“It happens from time to time,” he chuckled. “I think more, with us, you told me writer to writer. You’ve probably never met another one have you?”
“No, I guess I haven’t.”
Some of that weight lifted from me—not just the one that I’d added by confessing so much to him, but the one that I’d carried for years with the secret I bore. Of course, having a secret life had its appeal, too. My next bite of pizza tasted better. The beer sliding down my throat had never felt so good. Everything about my life looked better through his eyes. I wouldn’t question this gift. I’d merely give myself over to it.
By the time we finished eating, having talked about our writing now for more than a half hour, he moved in closer to me on the couch. He studied my face as I sat there mesmerized by not only his attention, but his eyes. The tones of browns and gold in this low light had an appeal, a hypnotic property that kept me entranced. Self-consciousness of being studied so closely evaporated with each slow inch he moved closer to me.
His hand reached up to touch my cheek. First with just his fingertips, he traced the outlines of the right side of my face. Pausing a moment, he then moved over my lips. Fingers parted, his pressure increased as he moved his fingers back and forth in still the gentlest fashion over my slightly parted mouth. When he pulled his hand away I licked my lips as if I’d be able to taste him there.
His hands came up to cup my face then, and he pulled me in, stopping me mere inches from his own.
“Is this okay?” He whispered the question. “I’ve been thinking about kissing your full red lips all night.”
Warm breath with a mix of Italian spices and hops moved over my face. Still, I got a better whiff of him, the musky scent of his skin. My stomach did a small flip-flop as I nodded my head to agree to his kiss. In seconds, his mouth took mine. He moved his head from one side to the next, granting me soft butterfly kisses over my lips. Moments later, my skin tingling with need, he kissed me wholly so I could play along, too. His tongue separated my lips. I allowed him in willingly, wanting all I could get of him. As our tongues tangled together in a dance like none I’d ever experienced, I let my own hands move to his arms.
The muscles I’d watched flex all night as he played bunched and released under my touch. The impact of this awakened every nerve ending, all the way up my arms until my heart seemed to flutter along with the electric pulses. Just a kiss, and a hell of a kiss at that, had me under some sort of spell. This guy defined animalistic attraction for me.
Soon his lips moved down to my neck. He kissed and sucked and bit his way along the sensitive skin there. I groaned and stifled a few giggles intermittently. My clenching up, trapping his mouth between my chin and collarbone, only seemed to encourage him. He pressed me back against the couch cushions and dug in more.
My giggles increased, as did my groans. I struggled as he pressed; the fight and play of it all made me wet, taught me something new about myself and my sexual preferences. The guy knew me better than I knew myself. When I’d neared the point of wheezing, he moved down to my chest. His tongue ran along the edge of my dress. Before long, he pressed it down, revealing for him the tops of my lace-covered breasts. His hands still gripped my arms hard, so he used them to push himself away from me.
“Tell me to stop,” he offered, nearing breathless himself.
“No. I don’t want you to,” I countered.
Pulling me forward, he yanked off my thin sweater then, with one swift tug from the back. His fingers hooked into the straps of my dress and lowered them down my arms until my bra-covered chest released from the material. He sucked in air as my chest, which had been somewhat restricted by the tight dress, released. Seeing him lick his lips this time, I used one hand to unhook the front-closure of my bra. My breasts released more, to their full size now. The weight of them increased the pressure over my chest, which currently heaved with a mixture of excitement and nerves.
“Perfect,” he breathed. “You are absolutely perfect. Better than I could have imagined, or did try to imagine if I’m being honest, looking at you at the club. Your curves, they do something to me. Pardon my saying so, but I’m hard just looking at you.”
“No pardon needed. No one has ever said such kind words to me before.”
“No one has ever told you how beautiful you are?” He almost growled, a tightness taking over his face.
“Sure, in lame pick-up line ways they hoped would get them laid, but nothing I could actually believe,” I admitted. “I hope I’m right, now, in reading you, because I believe what you are saying. You actually find me beautiful.”
“Beautiful doesn’t cut it. You are breath-taking, gorgeous, perfect, in my eyes. I can’t stop staring. My fingers ache to touch you, to take your breasts in my mouth and suck on your pinkish buds.”
I shook my head for lack of words. Tears pricked at my eyes, but I let them, didn’t feel the need to hide anything from him. His lips thinned, then frowned. He took his thumbs and wiped away the slight mist over my bottom eyelashes.
“I don’t want to see you cry again.”
“Again? When have you seen me cry before?” I questioned, perplexed. Oddly, I did feel as if I already knew him.
“I haven’t,” he countered with a strain of defensive anger deepening his voice. “I just meant not again, after this moment.”
“They’re happy tears. I can make no promises if you keep talking like that,” I mused.
“Fair enough. I can’t stop singing your praises. I can’t believe I’m here with you.”
“You? Listen, I need to be honest with you. While I’m not a virgin, I’ve never been with a guy that actually cared about me, treasured me. I’ve never had a real relationship before. Not that I’m saying that is where this night is going, no pressure, but the fact remains, no one has ever treated me like this,” I admitted, and oddly the words left no acidic burn in my stomach to admit.
