Nic’s hand gingerly slipped under the hem of my skirt, and I could sense from his touch that he wanted to make certain he didn’t take it too far.   With his other arm still coiled around my waist, he turned me so my chest is flush against his, and I had to press my toes on the floor to keep my balance.  I could feel my weight pressing down on his crotch, rubbing against it incidentally as I’m kissing him.  He held me tightly, softly moaning…  a feral, guttural sound.  As I kissed him, I opened my eyes and caught a peek of him; his eyes were closed, his eyebrows arched. 

At some point – we could have been there for days, for all I knew – he broke our kiss and leaned his head back.  I kissed his neck and chest and nibbled on his ear, and he turned his head to the side, squeezing his eyes tight as if to block out all of reality.  After torturing him for a bit, he took my face in his hands and started kissing me again - very hard, lots of tongue.  The chair folded back, much to my surprise, and he laid down, pulling me on top of him.  He squeezed my tits, then settled into a tender exploration, occasionally breaking eye contact to watch his hands working me over, almost hypnotized.  By this time I’m straddling his crotch, and he’s rock hard.  The thought of being able to arouse a man like Nic gave me a little more confidence than I would otherwise have, but before I had a chance to act on my newfound boldness he grabbed me by the upper arms and sat upright, throwing my legs in the air.  The look in his eye had changed from shameless craving to apprehension.

“Something has to be made clear right now… I’m a private person.  You understand why.  I don’t talk about my intimate life, and I’m hoping you won’t either.   If anyone finds out about this, I’ll know you betrayed my trust.  Do you understand?”

For a few seconds, I was too stunned to speak.  His mood had changed so erratically; the grip on my arms, while not directly threatening, meant serious business.  Nicolas Cage was not a man who accepted lies and deceit gracefully.

“Do you understand?”, he whispered hoarsely, pulling me just a little more closely.  That look in his face… he wasn’t joking. 

“I won’t tell anyone.  You have my word.”, I responded haltingly, then added, “Nobody would believe me anyway, right?”.

This obvious statement seemed to satisfy his concerns and his sense of humor, and his face broke into a mirthful, relaxed smile.  “Mmmmm….good.  I’m glad you understand.”

Releasing his grip on my arms just a little, he pinned them down at my sides; he was still aggressive with me, but in a way I could better appreciate.  As he lunged in for another brutal kiss, I could feel him grinding deeply against me.  There was really nothing this man did that could be considered gentle.

His warm, moist lips found my ear again.  “There’s something about you that makes me feel… “, he paused, searching for just the right word, “generous.  I don’t know what it is, exactly…”.  

Entranced by his carnal offerings all over my neck, face and ears, I barely noticed his hands moving down further, playing with the hem of my skirt and fishing for more underneath.  He made my head swim with desire, and I was losing myself with every touch.  At this point, he could have made me do anything he wanted.

“… but I want to make you happy.  Just for this one night, I want to give you something special.”, he hissed the last word, sealing the circle in a wicked spell of lust that he cast on me a long, long time ago… long before I even walked into the room.   Without another word, Nic flipped me around so that I was now sitting back in the chair, my skirt hitched precariously close to the danger zone.  He kneeled down below me, rubbing his hands over my thighs and kissing my knees as if to worship them.  He looks up at me after a few seconds, an obeisant glint in his eye.

“Another drink?”, he asked, his voice thick with tension.

I nodded sheepishly, a little puzzled as to where things were going.  He poured me another glass of wine and resumed his position at my feet, working his way down my calves and tickling my toes.  Eventually he moved back up a little, and that warm familiar anticipation of earthly delight crept over me.  He kissed my crotch, my panties still on… his finger ran along the edge of my leg band, begging to slip inside.  After teasing me for far too long, he pushed it aside and his mouth followed suit…. I had never seen a man revel in his own generosity the way he did; I was almost jealous of the fact that he seemed to enjoy it even more than I did, his soulful blue eyes glimmering playfully and silently daring me to watch him finish me off.  His tongue set me on fire like nothing else could, and his adventurous fingers touched and stroked me until I lost all feeling in my limbs… my fingers clawed and grasped at the chair’s arms but all I felt was his mouth, his fingertips… for a fleeting moment, I was dimly aware that I was living the hottest, darkest fantasy of countless women, and that served to excite me even more.

He was very, very close to pushing me over the edge when we heard the knock…