Don’t think about that. Just enjoy the moment.
His arms cloaked my back, softly turning me toward the balcony railing. As our tongues collided, I tasted the wine against his lips. He pressed me against the railing. Against the backdrop of the city. The wind kicked up, tousling my curly hair around. His fingertips slid into my kinky coils. He fisted them, drawing my head back softly. I sighed as he kissed down my neck, raking his teeth along my pulse point.
“Eli,” I whispered.
“I’ll have you yelling that before I’m done with you.”
The growl that left his lips drenched my panties in wetness. He laid his teeth into my breasts, causing me to moan out. He pressed my face back up and his lips found mine, his tongue invading my personal space. And as my arms made their way around his neck, I pulled him even closer to me.
Before his hands gripped my ass cheeks.
He picked me up, carrying me into the bedroom before my back fell against the mattress. I bounced once. Twice. Three times, before my heels flew off. I heard clothes dropping to the floor. I heard the ‘zip’ of a belt sliding out of its loops. I panted softly, my eyes falling against Eli as he stripped his body of their clothing.
And when his shirt came over his head, my jaw fell open.
“Holy shit.”
That lean, toned muscle underneath his clothing came to life. Teeming with a gorgeous tan. Etched with deep ridging that made my tongue dart out to lick my lips. His chest swelled with pride and strength. The divot ran down, breaking into a sharp torso with thick rings around his abs. My eyes trailed along those pointers at his hips. Begging my mouth to kiss them. I sat up, scooting myself to the edge of the bed. Feeling my dress gathering at my hips as I spread my legs.
I reached out for him, pulling him between my knees as my eyes fluttered up to meet his. He ran his hand through my hair, breaking apart my curls and creating a massive, frizzy mess. But, I didn’t care. The only thing I cared about was that grin of his. The cheeky little grin giving way to those boyish dimples that did nothing to hamper the desperate lust in his eyes.
And as I undid the button of his pants, I couldn't wait to get my mouth wrapped around his glorious cock.
9
Eli
“Oh, sh--Giana!”
The second her lips wrapped around my engorged cock, I lost it. I fisted her wild mess of curly hand in my hand and slid all the way down the back of her throat. She gagged, and my head fell back. She hollowed out those blushing cheeks of hers and I growled out into her bedroom. Her mouth felt so warm. So wet. So inviting. And it forecasted the beauty of her pussy to come when I took what I wanted.
“Fuck,” I hissed.
Her tongue wrapped around the head of my cock as she slid her mouth up and down my shaft. My legs contracted, shaking and convulsing as I stood there. I looked down upon her enchanting lips, watching her lipstick streak my cock. Spit dripped down my balls, rushing down my thighs as my pants fell to the floor.
If I wasn’t careful, I’d erupt much too soon.
Her wild hair begged to be mussed and knotted with my movements. I fucked her face, watching her eyes roll back as she plummeted into ecstasy. She looked wanton for my cock. Aching for my juices to slide down her throat. But, her mouth wasn’t the hole I’d fill tonight.
I wanted to gaze into her eyes as I did that.
She moved faster. My cock pumped deeper. Every time I slid down the crook of her neck, she gagged. Her throat closed around me, pulling my balls further into my body. Drawing them up and readying them for release.
And just as I felt myself on the brink of orgasm, I pulled her mouth away from my cock. Smiling at it popped, with spit dribbling down her chin.
“You have no idea how gorgeous you look right now,” I grunted.
I pulled her up to her feet and crashed our lips together. I tasted my precum on her lips. The first of many marks I’d leave behind for her to remember me by. I stripped her of her clothes, feeling her zipper slide down in between my fingertips. The fabric slid down her body, revealing her thick curves and sloping waist, just beckoning for my cradle. I backed her toward the bed. I unlatched her bra, sliding it down her arms. Her voluptuous breasts pressed against my body, molding to me. Bending to me. Shifting against me as I laid on top of her, our bodies sprawled out across the bed.
