Alizarin Passions Ch. 02

The bottom half of the pastry came in a white paper bag for easy eating, and she inhaled the warm, sweet scent of the treat before sinking her teeth into it.

She'd had Mexican food a few times in the past, but had never experienced the joys of a churro. This is even better than cake, she thought as she felt the sugar melt on her tongue. After a couple of fierce bites, she slowed down, savoring her dessert as Mr. Blackfeld glanced out the window, thoughtfully munching on his own food.

Two bottles of water had accompanied the food, and she took a deep swig from one.

"Thanks for dinner. That really was good!"

He looked back at her with a smile. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. I trust you have had a pleasant birthday so far?" he asked. She felt her pulse quicken, and nodded.

"I have one more gift for you before we part ways." Reaching into his jacket, he pulled out a jewelry box.

No way, Leah thought as he lifted it in one hand for her to see before he quickly opened it to reveal gold on black velvet. She noticed the pale glint of stones, and stared at the diamonds and aquamarine that accented the elegantly-wrought gold.

"Happy birthday," she heard him say. She looked up at him.

"This is... it's absolutely stunning. Thank you." She sat back. I can't accept that. I shouldn't, she told herself.

"Would you like me to put it on you?" he asked. She nodded and held out her arm, He slid the bracelet out of the case and clasped it around her wrist, the caress of his fingers sending a tingle through her arm. The gems glittered sharply under the overhead light, the gold bringing out the blue in the pale aquamarine. It was also her birthstone, today was the twentieth of March.

"It looks nice on you. I'm glad you like it."

"I've never gotten such a nice present. Ever."

"Among other things," he reminded her with a faint smirk. She gave out a rueful chuckle.

"I do appreciate the effort you went to tonight. It was kind of you, sir."

They sat in silence for several minutes as the car coasted along the road. The tinted windows kept the space comfortably private, and she studied him as he sat there with his hands loosely folded across his stomach.

"Oskar?" she asked quietly. He nodded in acknowledgment.

She pressed her hands against her knees as she took a deep breath. She couldn't believe she was about to ask him, but his passion and attentions were liberating in a way. After the strictures of her childhood and marriage, she had gained a taste of real pleasure, and she was loath to give it up so soon. Her loins ached deliciously from their previous encounter, and she wanted even more.

"Do you still desire me?" she asked. He raised an eyebrow, and again nodded, this time in a more meaningful way.

"I would like to... you know."

He smiled faintly and leaned forward. "Then come here. Take off your panties. Shoes, too, that will make it more comfortable for you."

She was quick to shimmy out of said clothing, and Mr. Blackfeld was stroking himself. Just the sight was enough to send a fresh ache through her core, radiating into her lower stomach and thighs. He leaned back, siding his knees forward so that he was partially reclined, his erection now pointing upwards. "Come, my dear." With his free hand, he patted his lap.

She'd ridden Robert before, so she was able to position herself comfortably, straddling his lap as he continued his slow, steady pumping.

Leah pulled herself up before lowering herself as he held his organ steady for her. Recalling how pleasant it had been to wiggle against him, she did so as she looked down at him. He nodded approvingly as she held herself steady, hips gyrating sharply as she moved down inch by inch.

"Leah," he sighed, hands moving to her hips as she finished the journey. As she moved against him, his hands slid under her shirt, stroking her back and sides, and fondling her breasts through her bra.

"Damnit," she panted as the two of them moved against one another, using the seat and one another as leverage. She bore down hard on him, and felt his breath against her neck as his grip on her tightened. She looked down at him, lost in his intense gaze as he bared his teeth at her in gasps and growls.

When he grabbed her hair and pulled her in for a kiss, she offered no protest, and tasted a few lingering sugar crystals on his lips as his tongue pressed into her mouth. Even after he came, he continued to thrust into her, and she was content to gyrate her hips to draw out his pleasure.

Finally, they had to break for air, and she breathed shakily as she looked down at him, tucking several loose strands of her hair behind an ear. He continued to hold her close and caress her, and she rested her head against his shoulder, feeling his hands slide down her back and rear end.

"You smell really good," she whispered. "The other time, too."

He gave out a small hum of approval. "It's called Creed. One of my personal favorites."

"It's becoming one of mine," she replied. The elegant undertones of the cologne was not something she'd ever scented in the aftershaves or other scents her husband had ever used.

"Ah, a woman of fine tastes," he said lightly. She smiled faintly and rolled off him, stretching out her legs. Suddenly, her phone alerted her to a text. She twisted around, pulling it out of her purse and glancing at the screen.

'Where are you, honey?'. It was Robert. He would have gotten home not long ago, and would have been expecting her to have made it before he did.

'Just coming out of a meeting,' was her reply.

"What was that?" Mr. Blackfeld asked.

"My husband. Um, he got off work a while ago and was wondering where I was. So I said I was in a meeting."

"A meeting? Well, that certainly is being more honest to him than he had been to you."

"I guess I am being the better person?" she replied dryly. He smirked at that as he quickly cleaned himself up and straightened his clothing. Leah took the napkins he offered and quickly cleaned herself up, feeling the thick slickness between her legs from their shared passion.

There'd never been this much of a mess after sex with her husband, but then, she'd never felt this aroused. She'd heard of burning passion and all that, but until her time with Mr. Blackfeld, she'd wondered if that was something only found in romance novels or porn movies, or maybe she was just one of these women who was incapable of that sort of sexual response.

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Oskar was quiet as he watched Leah's figure recede in the distance. Halfway down the block was the bus stop Leah said she used, and he was nothing if not a man who knew how to use discretion. Although the glass was tinted, he was able to see her well enough under the streetlights.

She paused at the corner, looking over her shoulder back at his car. The collar of her jacket was turned up against the brisk evening chill, lending a vulnerability to her look.

He shook his head. He'd given her pleasure, and gave her a nice present. That is enough, he told himself firmly. There was no need for anything further, not when there were plenty of other things -- and women -- to do.