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No Turning Back (Alvis Alendran&SHARPii)

Harrison looked up sharply at the sound of breaking glass in the kitchen. That rarely bode well for anyone involved. He stood quietly, and leaned over to check on her. He was running her hand under water, and looked as though she might have cut herself. Well, that wasn't what he had planned, but it was something that he could work with. Knowing it would only get in the way from here, and that it was yet another statement of intent, he removed his suit jacket. He very carefully hung it up, and silently promised swift and vicious death to the cat that had come to be here if it clawed the jacket. Made of the absolute finest Super 250 wool, and hand tailored by the master himself, William Fioravanti, the suit was one of his favourites. Granted, he owned eight more just like it, he still deplored the waste of such! At just over fifteen thousand for each suit, they had been a significant investment for him at the time.

Of course now, with his standing, he could afford to replace it easily, but he'd simply rather not. He squared his shoulders, and started to pad towards the kitchen. He did have to smile a little. There was something inherently satisfying about the pursuit of a younger woman. Satisfying, and instinctual, as old as man itself was. And there were times when a person had to just stop fighting basic biology and instinct, and just embrace the fact that people were still basically animals at heart. Nonetheless, he could practically hear Lloyd's voice in his mind, calling him a cradle-robber, and a dirty old man. And he also pretty sure that Lloyd was right at this point. Around a decade separating them, it was almost scandalous. And that actually spurred him on a little. Life without some scandal and risk becaem stagnant, and thusly became boring. And he had become so very very good at controlling the risks he took in this world.

He stepped into the kitchen carefully, seeing the spot of spilled alcohol, and the stance that Esther had. It wasn't hard for him to pick out what had happened. She'd been drinking quite well after all, and she didn't have the body mass to absorb too much. Some people just didn't develop a tolerance like others. His original plan needed to be adjusted, but he was willing to work around it. He stepped around her faintly, and rest a hand on her hip that stuck out. It was both to let her know he was there, and also to make sure she maintained her balance.
"Esther. You seem to have hurt yourself. Please, let me help you with that." He offered. His voice was differenct than before. It was lower, a little fainter, a slightly husky edge to it. Inviting really. It was not the most subtle option that he could have used, but he was ready to make a move, and ready to accept one from her if she beat him to it.
 
She was kind of lost in her own world. Examining the cut. Running her hand under the water. Then grabbing a paper towel and making the end into a ball to press against her palm. By the time she finished this, it was about time when Mr. Trenton was making his way into the kitchen. It hadn’t even occurred to Esther that he might have heard the crash, just like it hadn’t even occurred to her to let him know that she dropped her drink and hence the delay on his own. Though she had this nagging feeling that the wait on his ‘American Blend’ scotch was okay. After all, Red Label was no Glen Livet.

The moment she felt a hand on her hip she nearly jumped when she turned in the direction to find him standing right there. She kept her moth shut, pressing her fingers back down on the towel against her palm. “Oh um…” She looked down at her hand and then up at him. For some reason, her cheeks were red. Maybe it was the fact she kept replaying his voice over and over in her head and the more she did, the more her cheeks reddened and the more her knees wanted to buckle. Hell, if it wasn’t for his hand, surely she might have just given out right then and there. That voice…in that tone and octave, the way he said it and what he must have looked like when he was saying it…Shivers.

“No no, it’s okay. Just a little cut.” She stepped back and winced when her foot touched a stray piece of glass and she felt a twinge of pain. “Shit…” She whispered and she looked down. Resting her hand on the counter, she lifted her leg backward and saw a piece of glass stuck to the ball of her foot and she grumbled. “This is just not my night…” She laughed softly and put her hand on her head in shame. “I’m really sorry.” First Abby was killed—Esther witnessing that—then she got called into work, then of course Harrison Trenton was there for all this, though at that time, at least she was being pretty suave in her line of work. Now he was in her home and it would be in her home that she’d just be a clumsy little inebriated slice who couldn’t seem to function properly and was now royally embarrassing herself in one of the most prominent lawyers ever. It was like trying to seduce a celebrity!

Leaning her back against the counter, she managed to balance as she pulled the little glass sliver out of her foot, it was just a prick in but on sensitive skin and there was a dribble of blood. Putting the towel to it, she was avoiding his eye, purposely. She didn’t want to try and see whatever was behind those eyes if he gave anything away. She noticed that he normally didn’t. Still, she wasn’t sure if she could handle it. She was already ready to go hide in a corner for this mess. And it just kept getting worse.

This would be a number one on the worst ways to seduce someone.
 
It was actually a little funny in an almost cruel way. Esther was in the middle of what was very likely the worst day that she could have even fathomed having, in light of all that had gone wrong, and evn her attempts at finding something a little more comforting in it were floundering. A cruel man might take this as a sign to simply leave her like this, declaring the whole thing a wash. But while Harrison had been known at time to be utterly ruthless and yes, also cruel, right now, the thought was no on his mind. She looked flustered, embarrassed, and above all, kind of vulnerable. If he was being honest with himself, Harrison would have to admit that he found the combination to be rather intoxicating and alluring. More so than if she had simply been aggressive towards him, and made her play obviously and overtly.

