Elsie stood at the entrance, taking in the majesty of the church scene. Yes, the setting was amazing, but she was more radiant than the light bouncing off the stained glass. I was speechless, like everyone else. Breath literally caught in my throat as my greedy eyes drank in the sight of her.
She wore black leather and a sexy-as-fuck corset over a silky shirt. They fully covered her up, but the outfit made her breasts pop out and outlined the voluptuousness of her curves. Her hair was artfully swept to the side in waves and curls, away from her face more than I’d ever seen.
And her face. Oh, her face! The makeup artists used dramatic face paint to cover the entire left side with the image of a rising sun. Bright yellows and reds mixed with shining glitter blended into her skin. It swept over her scalp and down her neck, making her look like a painted goddess.
She walked fully into the room, and my chest expanded. No matter where we were and what she looked like, my body responded to this woman. But here? In front of others? I wanted to sweep her away and hide her all for myself.
I met her halfway, my brain trying to think of something to say, but I just looked at her like an idiot. She was taller in those fancy boots, her eyes coming up to my shoulder.
We stood there, the two of us, not saying anything. Amelia stepped in beside her and, after trying to engage me in conversation, waved her hand and walked away. I barely registered it. Elsie had all my attention. I took her hand in mine, feeling the comfort of our connection.
“You made it.” I smiled, happy to be standing next to her in the outside world.
“I made it.” Her voice shook, her hand squeezed mine.
All the anxiety of the last two weeks melted away. Rush was gone, his accusations forgotten. I refused to deny our chemistry any longer; I refused to allow her to deny it.
“You’re so beautiful, El,” I whispered, my other hand touching the unpainted side of her face.
She glanced down, her shyness adorable. “Thank you, Skyler. I was so nervous, but they did a good job, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, I think.” Before I could pull her into a locked room and fuck her in that corset, I took her hand and walked her across the church to meet the director, my hand never leaving hers. I was making an explicit statement to everyone there. This amazing, gorgeous, talented woman was with me.
“Okay, folks, we’ve got two more sequences to run! One with just Ms. Clarke, then with Skyler and Ms. Clarke. Places! Break’s over.” The director dispersed everyone, placing Elsie at the front of the church, giving her instructions.
Instead of going to the side, I took my original place. I would not leave her out there by herself the first go around. Even if they weren’t filming from my angle, I’d make sure she was able to see me. Her eyes stayed focused in my direction, or connection unbroken.
Our song came through the speakers. Elsie began breathing heavily, her eyes never leaving mine. We sang together from across the church, the soft light sparkling against her face. She lifted her hands up at the height of the song as if her voice could call God down from the heavens.
In our next scene, we met in the middle, standing in a position to waltz. We didn’t sing on this take, just looked into each other’s eyes. Holding her body close to mine, I pulled her along to the beat. She tilted her head back, joy shining for the camera. I spun her around, placed my hands at her waist, and lifted her above my head, still moving in a slow circle. Her eyes became enormous, surprised at my move.
“Elsie…” My voice was drowned out by the music, but she heard me, placed her hands on either side of my face as I lowered her into my kiss. For a moment all awareness outside my body was gone. Only the connection of our lips existed.
“Cut!” The director’s voice interrupted our reverie.
When the music stopped, I ended our kiss but kept her in my arms, not wanting to let go.
“Be with me, Elsie. Please.” I couldn’t stop myself from begging her; I wasn’t beneath it.
Before she could respond, the director began barking orders. People scrambled everywhere and Elsie was pulled from my arms. The PA pulled me away. We had a whole other set of scenes to film today, but I wanted to call it quits and just sequester myself alone with my woman.
She was. My woman.
Now it was up to her to decide if I was her man.
Be Brave. Be Bold. Be Badass.
Elsie
Stepping into my hotel suite, I shut the door, leaned back against it, and laughed hysterically.
It was like a different person had taken over my body. The fear and insecurities were gone, at least temporarily. After leaving the video shoot, Amelia and I went to the mall where I shopped and mingled with other people without hesitation, almost like the makeup on my face was my new mask, but instead of resenting it, I reveled in it. As we walked through the shops, I smiled. When normally I would incite morbid curiosity in others, they looked at me like I was beautiful.
Then there was Skyler—the way he’d looked at me like he wanted me.
Be with me, Elsie.
Please.
The words reverberated in my head and made heat pool between my thighs. I wanted nothing more than to be his. To know what it’s like to be with a man fully, but not just any man, him.
Pulling away from the door, I looked at the clock. Nine at night. Where would I find him right now? I never got his phone number because I didn’t need it at the ranch; I’d just walk over to his bungalow and knock.
That’s what I’ll do, then. I’ll walk over to his door…and knock.
Looking in the mirror, I giggled. Today was a day for new experiences. It was now or never.
Be brave…be bold…be badass.
I took five minutes to reapply deodorant, brush my teeth, and dab some perfume. For a little extra courage, I grabbed some whiskey from the minibar and fortified myself before leaving my room.
As I stood outside his door, I felt a fissure of doubt. Did he really want this? Did I really want this? Would we be able to still work together? Would there be fallout?