“Then you are long overdue,” he stated. “May I?”
His hands open, hovering over my chest, I simply nodded my consent. My skin begged for his touch. I don’t think I would’ve had the ability to say no if my life had depended upon it. Again, at first, he ran his fingertips over my flesh, getting to know my full breasts that hung heavy now with need. He toyed with my nipples, making me moan, making me pulse between my thighs.
He started to rub my nipples in between his thumbs and first fingers. I squirmed as I threw my head back. When his mouth took to lightly kissing my flesh, taking his time to cover every inch of each breast, my legs fell open, not in invitation but in a scream of desire, of wanton need. He noticed, his eyes opening from the sound of my legs moving against the couch.
One hand fell to between my thighs, pulling up the material of my skirt until his hand cupped my mound. As he took to sucking on my nipples, hard with little nibbles and then licks to sooth, his fingers fell to my wet folds. I knew he could feel the moisture that soaked my panties, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to know how much I wanted him, that everything and probably anything tonight would be okay.
The second his hands and lips left my body, though, my eyes opened wide in horror.
“Don’t look at me that way. I’m going nowhere. I want you, all of you if that is okay,” he said as he stood to loom over me.
“Take all of me, then,” I offered without hesitation.
I watched his eyes fall to where my chest heaved up and down. Then, he looked to my pussy, still panty-covered, yet with my dress raised.
“Damn. I want to bite into those curvy thighs of yours. Then I want to eat you, lick your folds, discover that innermost spot until you quiver under my mouth and scream out in pleasure.”
He was a smooth-talker, but not in an unbelievable way. I sucked up every word he said. In fact, I could see myself tomorrow, trying to recall every word, writing each down for a possible story later—a fantasy I’d have been too ignorant to devise on my one, but now had felt come true.
“May I escort you to your b
edroom,” he proposed.
“Please,” I sighed.
Before I could stand, he scooped me up. I’d never felt so light. I marveled that he had the strength to lift me with such ease. He stared into my face as he walked, with only quick glances to see where he was going. My tiny apartment made it easy. Outside of the kitchen and living room were only a bathroom and bedroom. He pushed completely open my bedroom door with his back and then twisted until he had me safely in the room.
At the bed, he eased me down. I let my arms fall outstretched to my sides as I let my bent knees fall open. My dress had risen to my waist by then, circling me only a few inches since he’d pushed down the top already. He reached and eased the material down over my legs. Once he dropped it on the floor, he went for my panties.
Left completely naked, sprawled on the bed, I didn’t even feel the need to suck in my stomach. His eyes told me how much he appreciated everything that I truly was. As he continued to stare, he pulled off his own shirt, revealed those six-pack abs of his along with a granite hard chest and bulging arms. He could’ve been a model for Men’s Fitness magazine. He obviously spent a lot of time in the gym. Obviously, he didn’t require his women to do the same or he wouldn’t be with me right now, looking at me like I was some scrumptious sweet he was about to devour.
He toed off his shoes as he undid his jeans, creating some hot dance move. The enticing movement continued as he slid the denim over his massive, muscle-bound thighs. I pursed my lips to contain the unnatural squeak that almost escaped my throat. The guy couldn’t be purely human. He had an animal nature about him, fierce and predatory, especially as he crawled onto the bed on all fours over me. I accepted my role as prey.
He moved his face just inches above my body, not touching, just looking, investigating, maybe deciding where to start. Yet, I swore a few times I heard him sniff me, which seemed to create a low grumble in his chest. When he got to my thighs, he did as promised. After running his hands over them, squeezing at times, he bit. Not hard, but he moved his mouth over my thigh with tiny bites as he went, his teeth grazing over my flesh in between.
My thighs fell open completely then, until I felt the air against my wetness. His nose nudged at the crease of my thigh before he ran his face, nose and mouth, over my folds. The gentle touch, almost undetectable, had me moving my hips up, trying to get closer to him. He made a noise, one indescribable, something akin to a growl and a grunt. Instead of giving me what I wanted, he teased me with light touches and his hot breath.
My fingers tightened, gripped the sheets on the bed to hold back, to not throw myself against him, force him to lick me, to taste me. As if he sensed my wonderful misery, his tongue forced its way between my folds. As it brushed over my opening, a scream released. This seemed to please him. He went at me with more vigor then, licking and kissing, even nibbling at my clit. It was when he sucked on my engorged nub, though, that I simple fell apart. I let the pulses happen, holding nothing back. My stomach contracted and released with each moment of my orgasm.
He didn’t let up even when I cried out. Soon, my legs trembled as my body fell slack against the mattress. He laid his face on the pouch of my stomach, letting his fingers trail lazily over my body as I recovered, as I dealt with the tiny pulses still firing through me.
Soon, he encircled my waist with his arms and pressed a hard kiss to my bellybutton. This sent a shot of fire right to my core, taking me back to wanting and needy in seconds.
