A Man Who Knows What He Wants Box Set 5

by Flora Ferrari

  And he can feel it too. Because I kiss him back just as hungrily as he’s kissing me.

  Chapter Twelve

  Parker

  One day later

  I wake up after an hour of sleep at the most. I couldn’t sleep. There was no way.

  Not after what went on between us last night. Not after I dropped her off and we made plans to meet again today. Having her by my side was all I could think about as I lie in bed with my eyes open.

  Neither one of us has classes today so it’s the perfect time to head off campus and do something fun. And I’ve got the perfect idea.

  I pick her up outside her dorm and we drive down to Newport Beach.

  The first stop is Crystal Cove State Park where we relax on the fine, golden sand in-between quick dips in the Pacific and splashing around in some tide pools. I feel like a kid again and it’s a feeling that truly can’t be put into words.

  After about an hour and a half we drive down to Laguna Beach where we have a nice walk on the main beach and then grab some fish tacos for lunch.

  After the tacos we head back down to the water, enjoying Laguna Beach’s pristine water and views. It’s often awarded cleanest beach in all of Orange County, California. Today is no exception.

  But what isn’t clean are some of the thoughts I’m having. Okay, a lot of the thoughts I’m having.

  Seeing Sophia in that red bikini of hers forces me to lie on my stomach on my beach towel. She jokes that I’m going to be white on my front and sunburnt on my back. She’s probably right, despite the SPF 50 sunscreen she lathers onto my back. And when she does the feeling of her hands on my body only intensifies my erection. It feels like a jackhammer pressed against the sand. I really need to roll over and relieve some of the pressure but I’m not about to scare the other beachgoers. Getting in and out of the water is hard enough. I have to pretend like I’m getting sand out of my trunks each time.

  And when she goes into the water once without me I have to reposition myself twice just watching that juicy booty of hers giggle all the way to the shore. And as incredible as the sight of her is then, she manages to top it when she comes out.

  She looks like a James Bond girl when she slowly emerges from the salt water, pausing slightly to lean to the side and ring out her hair.

  I take my sunglasses off. I don’t want my view of her obstructed in any way, and I don’t care if it’s obvious that I’m checking her out. My attention is solely on her, now as it will be forever.

  I already know I’m going to make her mine. The only question is when and where?

  I have an incredible hotel booked for tonight, and we still have another activity, but there’s a big part of me, a very big part in more ways than one, that wants to just scoop her up right now and carry her into one of Laguna Beach’s secluded coves and take her right on the sand. To feel the waves slowly rolling in beneath us as we get sand in places we shouldn’t and our tangled bodies become one.

  God, I want her so bad right now. The Vitamin D the sun is pumping into my body doesn’t help either. It’s a testosterone booster almost as potent as red meat and eggs, but there is no testosterone booster in the entire world that can compare to the sight of her.

  Just looking at her makes me feel like more of a man, and the results are very visible.

  I never really understood the idea of this saying “my other half.” I thought it was just something emasculated men said about their women. Was I ever wrong. Now that our affection for each other is known and that we’ve kissed all I can think about is how my life would never be whole again if she were to go away.

  And that’s part of what brings out the possessiveness in me. My possessive streak is firing today. It’s another reason I wanted us to get to Crystal Cove early and then the secluded coves of Laguna Beach later. I don’t want anyone else looking at what’s mine. And equally, my body is for her and only her now.

  No way I’m doing this college professor hunks calendar that’s suddenly become a hot topic around campus. And I’m not doing a cops calendar either. Yes, these products really exist and apparently they’re hot sellers. That the money often goes to charity is awesome, but that’s only a gift I’m giving to her. My body is hers and only hers and I’m going to keep it in tiptop shape to fulfill all her wildest fantasies in and out of the bedroom. To be strong so I can protect her and our unborn children.

  And oh yes, we will be having plenty of children. Plenty, but I know no matter how many it becomes it will never be enough.

  My thirst for her will be insatiable, I already know.

  I look over at her on the other half of the towel which we’re now sharing. We started with separate towels, but I left the other in the back of my car. Now we’re sharing one big one, as we should.

  And to see her there relaxing with her eyes closed and the sun shining on that beautiful skin of hers…it’s a masterpiece. A work of art.

  With her by my side I’m the luckiest man on the face of the earth. But there’s still work to be done. I’ve got to come up with a plan of how I’m going to break this news to her father, my best friend.

  But those thoughts will have to wait.

  Right now all I can think about is her, and nothing will ever take her from my side…including her dad.

  I’m a man who knows exactly what I want and what I want is her, no matter the consequences.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Sophia

  I lean back feeling his heartbeat on my back as his arms wrap around me.

  We’re lying on a couch inside our room at the Pelican Hill Resort. The window is open and you can smell the hint of salt in the air as the last glimmer of light disappears from the windswept sea, now only illuminated by the moonlight from above.

