by Jade White
“Yours?” he asked.
“Pride and Prejudice,” she shrugged.
“A romantic to the core,” he said with a smile.
She finished taking a drink and was glad that she had a little more liquid courage with her. She needed something to give her the bravery and the stamina to do what she wanted to do with him.
There was something intimidating about him and as she looked at him, she knew that something about him was what she truly enjoyed. She wanted to have more time with him and she wanted to appreciate him more in her home. He was engaging and beautiful.
He leaned in and pressed his cool lips to hers and they were so soft and welcoming that she couldn’t possibly imagine. They tasted sweet, like they were made of raspberry cream and he was beyond magical to her. She could feel those lips locked with hers and she knew that there was a powerful quality about them, something engaging that she couldn’t put her finger on, but she didn’t want their lips to part. She wanted to keep her lips on his for the rest of her life, but there was something warning her that he was still the dangerous man that she had suspected he was at the bar.
“Is everything okay?” he asked her softly, his voice breathy and beautiful, like he was winded by the kiss he had just experienced.
“Perfect,” she whispered, not sure if it was a good thing or if it was a bad thing. She was afraid of it.
His cool fingertips brushed against her cheek and he cupped her face, leaning in and pressing his wondrous lips to hers again and she felt like she was melting in his hands. This was something she could get used to and really start to enjoy. There was a truly magical way about him and she knew that she wanted to kiss him again and again for the rest of her days.
She loved the way his lips engaged hers, opening them and truly locking with them, as she continued to kiss him again and again. Their tongues softly brushing against each other, she felt her whole body leaning against him, warming him as they kept kissing, leaning into each other and really building the heat and the momentum of the kiss.
She found herself on the couch, sitting with him, and she could feel her legs draped across his so that she was slightly sitting on top of him, but she didn’t care what was happening. She didn’t care where she was, all she wanted was to have access to his lips. She wanted them pressed against hers
She wanted his tongue to continue to circle hers, pressing softly like they were soul mates that were finally brought together again. This was the kiss she was hungry for. This was everything that she had been hoping to find when she had gone out to the bar tonight.
She ran her fingers over his face, feeling his bone structure, the softness of his skin and then ran her fingertips down his neck and over his strong, sculpted chest, feeling his shoulders and arms as he held her close to him, making sure that she couldn’t escape or pull back. He wanted her and she wanted him.
She wanted to throw him down right there and see what he had to offer. She wanted to see everything that this playboy had to work with and what his equipment was like.
He kissed her cheek, making his way slowly and tenderly down her neck and she moaned at the feeling of his cool lips against her skin, like wherever he touched there would be frost there when she pulled away. She liked that feeling. She liked that sensation more than anything. It made her shudder and shiver when he kissed her and she didn’t know that his fingers had danced over her body, exploring her with a kind of hungry fascination she hadn’t been expecting.
This was a man who was gifted with a soft touch and he was very interested in her. That was good, she wanted him to be interested in her. She wanted him to be very, very interested in her.
Tender lips pressed against her skin, right above her collar bone and she shivered at the sensation, wanting more and more of it. It was like he was ice and she was fire, ready to ignite and burst across him, filling the room with steam at the drop of a hat.
She was ready for this as he tenderly kissed her and she didn’t even know that her hands were at work as she continued to let him kiss her, throwing her hair back as she leaned her head away from him, giving him access to her bare skin.
It was a spontaneous and a sudden thing that they were starting to lose clothes and she didn’t even know that it was happening until she was half-naked with him and he was shirtless, pale, but as beautiful as a statue in front of her. His body was so magnificent, as though he spent hours every night in the gym and that was all that he did.
She felt like she was looking at the chest and arms of a model, but one of the handsome kinds that didn’t look like they were stoned and spaced out. He was a spectacular specimen and she knew that he was the man of her dreams, molded by the soft sighs and the fluttering heart of a young woman who looked at a thousand magazine ads in her entire life.
This was the man.
This was everything that she wanted.
As he pulled off her dress and she was completely naked, finally catching up to him, she didn’t feel uncomfortable at all, like she normally did. No, this was the first time in her life that she felt like she was comfortable being naked with a man. His kissing of her chest lowered until he was kissing her breasts, kissing them tenderly and running his hands over her body, cupping her breasts and holding them firmly with his hands as he stuck out his tongue and circled her nipples.
She shivered at the feeling, but it was the most incredible licking that she’d ever experienced, like this man was a true master of his craft. This man knew what he was doing. This wasn’t a man who was over eager, spending time on her nipples so that he could have access to other things. No, this was an artist taking his time.
