The Museum Piece

"A serial killer that admires Bourgeois, that sounds very Hannibal Lecter. I assure you Marissa, I am no Dr. Lecter." He handed her his card.

"Not a doctor at all, just an engineer for the Navy, how disappointing," she said with a slight grin, "I suppose I could allow you to buy me a drink, Mr. Anderson."

"I don't buy drinks for people who call me Mr. Anderson unless we're doing business, and I also don't buy drinks for people who insult me. Just an engineer, my dear if you only knew. But of course, if I told you then I would have to kill you." He winked at her and grinned. "Please call me Blake, unless, of course, the pleasure of your company is subject to purchase. You're not that type of woman are you Marissa? I find that type of woman to be very off-putting, the whole idea of trading intimacy for money is rather revolting to me."

She smiled. "I assure you, Blake, no amount of money can buy intimacy with me."

"What does it take to become intimate with you?" he asked, "Just for future reference, of course."

"That is something you'll have to find out on your own," she said as she turned and started towards the museum entrance.

"I sense I might enjoy that educational journey," he said under his breath as he turned to follow her. He followed a few steps behind her, watching her hips sway.

"What do you want from me, Blake? Men always have an ulterior motive. I bet you think this flattery is endearing," she said as they reached the street.

"I enjoy the company of beautiful women, I always have."

"Is that all you want, to spend time with me?"

"If that's all I can have then I'll take it, but that's not all I want." She stopped and looked up at him. Standing so close, Blake took the opportunity to gently kiss her lips. She smelled faintly of lavender and lemon. There was that electric surge again, he needed to get this woman in his bed!

"It was very presumptive of you to assume I wanted a kiss."

"Just testing a hypothesis," he said with a smile.

They walked a few blocks to the hotel. During the walk, they engaged in small talk, discussing the weather, the lack of stars in the sky due to light pollution, and what their jobs were. She shared that she owned a private investigation company and that she was divorced, he told her he was a widower. Arriving at the bar they took a table and ordered drinks. She ordered a Tom Collins, honey instead of sugar.

"A woman who appreciates gin, now I'm intrigued."

"Your emotions seem to be easily manipulated, Blake."

"Not manipulated," he said, "I simply adjust my findings based on empirical data."

Blake ordered a Negroni. The drinks arrived and they talked about the art exhibits at The Met, then ordered a second round and talked some more.

It was growing late and she told him she should probably be going.

"Don't go, Marissa," he said, "First you enchanted me, then you intrigued me, and now . . . well, to be blunt, I'm lusting for you." He was attracted to her and the longer he sat there admiring her, the more he felt a stirring in his pants. He wanted her, he wanted to explore this gorgeous woman's body and use her for his pleasure.

"You seem to have discovered the secret to being intimate with me Blake," she smiled.

"What's that?" he asked.

"Honesty," she said, "you seem to be genuine, I've sensed no bullshit or bravado this evening. You're also upfront and honest about wanting to get up my skirt."

That's exactly where she wanted him, up her skirt, licking the wetness between her lips. She hadn't been on the hunt tonight, but after meeting Blake she'd become the prey and she didn't mind that at all. He was 5'10" and handsome, his blond hair was trimmed short on the sides but was longer on the top, and he had a neatly trimmed beard and mustache. She thought he resembled the dashing character of Matthew on Downton Abbey. And his eyes, oh God, they were a piercing blue. He wasn't the young stud she'd been fantasizing about, he was nearer her age, but he was undeniably sexy and likely much more skilled in bed than any young stud.

"As I said earlier, I'm staying in this hotel," he told her, "I spoke at a conference here and I managed to extend my trip to explore the city and all it has to offer. I would be most thrilled if you would come to my room and allow me the pleasure of your company."

Marissa swooned a bit. This absolute fox of a man had hit on her in the museum, invited her out for drinks and now he just invited her up to his room. This lonely night had turned around, and while she didn't want to seem too eager, she abso-fucking-lutely was going to his room!

"Blake, I've not had much luck with men. I've been married before and he broke my heart and nearly got me arrested. All my other relationships have ended up badly."

