This story has been begging to be written for so many reasons, one of which is my lack of a love life. So I am living vicariously through Bella here.....

To my two wonderful betas, AydenMorgen and Maggieloo402, I'd be lost without you both. I love you pervs hard!

I hope everyone loves this. You're going to love me and hate me, be confused and amused, but just hang on and trust me. I'll make it worth it.

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I dropped the red envelope into the mailbox and shut it quickly, before I had time to change my mind. It was the only way, I kept telling myself. The only way I could tell her how I truly felt.

Dear Isabella,

I will cover you with love when next I see you, with caresses, with ecstasy.

I want to gorge you with all the joys of the flesh, so that you faint and die.

I want you to be amazed by me, and to confess to
yourself that you had never even dreamed of such transports...

When you are old, I want you to recall those few hours; I want your dry bones to quiver with joy when you think of them.

I had sworn from the moment I felt the true weight of heartbreak that I would never let myself love again. Emotions and feelings had become a part of the distant past.

This letter was going against everything I had sworn to avoid since then, but there was no use in fighting it. My need for her was too strong.

I sighed, running my hand along the cold, metal container that now held the letter with all the words I could never say aloud. I hoped it would reach her, and I prayed she would take it well. It was now my only hope.

I closed my eyes and lifted my head up, feeling the sun rain down on me. It was hot, almost blazing, on this mid-afternoon in downtown Chicago.

The rays warmed my body, instantly reminding me of her. The way her hands felt as they traced the curves of my shoulders. The way her breath felt against my cool skin as she pressed her lips into me. I groaned and opened my eyes, forcing the memories down once again.

She was all I could think about, since the day I had first seen her. From that moment on, I knew I wouldn't be able to forget her. Her perfect face haunted my every thought and forced me to feel things I believed to be lost long ago.

I spun, stuffing my hands into my pockets as I stalked away from the mailbox. Today was the day I had been restlessly waiting for. The day I would go to her again.

I walked quickly down the busy streets of Chicago, anxious to see her radiant face once again.


"It's nice to see you again," she purred as she leaned seductively against the door.

My heart skipped a beat as I shuffled inside behind her, pulling at my tie, trying to undo the knot I had tied too tightly. I used both hands, pulling at the silk urgently, my shallow breaths made even worse by the constricting material. Once again, her classic, elegant beauty had taken my breath away.

I choked on the excitement that rose up from my chest, groaning quietly in anticipation of all that was to come. It had been over a week since I had last seen her, and now that I was finally here, I couldn't wait any longer.

Oblivious to my passion, she turned and directed me to a chair in the corner of the room.

I could feel the shift in my behavior when she was near, switching from the shy man I was into something different, more intense. She had a way of doing that to me, of bringing out the man I once was, causing me to return again and again to get a taste of the passion and intensity I longed for.

I lived in a shell of routine and duty. I was quiet and reserved, never changing or doing anything out of the ordinary. I spent my days working and my nights alone. I lived the life of a terminal bachelor, and I kept women at a distance through a show of cold respect. That all melted away the day I first saw her standing tall and proud on the corner of the street.

She rested against a metal pole, looking into the oncoming traffic for someone, anyone.

She caught my attention as I crossed the street toward her, instantly striking me with a sensation so unsettling that I froze in the middle of the street, and didn't realize it until I felt someone collide with me, bringing me out of my haze with some sort of crude name. I closed the distance between us hesitantly, breaking every rule I had made for myself in the process. I had to have her, had to know her both inside and out.

Now, a few short weeks later, I was standing here with her once again.

I crossed the room to the chair she had indicated and sat down, watching her as she slowly made her way toward me, her hips swaying seductively, hypnotizing, as she closed the distance between us. Her gaze was locked with mine as she took each step, her eyes never faltering. With each click of her stilettos on the cold marble floor, my heart pounded faster, harder.

I shifted in my seat, my bulging cock restrained too tightly in my pants. I cringed against the discomfort, knowing soon the barrier would be gone, and we would be naked in front of one another. She stopped inches from me and dropped down to place her hands on the chair on either side of my legs, bringing her face close to my own.

"You remember the rules," she breathed gently.

She looked at me from under her long lashes before she leaned closer. Her lips skimmed my cheekbone then ran up along my forehead. They then circulated down the other side of my face and along my neck before she returned to my jaw and placed one slow, open mouthed kiss there. I thought my heart was about to hammer out of my chest as her lips lingered along the bone there and she began to whisper.

"You can kiss me anywhere you like…" she trailed off as she placed another kiss in the hollow under my ear.

"My body…" Another kiss along my jaw.

"My face…" Kiss.