He watched her flush rise higher in her until the amused part of his mind wondered if she might either simply disappear from embarrassment, or burst a blood vessel. He could feel her legs shake very faintly through his contact on her hip. Nervous as she was, perhaps even a little afraid, she was still interested. He could feel teh warmth rolling off of her face from a decent distance as the red burned brightly in her cheeks. He gave her a smile, an accepting one. The beginnings of a plan began to work through his mind, and he did feel a bit of a surge of a much younger version of himself. The one that took charge of things, the one who lived for the right now. And at this point, the right now was Esther, and an opportunity. She picked the glass off of her foot, and seemed to be specifically avoiding his gaze. And that would not do. He reached out his hand, and gently tilted her head up to look him in the eyes. There was nothing guarded in his eyes this time. It was calm, steady, accepting... and under that there was another feeling. Desire.

"I did say I would help you. Let me help you now Esther." He said softly, in that same tone as before. He stepped carefully, but quickly to the counter, avoiding the broken glass, and sliding an arm around her back. With the other he slid his arm under her knees, and lifted her bodily off of the counter without much apparent effort. He took a few steps out of the kitchen, getting her well clear of the glass. His smile stayed constant. He leaned a little closer to her, able to almost whisper into her ear. "And now that I've gotten you clear of the glass, where shall I take you?" He murmured softly to her, wanting her to make a statement, but being ready if she didn't. He had to admit, living in the moment like this after so long... it felt amazingly good, and he as looking forward to seeing how it went.
 
Being forced to look at him, she felt her heart drop into her stomach when her gaze met his. She wasn’t afraid. No, she just nearly melted because the look in his eyes was one very tempting and she wasn’t so much dreading to look into them. Though if she read his mind right now, she’d probably still want to die of absolute embarrassment. For now though, she was going to pretend he was thinking something normal and bask under his gaze. The fact he was even looking at her like that…She had to be lucky.

Before she could even say anything in protest to him helping her, he swept her off of her feet, literally and she was now just this little bundle in his arms. Wow! He was strong. Not that she weighed a lot but still. She was so tempted to touch his arms and his biceps, just to really know but refrained, instead tasking herself with keeping the towel pressed to her palm over the cut.

As he strode from the kitchen and out enough into the hall, she blushed realizing just how close they were. Slowly, she turned her face towards his and her lips were only a couple of inches from his own. She swallowed hard, staring at his mouth for the longest time when she realized he did say something and was probably waiting for her to say something. Distractedly, her eyes shot up from his mouth to his eyes and she bit her lower lip before speaking. “Um, bedroom would be good? I have a first aid in there.” She spoke so softly. Now, she was being conscious and didn’t want him to thinks he said the bedroom because that’s where she was hoping they both would end up, together. No, her first aid was really in there, in her bathroom adjoined to her room. It was the only bathroom in the place, her room was the only room and the kitchen oversaw the little living space and then there was the door. That’s it. Oh and the shoe closet by the door. Then that was it. She really did live in a hole.

"Thank you."
 
"You are most welcome." Harrison murmured to her. He noted her eyes pointing just a little loer than his own, and could feel her heart clear through her back. It was pounding, and he could hardly blame her. When he thought about it, his own was starting to increase, more from anticipation than nerves, or embarrassment. Three inches. Maybe less. All that separated the two of them at the moment. Some, Esther herself one of them he suspected, might claim that Harrison was miles, even light-years away from her, the senior partner of the firm. But here, now, in this apartment, none of it was really relevant. Truly, the only thing that separated them was those few inches. A tremor to his nerves, Gods how long had it been since he'd felt that? Too long. Too, too long. On the tail end of her pointing out the first aid was in the bedroom, he felt like he was going to have to take what chance there was. Being this close, and not acting was just...criminal, unthinkable to him. Breathing slowly, he edged forward a touch, hesitating, honestly hesitating, no planned dramatic pause, no angle to be worked, just an honest moment of self-conscious nerves that he let slide away. He finished moving forward.

It was gentle, soft, almost tenative, as though making sure that his attention was wanted. It was not the way Harrison Trenton usually made his first kiss to a woman, but this night was not a normal one, for either of them. He gathered her up a little more, keeping her close to him, and he had to admit that he loved the feeling. here and now, meeting her as an equal, just to people, not as a boss and employee, he cold really see that she was a beautiful woman, and it wasn't despite her shyness around him, but rather that seemed to add to her. Holding the kiss, he carefully, but smoothly carried her through the living room, stepping lightly around the furniture. Each step was well measured, so the ride would be smooth for her. Doing this for her, he didn't want to spoil the moment in any way by making it a jerky, uneven trip. He only hoped that she was enjoying the moment as much as he was.
 
