by Haley Travis
Eileen and Eric kept asking unusually detailed questions about what they needed in a car, which accidentally pointed out that they didn’t know each other at all.
When our segment started, I gripped Taylor’s hand nervously. We stared in silence as what honestly looked like a real married couple walked in. She was excited to get her own car. He was overprotective in a sweet way. They browsed, spoke with the salesman, then shared a beautiful romantic kiss before leaving.
“I can’t believe that’s us,” I whispered.
“Damn,” Taylor muttered. “I knew you were the girl for me from the very beginning, but seeing us like that…it just proves it, right?”
I wasn’t sure how to answer, so I concentrated on the segment with the salesman being told that one of his recent customers was a fake couple.
Thankfully, he took it in good humor, instantly pointing out that the students must have been the fake couple. But he mentioned that Eileen and Eric needed to learn how to get along before making a major purchase like a car.
Then he was asked what he remembered about the big guy and the younger woman with auburn hair. “Oh, you mean the couple that came in before your show contestants?”
I burst into laughter, as Taylor squeezed my hand.
When Toby was told that we were a fake couple that had met less than an hour before, his jaw actually fell open. “No. You’re kidding me. Really?” He scratched his head. “But they’re professional actors, right?”
We collapsed into howls of laughter while the information came up telling people how to vote. It was odd that they were wording it more along the lines of, “best couple” rather than “most convincing couple”.
“Well, it certainly seems that we’re in the lead already,” Taylor said. “What do you think of the contest so far?”
“We’re crushing it!” I giggled.
Taylor stared at me with a wild, burning look in his eyes.
“I think the best thing about this contest is that we met,” I said, not even caring how mushy that sounded.
“That is definitely my favorite part too,” he said.
I was surprised that he leaned away, turning to face me instead of pulling me into his arms. “Alice, you know how much I want you. But if you want to take your time with some things, that’s absolutely fine.”
Realizing what he was talking about, I could feel my cheeks grow warm.
“I absolutely adore you, and of course I want to sleep with you in my arms. But if you’d like to stay in the guest room tonight, there’s a queen sized bed, a large window, and no video game noise.”
I nodded as his hand caressed my knee. “I think I’d like to sleep next to you.” Although I hadn’t quite decided yet whether we should do much more than sleep, I knew that my mind wasn’t in total control anymore. My long-neglected sexual desires were totally in charge.
Taylor leaned forward to give me a light kiss. “Good. I think I’d go crazy if I didn’t hold you all night.”
It was hard to process how taken with me he seemed to be. I would never have imagined I’d have that sort of effect on a man. Especially such an incredible man like Taylor. It didn’t make any sense.
We went upstairs, and when I saw his bedroom, a tiny squeak escaped my throat. “No wonder you weren’t super impressed by that house,” I laughed. “This is ridiculous.”
His bedroom was gorgeous, like a presidential suite at a hotel. The bed was mammoth. There was a door on either side, and a quick peek confirmed that one was a huge walk-in closet that was three times the size of my bedroom. The other was a marble-lined bathroom fit for a king.
“ Hey,” Taylor said, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “When we win this contest, I want my own prize.”
“What’s that?”
“You’ll let me worship every inch of your skin.”
Thank goodness he was holding me, as my knees weekend for a second. “That could probably be arranged,” I said, hoping that it came out sounding saucy and not desperate.
Knowing that we were going to share the same space all night long had flames licking up my thighs. I stretched up to kiss him lightly. “I guess we should go to bed?” I asked.
“Yes.”
He took hold of the bottom of my blouse, slowly pulling it over my head. Fingertips trailed down my spine, then back up to unhook my bra.
He removed it slowly, as if he were unwrapping something fragile. The sensation of his lips around my nipple made me gasp.
“You’re so sexy, Alice,” he murmured.
Both of his rough palms caressed my breasts, making my head spin and my hips soften. Even though his touch was possessive, it was also sweet.
This wasn’t just physical. We were connecting. Bonding. More than ever, Taylor was making me feel like his. I’d never felt like I belonged anywhere, or with anyone. It was more intense than I would ever have dreamed.
Somehow, the feeling soaring through me made me need to surrender to it. To absolutely everything.
8
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Taylor
Revealing inch after inch of Alice’s tender flesh, her soft energy overwhelmed me. Everything about her was so fresh and pure, and I was deeply touched and honored that she was sharing herself with me.
I ran my hands down her side, then slipped her panties down at her smooth legs. Her tiny trembles made me suddenly realize that she was likely inexperienced.
“You can stop me anytime, sugar,” I murmured as I laid her across my bed. “But for now, I just want to taste you.”
