One Night


What the hell was she doing in front of his apartment? She was leaving just to
get away from him, so why the hell was she here.. Dammit! She knew perfectly
well why. She hesitated for a moment, then pulled herself together and rang
the doorbell. She wanted and she had waited long enough. She squared her
shoulders and waited. The door opened.

"Lia!" It sounded to her as if the very way he said her name was steeped in
promises. He stepped aside and allowed her to pass through. She turned to face
him and their eyes locked. They both knew why she was here.

Mesmerized, she gazed at him, intrigued by the clouding of his eyes. He
reached for her hand, lifted it to his lips and kissed her fingers seductively
all the while looking over at her through those sensational violet eyes. She
didn't say anything, she didn't have to say anything.

She stepped forward confidently into his arms to meet his kiss, the romance of
the moment changing in a flash into while-hot passion. How long had they they
waited for this? Forever. Now she thirsted for his kisses, her hand slipping
into his hair, stroking the silken strands she loved so much. Hot sparks of
pleasure shot through her body, straight to her inner core, forming a sharp
pain there which she instinctively knew only he could stop.

No strings attached. That was the deal. It seemed so cold-blooded but she
desired him with an urgency that couldn't be ignored. His hand slipped up from
his waist to the underside of her breast. She gasped as it came alive at his
touch, little shivers of pleasure running through her. She was spiraling down
a whirlpool and in a few moment, she knew that she would not be able to deny
him anything. He suddenly stopped kissing her and gazed into her face, his
hand coming up to stroke her cheek.

"Do you want me?", he asked softly, knowing full well the answer but needing
to hear it anyway. Lia's lips bruised by his kisses whispered wretchedly
"Yes." He drew a sharp breath and then framed her face with his hands and
murmured so softly that she could barely hear him.

"I want you more than any woman I've ever known. I want to touch you like a
lover and not like a friend. Once this happens, there can't be any going
back."

"I know", she whispered as she leant forward to capture his lips. He swept her
up, carrying her to the fireplace, setting her gently down on the soft Angora
rug. He gazed into her face intently.

Something was wrong. It was unspoken by very real. Intuitively, Sam knew that
she was holding part of herself back from him. Dammit! He needed to touch her.
Body, mind AND soul. He needed her to want him as much as he wanted her.
Nothing less would do, he promised himself.

He lifted a finger and very deliberately outlined the shape of her lips,
lovingly following its contours. She parted her lips slightly, inviting his
touch, her eyes seducing him. He slipped his hands into her hair, feeling the
heady silk of it slipping through his fingers.

Fascinated her watched as she unbuttoned his shirt overcoming her fears as she
pushed it off his shoulders. She let her eyes wander down him as she had done
once before. How she had longed to touch him then, never knowing that she
would find the courage to do it. She let her hands drift from his shoulders
into the silky pelt of dark curls on his chest, feeling him shudder as she
tugged the hairs gently.

He reached for her, kissing her hard on the mouth while he pulled her zip
down. He let his lips burn a fiery trail of kisses down her neck as she threw
back her head, letting him have full access to her. His hand pushed the dress
off her shoulders, kissing the exposed skin as he did so. The dress slid off,
leaving her in her bra and panties, the firelight casting golden shadows on
her skin.

"Sam", she whispered urgently through her bruised lips. "I know.", he answered
softly, pushing her down onto the rug. Her hands traced the hard muscles of
his back, memorizing the hard planes of his body, slipping downwards to mould
the curve of his buttocks. He traced the edge of her bra with fiery kisses,
before sinking his face in the perfumed valley of her breasts.

Suddenly, the memory of her rape popped into her mind. The knife! Her body
stiffened slightly, making Sam raise his head to look at her. Ruthlessly, she
pushed the memories away, knowing that it would be different this time. Her
body was finally ready to accept another man..

"Sam, make love to me." With a groan, he claimed her lips once again, a
promise of what was to come.

His hand stroked upwards to cup her breast. She gave a little cry as her nails
dug into his back. His thumb gently flicked her nipple, making her gasp
uncontrollably as an electric shock ran through the body. Immediately, the
little bud hardened, pushing against the flimsy lace of her bra. Within
seconds, he had pulled it off her, revealing the delicate swell of her
breasts.

"My God. You are exactly as I imagined!", he groaned before letting his lips
travel up the creamy slopes of her breasts. Her exquisite nipples jutted forth
inviting his touch while the fire cast dancing shadows on her pale skin. His
mouth claimed one hard bud, tantalizing it as he nibbled and teased it with
his lips, driving her wild with longing as he continued with exquisite
torture. The suddenly the teasing lover was gone. Instead he whipped up a
storm of sensations as he sucked on her straining peak harder and harder.
Gasping, she arched towards him as red-hot lightning bolts shot straight to
her groin where she felt the moistness start up.