He didn’t comment about the bedroom. She let out the breath she had been apparently holding, without really knowing. She relaxed in his arms while nursing her hand and hoping that blood wasn’t gathering on the ball of her food, waiting to drip down. It wasn’t that deep of a cut, just enough to slice skin but it hadn’t actually been bleeding as much as her palm had been. The skin was more dead on the food than on the hand, thus making it harder to cut rather than the soft skin of her palm.

He didn’t move though and she looked up at him once more, but this time she didn’t look away, neither was she able to. She just kept staring at him and then her eyes dropped to his lips, as if in a silent beckoning to maybe make a move, to either one of them. Either he kiss her or she kiss him but neither of them moved. He had such a beautifully sculpted mouth and when he smiled, it made him that more interesting and that more handsome than he already was at first glance. Was she really in Harrison Trenton’s arms right now or was she dreaming? Even Esther couldn’t deny how handsome he was, neither could she deny that she had on one or two more occasions, thought about him in a way a subordinate should not think of her boss but that was just Esther being a woman and a woman with needs. Jeez, how long had it been?

She couldn’t even remember anymore it seemed.

But there, right there, standing in her hallway with she cuddled up in his so very strong arms, Harrison Trenton kissed Esther Martin. It felt like a movie scene or something that couldn’t be real but it was. His lips, so soft and with traces of scotch, touched hers and it was just such a damn good thing he was holding her. She felt like she couldn’t feel her legs. Her wound forgotten but the towel still placed firmly on her palm, her hands moved around his neck. Her good hand moved into the back of his hair softly while the one with the towel in it, lightly cupped around her cheek. She wasn’t a sloppy kisser, neither was she one of those kissers that opened their mouth completely. No, it wasn’t rocket science to kiss well. It was just how lips works and you match yours to the other person’s lips or vice versa. But Harrison Trenton was a damn good kisser and suffice to say, all embarrassment disappeared, this was the highlight of her night.
 
With careful grace, Harrison swept through the door that separated the living room from the bedroom. It was beyond a shadow of a doub now that Esther was officially wanting this. And harrison found that the more he thought about that, the more he did too. And more importantly, he suddenly wanted his hands to be free, but couldn't very well drop Esther for that! But he could find a place to let things progress. The bedroom was a lived in place, and he somehow foudn it inherently comforting. The slight clutter that collected from a person spending time in a room, it all made it seem that much more real to him. His own room was fastidiously clean, but that came from having a cleaning service, adn the fact that he rarely spent mroe time in it than he needed to. Sleep, that was all the room was for. He could feel Esther melting into him a little, and took the chance to give his kiss a little more energy, a little more hunger, just a touch of a little more...need.

With that in mind, he came to the edge of the bed, an paused for just a second, planning out what he wanted to do. He sat on the edge, still holding Esther, and turned, setting her down onto the covers, and sliding one of his hands free. It came from behind her knees, and slid it's way up her side, taking in the texture of her torn jeans, borken up by the patches of smooth skin. He felt the contours of her hip, her side, before he finaly got a hand high enouhg to cup the side of her face. He broke the kiss only a moment, before smiling to her, a teasing, enjoying smile, before renewing the kiss. Her wounds were forgotten, and all that was left to him at this moment was that the two of them were here, now.
 
At that point, as she let herself go and be completely at the mercy of him and his lips, Esther had no idea when they got into her room. Her eyes were closed and his lips were too good to pass up or even pull away from. It was only when she felt her mattress—it was perhaps the only comforting thing in her entire apartment and the most expensive. When it came down to it, she settled on the financing to pay off her mattress because she needed her sleep.—that she realized where they were but it didn’t matter. No, she needed more of his lips.

Each touch and movement of his hand on her clad body was enough to send the most delicious shivers up her spine and through her. Her legs opened to accommodate him and her arms slid back around his neck as she sat up a bit to keep kissing him. It was deeper, more than just a press of his lips to her own and one she found herself sinking further into. If she was the Titanic then he was the ice berg that would take her down with a single strike, and in this case, a single strike of his lips on her own. She was hooked, line and sinker.

Their lips parted and she blushed profusely but she didn’t try to hide, for she couldn’t take her eyes away from his. Then hers dropped to his mouth and she was soon mirroring his smile. It was such a beautiful smile of his, she couldn’t help but smile too. Looking up into his eyes again, she scooted back a little bit before pulling him with her. It had been far too long and they had just begun. Esther was not about to let it stop.

Bringing her legs to her, she crossed them like a pretzel and watched him carefully as she brought her hands to the first button of his shirt—his very expensive shirt, she was sure. Sort of shaky fingers began to unbutton the buttons but her eyes were always on his face, watching him carefully, wanting to gauge a reaction. If he told her to stop…if he told her to keep doing.
 
It was normally so much about control. Being like this with a woman had always been about control. Well, nearly always. The joy had come from the dominance, the taking control. But here, the joy seemed to be in the simple needs and urges of the moment. It was a curious, but very welcome change. He felt her hand gently working on the buttons of his shirt. It had been so long since he'd let someone else do this, someone that he wasn't in the process of ordering. It made for a such a moment that he was reluctant to say anything. Words could shatter the moment, it felt so fragile. But he'd not simply sit there and let her wonder, or flounder. He drew himself a little closer to her, making sure not to break her contact, to not send the mesage that he wanted her to stop. Stopping was the last thing on his mind.