Those bright hazel eyes widened as she nodded.
I tucked a pillow behind her head, then settled between her thighs, rubbing my rough palms along her silky skin. Staring at her luscious body, her beautiful pink pussy was a vision.
“You’re so gorgeous,” I said quietly as I pressed my lips along her inner thigh. Her stomach quivered, as I tried to gauge every reaction.
Kissing slowly along her leg, I wandered across her mound, then up the center of her chest to meet her lips.
“My sexy girl,” I murmured.
“I like that you’re so gentle with me,” she whispered with that saucy smile.
“Always, baby.”
Kissing her deeply, I waited until I heard her moan before moving down again. Burying my face in her cleavage, I tasted every inch of her soft breasts until she was squirming under me.
Slowly moving south, I peppered her stomach with kisses before moving lower. Her legs begin to close shyly, but I spread them open.
“Please, Alice, I need to taste you on my tongue.”
Staring into those beautiful eyes, we were both lost for a moment. She nodded, her seductive smile making my heart ache for her. The feeling of her giving herself to me was overpowering.
Finally breaking our gaze, my eyes locked on her sensual little pink folds. As my tongue touched her center, she cried out, gripping my hair with one hand.
Slowly lifting each of her legs over my shoulders, I dug in to feast on her. Holding her hips possessively, I gently lapped along every sweet bit of her skin.
Damn, she was delicious. My heart was thumping, echoing in my chest from my need for her. Her hips began to move, rocking slightly as I explored her reactions.
“Oh!” She exclaimed as I lapped roughly at her tiny button for a moment.
Then I slowly nudged my middle finger around her silky lips, pressing inside to find her positively drenched. The thrill of knowing I was making her react like this made me painfully hard.
Alice’s little gasps and moans grew louder, as I wrapped my lips around her clit, humming vibrations straight through her core. My finger sank inside deeper, slowly stroking until she was quivering wildly.
“Taylor…I think…”
Looking up into her eyes, I nodded. Watching how easily she gave herself to me was a thrill I would remember forever.
Humming louder, I circled her clit with my tongue, then began licking steadily straight across it. My thick finger m
oved slowly inside her, not too deeply, but just enough to make her come apart at the seams.
Alice screamed my name, then babbled a string of nonsensical sounds as she gripped my temples with both hands, riding my tongue through her climax. She was so gorgeous – her pale skin slightly flushed, her auburn hair fanned out around her in a brilliant mess.
When she finally stopped squirming, I released her, plunging my finger coated with her juices into my mouth to suck it clean.
“You are delicious,” I said softly. Crawling across her naked body, I kissed her lips lightly. She was still panting a little. “Did you like that, baby?”
She nodded, blinking in surprise. “Yes.”
“See, when you move in with me, I can put you to bed like this every single night.”
Her eyes snapped shut as she laughed. “Pushy.”
“I’m a man who says things out loud so that they’ll come true,” I laughed with her. Holding her fingers to my jaw, I was pleased to note that they were completely warm.
She pulled her hand away and started unbuttoning my shirt. “I feel rather underdressed,” she said. “I think I want you to be naked with me.”
Her palms moved slowly against the center of my exposed chest, then she pulled my shirt open wider on the left to examine the Celtic tattoo over my heart. “What does that mean?”
“Apparently it was the crest of my great-great-grandfather’s family on my mother’s side,” I said. “It’s a reminder to always keep family close.”
“That’s sweet,” she said, trailing her fingers around the circle.
“You’re my family now,” I murmured, kissing under her ear, then along her jaw. “I’ve never felt this close to anyone. You’re mine, baby.”
She squirmed beside me, as I looked down to see her thighs rub together.
Alice bit her bottom lip, then looked up at me with those pretty eyes. “Then maybe you should make me yours completely,” she breathed.
“Are you sure?” I said gently, trying to filter some of the demanding roughness from my voice.
“Yes. I am.”
9
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Alice
Watching Taylor stand up and slip out of his clothes was like watching a fine work of art being slowly revealed.
I had studied the human body in art classes over the years, but the male physique had never lit a fire in my belly like this. His wide, sculpted shoulders, his broad, strong chest, and those sculpted grooves over his hips actually made my mouth water.
He turned away slightly as he took off his pants. Then he held up the sheets so I could slide under. As he slipped in beside me, my eyes were riveted to his arousal that was so hard and thick it almost looked uncomfortable.
Taylor was a lot bigger than the models in the paintings I had studied over the years. Even though I knew it might hurt me a bit, I was so excited by the thought of being so close to him that I felt my hips shifting restlessly.
