Because I’m in love with this guy, and I can’t let him go. It’s funny. I used to think that things like love at first sight didn’t exist. Now I know how wrong I was. How incredibly wrong I was…
Because I’m stuck in the middle of it right now, and I’m feeling head over heels for this burly, alpha firefighter. He smiles at me like I’m the cutest thing he’s ever seen. And I smile back at him like he’s the most handsome thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. Which he is.
He’s truly stunning.
Hank
I drive her down the deserted Santa Monica Boulevard until we reach an ice cream joint that I happen to know is delicious. We head inside and by now it’s close to four thirty in the morning. She must be tired, and yet… She’s got a sparkle in her eyes, an energy radiating from her body, and a smile that says she’s wide awake.
I’m certainly not tired despite the time. I feel energetic when I’m with her, and the last thing I want to do is sleep right now. Because to sleep would be to say goodbye to her. To close my eyes would be to not see her. And all I want right now is to see her more than anything.
She gets chocolate and strawberry, and I get my favorite, cookies and cream. She eats it slowly and I do my best to eat mine slowly as well, so I don’t wind up getting a brain freeze like I usually do. We don’t even talk much by now, but we never really take our eyes off each other.
That chemistry I mentioned earlier, the chemistry that felt so strong… Well, it’s even more intense now, and it seems to be growing more and more intense by the minute. Is it love, or just lust? There’s no doubt about it – it’s a mixture of the two, but it’s certainly not just lust. I want this girl more than I’ve ever wanted anything, and based on the way she’s looking at me, she feels very much the same.
My cookies and cream tastes off the charts, but I can think of something else I’d much rather taste. Her. Lily. I’d rather be on top of her right here, right now… But I know I’ve got to be a good boy. I’ve absolutely got to take things slow with this girl. Because she’s special. Because she’s the one I know I’m destined to be with.
“How’s your ice cream?” I ask her.
“Delicious,” she grins at me.
“Better than cookies and cream?” I ask her, sliding over my bowl which still has a few bites left.
“Let’s see,” she says thoughtfully, like a scientist conducting an important experiment.
She scoops up a medium sized bite, making sure to get a good amount of chocolate in there, and she puts it on her tongue and closes her mouth. Her lips twist up into a smile, and she can’t hide the happiness she’s feeling. I think I have my answer.
“Cookies and cream reigns supreme,” I laugh.
“I guess I have to admit you’re right about that,” she says.
She opens her eyes and licks her lips, then she slides over the bowl to me but I don’t want to finish the rest. I’m hungry for something else – those plump, perfect lips of hers. I do my best to resist leaning over the table and kissing her. I do my best to refrain from moving too fast. I smile at her and open my mouth to speak, thinking of what to say next.
“Aw, screw it,” I say, and then I lean over and wrap my hands around her head as I pull her face close to mine.
She stares wide-eyed at me as I lock lips with her, and she starts to smile as we kiss over the table. Our first kiss in the ice cream shop. It doesn’t get any more romantic than that, and I know for sure that I’ll never forget this moment. And I can tell by the way she’s gazing at me with those big, gorgeous eyes that she won’t forget this either.
Lily
He kissed me. Oh my god. He actually kissed me.
I feel like I’ve got to be dreaming. Somebody, go ahead and pinch me, and do it hard. Don’t hold back, because I’ve got to know the truth. Is this all some sort of crazy fantasy? Is this all just a dream?
He’s leaned forward in his seat still, looking into my eyes. His face is close to mine, but we aren’t kissing anymore. He’s just looking at me, slightly concerned. Then he waves his hand in front of my face and I snap out of whatever daydream I found myself in.
I laugh nervously. “You alright?” He asks.
“I think I got lost in thought,” I say. “Your kiss was… Oh my god… Like, magical,” I laugh.
“Oh yeah?” He grins, leaning back in his seat, breathing a sigh of relief that I’m alright. “I was worried about you there for a few seconds. You looked like you’d seen a ghost with those big, blue eyes.”