He placed his hand over hers. "Marissa, today I found you, a woman who possesses a physical beauty that captivated me from the moment I saw you, and since we've been together this evening I've learned you also have an attractive personality. I leave in two days and we might never see each other again. To be honest, a relationship is the furthest thing from my mind right now. Tonight, I want to possess you, to make you mine even if only for a few precious hours. I want to explore your body and use you for my pleasure. Can you accept that?"

Marissa felt a tingle between her legs at the thought of being possessed for the night by this gorgeous man.

"If you promise to make your pleasure my pleasure," she demurred.

He put money on the table to cover the drinks and a generous tip, they left the bar and proceeded to the elevator. In the elevator she melted against him and gave him her lips, their tongues touched tentatively. As he kissed his way along her jawline and nibbled her earlobe she breathed in his scent. He wasn't wearing cologne, and his natural scent was earthy and musky. Her panties were growing wetter by the minute, and she sighed as he kissed his way down her neck, reaching the collar of her dress just as the elevator signaled they had arrived. He took her hand, their fingers intertwined, and led her down the hallway to his room, pausing before inserting the keycard into the slot.

"You can still say no," he told her, "you can walk back to the elevator and out of my life right now, and still, I'll never forget you. If you do come in then you should understand that I intend to ravish you."

After that elevator ride, there was nowhere Marissa was going except into his bed. He had fanned the flames of her desires and the only way to quench the fire was to be consumed by him tonight.

"I want your last memory of me to be the view as I walk away," she whispered as she pressed her body against him, "but I want to make that memory tomorrow."

He opened the door and she stepped through. The anticipation of being intimate with him coursed through her veins and collected in her nipples, causing them to grow hard and show through her dress. She felt herself quivering in anticipation.

"I've never been in one of these rooms before. They're very nice," she said, standing near the bed and looking around, trying to calm her nerves by engaging in conversation. Her back was to him and she felt him step close behind her.

"It's attractive as far as hotel rooms go," he said, "but having you in it is a major improvement."

He moved her hair aside, his fingers grazing her neck causing goosebumps, and then she felt his warm lips on her. She let out a sigh and relaxed a bit.

"I'd like to freshen up if you don't mind," she said and she strode to the bathroom and closed the door.

When she returned he excused himself to freshen up as well.

Returning to the bedroom, he saw her standing near the same spot but she had removed her shoes. He stepped behind her and pulled her hair aside, exposing her neck and the zipper pull of her dress. Taking the zipper pull between his fingers, he pulled it down to its end below her waist. He slid the dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, she stepped out of it. Underneath she wore a thin black lace bra and matching panties, fortunately, she had been feeling sexy when she left home. He unhooked her bra and she turned to face him. Looking up into those icy blue eyes, she took a calming breath and allowed it to drop to the floor.

Marissa had never been happy with her breasts. As a petite woman who wore an A-cup, it was always the thing that made her self-conscious when she was with a man. At work, her small breasts were an advantage as they kept men focused on her eyes instead of admiring her cleavage and thinking about what they'd like to do with them.

"Do you still want what I have to offer?" she asked, "When God was handing out tits I thought the line was for shits and I skipped it."

Blake scoffed slightly, but by way of answering he took her in his arms and kissed her lips, then worked his way down her neck and chest, finally reaching her breasts. His lips were warm and wet on her nipples, which immediately became hard as glass. He spent an inordinate amount of time suckling her as she ran her fingers through his hair. She stood there squirming a bit and moaning, rubbing her thighs together. She could feel her wetness spreading.

"I've never felt so desired," she whispered.

"Maybe no one has ever desired you as much as I do."

He kissed his way down her stomach to the waist of her panties.

"You know, I still haven't seen all you have to offer," he said with a grin as he kissed her waistband.

"Before I reveal all maybe you should share some of what you have to offer," she answered, but her mind was screaming, Fuck man, rip my panties off and take me!

He stood and she reached out to unbutton his shirt. After the first few buttons, she began kissing his chest. His scent was even more intoxicating over his sternum, she took a deep breath as she kissed his chest, she began shaking again and her legs nearly gave out. She didn't want to rush but she had to get into his pants so she removed his shirt and then unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. She held her breath as she reached inside and wrapped her hand around his manhood. The tip was wet with anticipation.