Taking a deep breath, I pulled back my shoulders. Something inside told me I’d never have this opportunity again, and that helped me make my decision. It was time to be brave and take what I want instead of hiding away from it.
Before I could think twice, I knocked on the door and not ten seconds later it opened to him. He had no shoes or shirt on. I could see his myriad of tattoos, his quick breaths making them rise and fall like they were alive. Lord Have Mercy. The dark words, his tribute to Elvis Presley, called to me. I thought of the lyrics. I’m a burning hole where I lay…like the sweet song of a choir. Here stood my choir boy, all grown up into a fine man.
“Elsie.” Skyler smiled and held out his hand, beckoning me.
With no hesitation, I took it and allowed him to pull me into the room. If you could call it a room; he had the suite, with a living room and kitchen off to the side.
He guided me to the couch in the living room and sat down with me, his hand never leaving mine. “You came.” His words were barely above a whisper like if he spoke too loud I’d disappear.
“I came.” The knowledge that he’d been expecting me filled me with excitement. I gulped, trying to get my emotions under control.
Skyler took my face in his hands and touched his lips to mine. I pressed my hands against his hard pecs and focused on kissing him back. I felt so alive when he touched me as if something connected me to a live wire.
He lifted me onto his lap and held me there, taking his time sipping my lips. I let him take the lead because, though I had an idea where we were going, I didn’t have a map. I trusted him to take us to the inevitable conclusion that had been building since the first day when he knocked on my door.
His hands began roaming around my thighs, squeezing my ass through the tight leather Gina insisted I wear offset. Each place he touched came alive, making me gasp. I was a ball of feeling, lit on fire by his hands.
Taking some initiative, I s
traddled his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck, taking down his hair, feeling the thick length through my fingers. He leaned his head back, our eyes at the same level. His pupils were dilated with desire. I could feel his hardness between my legs, making me wiggle with excitement.
Groaning, he grabbed my hips and pressed me down against him while simultaneously thrusting his hips up. The sensation was exquisite, and I cried out.
“Are you sure?” He whispered, his voice thick with arousal. I knew what he was asking.
“Yes. Please.” At that moment, I didn’t want to be anywhere else. There was nothing I wanted more than to be intimate with this amazing man.
“I’m going to make love to you, Elsie. I’m going to touch every inch of your gorgeous body and make you scream with pleasure. Do you hear me?” He squeezed the globes of my ass, punctuating his questions.
My nipples tightened at his words. Dear God, that sounded amazing.
I couldn’t speak, just nod.
“Good girl.” His smile was so bright I could melt. He stood, his hands firmly anchored under my ass, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist as he walked into the other room. I expected him to lay me on the bed, but we went to the bathroom, where he propped me on the counter.
“Not that the idea isn’t thrilling, but I’d much rather be in bed my first time, Skyler.”
“Oh, we’ll get there. Don’t you worry, sweet girl.” He stepped back, grabbed a washcloth, and wet it with hot water. Before I could stop him, he brushed it against my face, wiping off my makeup.
“Don’t!” I cried out, pulling his hand away from me. “Leave it on. It makes me so beautiful!”
He kissed me again, slowly, sending all thoughts racing from my head and all I could think about was him.
“You don’t need this paint to be beautiful, El. You’ve always been stunning to me.”
Incapable of arguing against such a declaration, I let him wipe off the thick makeup. When he finished, he kissed along my jaw, over every inch of my scar before coming back to my mouth.
I gripped his shoulders as he lifted me, finally taking me to the bedroom and gently laying me on the bed like I was the most delicate object he’d ever touched. His hot gaze followed his hands as they traveled over my body making me shake with anticipation.
Strong fingers traveled the length of my calves until they reached the zipper on my boots. He pulled them off and threw them to the floor. He flipped me over, so my back was to him. I gasped at the feel of his weight against my body. Leaning over me, he licked my neck and bit my earlobe.
“Do you have any idea how much I wanted to get you alone in that church? To fuck you while you had on this damn thing?” His hands caressed my back through my corset. “You looked like a goddess stepping out of my dirty fantasies.” He untied each of the bindings, unlacing it as he went. When it was loose enough, he pulled it off and tossed it on the floor, and flipped me over again. Next, he pulled off my shirt so I lay there in my black bra. Keeping my eyes on his I slipped the straps off my shoulders, and reached back, and released the clasp. My breasts were bare to him now, my nipples pebbled like little gems.
“In church? What a sinful thought,” I teased with a breathy moan as if I hadn’t been having the exact same daydream.
My hands went to the clasp on the ridiculous leather pants and I began pulling them down. He took over, his eyes popping wide when he saw I wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“No panties? In leather?” His voice croaked. “And I’m the unholy one?”
“No underwear lines…Gina insisted. She said underwear lines were the devil. I didn’t want to be sacrilegious, so I agreed to go commando.” I giggled.
“Sweet Jesus…and thank God for Gina.”
When my pants were off, he threw them on the floor to join my corset. I lay there, naked as the day I was born, feeling beautiful. It was such a heady experience having such confidence in my body around this amazing, sexy man.