Then, my lips landed against her neck.
“Eli,” she breathed.
“Mmm, say it again.”
“Oh, Eli.”
“One more time.”
“Eli, please.”
“Shove me where you want me, sweet girl.”
“Oh, shit, Eli!”
She pushed me between her legs, bypassing every part of her I wanted to kiss. But, I was more than welcoming to the way she wrapped her thick thighs around my face. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her pussy close to my mouth. And as I dove my tongue deep between her folds, her hands gripped my hair. Pulling me closer, tugging me nearer. Until her body shook and shivered with orgasm.
“Yes, yes. Oh, El--oh. I can’t. Eli. No. No. N--yes. Yes. Right there. That’s the spot.”
I chuckled as I continued tracing her tongue, feeling her tremble from the aftershocks of her first orgasm. Much too easy, for a beautiful woman like her. She deserved at least another one. I lapped up her juices, drinking her down as she dripped down my neck. I couldn't stop worshipping her pussy. The way it jumped for me. The way it tasted for me. The way her pussy folds molded to my cheeks and the way her thighs quaked around my head. I rested my cheek against her skin as I traced her throbbing clit. She rocked against me, her sounds nothing but drones and groans as I flicked across the tip of it quickly. Like lightning.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Eli!”
“There’s that sound I wanted to hear.”
She fell over the edge again and I sucked her clit between my teeth. I didn’t let her go. I only pulled her closer as her juices sprayed against my face. I wanted myself coated in her. I didn’t want an inch of me to not smell like this beautiful woman. She collapsed against the bed, shaking visibly as I released her clit from between my lips.
And as I kissed up her body, I took my time with her curves.
“Oh, Eli,” she whispered.
“You taste divine, Giana.”
I kissed up the small pooch behind her belly button. I sucked at her hip bones, feeling her buck and rock underneath me, as soft giggles fell from her lips. I smiled at the sound. I kissed up her waist, teasing the dip of it with my tongue.
Then, I gripped her hips and flipped her over in a flash.
“Oh!”
I fisted her thighs, bringing them up to me. She got on her hands and knees, offering herself as an offering to my dick. I grabbed my aching girth, sliding the tip of me along her soaking wet folds. And when I found her entrance, I pushed myself in. Giving her no chance to breathe as I filled her to the brim.
“Holy fuck,” she groaned, her face falling into the sheets.
“Hang on tight, beautiful.”
I pounded into her, watching her ass cheeks jiggle for me. I held onto her hips, holding her up as she weakened underneath me. I felt her pussy wrapping around me. Massaging me. Begging me to orgasm. To fill her. To mark her in all the ways she wanted. She didn’t have to worry, though. I’d mark her once I was done with her.
If I’d ever be done with her.
“Yes. Yes. Eli, holy shit. You feel so good. So good. So good. Yes. Right there. Holy sh--Eli! What are you doing to me!?”
“Giving you what you deserve,” I growled.
I slammed into her one last time, and I felt her fall over the edge. She fell to the bed, her body splayed out for me as she shook and trembled with yet another orgasm. I slid down, grabbing her ankles as I flipped her back over. I crash-landed against her; our lips connected as I swallowed her lustful sounds.
Before I slipped right back into that tight little pussy of hers.
“Fucking hell,” I grunted.
I rolled against her, feeling her cling to me. Her nails dug into my back as I slid one of her legs over my shoulders. I felt her open up. I felt her tits puckering tightly against my chest. I swiveled my hips, groaning as she suckled on my lower lip. My name fell from her mouth like an enchanted prayer. She called out to gods of any sort as I fucked her senseless. Her headboard bashed against the wall. I felt her toes flexing against the back of my damn head. She raked her nails down my skin, leaving a sweet burn behind that tickled the tip of my dick.
“I’m close. Eli. Yes. Don’t fucking stop!”
“And now, for my next trick.”