His hand came up to her, running along her hip, sliding a finger under the hem of her top, feeling the smooth, soft skin there, and finding he loved the feel of it. Of her. She made it to the bottom of the button line, and he reluctantly borke the contact to pull his shirt free. It was clear that he'd worked to be strong, not big. Well toned muscle was present, but none of the bulge from show muscle. His skin showed just the lightest of tanning from the sun, a faint bronzing. Craving to be a little more aggressive, he leaned forward, one hand coming to hold her face, kissing her again, wihle the other came around her back, sliding up inder the top, and marvelling at the smooth coolness. As much as he knew that she was into this, much of her still managed to maintain a lower temperature than him. He found it pleasant really, and looked forward to feeling some more heat from her as they moved forward.
 
She took in the feeling of him moving in closer and took that as the sign that he didn’t want her to stop. Oh, good because she didn’t want to stop either. When she got down to the last button, her breathing hitched in her throat as she took in his appearance at least, of the open shirt. Her hands came up to push the shirt down over his shoulders before he did the rest and took it off. Her eyes then became glued to his chest and she bit down on her lower lip to prevent herself from launching at him so she could taste and bite every part of him that her eyes saw. What could she say? She was a biter...and he had more than enough for her to bite onto when the moment called for it.

Her breathing seemed to hitch again or just she was startled when he touched her. His hands weren’t soft like hers but she adored the contrast of her soft skin to his and it made shivers tingle up her spine. She arched her back and then her arms slid around his neck loosely and she leaned in to meet his lips, scooting herself onto his lap because it was just that appropriate as he was touching her or unwrapping her like a happy boy who just received a wonderful present. And just from his touch alone and all the drinks, she was still feeling cold on the outside but on the inside, that fire just ignited and it wouldn’t be long until her entire body felt so warm in his arms and all because of him.

While her tank top was corseted, it didn’t have the hooks and nooks or ties like that of a corset but more just the way the top was designed. To be skin tight but to also shape her body in the way she loved, which is why she loved that top now and also loved wearing it to the bar. It was perfect for that environment and if it brought her more money, she was okay to be a prostitute in that kind of stance. Nothing more, nothing less though.

Just like with Harrison Trenton, nothing more, nothing less. Just right. And she couldn’t wait for more. Her hands wandered from around his neck, down his back then up it and over his shoulders, wanting to feel everything and understand all the while she lost herself in his lips. She couldn’t stop. Well let’s just make things clear then. Whatever seduction she did, worked!
 
Harrison saw the look on her face as his shirt was off, the teeth gently on her lower lip. Was she nervous still? Restraining an impulse? He actually didn't know. He might be able to read her, but he'd have to stop, or at least slow down. And right now, that was the absolute last thing he wanted to do. This night was going to be very complicated in hindsight, he knew that on some level, but he banished the thought from his mind entirely. That was for later. What he had now was all that would matter. Now was uncomplicated, now was simple. Now was what he wanted, adn what he could have. And he was getting all that he wanted right now, and had every thought that Esther was likely going to be in the same boat as he was on the subject. And that was indeed an encouraging thought to him.

When she slid herself forward onto his lap, arms coming around him, he was certainly willing to oblige her. That top she wore, it shaped her beautifully, but he somehow doubted she needed much in the way of help to draw the gaze of men. It was something he would keep in mind within the firm, and out in the world at large. One didn't have to be a member of high society to be a truly desirable individual. he'd lost sight of that somehwere along the way. he'd have to find someway to thank Esther for reminding him of that. He smiled into the kiss they shared. He had a few very good ways in mind. While he wanted more, he also believed in taking his time, doing things right. And with that in mind, he began to work the fabric of her top up, rather than down, exposing her midsection, the pale skin almost glowing in the low light. It was eminently appealing on her. He kept working the form fitting material a little harder to lift than he'd thought, but with each further inch of work, he felt that the effort was worth it. When he got it high enough to be bunched just under her breasts, he let a hand glide down her back, feeling the contours all along her back, marveling at the silky feel of her. He own hands, kept soft, made their own trails along him, none of which he objected to in the least. His own hands still bore the vague sense of a callous from his younger days, not enough for them to be truly rough, but enouhg that they did bring a wholly different feel to him.
 
Maybe it was nerves but maybe it was just the fact she was uncovering more and more than she ever expected with Harrison Trenton, senior partner at the law firm she worked at and under him. Although she had a feeling tonight she’d get as under him as possible in this kind of way, outside the office. Was she worried this could impact them at work? Of course. But right now, none of that even mattered. So much was happening, she wasn’t sure if she was keeping up with it or not, or simply being so involved that nothing else mattered. Probably that. Nothing else mattered. Esther was far too in the moment.

