Erotic story: “I can’t see him and that only makes it more exciting”

Roos is abruptly awakened from her sleep on a weekday night by the doorbell. Waiting until the next day was not an option for him. He wants her. Now.

In the distance, I hear something that sounds like ringing. I turn over once more under the covers; it must be nothing. But then I hear it again. It's the bell of my front door. I sit up straight in my bed and quickly grab my phone from the nightstand. 02:26, it says on the screen. Carefully, I let myself slide out of bed and I tiptoe softly to the front door. My heart pounds hard in my throat. Who is standing in the hallway in front of my house at this hour? I press my eye against the golden peephole and I see Jacques leaning against the door with one hand. His head is down, his tie half undone around his neck. I sigh with relief but feel the anger bubbling up inside me. Quickly, I turn the door from the lock.

“Jacques, what are you doing here?” I say sharply. I can't hide the irritation in my voice and I pull my kimono a bit tighter around me with my arms. He pushes the door further open with his hand and steps into the hallway. His eyes dart over my bare legs and neck. “You're driving me crazy, Roos,” he sighs. “I want to feel you under me at any time of the day.” He buries his head in my neck and I smell the intoxicating scent of his perfume mixed with Marlboro Gold and white wine. “You can't just show up in the middle of the night,” I try to say, but I feel my body responding to the caress of his hands and lips.

Jacques kicks off his loafers, leaves his jacket and tie on the floor of the hallway, and tugs at my kimono as he follows me to my bedroom. “I really need to sleep,” I protest again. “We have an important appointment tomorrow.” He wraps his arms around my waist and with one swift motion, he pulls my kimono off. I stand before him in nothing but my thong. Jacques holds his breath as he inspects every inch of my body. I feel my skin warming under his gaze. Then he pushes me forward onto the bed and skillfully helps me out of the last piece of fabric.

I feel Jacques’ hand stroking over my buttocks and then his fingers disappear between my legs. Slowly, he pushes them deep inside me. With his free hand, he caresses my back and tangles through my long hair. He gently pulls on it as he moves his fingers faster inside me. The thought of sleep has completely vanished. The fatigue is gone. All I want is for Jacques to take me. Hard. “Oh, Jacques,” I moan. “What do you want, Roos?” I feel his erection through his pants as he leans over me from behind. “Emmène-moi.” He quickly unzips his pants.

The fact that he was knocking on my door at half past two in the morning is what really gets me worked up now. I can't see him in the dark as he fills me deeply from behind in one go, and that only makes it hotter. He takes me hurriedly and without fuss; he needs it. I hear his breath getting faster and he groans louder as he presses his fingers into my buttocks.

“Play with yourself,” Jacques says, groaning. I slide my hand down my chest and let the tip of my finger circle between my labia, in rhythm with how he takes me. My stomach tightens gently and he feels that I'm heading towards a climax. “Turn over,” he suddenly whispers in my ear. I turn onto my back on the bed and look at Jacques. His gaze is longing; he bites his lip as his eyes dart towards mine. I stroke my thumb over his mouth and he holds his breath for a moment. Then he teasingly bites at my finger and gently sucks on it.

Jacques takes me slowly. I wrap my legs tightly around him. With every thrust deeper inside me, he looks at me. I can hardly breathe; his gaze is so intense. The sudden slowing of our lovemaking is maddening. It feels as if I'm disappearing into his body and he into mine. As the orgasm jolts through my body, I cling to his shoulders. My nails dig into his skin as I scream his name and we come together.