“Just was in shock, is all,” I grin.
“From the kiss? Was it that bad?” He says teasingly.
“The opposite of bad. It was that amazing,” I wink at him.
“Well, there’s plenty more where that came from,” he shrugs.
“Promise?”
“How much you want to bet?”
“You mean, you want me to bet money that you won’t kiss me again?”
“Well, you asked me to promise like you weren’t sure if I would… But anyways, I promise,” he laughs, taking a sip of water. “Maybe you’ll wish I hadn’t. Because I plan on kissing you a hundred times a day. Might be too much for you to handle. Won’t be able to focus on anything except my lips.”
I bite my lower lip and look him up and down. “Well, that wouldn’t be too bad of a life, would it? Although, I can think of some other things I’d like to focus on as well,” I say, glancing at his muscular chest which is hugged by his tight shirt, along with his beefcake arms.
“Like?”
“Like those big arms,” I say, feeling my eyes grow wider than before. “Gosh, how much do you curl? You must work biceps every day?”
“No,” he laughs softly. “Just once a week, but for years and years now. Mostly I got those biceps from doing pull ups.”
“Oh yeah? And how many pull ups can you do?”
“Thirty or forty,” he says.
My eyes bulge out and I almost choke on my water. “Thirty or forty? Um… Can you teach me?”
He smiles and says, “Of course. Let’s go back to my place tonight and get started on it. I’ve got a pull up bar in my bedroom.” Then his cheeks turn red and he says, “Oh, that sounded dirty, didn’t it? Sorry, that wasn’t my intention.”
We both start to laugh, and I wonder if it truly was his intention. Deep down… I kind of hope that it was. Because I wouldn’t mind going back to this handsome, alpha firefighter’s place… And doing more than working on pull ups.
In fact, I could think of other things I’d like to work on more – other things I’d like to practice on. Namely, lovemaking – which I’ve never done before. But it’s a secret I’ve kept for so long now, and not even my best friend knows that I haven’t done it.
So when the time comes, am I going to have the nerve to tell Hank that I’ve not done it before? I think I should, because I don’t like to keep secrets… And if he and I wind up doing it, then I think he deserves to know that he’s going to be my first.
“I’d like to try pull ups,” I tell him. “Seriously. Do you really have a bar at your place that we could practice on?”
“Sure do,” he says casually. “You want to come check it out?”
“Tonight?” I ask.
“Well, I mean, if it’s too late for you…”
“No, no. We’re up now and it’s close to five in the morning, so why not stay up a while longer?”
He grins from ear to ear. “That’s the spirit. You’re my kind of girl.”
“Let’s go,” I beam at him.
Hank
She really is my kind of girl. She’s everything I ever wanted in a mate. We share the same kind of jokes, interests, taste in film and literature… We’ve got so much in common that I almost can’t believe it, and I’m so grateful that I met Lily as we drive down the road back to my place, swooping down Sunset and then taking a sharp right up into Bel-Air.
I say people don’t know how much money I make. But they know I make a lot once they come
over to my house for cookouts, because let’s be honest – no one lives in Bel-Air unless they’ve got some cash. I’ve been here for a few years now. I used to live in the Valley in a neighborhood called Woodland Hills, until my businesses started booming and stayed that way for a while.
Once I became confident that the income from the businesses was mostly passive, I bought this place, putting down a hefty down payment that was enough to get me a low monthly payment. Anyways, it’s one of the smallest houses in the entire subdivision, but it’s perfect for me, as I’m not one to gloat about my wealth.
We pull into my driveway and she’s gazing around at everything like it’s so alien to her, so new. And I guess it is, considering she works so deep into the valley. She must be a valley girl, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she had never been to Bel-Air in her life. She probably never even comes over this side of the hill very often. It’s another world over here, that’s for sure, but in some ways, I still prefer living life in the Valley.
