A Different Class - 9

Chapter 9

The taxi stopped outside an old elegant building, a columned doorway flanked by large sash windows. Nate led her by the hand, stopping to open the main door with a key fob. The foyer was just as opulent, marble floors were decorated with leather sofas, original paintings adorned the walls, and a large concierge desk filled one wall.

“Evening Mr Groves!” the small uniformed man at reception touched his hat. "No mail or messages."

Nat nodded, “evening Giles! Thanks.”

He called the lift, a sense of urgency overtaking him. Suddenly it was all a bit too slow, the taxi, the lift, he felt as thought he were treading water, not actually getting anywhere. Nate had been thinking about this all day, hoping that he'd be bringing Rebecca home, and knowing what that would entail if he did. He'd been on the verge of exploding since the thought had first entered his head. 

The apartment, a penthouse of sorts, was on the top floor, six stories from the ground, and hidden behind a huge expanse of oak door. Unlocking the door, he switched on a light and led her in, since the restaurant his hand hadn't let hers go.

Immediately Rebecca could tell the flat boasted two things, first wealth, every fixture and fitting was elegant, but secondly masculinity, dark colours, minimalism, it was functional. The hall was panelled in dark wood, with only a hat stand and side table occupying any space, on top of that was a pile of mail, but Nate ignored it. There were four doors, and as they moved through the hallway, he indicated to the right as the bedroom and study, straight on as the spare room, then threw open the door to his left. The door opened into a huge open plan room, to the right at was a large flat screen TV, wall mounted between two huge floor to ceiling book shelves filled with old looking leather bound tomes. Two leather sofas faced each other in front of the TV, and two small tables with lamps.

Through an archway straight in front of them was the kitchen, a modern well equipped room with a huge range being the focal point of the room, as well as an old weathered kitchen table.

He dropped her hand to pick up a remote control, and suddenly music oozed into the room, there were no obvious speakers, and the clarity of the classical music was flawless. Classical music wasn't her forte and she didn't recognise the artist, or composer.

"Shostakovich," he explained, "My favourite piano concertos, played by a Russian pianist I was in school with."

She nodded, "that's cool. He's very good. Do you play?"

"She!" he offered with a smile, "and I hardly feel that I can say yes when listening so such a master at work, but I did have lessons for most of my childhood." Grinning he glanced at her, "So this is it! My humble abode!" 

There was nothing humble about this place, Bec thought as she watched him check the answer phone in the corner of the room, using the moment to herself, she wandered across to the bookshelf and smiled at the framed photos that sat in front of the books. One of them was of Nate with Patrick, a graduation, University judging by their age, next to that was a photo of Nate on a huge black horse, dressed in uniform she recognised as polo. The third was black and white, an old picture a young beautiful woman holding a small boy. His mother. 

Rebecca felt a sudden choke of emotion at the thought, and when she turned back, he was stood looking in to the huge American style fridge.

“Can I get you a drink?”

Nate paused as he felt her hands close around his waist from behind, “thank you, for bringing me here!”

“It’s not as big a gesture as it seems to have become!”

Turning in her embrace, he stared down at her, and Rebecca foudn her eyes drawn to hip lips, those beautiful lips. She was watching as he lowered his head to kiss her, his lips were warm, soft, and very determined. What started as a gentle, light kiss, soon became so much more. It was furious, passion filled, as they both tried to squeeze their bodies closer to the other. There'd been so much intention, so much unwritten about this date that they were both swamped by the inevitability of it all. 

Nate was an accomplished kisser, knowing exactly what he was doing to her, but Bec was no timid maiden. Her hands slid under his polo shirt, to run over his taught, warm skin, up and down his firm spine. She knew she'd hit the right spot as with a groan he buried his face into her neck, nipping and kissing his way down to the neckline of her shirt.

Pushing with his hips, he backed her into the hard granite work top, her back arching over the counter, his hands sliding up over her waist taking the cotton shirt with them, to lie splayed on her ribs just below her breasts. She threw her head back, eyes closed as she absorbed every possible sensation. Nate chuckled, a warm tingle against her chest, then he bent down to gently kiss the area of belly he’d exposed. She felt a bolt of heat shoot through her, and her legs buckled.

Laughing he took the weight of her against his chest, mashing her body against his, and spun her around. Bumping into the fridge, he glanced around, his lips not leaving hers, then spotting the kitchen table, a lower surface, he half carried her across the room and propped her on the edge. She could perch there more comfortably, without the danger of hurting herself, or even worse, him hurting her.

“Better?” he asked as he once again kissed and nuzzled her neck, he seemed unable to drag himself away from her.

She nodded a reply as she reached around his waist, sliding her hands under the waist band of his trousers to cup his hard buttocks.There was a desperation takng over her, a need to touch him, feel him. As she squeezed his bottom, again he groaned. His response was to resuming the furious kissing, lips bruising, stubble grazing, teeth nipping that had started this situation. She felt truly devoured and worshipped, as he moaned against her skin.

"You smell wonderful!" His breath was a tingle on her ear, as his lips made their way back to meet hers once more. 

“Oh God!” she exclaimed against his mouth as his hands finally found her breasts. She pulled at her own shirt, not caring that it tore more than opened, all she wanted was his flesh on hers, his hands touching her, his lips left hers briefly to drag the shirt over her head, but she quickly tugged his head, guiding them back to hers. 

