Larissa opened the door languidly, sighing as she entered her house. A note, a single piece of blank paper, lay folded neatly in half at the center of the coffee table. Larissa walked over and picked up the note and read it’s contents, her heart beating rapidly at the sight of the simple, yet meaningful words.
You’ve been away for so long, and I know what you truly want. Don’t I always? Meet me at my place.
The note didn’t even have to be signed for Larissa to know who it was. Justin always knew what she wanted. Their relationship was completely secret, to those that they shared acquaintances with, they were completely plutonic. However, to each other, both had desires only the other could fulfill. Larissa threw down her purse, only grabbing her keys to make her exit. The ride to his house was a blur, the streets and lights mixed with passionate thoughts of being in Justin’s arms. She stepped quickly to the front door of the Victorian style mansion, slightly shaking as she reached for the door, which was already open a crack. Every experience with Justin was Earth-shattering, and she highly anticipated this as she pushed the door open, walking into the dim, candelabra lit foyer.
Larissa reveled in the beauty of her surroundings, her mind straying for a few split seconds to admire the beautiful house and the scent of the woodwork permeating her senses. She began the journey upstairs, walking slowly as if she couldn’t let the scene go. Reaching the red velour carpeted hallway, her ears finally caught the sounds of classical music flowing from deep within the house, echoing through her head and setting her nerves on fire. Justin knew exactly what she wanted, and never failed to give it to her.
She walked toward the massive library, where she expected him to be. He was always in his study, gazing out the massive windows in melancholy speculation. As she reached the large oak doors, she paused before pushing them. His presence was already there, even though she heard no footsteps. Larissa felt his warm breath on the back of her neck, sending shivers down her spine.
“How was your flight?” His meaningless words were barely a whisper, as she felt his fingertips softly grace the length of her arms. Larissa’s breathing was already erratic as she dared to turn around.
“Fine…” Her deep brown eyes met his crystal blue ones as she looked up. Justin leaned into Larissa so slowly that her lips could not expect their meeting, and before she knew, his velvety tongue brushed against her own, and she melted into his embrace, allowing his arms to steady her frame, drawing her closer. Justin pulled away slightly with a soft kiss on the lips, and ran his fingertips over Larissa’s cheek, her eyes closing at the sensation. They stood there for a moment, her chest brushing against his with every breath.
Slipping out of each other’s arms, Justin took her hand and led her to his bedroom. Larissa was the first to step in, noticing the black cascading satin sheets catching the moonlight and radiating throughout the room. He only stood there, his eyes gleaming.
“Justin…” she pleaded, before she was taken into his arms, Justin’s hands slowly removing each article of clothing from her lithe body, replacing every piece of fabric with tiny kisses, on her arms, her stomach, and then her bare breasts. After worshipping her body with his mouth, he began to remove his clothing. He pulled his shirt and shoes off, and Larissa walked over to him immediately, pushing his hands away from his pants and beginning to unbutton them herself. He stood looking down at Larissa, watching her trembling fingers undo each button on his slacks. She succeeded and pushed his pants down along with his underwear, leaving both of them completely exposed to one another. Justin reached down to caress the smooth skin of Larissa’s stomach.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” He breathed, reaching his other free hand to her cheek, grasping it softly. Larissa reveled in his touch, her hands wandering to the hard skin of his chest, the muscles tightening beneath.
“Countless times…” She reached up and planted a kiss on his collarbone, her hands inching lower by the second. Unexpectedly, he grasped her arms, spinning Larissa around. Justin placed kisses on the nape of her neck while guiding her toward the lavishly decorated bed, spinning her around once more, his body weight pushing them both down on the slick sheets. He moved to be on top of her, Larissa’s body writhing in response to his warm skin. She could feel his erection pushing into her thigh, and she yearned to feel him inside. His mouth hungrily overtook hers as he caressed her breasts, every touch sending electric sensations throughout her body. He moved lower, replacing his hands with his tongue, leaving no part of Larissa’s torso unexplored. All he received were desperate moans in response to his unyielding torture. Larissa gripped him roughly by his shoulders, her desperation and need taking effect. “Please…” She whimpered, burning with desire that only Justin could fulfill.
He responded by entering her slowly, Larissa arching her back at the feel of his thickness overtaking her. He took her hands above her head and into his own as he began to move slowly in and out.
“You feel so divine.” Justin breathed into her neck as he started to move faster, and Larissa managed a slight whimper as a reply. He reached down and pushed her legs apart further as he thrusted, his fingers roughly massaging the smooth skin of her thighs. Larissa could only gasp as she took him in all the way, her hands now free to move across his broad shoulders. His movements became harder and rougher, and Larissa, unable to hold back, began to dig her fingernails into his toned back, the mixture of pleasure and pain becoming unbearable. She was absolutely being tortured by his languid movements.
He placed his hands on either side of her head, now moving with some quickness, the intensity of him moving inside of her almost unbearable. It was a pain that she so longed for, a pain that brought release. He looked into her eyes once before he moved down to kiss her, his tongue intertwining with hers slowly, as he grinded into her quickly, the complete contrast almost confusing Larissa as she tried to keep pace with his hips. A layer of sweat began to accumulate across their bodies, and both of their breathing could be heard as they continued to work. Larissa threw her head back onto the pillow as she felt her orgasm begin to overtake her, the rush of warmth spreading through her body like wildfire, causing her to arch her body into his embrace. He gave a couple more thrusts, and soon followed suit.
“You are so amazing.” Larissa whispered as she came off her high, playing with a strand of his damp hair. He still lay on her, not wanting to pull himself out yet, relishing the feel of the moment.
“No matter what, we can always share this feeling…” Justin responded, finally moving out of her and laying by her side. He kissed her softly on her forehead, and reached down to pull a sheet over her glistening body. “I love you…”