Thankfully, he was all too welcoming when she moved into his lap, astride him. She didn’t think one bit he’d object to that. But when she felt his hands, rough but with a certain soothing quality to definitely qualm her enough to nearly melt into his touch. He started working her top off and she worried it might prove difficult. Her lips left his as she let him venture on that and if he had problems with it, she didn’t know and he certainly didn’t show it.

Her arms came from around his neck and it moved to where he had bunched her top to. She figured she’d pull it off the rest of the way and get it out of the way, also doing the justice of adding her bra to the mix of clothes shed. Now, here Esther sat in his lap, her hands dancing back up his strong bare arms and her top torso completely bare to him, they on the same level, naked chest to naked chest. Her hair was completely down her back so nothing was hidden and she looked at him, her hands now coming around his neck. Leaning in, her eyes fluttered closed and her lips pressed back to his, her body pushing into his and feeling so much. Her body temperature was still cooler compared to him but in his arms she felt so warm, so comforted and so on cloud nine. She had a feeling it was only going to soar higher and higher as everything wore on. After all, she didn’t want things to be rushed. They had to move on their own and naturally. Esther deepened the kiss and moaned softly into it. She wanted to feel more. She wanted to know more and explore more. She wanted it all that night.
 
Harrison didn't object when Esther pulled the top off, and discarded the uneeded bra. He could take the move as any number of things. Passion, eagerness, impatience, or simply wanting to do more, and do it quickly. All of these options were good ones, and he took the moment when she settled back a moment to really take her in. He had been right. The top had done some to augment her in certain ways, but nothing that had really been needed. There wasn't anything about her specifically that made him focus on, he could take the moment to really appreciate the whole of her. Smooth, even skin, a well kept look to her that showed no excess weight hiding away on her. Breasts that didn't show as overly large on her farme, but sat in excellent proportion to her build. They looked firm, yet supple.

When she leaned in to kiss him again, he accepted it easily, while he dragged a hand along her side, using the faint roughness of his hand to elicit a reaction before sliding the hand up to enfold one of her breasts, massaging it gently, but firmly, carefully making sure to roll the nipple between his fingers to stimulate it. His other arm came around her, pulling her a little closer, while he fought the urge to simply tear the jeans from her, and pin her to the wall. A part of him thought that she might well enjoy it, but he'd not cheapen this, not spoil a moment that he felt was worthy of prolonging. He couldhear the faint moan into the kiss, and switched his hand to her other breast, all the while anticipating doing more and mroe with her until neither could entertain any other thought than one another.
 
His touch was electrifying and sent her over. Not into an orgasm, no not that quickly. No, it sent her over in the wonderful anticipation of what would come next. For when his hand palmed her breast, she moaned and arched her back to push it more into his hand, to fill it more than it already was doing. Her body was wonderfully proportionate all over. She was between a good size eight and ten, often fluctuating but never seeming to go lower or higher. She didn’t care. She liked how she was and it worked out wonderfully. She had always been like this since high school. Before then, she was on the chubbier side until high school she started doing more cardio and she shaped up. She was an avid color guard member all throughout high school. If it wasn’t for that, she wouldn’t be how she was. Now, she did what she could to maintain her weight and figure, always doing some sort of work out to keep up with it. She wouldn’t lie. Deep down, she was still that fat girl on the inside. But with her schedule, she hardly had time to eat.

Now, she wasn’t thinking of anything. Just relishing the feeling of being in his arms, being touched by a man like him in the way she hadn’t been touched in so long it felt. It was taking all she had not to just push him down, strip him of everything and go at it like a woman who had clearly not gotten laid in a while. But she wanted this to last, she wanted to taste every bit of it and him and not miss out on anything. Esther moved her hands down his arms as their lips stayed locked and trailed her fingers down to the waistband of his pants, they touching over the belt. She wanted to undress him further so she found the belt loops and tugged on them to let him know that it was what she wanted to do, her lips parting from his. She needed a breather but she wanted to focus on taking his pants off.
 
Living in the moment had some wonderous advantages, as Harrison was rediscovering. He could feel her starting to warm slightly, not a lot, but he took as an excellent sign. He believed in waiting for the right sign to advance anything, but he couldn't find anything else she could possibly mean whe she gave the belt loops a tug. There were very, very few way one could interpret a gesture like that. He smiled at her, looking her in the eye. Was it possible she was as eager as he? Trying that much harder to restrain herself, trying to prolong the moment as much as he was? The look in her eyes told him that it seemed to be exactly like that. And that was one of the most encouraging things he had seen so far. And she had done plenty to encourage him so far.

His hand went to his belt, and opened the buckle easily, tossing the belt aside. If she wanted a more 'hands on' approach to undressing him, he had no objections. This encounter was so different than his previous ones. There was no force of domination, no sense of competition, just raw passion, enthusiam, and lust. And he wanted to push things farther and farther. He leaned forward a moment, giving her one brief, fiery kiss, before breaking away again, and softly biting her shoulder. He leaned away from her, giving her the access to his pants that she seemed to be after.
 