Just as her pussy gripped my dick, I picked up her other leg. I slid it over my other shoulder, bending her in half as her eyes widened. The last half-inch of my cock slid into her body, causing her back to arch dangerously. I buried my face into her tits. Kissing and sucking as broken moans fell from her lips. Her pussy fluttered wildly around my cock. So much so that I had to stop and take a few breaths, so I didn’t explode.
Because I certainly wasn’t ready to.
“I can’t do anymore. Eli. I--I can’t. It’s--I--my body, it--.”
She heaved for air as her legs slid off my shoulders. I stayed seated within her, moving slowly as her body came down from its high. If she pushed me away, I’d be done. But, she didn’t. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down to her lips. Kissing me with a fiery passion that sizzled me all the way to my toes.
And jumped my balls into overdrive.
I swallowed the chanting of my name down my throat. I breathed life into her as she breathed life into me. Our tongues collided and our bodies intertwined as we rolled around, teasing and bucking and riding. I wrapped myself up in her. I felt her cling to me as her legs locked around my waist. I laced our fingers together, pounding against her body as holes drilled into the plaster of her walls.
And yet, neither of us cared.
“Come with me. Please, Eli. My body. It hurts. So good. You--you’re--Eli, come with me!”
“Just a few--more--fuck!”
Her pussy clamped down around me, holding me in place as my entire body locked up. I fell against her, bracing myself as the world sizzled and burst around me. I growled into Giana’s neck. I bit into her shoulder, marking and suckling and licking as her pussy milked me dry. With each pump of my cock, I groaned. With each pulse of my balls, I grunted. Never in my life had an orgasm washed over me as much as this one had, and after my body settled against hers, I couldn't move.
But, more than that, I didn’t want to move.
She felt like perfection underneath me. Almost like home, if there were any other word for it. It felt right. Good. Like I was supposed to be here. I slid off to the side, my cock falling from between her legs. I gathered her glorious body against me, holding and stroking her curves.
“We made such a mess,” she whispered.
“We can clean it up in the morning.”
And with a soft kiss to her forehead, the two of us passed out.
It wasn’t until I woke up the next morning that I understood what had happened. For the first time in my adult life, I’d actually stayed the night with a woman. I never did that kind of thing. It just… wasn’t me. With the kind of life I led and who my family was, it was easier that way. Casual dating. Maybe some intimacy. Friends with benefits, those kinds of deals. Nothing like this, though. Nothing permanent, or serious, or real.
But, as I gazed upon Giana’s sleeping face nestled softly against my chest, I felt my heart skip a beat.
I could get used to this.
I laid there, staring up at the ceiling. Somehow, this all felt different. The date. How we met. But, I’d also never woken up next to a woman before. So, I didn’t have anything to compare it to. Still, it didn’t feel awkward. Like I figured it would. It felt natural. And with each soft breath Giana brushed against my skin, I felt myself warm against her.
For the first time since attending law school, I didn’t want to get up and work.
Giana wasn’t simply another notch on my bedpost. She was more. This was more. And I wanted to see her again. I racked my brain with things I could to do thank her for the evening. And as my stomach growled out, I thought of the perfect gesture.
Breakfast.
I reached down and kissed the top of her head. Then, I made slow work of slithering away from her. At first, I thought I’d woken her up. She sighed and stretched, rolling back over to her side of the bed. She pulled the covers over her face and I chuckled to myself. She was the cutest thing on the face of this planet. I stood there, quietly pulling my clothes on. Hoping to hear the steadying of her breathing as she fell back asleep.
And when I heard those soft sighs of hers, I knew I was in the clear.
“All right. Let’s see what she’s got to cook,” I murmured to myself.
I made my way out of her bedroom, still coated in the scent of her. I smiled as I opened the fridge, scanning the items she had in there. It wasn’t much. But, I could work with it. I pulled out the eggs and the cheese, along with a half-package of bacon I found. There was bread for toast, and a very nice coffee maker to make us a pot.
“Sounds like a well-balanced breakfast to me.”