"You certainly have a lot to offer Blake," she whispered as she locked lips with him again.

Marissa sat on the edge of the bed while he removed his clothes. Completely naked now, he stepped closer to her and she reached out to take him in her hands, caressing him as he rose to full erection. She could wait no longer so she kissed the tip and then wrapped her lips around him, circling the head with her tongue. He moaned softly. Too soon, he stepped back slightly, removing himself from her grip, and laid her back on the bed.

She was expecting him to put his lips to her wetness, but no, that was not the immediate target of his lust. He reached down for her left foot, raised it to his lips, and slowly kissed his way from her ankle to her sopping wet panties. It felt amazing but she was aching for him to taste her. All she could do was make small mewing sounds as he progressed. When his kisses reached her panties he placed his lips squarely onto the cloth between her legs and breathed deeply of her scent. She hoped it would intoxicate him, spurring him to pull the patch aside and devour her lips, but no. He repeated the process with her right leg, careful not to rush his approach to her, by now, dripping target. This time as he placed his lips on her panties she let out a soft moan and grabbed his hair, pulling his face and mouth against her. She felt a shiver overtake her body and a long, low moan escaped her lips as she had her first orgasm of the night.

"I've never experienced anything like that," she whispered, "you've already made me cum."

"It's just the excitement of being with a stranger that's making you so sensitive, " he grinned from between her legs.

"No, it's more. That was so sensual, so erotic. I've never had a man treat me this way. I closed my eyes and I could not only feel your kisses but I could see you, standing over me, I watched you do it."

"The mind is our greatest sexual organ, Marissa. Close your eyes and watch me as I remove your panties and taste you."

She smiled and closed her eyes. "Is this how tonight will be Blake? Slow, soft, gentle, sensual?"

"Mostly," he said as he slipped her panties off, knelt, and began kissing between her legs. He quickly realized that he had been right when he sensed that her panties were soaked. He kissed her pubic area before parting her folds with his tongue. Blake loved giving a woman oral attention and he thought that Marissa tasted divine, sweet salty, and faintly metallic. He licked from bottom to top and circled her clit with his tongue. She moaned softly as he continued caressing her with his tongue, and she gasped as he added a finger, gently rubbing her clit as his tongue probed her opening. When he switched, gently inserting his finger as his tongue danced on her nub, she moaned more loudly, and soon her moans became words.

"Yes, Blake, just like that. Oh yes. Taste me. Touch me. Aaaahhh. Do you enjoy my taste, Blake?"

"You taste divine," he answered from between her legs.

Blake increased the action with his tongue and finger and soon she was quivering.

"I'm going to cum Blake, don't stop," she said as she grabbed his hair again and pulled him into her pink. "Aaaaahhhhh, yes, Yes, YES!" Her body tensed and she came on his face as he drove his finger deep and curled it to touch her G-spot.

After she relaxed and lay there panting he withdrew his finger, kissed her pubic area again, then crawled up on the bed next to her, propping himself up on an elbow and laying on his side. She rolled her head slightly to gaze into those eyes. She had a familiar look on her face, the dreamy look of a woman who's had a good orgasm.

"Are you like this with all your women?"

He chuckled. "How many women do you think I have? I'm not some man-whore who beds a new woman every week."

"No, no, I didn't mean it that way. It's just . . . when you are with a woman is this how you treat her?"

"Sometimes," he said, "it depends on what I sense the woman wants. Sometimes women want to be thrown down on the bed and taken hard and fast, other times they want to be made love to. I sensed you wanted the latter, and that's how I wanted to treat you. You are one of the most beautiful women I've ever been with, and perhaps the most intelligent. It would have pained me to throw you down on the bed and take you like some whore when we're only getting started."

She smiled up at me. "Kiss me."

He leaned down to kiss her and she placed her hand on the back of his head. She pulled him into her lips and their tongues met. It was the most sensual kiss she had ever experienced.

"Wow, that was some kiss," he told her after she released him.

"So that's what I taste like," she said, "not unpleasant. You like that?"

"I like it very much but, you've never tasted yourself on your lover's lips before, or his cock?" he asked.

