silence. He commended the wine as he sat at an angle on the lambskin throw so that he could look at me.
“Do I intrigue you, Edward?” I asked, half-teasing.
“Yeah,” he answered, with that annoying American shorthanded informality. “Intrigued is a good word for it.”
“Excellent,” I smiled at him. “I promise you that you’ll have all the goods, know all the answers if you will stay with me.”
“I have a room,” he said.
“Yes, you told me. We can either send around for your kit or let you loose to collect it?”
“Okay. It’s just like, toothbrush and razor. I mean, that’s assuming I’m staying the night?”
“Not just tonight, darling,” I cooed. “I mean to keep you entertained for as long as you wish. Did you have other plans?”
“Not really, I was just taking it day by day.”
“That’s the best way to manage all situations; day-by-day, hour-by-hour, or minute-by-minute.” I took a long sip of my wine, enjoying the warmth of the liquid on my tongue as I let it slide down the back of my throat. “Like cum,” I mused, “only a little thinner.”
“Shall we go?” I asked my new admirer.
“Go?” he appeared genuinely confused.
“The bedroom is on the next level, dear. Are you ready?”
“I’m, uh, yeah. Sure. I guess?”
“Did you think that I'd brought you here for something else?” I chuckled lightly, standing with my wine glass in hand. “We’re here to fuck, dear Edward. I’m ready. Are you?”
“You’re certainly direct,” he observed, as he followed me up the stairs.
“No point in beating about the bush,” I said. “It's a waste of time.”
My heels clicked across the hardwood, as I crossed the room to the nightstand and table lamp. The room was bathed in a soft, amber glow when I switched on the small light under the parchment shade. I turned away from Edward as I pulled back the duvet cover, quilt and sheet, which covered the massive bed, in three equal folds. I turned on my heel to face him, reaching my hands behind my neck to slide the zip down the back of my little black cocktail dress.
“You’ve done this before?” he asked softly.
“What? Fucked?” I chuckled, “ Once or twice. You’re falling behind.”
“What should I do?”
“Come and help me with my zip, if you wouldn’t mind?”
“I’d love to!”
“Then you can get naked for me.” I turned my back and felt his fingers find and ease the zipper down my back. The view of my thin, black bra strap would give him something to think about as he removed his own clothes. I shrugged the dress off my shoulders, tugged it down my hips and stepped out of it, gently laying it over the chair. I turned, clad only in heels, stockings, black bikini panties and brassiere, to watch my soon-to-be lover as he disrobed. I smiled as his trousers dropped and revealed a thickening cock, growing under his briefs. He wasn’t going to be massive, I could see, but he’d do, and quite nicely too.
“Come to me, lover,” I urged, in what I knew was a panther-like purr of both invitation and demand.
“God, you’re beautiful!” he gasped, striding across the floor, his still-growing cock bouncing in front of him.
“Hmmm,” I purred again. “And should we leave on the stockings and heels and shed the rest?”
“That would be very sexy,” he admitted.
“Yes, I thought you’d like that,” I cooed, snapping the catch off my bra and carelessly tossing it onto a chair. I grabbed the waistband of my panties and tugged them off, until I stood in front of Edward, almost naked, almost.
“I know we said no ‘L’ word, Edward,” I said softly. “But, I’d quite like it if you would kiss me as though we were lovers?”
His lips were on mine in an instant and I felt my breasts crushing against his chest. His cock pressed against my abdomen and his arms wrapped around me in such a passionate embrace that I sensed the moment was loaded with emotional peril.
“This young man is going to love me,” I thought, “and I’m going to hate him for it.”
Still, I surrendered, my arms finding the warmth of his body as his tender lips and tongue worked on my mouth in soft, sweet caresses that nearly drew my soul out of me and into him. I tasted the wine and another unidentified flavor that would ever be ‘just Edward’.
After a few moments of this oral onslaught, I managed to place my palms on his shoulders and gently push him back. I was gasping as his lips released me, and my own dark eyes stared into his green oceans, as I tried to assess where he had brought me in just a few short seconds.
“Mercy!” I whispered harshly. “Have mercy on me, Edward.” I realized that he’d consumed me, taken control, all in the space of sixty seconds.
“You brought us here,” he rumbled, “And now I want you desperately.”
“There’s no rush, my darling,” I murmured into his mouth. “I want to savor your taste, your touch, the feel of you under my fingers, lips and tongue.”
The growl he let out was one of surrender, and I knew I was back in control, but only just.
I sucked his bottom lip between mine, testing it gently with my teeth. I smiled as he groaned and I felt his hardness twitch between us. My fingers pressed along his strong shoulders and down his arms. I had a target in mind for my hands and made the transfer from his elbows, where his arms bent to hold me to him, to his waist. I felt the firm muscles under his smooth skin as our tongues slid slickly across one another, sucking and licking, pressing and testing.
I eased away an inch or two, to give my hands room to maneuver between us. My fingers touched his manhood and I felt the heat of his sex underneath them. I heard him moan as I wrapped him in my tender embrace, not pulling or tugging, but simply holding him, firmly and gently in my grasp.
“Oh, Jesus!” he breathed into my mouth, as if in agony.
“I want this, Edward,” I whispered. “Sit on the bed for me so that I can have what I want.”
He eased himself down, his fingers trailing across my shoulders, gently sweeping over the swell of my breasts, until they finally came to rest on either side of my waist. His brilliantly green eyes had gone smoky and dark, from emeralds to a hunter green.
“What is it you want?” he asked as if in desperation to please.
“This,” I whispered, lowering myself into a delicate genuflection in front of him.
Both of my hands gripped him more firmly and I guided his man-flesh to my lips. The tiny pearl of liquid at the tip did not prevent me from delivering a tender kiss to his cock. My tongue merely lapped up the slick offering. I spread my fingers wide and pressed him to my lips, tenderly kissing and tonguing the length of him. His fingers laced into my hair and I smiled, he wanted this as much as I did. As I kissed and licked back towards the tip, my right hand grasped the root more firmly. The last kiss never ended, I just allowed my lips to part and the head to slide between them. Edward moaned and I hummed; the joint melody like in the opening bars of a marvelous symphony of delight.
We were there. This was the sex that I craved.
I felt the rubbery pressure of his cock pressing into the roof of my mouth. I rubbed my tongue along the underside, licking and tasting his essence. My lips parted as they slid down the length of him, and I sucked his fleshy morsel deeper into my mouth. My mind was swirling with the sensation of his marvelous rod, stretching my lips, surrendering to my tongue and filling my mouth. I lashed him with my tongue, as my fingers sought out his sac, making him groan in ecstatic agony once more.
“I can’t hold back much longer.” he gasped. “You’re going to make me cum!”
“Umm-hmmm,” I hummed in agreement. That was, after all, the general idea. But unlike some who were less attuned, I neither increased my pace nor my intensity, I simply continued to envelope and gorge myself on the marvelous meat I’d captured. The few minutes I’d had him had already brought me such delight, and yet such yearning to feel and drink his essence as he surrendered and let me be fulfilled.
“I mean it,” he begged.
“So do I,” I thought.
He groaned heavily, hips lifting off the bed and I felt the first contraction of his rod.