I sat up and yanked his hips toward me. My hands slid up the hard plains of his muscular torso. He took off his jewelry and toed off his boots. Tugging his jeans open, I ripped the last few buttons and ran my nails over his thick, muscled thighs before trailing back up his chest, twerking his nipple rings. My mouth watered and I could feel the slick heat gathering between my thighs.
Skyler was panting as he finished dragging his pants down and slid them off, taking his slim-fit boxers with them. His cock stood at attention, a small drop of come dripping from the tip. He took the length in his hand and began to slowly stroke it from stem to tip. I watched, mesmerized by such an erotic sight.
“I’m going to make love to you, Elsie. I’m going to ease this cock inside your pussy and take your virginity. I’m going to be gentle. But I’m going to make you come. Hard. And a lot. Do you understand?”
Skyler kept his eyes on mine; his erotic words mesmerizing me. I was speechless, only able to nod in acknowledgment.
“I need your words, Elsie. Tell me…”
“Make love to me, Skyler. Please.”
He pulled me up to the middle of the bed, his mouth pressing hard against mine, ravishing my lips. I groaned into him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer to me. This was a kiss at full burn, a firestorm of passion. We kissed over and over, our bodies pressed against each other, a fire igniting our skin.
He pressed a knee between my thighs, exerting pressure on my most aroused area. My hips jolted up, seeking purchase. I needed the pressure. And only he could give it to me.
Skyler slowly slid down my body, kissing my breasts, licking my stomach, and settling between my thighs. My heart rate skyrocketed knowing what he was about to do.
He wasn’t subtle or teasing. He jumped right into me. His tongue swept in wide strokes, alternating between licking my nether lips and sucking on my clit. In five minutes, I was screaming his name, grasping his head, pulling him toward my center as the orgasm rolled through me.
Lifting himself up, he pressed his finger inside of me and grinned. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”
Coming down from my high, I nodded. This time, he didn’t force me to speak the words. I don’t know if I’d have been able to at that moment.
I watched with anticipation as Skyler unwrapped a condom and slid it down his hard cock. According to all sources, this was going to hurt. As he positioned himself to slide inside me, I chanted my mantra.
Be brave…be bold…be badass!
There was nothing to fear. This was Skyler, and I trusted him. I lift my hips as the head of his cock pushed into me.
“Oh, God.” It felt intense, liberating as he continued to enter me. My hands gripped his biceps as he reached places inside of me that had never been penetrated.
Notched inside me, he leaned down, his left arm locking my head in and his right lifting my thigh onto his hip.
“Keep your eyes on me, Elsie.” His voice was deep with desire. I obeyed, staring into his eyes.
He continued to slide into me and stopped when he met resistance. He looked at me with a question in his eyes. In answer, I reached down, grasped his gorgeous ass, and pulled him to me, breaking through the barrier and lodging deep inside me.
The pinch wasn’t as bad as I expected and only lasted a moment. He steadied himself, his face contorting into what looked like pain.
“Are you okay?” He choked out the words.
Smiling, I nodded. I was his fully now. I was more than okay.
“Fuck, El. Fuck. I’ve never…it’s so amazing, baby.” He slid out an inch and pushed back in. The sensation was delicious. My hands gripped his ass harder, asking for more.
“Do it again. Move again!”
Skyler slammed his lips into mine and thrust. I couldn’t say anything; I could barely breathe. I met his driving rhythm beat for beat. His hugeness seemed to stretch and devour me. I felt consumed.
It wasn’t long before I was thrashing against him, my body shuddering, head tilting back in soundle
ss ecstasy. When the orgasm came, it ripped through my body like liquid fire in a scorching wave.
Skyler’s pace quickened until he jerked hard, convulsing with a roar of satisfaction on his lips. I felt his cock expand and jerk inside me; I watched his face contort with rapture.
I’d never felt so close to someone in my life. Opening up to him had been the ultimate act of vulnerability, but it rewarded me with him doing the same in the most exquisite act of intimacy.
I knew at that moment I loved this man. The feeling didn’t fill me with fear as I’d expected it to; it was ethereal, not something of this world.
Skyler took a deep breath and slid to my side, slipping off the full condom and tossing it into the wastebasket. He pulled me to him, leaning my head on his chest. I could hear his heartbeat racing and feel his breath come in quick bursts. Turning to me, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me with a smile on his lips.
I did not fear my love for this man. I feared losing him when the time came for him to leave.
Waking in Her Arms
Skyler
The next morning, Elsie was lying naked in my arms with her soft body wrapped around me. She was all woman—soft, curves, and candy to my male appetite and I was starving for her. I didn’t feel alone for the first time in a long time.
Almost a year had passed since I was with a woman. I took advantage of a lot of the opportunities for sex earlier in my career, but since Benny died, I had less of an urge to connect sexually with women. Groupies didn’t interest me anymore. The monotonous repetition of nameless faces became depressing.
Although he didn’t admit it, I knew Benny went back to the drugs after my mother died. He’d slip away and hide; our deep conversations were less frequent. Even though I had him in my life, I was already losing him. Finding him in at that prostitute’s home in South Central merely finalized his absence.
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