  I have no idea how he afforded this place and I’m not sure if I feel more guilty wondering about it or knowing he spent it on me.

  And not just this place but the whole day. After Laguna Beach we went down to Dana Point and did a private whale watching off the coast.

  That was followed by an absolutely delicious dinner at a restaurant back in Laguna Beach called French 75 and then we returned to Newport Beach where we are now.

  We visited so many places today and they were all along Pacific Coast Highway, so even when we were driving we had ocean views. I could get used to this…really, really used to this.

  It’s not that L.A. is bad. It’s just that Orange County is a bit more tranquil, a bit more family oriented. And even though I’m only nineteen, and I’m very aware of how young I really am, I’m suddenly flooded with ideas of being barefoot and pregnant yet also a mother with a career. The idea of old school family values mixed with the working sense of a modern woman really appeals to me.

  And what appeals to me most are moments like these. Moments when I’m literally in his arms just enjoying the beauty of nature.

  But I also know what’s happening later tonight, or from the feeling of that huge, hard, long shape that’s poking me from behind maybe sooner rather than later.

  “Sophia, I need to tell you something,” he says softly in my ear. I can tell from the direction of the sound of his voice that he’s looking out to the ocean, as am I. I keep my face straight ahead.

  “Okay,” I say.

  “We’ve known each other for some time, but we’ve only really gotten to know each other very recently. It’s been very fast and very intense, and I can’t wait to see what comes next.”

  “Neither can I.”

  “And there are definitely a lot of uncertainties. Your father of course being one of them. But I just want to let you know I’ll talk to him. As a man it’s my responsibility and one I’ll do very soon. I’m just thinking of the best way to break the news to him.”

  “That’s not going to be easy.”

  “No it’s not. And I accept the challenge. But I also have a challenge for you.”

  “A challenge for me?”

  “Maybe challenge isn’t the right word, but challenging
is.”

  “I don’t get you.”

  “I’m incredibly attracted to you in every way. It’s the most intense feeling I’ve ever had. And it possesses me constantly. And I want you to know if we proceed I can already tell this possessiveness will not stop. I will want you all the time. Your bare skin on mine. Your lips against mine. I’ll want to hold you and touch you more than you might find comfortable. I can’t explain it, but I can just feel it…and know it’s going to be this way.”

  The thought of his desire for me actually turns me on. In a world where most people just seem to be sort of into their relationships, and somewhat sleepwalking through their days and lives, the idea of a man who’s so turned on by me that he can’t control himself is an extreme breath of fresh air. It is especially so when it’s a man who’s so wanted and so desirable and the one and only man I’ve ever personally wanted.

  And who I’ve been saving myself for.

  “And I want to let you know if that’s too much for you I understand. You can walk away right now and there will be no hard feelings. Okay…that’s a lie. I’d be super mad at myself for not being able to control myself around you, but that’s my own problem. If this is too intense or you’re not sure now’s your chance. Believe me, I hope that you stay, but I feel like it’s only honest to let you know what you’re getting into with me if we continue forward.”

  I turn around slowly to face him, readjusting my legs underneath me.

  I take his face in my hands, looking at the vulnerability on his face. The way his eyes tell me he’s laying it all on the line for me right now, and that he’s never done something like this before in his life. That I’m his one and only and he wants to make me his world. Correction…he already has made me his world. All I have to do is continue to be a part of it. Just continue being myself and it will make this man the happiest man in L.A. Possibly the happiest man in all of California or even the world for that matter. At least that’s what his face is telling me.

  And my heart is telling me I’m already the luckiest girl in the world. Thanks to him.

  “I know,” I say. A smile slowly coming over my face. “And that’s exactly why I’m here. Why I’m with you. It’s my choice and I wouldn’t choose it any other way. I choose you, just like you choose me.”

  “But I’m not choosing you,” he says.

  “You’re not?” I’m completely confused now.

  “No. There is no choice. There is only need. I have to have you. I must have you. It’s much, much deeper than a conscious choice. It’s coming from inside me and all I can think about is how I’m hoping you have the same thing happening inside you.”

  “I do. I definitely do.”

  “Then there’s only one thing left to make this night perfect.”

  “What’s that?” What else could this perfect man have possibly planned for this perfect day.

  “For me to be inside you.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Sophia

  He leans in and our lips meet.

  His hand comes up and I feel his big strong fingers gently brush across my cheek and gently tuck a locket of hair behind my ear.

  I feel my grip on his face tighten and I try and pull our faces even closer together.

  Who’s the possessive one now?

  I feel his other hand slide around my waist and then the hand that was on my head drops down and slides under my behind. His body turns, allowing him to get a strong footing on the floor all the while we’re still kissing, but then he stands up lifting me up with him in the process.

  His strength makes me feel so feminine.

  The way he’s able to move me, lift me, and do what he wishes with my body with such ease. It’s like I’m weightless to him which makes me feel prettier, happier, and more relaxed for what’s soon to come.