“What a lovely house,” she says as I open the door for her.
“Make yourself at home,” I tell her, and once we step in the door it seems as if both of us forgot about learning pull ups.
She spins around, wraps her arms around me, and stands up on her tip toes to try and kiss me. I’m so much taller than her that I’ve got to crouch down to kiss her. But it’s easier if I just put her on the couch and get on top of her, which is exactly what I wind up doing.
I’m straddling her curvy body, kissing her while I massage her shoulders, and she’s moaning softly as our lips collide with one another’s. We make out passionately, kissing each other fast and hard, and our tongues slip out and dance along each other’s teasingly. I’m breathing heavily and I’ve never felt so hard before.
I pull my mouth away from hers and stare into her face, searching for what it is about her that drives me crazy. She looks at me like she did before in the hospital, like I’m her savior, her knight in shining armor. I’m just a guy who was doing my job. A guy who happened to fall in love with her; the woman I rescued.
And I’d do it again a million times. I’d put my life on the line to save her from anything. I’d take a bullet for Lily. I’d bend over backwards for her, because she’s mine, and I’m hers, and that’s how it’s always going to be. I’m in love with her, and she’s got to know it.
“You are just so gorgeous,” I tell her, still looking deep into her soft, light eyes, eyes that seem to be smiling at me.
“Thank you,” she giggles. “And you’re so handsome.”
“No time to talk,” I say hastily, pressing my lips against hers. Then I say in a muffled voice against her mouth, “I just can’t stop – kissing you!”
She giggles against my mouth. “I want you to always kiss me. Can you do that for me?”
“It would be an honor, sweetheart.”
I pull her shirt up over her head and stare down at her luscious body, and I’m instantly smitten with how curvy she is. Her skin is light and freckled, and she’s got curves in every spot imaginable. She’s perfect in my eyes. She’s my princess, and I’m going to treat her as such.
Because she deserves a good man, and so that’s what I’m going to be for her. I lean in close, kissing her on the cheek, and then sliding my lips down to her neck. “You’re my dream girl,” I say to her. “I never thought I’d meet you in the flesh.
She giggles again, and like always, it’s so cute when she does it. “You’re my dream guy,” she says. “And I’m so happy you found me… I’m so happy you saved me… You’re my hero.”
“I’m just a guy who loves you,” I say suddenly. “I knew it from the minute the smoke cleared. I knew it from the second I saw you hanging there from my arm, Lily.”
“You… You love me?” She asks, eyes wide and growing teary again.
“I do,” I say. “I love you an awful lot.”
“I love you too,” she beams up at me with wide, expressive eyes.
“I need you,” I tell her.
“Then take me,” she says in a breathy, trembling voice, knowing full well what her words imply.
It’s time to stop being a good boy. It’s time for my bad side to come out. I can’t contain it any longer, and I can’t resist Lily’s precious curves and tender voice. She then says something that makes me almost stop dead in my tracks – something that makes me stare down at her for a solid twenty seconds, utterly speechless.
“I haven’t done anything like this before, with, um… Anyone. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is… You’re my first, Hank. I’ve been waiting for you. I saved myself for you. I knew one day we’d find each other. We’re soul mates.”
Lily
He pulls his shirt off over his head and reveals his washboard abs; a perfect six pack that I just can’t resist running my fingertips over, and a pair of pectoral muscles that make me swoon. Seriously; that chest is so big, and I can’t stop touching it as I giggle anxiously while I wait for his next move.
And it’s something I don’t have to wait very long for… Because he quickly reaches down and pulls my own shirt up over my head, slinging it to the floor as he smirks at me. He was a good guy before, and he still is… But now he’s showing me his bad side – his naughty side.
And I’m really loving it.
“Kiss me,” I say, and he leans down quickly and puts his perfect lips against mine, slipping that long tongue of his back into my mouth and twisting it around.