"But don't," she whispered fiercely, drawing back and opening her eyes, "kiss my lips."

I nodded. "I remember," I clarified through shallow breaths.

She smiled that Cheshire cat-like smile and turned her attention to the buttons of her periwinkle blue silk blouse.

The color worked wonders for her, making her chocolate brown eyes shimmer brightly and her long, silky locks to shine. She was breathtaking in every sense of the word. As she slowly loosed the buttons on her blouse, I started to see the curves of her creamy, pale breasts peek out from the silky fabric.

I leaned back in my chair and eyed her seductively as she slowly popped each pearl white button from its binding until she finally reached the bottom. She looked up at me through her black tinted eyelashes and grinned mischievously.

I couldn't help but return her smile before she lowered her gaze again, this time to her belt. Her hands skimmed down her body, intentionally drawing my attention to every curve, before landing on her belt and moving to unfasten it.

"No," I commanded.

Without question her hands fell away and she stood before me, waiting, ready to do whatever I asked. With her blouse undone, I could see her chest as it rose and fell calmly. Her breath never wavered as she stood there, exposed, in front of a perfect stranger. A pro.

The bones of her clavicle jutted out just enough to draw attention to her well-formed beauty, causing me to crave physical contact even more. I let my eyes drop to her breasts. They were magnificent. Naturally full and bountiful. My hands itched to trace the curves over her perky bosom.

Her stomach was pure perfection. A trace of abdominal muscles protruded from her silky pale skin. Brown freckles marked her in the strangest places, making her otherwise perfect body alluringly imperfect.

My eyes finally came down to rest on her belt. The combination of the silver and red design on the clasp seemed to signify a deeper intent. Silver for the way she made my soul shine so brightly with each bat of her eyelashes. Red for the sexual, possessive, dominant thoughts that ran unhinged through my mind at the sight of her.

I lifted my hand and traced the top of her jeans with my cold fingers. I chuckled when I saw goosebumps rise on her flesh. I hadn't even touched her. I let the edge of my fingernails gently skim across her skin just above where her jeans ended.

Her calm demeanor shook and I heard her draw in a deep breath and hold it. I smiled slightly at her reaction.

Her hair fell forward to cover her barely exposed breasts as she looked down at me. I could smell strawberries and sugar radiating from her. It was marvelous.

"Step back," I said as I stood up from the black leather chair.

She followed my instruction and took a small step back to give me room to rise. I towered over her petite frame as I stood, looking down into her illuminating eyes.

I reached up and ran my hand down her silky mane. The ends of her curls just begged to be pulled, so I did. Gently. Unable to resist the urge, I leaned into her and nuzzled my face into the nape of her neck. I breathed in deeply, drinking every ounce of scent from this beautiful woman that I could manage.

I felt her shudder.

Her eyes glistened with desire as she stood still and let me relish every curve and bend of her perfect body. My fingers ran across the lines in her face, the edge of her jaw, memorizing every feature that made up the perfect structure of this enchanting woman. I finally traced her clavicle that jutted out from her body so invitingly, leaning in and nipping it with my teeth before kissing her neck tenderly.

I felt the relief of being back with her again as I continued to place kisses along her neck and over her shoulders, trying to communicate the same feelings to her. Since I first laid my eyes on this magnificent beauty, she haunted me to the depths of my soul. She lived in my thoughts and in my dreams as if she were mine already. From the first time her eyes met mine I knew I had to have her.

I swallowed hard, trying to maintain control of my desire before it overtook me and I rushed this sacred interaction. She deserved the world and all it offered; I would settle for making her cum--over and over again.

I lifted my hand and ran my cool fingers down the center of her body, between her breasts, feeling her heated skin under my hands. Her breathing was shallow and controlled when I quickly pushed her blouse from her shoulders.

My dick ached from the sight of her bare breasts and I couldn't help but wonder if she was wearing panties.

Her nipples were hard, protruding provocatively from her ample breasts. I ran my fingers over them gently and she moaned. The sound of her satisfaction radiated through my body and sent waves of heat pulsating through my dick.

I couldn't wait much longer. I had to have her.

As if she knew what I was thinking, she moved her hands to her belt and once again started to unhitch it.

"Stop," I commanded once again.

I desperately wanted to be the one to peel her clothes off and touch every inch of her silky skin before sinking myself deeply into her just as I had imagined doing.

I made my way down to her jeans and slowly unbuttoned them, never dropping her eyes. She gazed at me so seductively it took all I had to not tear her clothes off and consume her without hesitation.

I slid the zipper of her jeans down. I saw no trace of panties.