  I wrap my legs around his waist and he carries me to the bed.

  I’m moving backwards not knowing what’s behind me as he carries me and after what’s about to happen I don’t know what will happen ahead of me. My future is in doubt, but in the same breath it’s in complete certainty.

  Because I trust him. Being in a relationship with a teacher who doesn’t just teach at your university, but actually teaches one of your classes is beyond taboo. And it’s also grounds for disciplinary action for the both of us.

  But right now I just want this teacher of mine to break out his own ruler and show me a full twelve inches. He may not quite be that big, but he’s darn close. I’ve felt it enough times against my body now to know. And I know I want to feel it inside of me.

  I feel my body move from vertical to horizontal as he lays me down on the bed carefully like I’m something so delicate and precious to him.

  He takes a step back, his eyes focused on mine until they disappear behind the fabric of his white shirt which he lifts up and over his head.

  I follow his cue and quickly lift up my own baby-T with spaghetti straps. The perfect summer shirt, but even better on the floor right now than on my body.

  His eyes drift down to my breasts and I reach behind my back.

  “Ut, uh, uh,” he says just before I unhook my bra. “That’s my job…or should I say reward. I want to unwrap the best present this world could ever offer any man, and I’m the man lucky enough to have received it. I want to savor this moment.”

  And I certainly savor it to when he unhooks his belt and pushes his pants down before stepping out of them.

  We removed our shoes long ago to avoid tracking sand into the room. What a life we’re experiencing tonight.

  My own eyes drift from his down across those broad shoulders of his. I can only imagine how much weight he can press above his head. It’s definitely a big barbell and judging from the way he can easily manhandle me it must be at least twice my own weight if not a whole lot more.

  My eyes continue down across his thick chest. My tiny hands can barely cover a quarter of the surface of his pectoral muscles. I know. My hands have already wandered up there during one of our many hugs.

  And my gaze continues down across his eight-pack abs. How can a man so big, so strong, and so thick with muscle still manage to eat enough to maintain his size while keeping his body fat so…nonexistent?

  I have no idea, but my mind’s not in a place where it’s thinking about diets and exercise right now…unless it’s me devouring him and working up a sweat doing so in the process.

  But the greatest prize lies just below his abs. It’s the one that the V-shape of his torso draws my eyes right to. The one that’s pushing out his underwear so far right now the waistband in front of his underwear isn’t even touching his skin. And the part of his underwear that should be tucked along the crease of his groin is also not touching his skin. His cock is so long and throbbing so hard it’s pushing the entire front part of the fabric of his underwear away from his body. Just the tip of his dick is making contact with the cotton fibers. It’s like he’s pitched a tent and the base of the tent isn’t even touching the ground…

  Just like my head. It’s completely in the clouds right now.

  And then his fingers hook into the sides of his underwear and he slides them down, his cock springing out and straight up before springing down and then settling into an absolute north position…the tip of his dick extending well above his belly button.

  How in the world is he going to fit all of that in me?

  “Don’t worry,” he says. “I’ll be gentle. We’re going to go slow.” It’s as if he’s reading my mind.

  “And by slow I mean so slow that you’ll feel each and every square millimeter of my foreskin slide against your walls and you’ll know what possession really means as your body possesses mine. I’ll slowly and carefully rock my hips back and forth going a little deeper each time, but never too deep. And I’ll know because my eyes will be fixated on yours, watching how you respond as my body feels how you respond at the same moment.”

  He steps in closer to the bed and then his hands slide in underneat
h my armpits and he lifts me straight up until my feet make contact with the sheet.

  My breasts are directly at his eye level now and his hands drop from my armpits and come around to the front of my body allowing him to take each of my breasts in each of his hands, squeezing them firmly before kneading the fabric of my bra between his fingers.

  “You’re so damn perfect. And so fucking beautiful,” he says. It’s the first time I’ve heard him lose control of his words, or did he? He’s not one to curse, but when he curses like that I consider it a good thing. Good that he desires me so much he can’t control himself. And I can’t control the wetness that’s forming in my panties right now.

  His hands slide around behind my back and he unhooks my bra. I bring my arms forward and he pulls it off my body.

  He takes my hands in his and takes a step back, allowing him some distance to admire my chest.

  “Fuck, you make me so hard,” he says.

  I look down and verify what I already know. But this time I’d swear he’s filled out the complete length of the imaginary ruler. Twelve inches and thick to boot.

  He comes back forward and buries his head in my chest before squeezing one breast and taking my nipple in his mouth.

  His other hand slides down my body sending chills up my spine.

  He hooks his thumb inside my small shorts and slides them down to mid thigh.

  I put a hand on one of his massive shoulders and balance myself while I step out of my shorts.

  He continues sucking my breast, flipping my nipple with his tongue before he begins a trail of kisses right down my body as his hands grip my sides tightly. There’s no way I could move any direction if I tried. He’s got complete control of me. Owning me. Possessing me.