Sensitive and sweet, he sucked on her nipples, playing with them and honing in on what she liked by her responses. She was so blown away by the feeling in her nipples that she had forgotten where she was and what was happening. She felt like she was frozen and finally snapping out of it. She smiled at him and reached down, feeling his cock, expecting it to be a shaft of ice, like the rest of his body had seemed so far, but there was so much more to him.
There was more beyond her wildest dreams. No, this was a man who was blazing hot and she knew that his cock was hungry for her.
She could barely see it as he continued to fondle and lick her breasts, sending jolts of pleasure through her that flooded to every corner of her naked body, but she could definitely feel the magnificence of the cock in her hands and she squeezed it gently and firmly, feeling just how long and how powerful it truly was.
It was a long cock and she knew that she was going to feel him going deeper inside of her than she’d ever felt a cock go. He was just the right width so that it wouldn’t hurt, but she would definitely feel him inside of her, expanding her, close to her limits, but just enough to make her truly enjoy it. She found herself hungry for it, longing for his cock inside of her as she ran her thumb over its soft, fleshy head, wondering what it would be like inside of her.
There was something special about him and he kept kissing her body, like she was a desert that had never been touched with rain before and it was his job to go through and breathe life into her once more. His kisses were like a monsoon and with every kiss that touched her body, she shivered and felt excited by it.
She felt her whole body erupting with pleasure and excitement at the feeling of him kissing every square inch of her chest and stomach, admiring the flat stomach that had been a combination of good genetics and working hard at the gym. She smiled and watched him as he kissed the lengths of her arms and then slowly back down her chest, heading south.
She knew where he was heading and she loved the trail of kisses that he was leaving for her to follow, but there was something terrifying about it. She had never been licked before and actually loved it. Most of the men that she dated were terrible at oral and she really hoped that he wasn’t another disappointment in the long list of disappointing men that she had dated and had sex with. She wanted something talented.
Victor didn’t disappoint her. Sh
e smiled and gasped as he didn’t waste any time. He kissed the lips of her pussy and immediately slipped his tongue inside of her, licking her slit and playing with her clit like it was a friend that he had missed for too long.
She moaned and gasped at the sudden deluge of emotion that was ripping through her, storming into her and making her gasp and moan in surprise and delight. This was more than she was used to. This was more than she had anticipated from him. She had expected him to be just a passing player, but this was everything.
Running her fingers through his perfect hair, she moaned and screamed, writhing against her couch and breathing heavier and heavier, feeling the pressure building for her to climax and she fought as hard as she could, but every pass of his tongue was something remarkable and overwhelming. It was like he was sculpting her pleasure and she felt her pussy giving in to him. Around and around her clit he went, brushing it and licking it harder and harder as she moaned louder and louder until she was flooded with euphoria. It hit her like a waterfall, but he wasn’t giving her any time to react to it.
She felt the tip of his cock diving into her and she moaned, feeling the sudden expansion of her pussy as the warm tip of his cock drove inside of her, slowly pushing into her and making her whole body arch as she screamed in amazed delight and she wanted more and more from him.
She wanted everything from him. She wanted absolutely everything that he had. This was the culmination of all of his foundation that her last orgasm had laid. His cock inside of her was all that she’d ever wanted and when he plunged deeper and deeper inside of her, she pinched her eyes shut and ran her fingers through his hair.
She was gasping as he gripped her thighs and pulled her onto his cock, diving all the way in and she gasped in surprise. This was everything that she wanted tonight. This was the orgasm that she had been looking for when she’d found him.
He didn’t disappoint her. She moaned and felt his cock all the way inside of her and she savored the feeling. This was everything that it should be. She looked up at him and saw him looking down on her with his cool eyes and she noticed the contrast between their skins. She was normally the palest person in the room, but he beat her by a long shot. She moaned and looked down at his cock slowly sliding out of her and she knew that this was everything he wanted, too.
It was incredible feeling his cock pulling back out of her, like it was rubbing every square inch of her as he pulled back and came close to coming outside of her.
Just as they were about to separate, he drove his cock back inside of her, slow, but it felt like he was going so fast and she moaned, gasping for breath and sanity as she felt pleasure bursting throughout her, like she was going to die from this if she wasn’t careful.
This was the most amazing thing in the world. He grinned and started to pick up the pace now that she was getting used to the feeling. She wasn’t certain that she was getting used to it. In fact, she was fairly certain that she was just getting more and more sensitive to it.
As the pace began to pick up and he started driving himself inside of her faster and faster, she didn’t know if she was going to be able to keep up with him. She was already gasping and moaning, her pussy exploding with pleasure and pulsing with the power of the first orgasm that had already made her hypersensitive. She looked at him, seeing the hungry, ravenous desire in his eyes. She was screaming at the top of her lungs, trying her hardest to keep her pounding heart inside of her chest, but it was a lost cause.