Her cheeks reddened just a little bit but she didn't show any sign or movement of pulling away, neither did it seem she was even aware that she was blushing. More than half of the time, she didn't realize it when it happened. Still, she quickly was able to push it away because she wanted this, she wanted him. So when he removed his belt, she watched with eagerness before her eyes went back up to his and she smiled a little bit. Not because of anything more than apprehension. She was nervous. Really nervous. But this has been covered, the source of her anxiety. She was straddling him right now.

Just as her hands were about to move to his pants again, he kissed her and it was that kind of kiss that could combust her panties if not just make them drop. She hardly had time to respond he practically took the breath out of her. When he pulled back, she lost all train of thought of what she was going to do next. If she wasn't up to temperature, she was now because she had to push her hand back down to stop it from fanning herself. Esther didn't know if she would recuperate after that kiss because now she just wanted to skip everything and go right to the nitty-gritty. Easy girl. Easy girl. She tried to calm herself a little bit before the task to undo his pants came back into the mission.

Her hands moved to the button of his pants and easily undid it along with the zipper before she looked up at him. Esther wanted to say something but at the same time, she didn't want to ruin the moment. Biting her lower lip, she leaned in with an initiative and bigger mission as she whispered in his ear. "Don't hold back. Surely you know I won't break Mr. Trenton."
 
There was never going to be a batter invitation than that, and Harrison knew it. Won't break, eh? There's more than one way to break Esther... The thought entered his mind, wandered around a while, and then settled firmly in the middle rather than passing through. Don't hold back she'd said. But he wanted to hold back a little. But maybe not as much as he was. He could only hpe that once the floodgate was opened, he'd be able to throttle how far he went, and how fast he went. it would be a shame after all, to tarnish the already good memories he'd been building for the night. But thne he realized he was starting to think of later, and that was not what tonight was all about. When she had leaned in close to him, he took the moment to move.

It was not a slow or subtle movement, it fairly smacked of aggression, of release, of desire. His hands came to her shoulders, holding her in place as he rolled them both over quickly, dropping her onto her back. He gave her a playful grin. He didn't say anything, but the look said it all. If you say so... He leaned in, planting a series of short, but passionate kisses down her neck, ending with a rougher kiss to her breasts, while one of his hands trailed down her midsection, fingers held just barely touching her skin, sending faint trivkles of feeling along the path. He gently found the button to her jeans, and popped it open. As he slid the zipper down, it was all he could do not to simply physically shred the garment off of her body. But he had the impulse that he might get the chance in the future. Judging on how things had gone so far, he had every intention of doing this with her again some time. Sliding away from her, he hooked fingers into the top of her pants, adn pulled. They fit closely, resisting slightly, but at least he got no such resistance from her. He had to stand to make sure that they came free, and the motion caused his own pants to drop to the floor. he slid back up the bed, getting beside her, and pulling her to him, feeling the swell of heat rising from her. He took that as the sign that he'd not stepped wrong in their encounter yet.
 
Maybe she overstepped a boundary when she said that but she took a chance. And seeing the outcome of it, she had a feeling that she did no wrong at all in giving him that basic but inviting invitation. Lying on her back, she looked up at him and couldn’t hide her smile that he took it as a good sign to just let loose with her because she really wouldn’t break. She was adventurous in bed or liked to think she was at least because sometimes it didn’t have to always be gentle. Tonight it could be whatever they wanted. And she just wanted him and no reason to hold back. He had none. She wanted him to know. She’d have this night however he wanted to give it to her. He just had to know.

Esther closed his eyes as his lips assaulted her skin in such a wonderful way, she couldn’t help but writhe in pleasure a little bit underneath him. She moaned and she wasn’t entirely quiet about it either but neither was she overly loud. She moaned because she meant it, not because she was faking it. The only time she ever had to fake anything was her first time. Thankfully, after that, she was fortunate enough to meet guys who knew what they were doing in bed, date guys who knew a woman’s body enough to always have her moment and let her bask in it. So with Harrison, well enough to say, she was so not faking it.

Once her pants were gone, she propped herself up on her elbows so to help him and just looked at him before he came back on the bed. How could a man be so impossibly handsome? It was just not fair although considering where he was and the fact he was with her, she had to be really lucky. Her body temperature was rising, just as the flame inside of her was so ignited that it was being made clear by how her body felt. She was warm, so warm, getting hotter and just being this close to him, it was a wonder she wasn’t on fire! Moving back into his arms, her arms snaked around his neck and her body pushed into his, one leg draping around him as she kissed him again. His lips were addictive and it was one of the main reasons why she was so pulled into him and didn’t want to stop kissing him even if she had to breathe.
 
She was warm to the touch now, and that just added to the experience in his mind. He'd thought the cool temperature of her skin had added a layer to her, something else he'd found attractive, but now that she was apparently, and litterally warmed up, he found the effect even more appealing. Their was hunger in her movements, that same desire that he'd been feeling, and he could only find it getting stronger in him now. Tightly pressed against him, he felt her breasts on his chest, and her leg entangling around him. It was all so perfect. Don't hold back... The words still resounded in his head, and he kept her close, loving the feel of her body close to his, and being glad to discover that she was an excellent kisser, even this far into things, with what felt like her control slipping a little. His hand slid down her back, cupping around her ass, adn giving it a squeeze, before sliding up a little farther, adn sliding under her panties, running a finger along her slit, his palm gently rubbing along her clitoris as he moved.