"No," she answered as she looked deeply into his eyes.

"Marissa my dear," he told her, "you need to develop better taste in men. Great men who are great lovers are out there and a woman as beautiful as you deserves one."

She pulled him back down for another kiss.

"I'm lucky to have found you then, aren't I Blake."

"I'm flattered you think that of me, but you don't yet know that I'm either."

"So prove to me that you're a great lover," she said as she smiled at him and took him in her hands again. "Will you take me hard and fast if I ask? Fuck me like I'm your whore?"

"I will, but a great lover can sense what his partner needs. Let me prove myself to you. Give me control and I'll give you the best sex I possibly can."

She spread her legs, and he rolled on top of her, rubbed his tip between her lips, and in no time it was drenched with her slickness. He slid into her with one thrust causing her to arch her back and moan loudly. It felt to Blake like he had inserted himself into a velvet glove. She gripped him tightly as he began to slowly thrust in and out, their mouths met again and their tongues danced. Blake pumped into her slowly, enjoying the feeling of having her surrounding him. Gradually, he increased the speed and her breathing quickened. She began to softly moan so he slowed his thrusts.

"What are you doing? I was nearly ready to cum!"

"You'll cum when I'm ready for you to cum," he said with a grin as he pulled out of her, "now stand up and turn around."

She did as he asked and he positioned her with her feet spread, legs bent slightly with knees against the side of the mattress, and bent at the waist. He entered her from behind.

"Oooooh, yesss," she moaned as he drove as deep as he could go, his tip bottoming out against her womb. Once again he began slow thrusts and edged her nearly to another orgasm before slowing once again. He didn't pull out yet, but instead, he began thrusting again, slowly. He licked his thumb to lubricate it then placed it gently against her knotted exit and began to massage it.

"Oh lord Blake, what are you doing? I've never . . . " she said before letting out a soft moan.

He increased his thrusts as he massaged her crinkled hole, never putting his thumb in. Soon she was moaning again and he pulled out.

"Aaaaahhh! Again with the edging! I want to cum!" She stood up and turned to him. "How many times are you going to do this to me before giving me satisfaction?"

"As many as I think necessary," he said with a grin, "I told you to give me control and I'd give you the best sex I know how."

"Doesn't 'best sex' include orgasms?"

"It certainly does," he replied, "but not just any orgasm. I want there to be fireworks in your brain when you cum for me. Climb up on the bed on all fours and let me show you."

She did as he asked and once again he entered her. This time he started with several small thrusts followed by a deep thrust and then he pulled out.

"Please," she whimpered.

He repeated this pattern several times; enter, short thrusts, deep thrust, pull out. Watching her lips part and wrap around him, he nearly came.

"Oh god, please, please take me hard, use me, fill me," she whispered.

He knew that she was ready for that orgasm.

He grabbed her hips and began bouncing against that fantastic ass of hers, fucking her hard. With each thrust, small, unintelligible, sounds escaped her lips. As she approached orgasm she began matching his thrusts so he paused for a bit and let her have control. She thrust back against him and swiveled her hips. My god that feels good! they both thought.

She began to moan continuously, and so he grabbed her hips again and thrust deeply, bouncing against her. Faster and faster, harder and harder. Soon she was moaning loudly and making more unintelligible sounds. As she reached orgasm she nearly screamed, "yes, Yes, Yes, YES!" With the last "YES!" she spasmed against him. He held tight and spilled himself deep inside her just before she collapsed on the bed. Someone in the next room pounded on the wall. Laying on the bed they both laughed.

"How did you know?" she asked.

"Know what?"

"The fireworks. It was like boom, pow, crackle, bang in my head. When you came it felt as if I was standing next to a cannon when it fired."

"Years of practice with the most graceful and beautiful woman to ever give herself to me."

"Your wife," she said, "sounds like you two were fortunate to have each other."

Blake just nodded, memories of the love of his life still hurt at times. Marissa snuggled up to him and laid her head on his chest.

"You proved yourself to be a great lover, and I have a strong suspicion that you are also a great man, Blake Anderson."

They lay there together for a bit then she went to the bathroom to clean up. Once she returned he did the same. Stepping back into the room he found her under the sheets.