He knew that she’d probably spent more than she could afford on the emerald gown in an attempt to impress him, and he admitted that it had worked. The color matched her eyes, and flattered her pale skin and dark hair, which she’d worn up and fastened with a jeweled clip.
She was tense – and had been all through dinner despite holding her own in the conversation – but as they took their seats and she allowed herself to take in her surroundings, he noticed some of that tension drain from her shoulders. The discordant noises that came from the orchestra pit as the musicians warmed up made conversation impossible, so he let himself just observe her.
She felt his gaze on her, met his eyes, and gave him a dazzling smile. But he noticed that despite the smile, she gripped her program just a little tighter. He wasn’t surprised at her nervousness. It was a natural reaction to being in an environment that she wasn’t accustomed to, and wanting very much to fit in. He knew that on her salary, dinner at a five star restaurant and a night at the opera wasn’t something she experienced on regular basis.
Elise was an employee at a small wine shop that he’d been going to for years. He was quite the gourmand, and found that they carried the best selection in town, and what they didn’t stock they could always get for him. Other than the owner she was the only employee, and over the years he’d become smitten with her sunny demeanor, witty humor, and knowledge on a wide variety of topics.
The owner had recently passed away, leaving to her the building that housed the shop and her apartment. She’d been overwhelmed by the grief of losing her mentor who’d been like a surrogate father to her, and who’d taught her everything she knew about the business. So Adam had invited her to join him this evening in hopes of lifting her spirits, as he missed her usual happy self.
As the house lights dimmed, he turned his attention to the stage. The opera was “Don Giovanni”, which Elise had mentioned in the past was one of her favorites. As the orchestra began to play the opening notes of the score and the curtain rose, he let himself get lost in the music.
After intermission and before the second act began, he’d offered his hand and she took it, albeit a bit hesitantly. During the Commendatore scene, her grip tightened a bit. No matter how many times one had seen it, it was an intense and frightening finale, and the local company did an outstanding job with the mood and the costumes.
When the opera was over, she applauded enthusiastically, and turned to him with a wide smile. He was struck again by her loveliness, and returned her smile with one of his own. Once the curtain calls were done and they’d filed out into the cool evening, he suggested that they finish up the evening with a cocktail.
They ended up at a little piano bar that he knew would be a quiet space to wind down. As they sipped their drinks and talked about the opera, Elise seemed happy and finally relaxed. He leaned over and asked her to dance, and noticed the little blush on her cheeks as she nodded.
As he put his arm around her waist, he felt rather than heard her little gasp. She rested her hand lightly on his shoulder as their other hands joined, and he spun her onto the dance floor.
“I have been remiss by failing to mention just how beautiful you look this evening,” he murmured.
She looked up at him and replied with a smile and a simple, “Thank you.”
“Tell me, why did choose this dress for tonight?”
She laughed a little at the odd question, and after thinking a moment replied, “It’s a classic silhouette which means I can easily wear it more than once, I felt the color suited me, and I thought it was alluring without being gauche.”
Adam chuckled, “It’s actually very alluring without being gauche…and the material?”
She laughed, “It’s October and chilly…velvet is seasonal.”
“Is that all?”
She blushed again, and looked down, “Well, it’s also very…touchable, isn't it?”
He pulled her a bit closer, and her breath quickened, “Were you hoping it would tempt me to touch you?” After a brief pause he felt her nod her head in reply.
“Well, it worked,” he whispered, and the feel of his breath so close to her ear, caused her to tense up all over again. Her heartbeat quickened, and he could feel it pounding through his tuxedo jacket. He drew his fingers lightly up her back, “But do you realize that your skin is even softer and more alluring than your dress?”
She let out a little squeak that he found amusing. He pulled back to look at her, and found her face was flushed, her pupils were wide, and her breathing was a bit ragged. He could feel the heat coming off of her, and felt himself starting to respond to it.
“Do you realize, my dear Elise, that you’re displaying all the signs of a fight or flight response? Do I frighten you?”
“No,” she whispered.
“Do you wish to flee from me?”
“No, and I don’t want to fight you either,” she replied.
He rested his cheek against her hair, and breathed in the fresh smell of her, “So tell me…what do you want then?”
This time it was she that pulled back and looked at him, her eyes wide as she took in his handsome features, and processed through what he was asking, knowing that he expected nothing but complete honesty and replied, “You. I want you.”
“And what do you want from me?”
Elise stammered, “I don’t know.”
“Oh, yes you do. Tell me.”
She couldn’t believe this all was happening…she’d been attracted to this man for so long, and realized now that the attraction was mutual. The air around them seemed to be crackling with energy, and as he waited patiently for her reply, she struggled to put her answer into words.