“I don’t want you to get cold, baby,” he murmured, pulling the sheets over us as he slipped close beside me. His hands danced over my stomach, and around my breasts, making me shiver from his gentle touch.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he whispered, as he kissed along my collarbone, then up my throat. When he met my lips, his kiss felt more electric. More intense.
He pulled back slightly, as his hand caressed my hip, his fingers digging slightly into my skin. The hunger on his face was clear, yet his warm brown eyes searched mine.
“Are you sure about this, Alice?”
“Yes.”
“Is this your first time, sugar?”
I knew he could already see it in my eyes, as I was radiating innocence. But if it turned him on to hear it, I would say the words. “Yes.”
He reached into the drawer of the bedside table to grab a condom, as my hand glided down his chest. I needed to feel him first. The surface of his skin was silky soft, yet his shaft was rock hard, pulsing slightly in my hand.
“That feels so good, sugar,” he murmured, as he tore open the foil packet. “Run your hand all the way up and down.”
Watching his eyes as I stroked his length was wild. Somehow, it made me feel powerful. Taylor was so domineering most of the time, but now he was completely under my control.
I experimented with moving my hand faster, listening to his breathing quicken. I didn’t even know why or how it aroused me as much as it did, but I felt my juices flowing as my inner channel suddenly felt strangely empty.
“Jesus,” Taylor muttered thickly. “It’s been so long, baby. That feels too good.”
He gently pulled his length from my hand, then slipped on the condom. Then his hand cupped my sex, slowly running his fingers along my slit until I was dripping. My tiny whimper told him that I was ready.
Taylor moved over me, lining himself up at my entrance as he stared into my eyes. “Tell me to stop if it hurts,” he rasped.
His chest seemed to shudder, his breathing irregular. I couldn’t believe I was doing this to him, even though he was having an equal effect on me.
My thighs spread wide as he slowly began to ease the thick head inside me. Once the first inch was inside, I whimpered, as he stopped to let my body adjust. Winding his fingers through mine, he held my hands beside my head, always watching my expression.
After a moment, my hips began to writhe, needing more. Slowly he pressed deeper, and I gasped from the wild sensation of being completely filled by this incredible man.
Taylor twitched slightly, then inhaled sharply as he began taking slow, tentative strokes through my heat, pressing a little deeper each time.
Every time I gasped too loudly, he paused, holding in place so that I could wiggle myself around him and adjust.
Once again, we were reading each other perfectly, picking up every nuance of the other person’s energy. I couldn’t believe how natural it felt. How perfect.
Then Taylor hit a point where my body simply wouldn’t adjust on its own. I saw his mouth begin to open, so I blurted, “It’s okay – I want you. Taylor, I trust you. Just kiss me. Take me.”
A devilish gleam lit up his eyes as he kissed me with a desperate heat. His hips shifted as he thrust into me harder, opening my body up to his. My little shriek was from the pinch of pain, but also the surprise of being suddenly filled by so much of him.
He froze again, kissing me deeply, sweetly, then with that overwhelming lust that had been driving me crazy since our first kiss in the car dealership.
Slowly he began taking long, smooth strokes inside me, making me moan louder with every move. The slight discomfort melted away to reveal a sea of pleasure that tossed me around wildly.
“Alice, baby,” he growled, as he released my hands to tangle one in the back of my hair, the other at my hip to hold me in place as he ground deeper.
I could sense Taylor holding himself back, and knew that someday he wouldn’t. That thrilling little thought catapulted my desire into the stratosphere.
My body stretched around his, as my arms and legs wrapped around him. We were bonding in every possible way.
My head was swimming with all of the new sensations and emotions just as Taylor’s jaw clenched. His hips began to propel him forward, driving his thick cock deeper and faster into my wetness.
“Yes,” I cried. “More.”
His hand gripped my ass firmly, changing the angle until he could see the spark in my eyes as the pressure against my clit shifted.
“That’s it,” he growled softly, his eyes half lidded with lust, “You’re mine now, baby. Prove it, and come for me.”
My fingers clenched, three of my nails slightly scratching his back as he shifted again, hitting some strange deep place inside me that turned me into a helpless puddle.
His eyes lit up as he increased his pace, growling roughly as he seemed to be holding himself back. There was no way I could have the same self control.
As I saw the look of absolute love in Taylor’s eyes, I began to fall, crying o
ut his name as the climax washed over me.
“Oh God, baby, I can feel you coming,” his raspy voice seemed to rake over my soul.
I was still reveling in the deep explosions inside me as Taylor roared my name and clutched me to his chest, thrusting deep as his shaft pulsed wildly inside me.
