Me, the oldest virgin in the state of Florida? Me, the only woman whom Netherlands’ #1 playboy still wasn’t able to, well, f**k?
Spinning around, I almost tumbled out of my heels in my haste to walk away. I didn't want to be around when he got over his shock. If he did, I was dead. I said nervously, “It’s, umm, really late and I still have to get to work early tomorrow---”
“Yanna.”
And that was it. I was dead now. Why did my name on his lips sound so irresistible? I slowly turned around, cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
He beckoned me to come forward, and like a puppet I did so, stopping only when I was just inches away.
Without warning, Constantijin cupped my sex, his fingers delving deep until he was practically pushing them inside me, a bunch of fabric caught between his fingers and my now aching folds.
I gasped.
He started to stroke me, gently and seductively, his silvery gaze burning with so much passion it made my throat dry. Every touch of his fingers made me feel like he was closer and closer to devouring me. And I wanted him to.
“Do you really want to eat me?”
“Yes?” It came out as a gasp as well, a strangled one.
“Can I eat you first?”
I didn’t want to answer. It was too embarrassing.
“Yanna.”
Oh, God. Why did his Dutch accent always bring out the slut in me? I whimpered, “Yes.”
“Did you miss me?”
“Yes.” I said it simply, without artifice.
Constantijin’s fingers tightened around my sex, his gaze burning even more brightly, like silver caught on fire. “Tell me you won’t deny me anymore. When I say we will let everyone know about us, you won’t argue.”
“Yes.” Oh God, a thousand yes to anything he asked just as long he continued touching me like he was right now.
“Good.” He took my hand, guiding me deeper into the manmade forest, the dimly lit room turning the evergreen leaves into black shadows. He stopped when we reached the edge of the room, where flowers bloomed from the spread-out branches of a large tree.
Constantijin lowered himself to the ground, leaning against its wide bark. He crooked a finger towards me once more. “Strip, Yanna.”
I glanced up at the CCTVs. “But...”
“Every one behind those cameras is my security team, and they follow my orders and no one else’s.” When I still hesitated, Constantijin said, “I’m too possessive of you. Isn’t that obvious? Do you think I’d risk having any man see your na**d body?”
I smiled weakly. “I can’t help being shy.”
“I know that. And I love it. But I also want you to try to be more open, with me – only me. I’ve always wanted to see you proudly giving your body to me.” His voice thickened. “Will you do that for me, Yanna? Will you strip for me?”
More tense seconds passed before I finally managed to get past all my insecurities and bring my fingers to the sides of my gown. But I couldn’t make them move further than that. Stripping – in front of a man, and Constantijin no less. How could he think---
“Please, Yanna.”
And of course, those two words did it.
Music from the party outside reached us, faint but discernible, making me feel like I really was doing a striptease as I slowly shimmied out of my gown, conscious, embarrassed, and aroused at the way Constantijin didn’t take his gaze off me all the while. I knew I wasn’t perfect like him. I had pocket-sized br**sts, my h*ps were too wide, my legs weren’t miles long – but the way he was looking at me so hungrily made me feel like I was a goddess. His goddess.
When I stood in my underwear and heels, he rasped out, “Those lacy things, too. But leave your heels.”
Oh, dear. This was getting too kinky for me to breathe properly. But even as I thought that, my trembling fingers had already gone to my bra, unclipping it and letting it fall silently to the floor.
“Beautiful,” Constantijin whispered.
And then I was pulling my panties down, stepping out of it one foot at a time.
“Don’t cover yourself,” he ordered when I lifted my arms.
I let them fall back to the sides.
“Stand straight, schat.”
I did, and feeling my br**sts jutting forward made me blush harder.
“Perfect.” His gaze lingered on my br**sts before moving down, gazing so intently on the triangle between my legs I slowly became wet. When he chuckled, I wanted to die. He knew. Dear Lord, he knew that his eyes alone had me hot and wanting.
“Now, come and feed me, Yanna.”
“What?” I strangled out.
“Yanna.” A tinge of impatience that should have irritated me but instead aroused me even more.
“Hurry, dammit.”
And so I hurried, thrilling to the thread of frustration in his voice.
“Hold my hair.”
I gripped his hair.
“Tighter.”
My fingers tightened.
“Now pull my head forward and feed me your cunt.”
I gasped, surprised at how that last word made me feel even more aroused. When I glanced down at him, my legs trembled the moment his burning gaze meant mine. Those lovely, expressive eyes told me that he really was going to eat me until he owned me, body and soul.
“Now, Yanna.”
I pushed his head forward, and my knees immediately turned weak as his tongue stroked my flesh. He started with slow and long strokes, but when my grip on his hair tightened, his tongue delved between my folds, tasting me even more deeply than I ever imagined he could.
A moan escaped me, and the sound made Constantijin’s tongue move even faster, thrusting in and out like a wet and sleeker version of a cock.
“Oh God.”
But still he continued eating me, and all I could do was hold on to him, doing my best to keep myself upright and balanced in my heels.
When his tongue finally found my clit, I lost all control. Mindless with pleasure, I began pushing his head closer to my sex. Constantijin sucked hard on my cl*t and it was all I could not to grind myself against his mouth. He sucked harder and harder, and I floated higher and higher until I could finally fly, the intensity of the pleasure he had given me making my body melt into liquid heat.
Constantijin chuckled as my knees gave out completely. He held me, and I shuddered as I came and came, moisture flooding out from between my legs.
Countless minutes passed and I could only lean against his chest, savoring the softer tremors of the aftermath of pleasure that Constantijin had given me. Constantijin was now on his feet, his arms around my waist, one hand stroking my back idly.