Nate eventually managed to lift his head, and lowering his hands, she watched as his large yet delicate fingers cupped each breast. It was almost as erotic to watch his touch her, as it had been to meet his gaze, those eyes that were able to strip her to her core.  As he found her hardened nipples throught the lace of her white bra and tweaked them, she fought the desire to crumple up in a heap, and began to loosen his tie, and unbutton his shirt. It was a hard task as she could barely concentrate on anything other than his hands touching, teasing, invading her. 

Finally, she pulled it completely free of his trousers, and then slid the material over his shoulders. With a chuckle, Nate dropped his hands briefly to let it fall to the floor. It was her turn to stare at him,  and she did, for an age, his toned, athletic body was beautiful, and so unexpected. In his conservative clothes, with his conservtive job, and perfect demeanour the last thing she expected was this perfect and divine sculpted body. She ran her hands up his chest through the clusters of light curls, to the contours of his neck.

His response was an almost animal like growl as he pushed her back onto the table, reaching down to unbuckle her trousers, he forced them down her thighs and she kicked her ankles free of them. Nestled between her bare thighs, he lowered himself over her, kissing the cleft between her breasts his tongue laving her skin loving the taste of her skin, the smell of her.

Each moan of pleasure and whimper of excitement that escaped her lips only drove him on further. Rebecca was beside herself, her head rolled from side to side and she was grinding into his thigh needing help to ease the tightness enveloping her. 

Rebecca reached between their bodies to unfasten his trousers, wanting and needing more of him. All of a sudden he stopped, and despite a glance filled with longing at her sprawled over his kitchen table in just underwear he stepped back. Shock and pain etched across his face, “I can’t believe I was about to do this here…”

As he tried to move away she gripped his wrist, pulling him back to her, “what? What’s wrong?”

“I wanted this to be special, a nice meal, candles, music. And here I am about to…” he shook his head unable to contemplate his impromptu behaviour, so completely out of character.

Rebecca could see he was warring with his own emotions, he was so controlled and proper for the whole of his life that she couldn't verbalise how pleasurable it felt to know she'd driven him to this, made him almost lose his mind. Cupping his face, she smiled at him, “We had the meal, the candles, there's even music playing. And the fact that you were about to do something so totally out of character as screw me on your kitchen table - well I can't tell you how flattering that is...or how bloody horny!”

He groaned, “do you have to put it like that?” He covered his face with his hands.

“Nate,” she touched his cheek, “I meant it. It's so...look, relax! You spend too much time thinking and not enough time doing. I am as desperate for this as you are, more maybe. But if it makes you feel better…” she wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, grinding her hips into his pelvis. Bec had no idea where her confidence came from, she'd never been this forward in her life before. And in true sexual siren fashion,  she managed in some sort of escapologist move, to unhook her bra, sliding the straps, slowly over her shoulders, whilst still balancing half back on her elbows, draped over the kitchen table,“…then we can just get dressed and saunter into your bedroom...Or you could finish undoing those trousers and it could happen here…and now!”

She won, leaning down he grabbed the lacy bra in his teeth and tossed it over his shoulder, then looked at her firm round breasts and those inviting dark tips. 

"Beautiful!" he murmured and she blushed as he dropped his mouth to first one then the other, sucking and nipping and driving her wild.

Shaking his head in amazement, unable to believe that she wanted him so badly, or that he was actually about to do this, he lowered his trousers a few inches, enough to get free, sliding a finger into her he groaned, then slid himself deep inside.

It was fast, furious and exciting, Rebecca could barely control her writhing body, and her reactions to this sexy man. She exploded with pleasure moments before he did, and as he slumped over her she was in awe of the things he’d managed to do with his hands, so unselfish, so determined to please her. And all on the kitchen table. So naughty!

She ran her thumb nail down his side, stopping with fingers splayed , “that was amazing!”

He shuddered, his whole body moved in response to her touch, “I feel like a right heel at this moment in time.” Whilst his self loathing was a downer on the mood, Bec couldn't seem to take the smile off her face.

Nate slid out of her and hitched his trousers back up, laughing she repositioned her own underwear. "But I'll never look at this table the same again!"

She was so relieved to see humour return to his face, “Now did someone mention a bedroom?”

His bed was the biggest bed she’d ever seen. An emperor bed, built like a sleigh, and imported from the States so he informed her as he'd led her into the bedroom, a one off item made of a rare American wood, and the bedding was Egyptian cotton, with a very high thread count, and whiter than anything she‘d ever seen. 

She loved the room, and it seemed that the room was having a positive affect on him to, for no sooner had Bec slipped under the covers, than predator Nate followed her. 

“That was a little more what I had in mind!” he finally managed to breath, pulling her into his arms.

Rebecca nodded, "I have no complaints about either versions Mr Groves." She used the same nail to lead a firm trail down his trunk. "You know what I had in mind...?"

She looked up at him and smiled when he shook his head, then she pushed back the duvet and started to kiss her way down his body.

“You don’t have to do that!” his voice was a rasp.

She looked up her head level with his navel, “I want to, really want to.”

With a groan he threw his head back and just let her mouth and tongue take over.