My eyes close and I feel like they swivel around in my head like a doll’s eyes. I groan softly as we make out, and then he reaches slowly down my back and unhooks my bra, letting it drop down to my lap before he pulls his lips away from mine and looks down at my bare breasts.
I study his expression, feeling self-conscious, wondering what he is thinking. He licks his lips and says in a voice that doesn’t lie: “God, they’re beautiful. They’re so perfect.”
His eyes dart up to meet mine, and then he lunges down again and kisses me once more. Our tongues collide, our lips smash together, and we moan softly as we continue to undress, until we’re fully nude and ready to make love. I smile nervously at him as he holds me in his arms, carrying me from the living room to what I assume will be the bedroom.
I’m right, and he opens the door with the tap of a foot and then takes me into the room and places me gently on the bed. I look down at his crotch and gulp slowly. It’s so enormous. I then do something that I can’t refrain from doing – I reach out and poke it with my fingers.
He laughs, and so do I, and I feel curiously wet down below, between my own legs. I reach up again and touch his long rod, and I start to squeeze it softly, feeling how hard it is, and admiring its immense size as it pulsates in the grip of my hand. It’s not only long, it’s also incredibly thick…
“Wow,” I say, staring down at it with very wide, shocked eyes.
“Big?” He chuckles.
“I think gigantic is a better description of what I’m currently looking at,” my voice shakes, then I look back up at him. “Can I… Put my mouth on it?”
He smiles excitedly, but he tries to act casual. “You can do anything you’d like to it,” he says.
I open up for him; opening wide…
Hank
She has a hard time with it, and yet she does so well despite it all. I know it’s too big for her to handle, but she’ll get the hang of it eventually. I can’t stop moaning as she uses that mouth on me, pleasing me with it and making me feel better than I’ve ever felt in my life. When I look down on her I feel euphoric. I watch her work her lips on me, sliding them back and forth, and I sigh with pleasure as she pulls them away from me as the wipes the spit from the corners of her mouth.
“You did so good,” I say in a soft, tired voice.
“Really?” She asks me.
“Yes,” I tell her, leaning down and pushing her onto her back quickly. She yelps softly, and then laughs. “But now it’s my turn to please you…”
When I be
gin to use my tongue on her, she starts to instantly squeal, flailing her arms around and her legs. I hold her legs in place by putting my hands on her thick, beefy thighs, and her squealing grows in intensity, until she’s wailing with satisfaction and climaxing within a minute or two, tops.
Then I rise up and hover over top of her, placing myself slowly into her, calming her with kisses to the cheek and lips. When I make it all the way in, she stares up at me with wide eyes and smiles. She takes a deep breath, as if she is relieved that I managed to make it all the way inside.
“I love you,” I tell her.
“I love you too, Hank,” she says in the voice that sends shivers down my spine.
I slowly pleasure her, moving back and forth, sliding in and out of her depths. She seems to vacuum me up with her incredible tightness, and she’s positively soaking down there. It all feels so good as I pump in and out, back and forth, going as slowly as I can manage so as not to make her uncomfortable.
She wraps her arms around me, pulling me in close for a kiss. Her lips touch my neck and she kisses my perspiring skin as I work myself in and out of her. Then I turn her over and pull her up onto her knees, slipping myself right back in and picking up where we left off.
Goose bumps rise on her skin. She slings her head back and lets out a groan of total, primal satisfaction. And then she climaxes again, unable to contain her blissful squeals. I pleasure her this way for a solid twenty minutes, barreling back and forth as her curvy physique jiggles in the moonlight that shines through the window. By the time we’re finished, she’ll have completed a more rigorous exercise than the pull ups could have ever given her.
“It’s so good,” she says in a shaky voice.
I can’t hold back any longer. I know I’m going to climax, so I pull myself out and groan as I stare down at her back while coming on it. She moans with me, reaching back and rubbing my abs as I finish on her soft, tender skin.
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