Her hips weaved from side to side as she tried to shake out of her pants. My eyes followed each movement from left to right until she started to roll her waist in circles, forcing me to look away before I came just watching her.

I lifted my hands and wrapped them around her, resting my fingers on the top of her perfectly round ass. I tugged the hem of her pants down and let my hands explore the newly exposed skin. Her pants drifted over her butt, down her thighs, and around her ankles. She lifted each leg and let me tug her feet free.

When I had discarded her jeans on the floor beside us, I stood again to look at her. She stood proud and strong in front of me. In her complete nakedness, I was finally able to capture her entire essence. Beauty, sensuality, and lust emanated from her, making her all the more enticing.

"My turn," I said.

Without faltering, she stepped toward me and lifted her hands to my chest. Her thin, nimble fingers weaved their way down my shirt quickly, unbuttoning each button with impeccable precision.

When she reached the bottom, she moved her hands to my shoulders and pushed the shirt off me. Her touch on my skin made my heart pound so loudly I was sure she could hear it, but if she did, she made no mention.

My pants were next. She moved with rigor, knowing just how to remove my pants with the least resistance. Professional indeed.

The anticipation that had been building in the week since my last visit crashed around me as I realized that I was here, with her, once again. She was more than I could have ever imagined or could believe truly existed in a woman.

In the end, we stood facing each other, fully nude and completely exposed. I sunk down into the large, leather chair by my side without letting my eyes drop hers. The electricity between us sparked violently, desperate for us to come together to allow the heavy current to flow through our hands and lips and bodies.

She stood silently for a moment, almost as if she were appraising me, but her eyes never broke contact with mine. My body was buzzing with excitement and need that grew stronger with each aching second that passed without her tender touch.

There were so many options for her to explore; she took her time looking me up and down with her bottom lip between her teeth. My body buzzed with excitement and need with each aching second that passed without her tender touch. I felt my eyes roll back in my head in anticipation when she finally sank to her knees in front of me.

Chills ran up my spine as she trailed her fingers along my inner thigh. She bent down and followed with her lips, leaving the wetness of her hot mouth on my skin. When she reached the top of my thighs, I sucked in a deep breath and shut my eyes, waiting restlessly for her lips to fall on the part of me that wanted her most.

Her tongue traced the crevice where my thigh met my torso, making me groan in desperate need. Just when I thought she was going to take my stiff cock into her mouth she moved swiftly to the other side and repeated her actions.

My dick was as hard as steel. She was making me wild. Her smell, her touch, her face, it all drew me under her intoxicating spell. I wasn't sure how much more of her endless taunting I could take.

Just as I opened my mouth to speak, I felt the warm wetness of her mouth sink down over my cock, pulling it deeply inside. I growled animalistically when she pulled me so far into her that I felt the tip of my dick nudge the back of her throat.

It took every ounce of restraint in my body to keep from exploding right then and there.

I looked down at her, watching as she surrounded me fully with her pouty, pink lips, pulling back devastatingly slow and exposing my dick to the cool air.

I moaned at the sight of her as she clutched my throbbing erection with her taut lips. She moved in a delicious rhythm, pulling back and pushing forward onto me. She sucked me and licked me to the brink of pure satisfaction.

When I felt myself about to cum, I placed my hand on the side of her head, gently trying to push her off of me. She moved back slowly, but as she withdrew, she grazed her teeth along the edges of my swollen cock and I tumbled over the edge, shooting my hot cum into her mouth.

"Fuck," I spat when she sank down onto me again, letting each drop fall down her throat.

I took a moment to compose myself before I looked down at her. She licked her lips mischievously while a devilish smile danced on her lips. She had meant to make me cum so quickly.

"I didn't want to do that," I complained.

I didn't know who the fuck I was trying to fool, because she had just given me the best blow job of my life, but I had wanted this to be about more than just me. Her lips and her tongue had worked together mercilessly to drive me over the brink of insanity. Just as it was when I first met her, I knew it was true now; this woman owned me body and soul.

"Sorry," she whispered sarcastically, turning around to scoop her shirt off the floor. "It was nice to see you."

I chuckled lightly at her dismissal and reached up to grab her hips before she could turn and walk away. I pulled her forward and she fell onto me, straddling my legs so her breasts were dangling invitingly in my face.

I heard a shallow gasp from her lips before her hands wove up through my hair and she leaned forward, closer to me.

All it took was a slight lift of my chin for my lips to find her erect nipples. I pulled one into my mouth and sucked. She moaned and ground her hips down onto me, the wetness of her cunt sliding back and forth over my thigh.

"Harder," she pleaded.