“I want you to bring me home and undress me, kiss me everywhere, and then…take me. Please.”
“I would love nothing more my dear, but I have to admit you’re so tense I’m almost afraid to let you go. Do you promise if I do that you won’t fly apart on me?”
“I promise.”
“Good. Why don’t you wait for me in the lobby…I’ll be out after I pay the bill.”
She nodded, “Actually, I think I'll wait outside…I could use some air.”
“Very well, I’ll meet you in a moment.”
On the other hand, over the years she had fantasized about this very moment...about him taking her home, slipping her dress off of her body so that it puddled at her feet, and ravaging her…and she shuddered in delight at the thought.
Deep in her reverie, she didn’t notice him behind her until he draped her wrap over her shoulders, “You forgot this, and your handbag,” he pressed the small bag into her hands, and handed his ticket to valet. The young man retrieved Adam’s Mercedes, and within minutes they were on their way to his apartment.
During the drive, Adam noticed Elise put her head back and close her eyes. As he took in the lines of her elegant neck, he realized she seemed preoccupied. He wondered whether he’d taken things too far too soon, if he’d overwhelmed her, and if it would be better to just take her back to her place and call it a night. As if realizing his doubt, she opened her eyes and looked over at him, and what he read in her expression gave him the assurance that she wanted this as much as he did.
They pulled in front of his building, and the doorman got her door for her, and helped her out. She waited in the lobby as Adam parked the car, and then they headed to the elevator to go to his flat. The doorman looked after them quizzically. Dr. Walther was a very private man, and rarely brought people back to his apartment, so this young woman must be someone important to him.
Adam put in his key card, and hit the button for the 26th floor. He had the entire floor to himself, requiring this special access. As the doors closed, his hand snaked up under Elise’s wrap, and his arm went around her waist possessively for the ride up.
A small ding announced their arrival, and when the doors opened, he led her out. A long hallway stretched ahead of them, bisecting the space. Before they’d taken five steps down the hall, he was on her. He pushed her up against the wall, and she cried out in surprise, but then melted against him. Their lips met, and his kiss sent a shock through her system. She dropped her purse as he tore off her wrap, and then she twined her arms around his neck, as his circled her waist.
It was everything she’d hoped for. Hot, passionate, and somewhat messy. Any properness he’d shown before was lost as their lips and tongues explored, and his hands roamed over her body. He was unleashing the animal, and she couldn’t be happier about it.
His touch was hot on her skin, and his fingers found the zipper at the back of her dress and pulled it down. He moved his mouth along her neck to her shoulder as he slid her dress off, and nipped at her fragrant skin.
The boning of her gown had provided enough support that she hadn’t needed to wear a brassiere, and his hands palmed her breasts for a moment before pulling her dress the rest of the way off. As it fell to the floor, he stood back and looked at her. She had on little black panties, some lace topped thigh high stockings, and her heels. As he watched, she pulled out the clip from her hair, shaking her head and letting it cascade over her shoulders.
Adam reached out, and put his hand down the front of her panties. He marveled at just how hot and wet she was, and as he ran a finger over her clit she let out a little yelp. He removed his hand and grabbed her wrists, putting her arms over her head. He held them in place with his left hand, then leaned into her and stroked her again with the right. She trembled against him, and he watched her intently.
“Look at me,” he commanded, and her eyes flew open, “I want to watch you come.”
He strummed his finger lightly against her clit. She writhed in his grasp, wanting more friction, but instead of giving her what she wanted, he lowered his mouth to her breast and sucked her nipple. She bucked against him, and he switched his attention to the other one, rolling the hard nub between his teeth. After a few moments, he lifted his head and met her gaze, and smiled almost cruelly.
He continued to tease Elise, to stoke the fire inside of her. He kissed her, and she met his kiss feverishly. As they kissed, he inserted two fingers inside of her, and began to thrust them slowly. His thumb settled more firmly on her clit, and she rode his hand, craving release. As her moans against his mouth became more frantic, he broke the kiss and leaned back. As their eyes locked, she came with a shudder, her clit a hard button, and her pussy pulsating around his fingers.
Despite her pleas for him to stop, that it was too intense, he continued to stroke her through a second climax. As she stood there panting, he removed his fingers, and lifted them to his nose. He breathed in her musk, and then put them in his mouth for a taste. She was sweet and delicious…the perfect digestif.
Adam put his damp fingers under her chin, and lifted it so that she was looking him right in the eyes, “This is your last chance to leave, Elise. You can go now and we can pretend this never happened, or you can stay. What do you choose?”
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