I got to work on the cheese and bacon omelets with toast on the side. I pulled out the butter and jelly. Then, went in search of some peanut butter, just in case. I didn’t find any, though. So, jam and butter it was.
Which didn’t matter to me, because I wasn’t a fan of peanut butter anyway.
I put the coffee on at the last second, before I started plating our food. I stood there, marveling at my creation, as the coffee dripped into the pot. The smell was intoxicating. I looked at the clock and saw it was almost ten in the morning. I smiled to myself as I pulled out silverware, ready to set her little kitchen table for us to eat.
Then, my damn cell phone vibrated in my pocket.
Really? Will work ever leave me alone to enjoy something like this?
“This is Eli James,” I said.
“Mr. James. I’m so sorry to disturb you on a Saturday morning. But, one of your witnesses for this drug case is MIA.”
I paused. “Violet?”
“Yes?”
“What in the world are you doing in the office right now?”
“The police tried calling you, and when they couldn't get in touch with you they called me. The police are at your witness’s house now. It doesn’t look good.”
“Shit. Okay. I’m on my way. Shoot me the address where everyone is, and I’ll meet them there. You, on the other hand, go home. I’ve got this,” I said.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“I’m positive,” I said, placing Giana’s breakfast in the oven to keep warm.
I hung up my phone and dug quickly into the omelet. I needed a meal in my system, because I had a feeling I’d be working until dinner tonight. What the fuck happened to my witness? This wasn’t even a violent case we were trying. There was something I was missing. Something I didn’t know about this. And I didn't like it when I didn’t know shit about my own damn clients.
“I have to leave her a note,” I whispered.
I didn’t want Giana thinking I’d run out on her before the sun came up. So, I dug around in her kitchen drawers. I managed to find an old bill she had taken notes on along with a red sharpie, so I scrawled a note across it and put it on her fridge with a magnet.
Got called into work. Breakfast is in the oven. I’m sorry I couldn’t stay, but we’ll talk soon about that second date. I’ve got the perfect Italian place for us to try.
E. James
I hated how impersonal it sounded. How short it was. But, I had to go. I slipped my suit jacket over my shoulders and ran out with my belt in my hand, making sure to lock the doorknob before I left. I slipped my belt into its loops as I headed for the elevator, thanking my stars I’d chugged back at least half a cup of coffee during the inhalation of that omelet. Because otherwise, I would have trippe
d over myself four times already.
The only thing I wondered was whether or not I’d smell Giana throughout the day.
Especially without a shower.
10
Giana
“You’re glowing.”
I looked up as Janie sat down in front of me. I snickered at her comment, but I couldn’t hold back the blush that rose in my cheeks. I knew I was. I’d been on cloud nine for the past couple of days. My date with Eli had been fantastic, and the only thing that would’ve made it better was waking up next to him.
But, what I woke up to was still a nice second place.
“So, what’s his name?” Janie asked.
I giggled. “Eli James. And he’s fantastic. He’s a lawyer.”
“Oh, fancy. What kind of a lawyer?”
“A criminal defense attorney. He has a passion for helping those in tight spaces. But, not if he thinks they’re guilty.”
“A lawyer with a conscience. You don’t hear about those nowadays.”
“Right!? And he’s so handsome, Janie. I mean, his eyes. They’re this bright green against tanned skin and black hair and rippling, lean muscles.”
I shook my head as a shiver worked its way up my spine.
“You slept with him on the first date, didn’t you?” she asked.
I paused. “You would’ve, too, had you seen him.”
“Honey, you never give it up on a first date.”
“Uh, uh, uh. Don’t jump to conclusions too quickly. He stayed the night.”
Her jaw fell open. “He did what!?”
I giggled as the cafeteria fell silent. She got up, shoving me over in my booth seat before sitting down next to me. She completely abandoned her coffee on her break, fixing her eyes on me as she turned her body to face mine.
“He stayed the night. And you let him?” she whispered.
“Of course. Why wouldn't I have? Ask me how many times.”
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