Gods he wanted her, and he could feel it pounding in his veins. Hi heart was starting to hammer enough that he swore he could feel it shakng his eyes. He hadn't been this aroused in a very long time, and that experience was almost enough for him right there. But no, he knew it was only going to get better. The moans she gave were a thrill to hear, he'd long since been able to tell if a person was faking, and he knew that Esther was not. Nor would she have any reason to have to fake anything with him this night. His errection was pressed against the confines of his boxers, clearly set to go. It rubbed faintly along the insid eof the leg that was around him, but he was too focused on his hand, and her lips to pay much attention to it right now.
 
She had to part her lips from him when his hand ventured down into the area she so longingly needed and vied for the attention towards. Her eyes stayed closed and she relished the feeling of his fingers brushing over such a sensitive area, brushing over the sensitive nub, causing her hips to jerk lightly back. It wasn’t meaning for him to stop just a gesture that both took her off guard and stunned her but one that she didn’t despise either. She wanted him to touch her everywhere and do so much more. She hungered for it, for him, she moaned softly as he kept at it.

Surely, Harrison knew what he was doing and knew the torture he was putting her through, though a torture she still enjoyed. If anything, it made her body more on fire and her desire and need for this mean sky rocketing!

Her lips found his again and she kissed him with a fiery passion that earlier, he bestowed upon her. Her body moved into his more, effectively to push him back and she moved back on top of him, straddling him, the entire time her lips not leaving his and she only gained more feeling and stimulation. Her hips pushed into his and she moaned feeling his erection pressing against her through his boxers. They had to go. Her panties had to go and so did his boxers. But she was a bit too lost in his lips, grinding into him and what he was doing beneath her panties to stop. Of course, she wanted more but those lips, those hands, his touch. It was enough to make a girl forget her intentions of straddling him and simply fall prey to him. Like getting lost in someone. Literally.
 
Harrison was enjoying her writhing motions, and it was only made better when she straddled him. It was like she kept getting a plan, but losing it halfway through the experience. Harrison had to wonder how hard it would be to make her lose any semblance of thought, of planning, adn just succumb to her rawest, and most base instincts. The way she ground into him was a good indicator that she was probably getting close to that point where she'd not have much concious control. And the thought made him want to push her that far. And quickly.

He knew he was right behind her, coming closer and closer, so he drew his free hand out, and got a grip on her panties, feeling the tension on his own hand that was still buried under tham. He twisted his hand, and pulled, feeling the material resist him a moment before snapping. He'd not waste the time of shifting position for something like this. He wanted more with her, and he wanted it now. He focused back on her lips, back on her kiss, and poured a burst of himself into it. The kiss went from heavy and passionate to an expression of purest fire and lust. This was Harrison Trenton giving a moment of unleashing himself, just a peak behind the mask that he wore. His hand moved to his own boxers, shoving them far enough down that his errection came free. It rubbed against her hips, and ran up her midsection. It was as hard as it had ever been, standing a full ten inches long, and just over three and a half thick. He'd never suffered a complaint about lacking in size.
 
All she heard that brought her back to reality were her panties ripping. It made her smile into his lips but for the life of her she dared not to break their kiss. It was too good and a lovely full on make out session that was making her hotter and wetter by the second, even more so knowing she was grinding against him and there were only thing pieces of fabric keeping them from each other truly. Well that was until he took her panties off. Now it was just his boxers in the way although with her panties away and just her bareness rubbing against his erection through his boxers, it was really such a nice feel and friction because it kept rubbing against her clit like his hand had been and it was already sensitive from what he had been doing. It’s a wonder she wasn’t just about to pounce him yet. No, thank his lips for some semblance of control remaining.

Then she felt him against her, really against her, bare to bare. It was then that Esther realized he had pulled his boxers down enough to free himself and what she felt behind her was massive. She had to pull back from his lips so she could try to catch a glimpse of the monster in between his legs but was instantly pulled back into a kiss. Not just any kiss. The kiss. Okay, now all semblance of control had been gone. Esther was completely animal. Or just really, really into the moment now.

As she kissed him, or more like as they both devoured each other’s mouths, her hand moved behind her and was able to grasp the appendage against her back, wrapping her fingers around him and stroking him. He felt so big and hard in her hands, she almost couldn’t believe it. Yet another great find, although he was in a league of his own compared to the other guys. Parting her lips from his, she was panting and she looked at him. “May I?” She whispered, still slowly stroking him and not even waiting for his answer. She slid down his body a little bit so she was straddling his legs and moved a bit so she on all fours in front of him, her mouth face to face to his erection. She wanted a taste. She did want to taste every bit of him if she could.
 