“Can I touch you?” I asked with a shaky voice.
“Please,” he grumbled.
With a little laugh, I pushed my body up, making him slid off to the side. As I sat up, he raised up beside me. On his knees, his cock now at eye length, I did the same to him. I could only stare at the perfection of his body. The tight reddish skin, the bulging veins, the rounded head added to the sheer majesty of the length and width of his cock. It mesmerized me. I gave as good as I’d gotten, having read somewhere that, often as not, what a lover does to you is what they like.
I touched him with the pads of my fingers, ran them up and down his length as his erection pulsed, jumped. He growled, deep, fierce, hungry. I finally let my finger trace the perfectly cut base of his head. His hips moved, out of his control I believed. Letting a finger rub over the hole at the tip with a drop of semen on it, he moaned. I licked it up then, letting the salty taste of him linger on my tongue.
When I gripped his length in my hand, he started, placed his hands on my shoulders for balance. His fingers dug in as I took the head of his cock into my mouth. Letting it pop back out, I licked over each vein on his erection. With shaky hands, I cupped his balls. Each time he groaned, I squeezed a tiny bit harder. Sucking on him now, taking into my mouth what I could of him, I let a few fingers trail over the tight skin between his sack and his ass.
Thinking of his ass, I needed to see it. It had looked amazing in jeans, but out, I just couldn’t imagine. Letting him go, I got on my hands and knees and crawled around to the back of him.
“Damn, woman,” he exclaimed as he let his hands fall to my ass.
He rubbed only briefly before I managed to get behind him. I let my hands fall flat on each cheek. I rubbed, massaged the rounded, tight globes. Taken with him, I gripped and squeezed, pulling his cheeks apart to reveal his puckered hole. I sent my tongue over it and watched his hands ball into fists at his sides. Encouraged, I bit at his flesh. Kissing and biting and licking, I couldn’t get enough of the taste of him.
Before I knew what was coming, he’d moved, tackled me, pushed me down flat on my stomach on the bed. I felt his erection press against my ass before he sat up and pulled me like a rag doll over his lap. My mound against his hard thighs, he rubbed over my bent-up ass.
“I didn’t get any ass time,” he grumbled, low and feral.
He gripped at my full cheeks as if letting loose and trying to control himself at the same time. I squirmed, and he made a noise in recognition of my pleasure. His finger circled my own opening, sending ripples of pleasure through my stomach.
“Shit,” he groaned again, his hand falling to my ass in a light smack. “Sorry!”
I wiggled and moaned in an honest reaction to the slight heat.
“Really?” He questioned, a hitch in his breath.
I groaned, found myself grinding against his leg.
“May I?” He asked.
“Please,” I moaned.
His palm fell to my right cheek then, harder this time, but by no means painful. He rubbed over the heat, creating tiny pulses that had me opening my thighs over his leg in invitation. He took the same warm palm and brought it down on my left side, harder this time. His hand stayed there, in question I assumed, so I let out my sounds of pleasure, pushed my ass up at him in invitation.
He smacked me twice again, once on each cheek. After he rubbed over the heat, he grabbed at the flesh.
“Your curves, they excite me, but this reddening of your flesh, it has me painfully hard,” he huffed.
I moved against his erection until it rested against my mound. With my legs open, my ass up as high as I could make it go, he smacked me twice again before he sent a finger between my folds. Pushing it inside me, I felt my inner walls clamp down around him. By this time the noises coming from me were not human either.
He inserted another finger. The stretch sent ripples through my insides, ones I felt in my toes. With a couple more smacks with his now wet fingers, oddly enough, I believed them too gentle for my taste. He inserted his fingers again, three this time, and I could feel my orgasm building, tightening each muscle.
He threw me off him, then. Moving from the bed, before I could question it, I saw him searching his jean pockets.
“I packed protection just in case the entire universe aligned and I got to be with you this way,” he apologized.
“Thank the heavens,” I laughed, laying there in wait for him.
Watching him run the condom over his erection, I nearly came. My pussy pulsed to have all of
him inside me. Only a tiny bit of trepidation lingered in a ball at the pit of my stomach at having all of him. I’d never even so much as seen a cock the size of his, outside of a porno at Chloe’s one girl’s night gone wild.
He became more of a gentle lover then. He moved his body over mine with the grace of a majestic animal. Cradling my head in his hands, he looked into my eyes as he positioned the head of his cock at my opening. Little by little, never breaking his gaze, he entered me. The sensation of being stretched so caused my insides to quake.
The golden flecks in his eyes shone brighter than ever as his lids partially closed. Inch by glorious inch, we joined. Once in all the way, that pressure point inside me being massaged to a feverous pitch, his lips met mine. His kisses, soft yet persistent, continued as he moved in and out of me in a lover’s dance. The way we joined felt meant to be, and I ignored my mind’s need to squelch such optimism.
“Come with me, Christina. Please,” he begged before he let out a long moan.
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