She knew that it wasn’t going to be long now until she had her next orgasm, layering the previous one that she was still trying to get over.
She found the occasions when she was getting fucked to climax, that it was rare that a man had the stamina to do this with her. She was impressed by him and when the orgasm hit, it hit her hard. She knew that he wasn’t done, but she was feeling every corner of her body bursting with delight and pleasure.
He was still going, not yet to the point of climax for himself yet and she pushed him down onto the floor, mounting him while he was on his back. She slowly lowered herself onto him, feeling his long, hard cock slipping inside of her. It was like warm concrete in the middle of the summer and she moaned at how easily it was going into her now.
She was accustomed to him. She was ready for him and this was everything that she needed from him right now. She just wanted to make sure that she was everything he needed. He groaned and moaned, reaching his hands up and cupping her breasts as he squeezed her and she bounced on him, riding him as she rocked her hips forward and back. He moaned and his eyelids began to flutter. She knew that he was getting close and she wanted to drive him to the point of no return.
Her full body felt like it was shutting down, like it had given into the pleasure coming in wave after wave with each driving push of his cock deep within her. He might have been a lothario or a playboy, but when she saw his eyelids fluttering and his whole face twisting under the flood of euphoria that was crashing through his mind, she knew that this was a truly remarkable experience for him and that he wouldn’t be forgetting it anytime soon.
This was everything that she had hoped to give him and more. There was something empowering about all of this and she wanted more of it. The way he reacted to her body and the way he read her desires made her think that they could have something truly special here.
He gasped and pinched his eyes shut as his hands clamped down hard on her hips, driving his cock deep inside of her and holding her there, skewered on his massive cock and she moaned, feeling the power of him inside of her as she felt his whole body go tense with the flood of passion and pleasure inside of him.
It was like he was made of marble for a moment and she loved the feeling of it. Everything felt like it just suddenly came to a stop. They had hit the point of release.
When his eyelids opened, she leaned in and kissed him on his perfect lips. There was something powerful about kissing him and being this close to him, their bodies naked and together, him still inside of her as they kissed. She knew that she was going to want to wake up in the middle of the night and have sex with him again. Heck, she would be willing to stay up right now and wait until he was ready for her. It made her feel like a deviant and greedy, but she wanted more of him.
“How was that for you?” she asked him, genuinely hoping that it was good for him.
She wanted to have him say that it was incredible or that it was decent for him. She wanted to feel like she slightly measured up. But, as she looked at him, she saw a strange look on his face, like there was a wound that he’d suddenly felt for the first time.
“You were amazing,” he said with a voice that made her wonder if he’d never had sex before this moment. “It was the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt.”
She smiled and kissed him on the lips. It was probably just some kind of act that he had done, but she was grateful for the answer nonetheless. She liked feeling like she had done something remarkable and impressive. She liked thinking that there was someone out there that thought she was exceptional. That was a feeling she wasn’t going to forget any time soon.
Standing up, she grabbed a blanket off her sofa and they lay on the floor on her faux fur carpet and talked to each other, putting their heads on throw pillows and laughing about things that their minds drifted to. They would get up and grab a bottle of wine and share it as they flirted and gazed into each other’s eyes.
There was a kind of comfort between the two of them that she had never felt before and it was calming and comforting to her at the same time. It was like this was meant to be, like she’d finally hit a comfortable, easy crossroads in her life.
No over-thinking it, no fearful worrying, and no game playing. She had been true to herself and this felt like it was right. Maybe she should have risked more in the past and been more open to adventure. She’d always been a person who felt like a homebody and a person exploring in her comfort. Maybe it was time to change.
She remembered leaning her head against his shoulder,
nestling against him and feeling the weight of the world bleeding out of her and her eyelids grew heavier and heavier with each breath that she took. They were listening to music and as she closed her eyes, she knew that it wouldn’t be long before she drifted off to sleep. She felt so safe with him and there was something that made her think that this was where she was meant to be.
Maybe it wasn’t permanent, but this was the person that she was supposed to find that night. Something inside of her was telling her that she was safe and sound. As the darkness surrounded her, she found that she was in the dream world, walking through mist and looking for Victor. It was all that she could think of, getting to him and talking to him. There was something that she needed to tell him. There was something that she wanted to say.
But she couldn’t find him.
There were figures in the mists of her mind, dark people that lurked just beyond the light, shadowy men and women, watching her with hungry, envious eyes that glittered and sparkled, though there were no lights. She avoided them in a panic, running as quickly as she could to get away from him. All she wanted to do was find Victor, but there was no escaping these people.