That burst of passion, the fire that he felt coming from her, it was all so perfect. It was hard to imagine Esther wanting anything more than to succumb completely to her feelings, but it seemed she had just a little bit left to go. Her hand was soft, but warm, and he could certainly appreciate the attention that she was paying. When she pulled away, he half lifted to follow her, before she actually asked him permission. He had to grin. That was something that usually didn't come out until he'd had the chance to 'teach' a woman. A domination procedure, but here, Esther seemed more eager than anything. He wasn't sure if asking him was a teasing question, or if, perish the thought, he might actually refuse her offer. he nodded to her.
"Don't let me slow you down." He said to her, surprised at how ragged he sounded already. Gods, but this was getting to be more than he'd expected it to be, and his expectations had been high very quickly.

The prospect of Esther taking him in her mouth... she had an uphill struggle to really impress him here. The last truly good time he'd had with a blow job was with the dominatrix he'd been seeing. And she had nearly stangled herself by taking him all into her throat. He'd actually wondered more than once if she'd pass out from oxygen deprivation while working on him, but the way she'd done it had felt amazing. But then Esther had a certain... enthusiasm that other women he'd been with lacked. And enthusiasm was something that could go a long way in endeavours like this. While he'd been kising her, he'd not reeally been paying close enough attention to notice if she'd even be able to do this comfortably. After all, a width like his could be problematic for quite a few people. But it was time to find out. He left his grin in place, and followig the urge, winked at her.
 
With a look back to him and then to his erection, Esther moved her hand, stroking him slowly. She looked quite captivated by his girth, her tongue coming out a little bit to lick over her bottom lip. She was stunned. More than stunned. And the very thought going through her head was far too hilarious. She thought she could do it and it seemed like a really great idea but now, all she could think of while she stared was, How will I make it fit?

Leaning in, she let her tongue lick along the underside, trailing up to the tip where she was most happy with. The head was her favorite part, like the best part of a popsicle. It had the most flavor and taste and it was just fun to suck on. Plus, she never got complaints when she went at one like it was a popsicle. How do you think she learned? It was like a scene from Sex and the City one time. She was just chatting along one day with Abby back when Esther was dating this guy named Sebastian. And they were both enjoying popsicles and without knowing, Esther took to the grape popsicle like it was a dick and Abby said ‘Look at you! Sebastian must be one lucky guy!’ The shade of red Esther turned would never be forgotten.

He tasted good. Like all delicious male and Harrison. She licked again from the underside up to the head and she wrapped her lips around it completely and sucked. She moaned softly against it before she pulled back after a bit. She pushed her hair over one shoulder so it would stay out of her way as she attempted the monster. Yes, she officially dubbing it ‘The Monster.’ Because really, it was.

Taking him into her mouth, her fingers wrapped around the middle of the length, she took the head first, letting her tongue rub over the very tip before she managed to take him further. He was really, really big but he was also as thick as one of those really fat popsicles that always had the best taste and flavor! She could do it, she found as she took him about half way, where her hand was before she pulled back, starting slow. Her mouth was warm and wet, her tongue rubbed along his underside and all around him and she kept her teeth sheathed. She went slow until her mouth was used to this massiveness and then she started to go a little faster, only a little bit, always adding a little bit until she got a good momentum for herself and for him as well. While her outh moved, her hand worked in a sort of corkscrewing motion. She found her pace. She just hoped she found a good enough pace for him too. This was just a start. But she was hooked.

He tasted mighty fine.
 
It wasn't the first time Harrison had seen a woman pause to wonder about how to deal with his errection. It wasn't something that the faint of heart could attempt. And it always made him smile. He kept his breathing deep and even as she started the preliminary work, her tongue sending faint shivers along him. Taking the head into her mouth, he was starting to find the process impressive. It seemed the Esther knew he limits on this particular act, and that made her better at it than he might have thought. A person who had found what they were good at, and focused on making themselves as good at it as they could was always worth more to him than than one who pushed themselves into something they weren't properly prepared for.

He leaned his head back, and faintly groaned as she got him halfway into her mouth, and started to really get to work on him. The hand motions were something that he'd not anticipated, most women seeming to prefer mouth and tongue alone, but Esther...well, if she wasn't taking the length all into her mouth, she was making sure that it stayed stimulated. The vague twisting motion was different than he'd anticipated as well. This woman was full of surprises. She was starting slow, drawing him out, which made him take a deep breath, his eyes closing a moment, taking in the full weight of the feeling. As she picked up speed, he felt his heart start to hammer again, picking up pace, and his breathing became a little more rapid, a little more ragged. Esther was not the dominatrix. It was like comparing apples and oranges. She was doing entirely different things, bringing out entirely different feelings and sensations He realized he didn't have a proper basis for comparison on what she was doing. It was a new kind of feeling. And that was worth everything right then. His hand moved, as though to rest t on her head, but he hovered a moment, not sure he wanted to interfere. It might throw off her sense of timing. His hand balled up into a fist, and he gave a long, satified sounding groan. And she'd barely gotten rolling.

It was going to be a long, glorious night.
 
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