I did as she asked and sucked harder, more urgently, against her breast. I could feel her breathing becoming more labored and erratic under my touch. Her fingers dug into my scalp as my lips parted and I nipped at her with my teeth.

I finally released one hard nipple and moved to the other, repeating the same erotic movements as before. She was becoming louder and more excited with each passing moment, her hips vibrating over me, and I fed her exhilaration with lustful movements and stimulating kisses.

My dick was pulsing under her once again, just begging to be nurtured. I reached under her with my hand and stroked my length back and forth. Hard again.

"Do you want me?" the temptress breathed into my neck. I felt her teeth nibble at the edges of my ear and I snapped.

I grabbed her ass tightly in one of my hands and growled at her. "Fuck yes."

Without direction, she reached under her and pushed my hand away from my dick. She wrapped her warm hand around my length and positioned herself on top of me. I heard the faint sound of a plastic wrapper being torn open before she ran a condom quickly down my hardness.

Little by little, she lowered herself onto me. I closed my eyes in anticipation, the slow, measured pace driving me insane.

I felt the tip of my cock push past her entrance. I groaned and bit my lip as she fell further onto me. I could feel her warm pussy tighten as she enveloped me fully.

When her ass came to rest on my thighs, she stilled and I opened my eyes. She was staring at me, her eyes hooded and full of lust. She seemed wanted me just as desperately as I wanted her.

"Fuck me," I begged.

I heard her chuckle at my needy request before she lifted her hips from where she rested on my thighs. I felt the muscles in her wet pussy clench tightly as she rose painstakingly slow.

She dropped down roughly and I grunted, grinding my teeth to keep myself from going overboard. She was so tight, so perfect. I wanted to do so many things to her, with her.

Her pace quickened as she moved swiftly up and down my cock. Her hair flew wildly around her, beckoning me to run my hands through it.

I reached up and snaked my hand around her neck, grasping the loose tendrils tightly, pulling her in closely so that my lips could reach the delicious skin of her throat. I placed lustful kisses there as she moved in a steady rhythm against me, releasing a moan when the sensations threatened to overwhelm her.

I felt every move, every tremble and quiver as she writhed on top of me. A familiar burning sensation started to churn in my stomach and I knew I was close. I forced myself to breathe, unwilling to cum before I had given her all that she deserved. Half of the pleasure I craved so desperately was watching, hearing, and feeling her as she came all over my dick.

Her movements became more erratic as she drew near to her release as well. Moans escaped from her lips that rang in my ears and made me want to explode. She needed to cum.

I reached forward and pinched her clit between my two fingers, teasing it gently. That was all it took to send her bounding over the edge. She cried out forcefully and fell over onto me.

As her cunt muscles milked my pulsing dick, I thrust up into her two more times before I also fell over the edge. My hot cum tore from me forcefully, a feral moan escaping my lips as the waves of pleasure consumed me. She moved on top of me, slowly and gently, until she knew there was nothing left.

We sat there for a moment after release, enveloped in each other and gasping for breath. My legs, my hands, my mind were all numb. I was sure that she was the best I had ever had and I immediately wanted her again.

After a few minutes, she lifted herself off of me and stood, facing me with that expressionless mask she wore so often as she motioned for me to give her the used condom. I pulled it quickly off my dick and handed it to her. I was stricken with a faint sense of emptiness while I watched her saunter into the bathroom and shut the door.

Once she was out of my sight, I released a prisoned breath that I had been unconsciously holding. I ran my hands through my unkempt hair and pulled the bronze strands roughly.

I stood up sluggishly and stumbled. My legs were not quite awake, so I stretched them out before tugging on my pants. My mind was reeling with images of her all over me. On my dick. On my lap with her breasts in my face.

As I finished buttoning my shirt, the bathroom door finally opened and she walked out, dressed in a maroon tracksuit. She walked over to me quickly and lifted her hands to brush the wrinkles from my shirt.

"Will I see you again?" she purred.

I nodded silently in confirmation, solidifying my plans in my mind to make this trip a part of my weekly routine, and followed her as she led me to the door. She turned back to glance at me over her shoulder and I felt a twinge of sadness rush through me. I didn't want to leave her.

She led me to the elevator just outside the door to her room and hit the button. A bell chimed, breaking the silence between us as the elevator doors pulled open.

I turned back to her before I entered and pulled her gently to me. I could see the apprehension in her eyes as she thought I might try to kiss her. I knew the rules; so instead, I bent down and kissed her lightly on the cheek, trying to communicate all the love and desire and desperate need through the simple chaste expression.

Without a word, I turned and walked into the elevator. My eyes held hers until the metal doors slid closed between us.