She shut her eyes, letting herself feel the intense pleasure he was giving
her. But God!, she wanted more, so much more! She raked her nails down his
back, making him shudder and kiss her other straining nipple. "Dear God!", she
cried, her fingers weaving themselves in his hair, as she drowned in the
wonderful tang of expensive aftershave and the scent of his body.

He could feel her heart thudding beneath his hand, fluttering like a trapped
bird. He let his hands drift downwards, fastening on the remaining piece of
her underwear, drawing the soaked fabric down her legs. Hypnotized by the
sheer beauty he had unveiled, he drew back to remove the rest of her clothes,
his eyes never once leaving her.

She propped herself up on her elbows, drinking in the sight of his intense
masculine beauty. His body slim and tanned, perfectly formed with not a spare
inch anywhere. Her lover. Her man, she thought possessively as she reached up
to pull him down.

He covered her body with his, molding her to him. Flesh on flesh, with no
barriers. Touching, learning, discovering. No words were necessary, only the
magic that held them trapped existed. His hands slid between her thighs,
stroking the petal soft skin, insistently parting them to his questing hands.
When fingers finally slid between her moist lips, she gasped then clutched him
as he touched her at the most sensitive place of all. Her heart sped up as she
lost herself in the spell his skillful hands were weaving around her.

His lips replaced his hands, his tongue probing her insistently, driving her
half crazy as he held her frantically straining body steady under him. Again
and again he brought her to the edge of climax, letting her have a glimpse of
ecstasy before suddenly stopping.

"Sam please...", she groaned as the emptiness within her grew. He moved up to
her before whispering "Not yet, my love." She plied her neck and shoulders
with hot kisses, while her hands roamed free, feeling the whip-cord strength
of his body, straining his self-control to its limit.

She nibbled his ear before thrusting her tongue into it. The result was
explosive. She locked him in her arms as he gave a sharp cry, involuntarily
thrusting his hips against her to the rhythm her sliding tongue set. Seizing
her advantage, she reached down and grasped him firmly in her hand, glorying
in the knowledge that she too could drive him crazy with pleasure..

The shuddering in his body grew with every stroke of her tongue and each
thrust of his shaft. With an immense burst of will-power, he prevented himself
from taking her then and there. It was too soon. He wanted to make sure that
she would never forget this night.

Lia was transformed. A new confidence poured into her as years of suppressed
sexuality exploded in her. Like a woman possessed, she arched and twisted,
demanding, determined to break his control. They grew rougher, scratching and
bruising each other like a pair of tigers as they fought for supremacy.

Sam's control was breaking, his nerves were shattered and he knew he couldn't
hold off much longer. She had completely invaded his mind and seduced him with
her passion and femininity. Possessing her was the only thing he could think
of, making this incredibly woman his. Dear God, he had to have her but he
wanted everything not just what she chose to give him.

Then suddenly he felt her last defenses fall. "Sam, please. I need you so
much.", she groaned. He gave a triumphant cry as he claimed her lips. She
pulled him closer, ready at last to receive him, needing to feel joined to the
man she had chosen.

He parted her legs before driving deep into her. Her strong muscles contracted
around him as the shock on his thrust hit her. He started moving, slowly and
deep within her. She shut her eyes, holding in the wonderful feeling of his
body grinding itself against her, concentrating on the tension coiling up in
the pit of her stomach. Slowly, he wound her up like a spring until her body
was taut under his, muscles trembling slightly as she reached for her
satisfaction.

"Open your eyes, Lia." Her lids lifted, showing her eyes glazed with
concentration. He withdrew slowly and then slammed back into her, watching her
as she threw back her head and arched into him.

"YES!" Her voice was a low growl as her legs wrapped around his waist. She
felt it. Her own power, her own strength. Her eyes were now longer dazed but
clear and intense as she started to grind herself against him. Her nails dug
into his back, goading him on. He started moving, each thrust powerful as he
stroked deep and hard within her. Harsh cries escaped her as he thrust deeper
and deeper into her inner core, filling her completely. And then she was
exploding...

It was still dark when Lia awoke. She lay there, suddenly realizing the
magnitude of what she was about to do. She wanted to wake him, to tell him
that things had changed but she couldn't risk the humiliation of going back on
the terms of their agreement. This, at least would be a clean break. She would
have to leave now before her resolve failed her.

But that it seemed was easier said than done. His arms were around her,
anchoring her body to his. Cautiously she lifted one arm off her before
wriggling out from under the other, keeping a watchful eye on him all the
while. Free, she leant over him. His breathing was even and he looked
tranquil.

"Thank you Sam, for tonight", she whispered. "I hope you can forgive me for
this.", she continued remorsefully. Five minutes later, fully dressed, she
slipped out of his apartment.

Sam slowly drifted to consciousness. His arm groped for Lia but it encountered
nothing but cold sheets. He sat up with a start. He could sense that she was
gone. Oh, she could have easily been in the kitchen or the shower, but deep in
his heart, Sam knew she was gone.