It's a Date

by Jess Epps

  “What are you thinking about?” she asks as I finish her pasta with chicken.

  “Honestly? You.”

  “Me? Why?” She’s seriously interested.

  “Because you belong to me now, baby.” I squeeze her knee and she beams up at me.

  "I really like it when you say that. It's sweet."

  “When I say what? Baby?”

  She blushes before I can finish my question, and sips her wine so she doesn’t have to answer me.

  “Why are you so shy with me out in public, but when the lights are off in your bedroom you’re a sex fiend?”

  Her eyes flicker around to the tables next to us and I know she's making sure nobody heard me. She clears her throat and replies, "I'm not shy. Why do you think that?"

  “You’re rather quiet when we’re out. Am I the reason you’re nervous?” I think she’s biting the inside of her cheek again when the waitress walks up. “I hope you’ve enjoyed your dinner. Would either of you be interested in dessert this evening?”

  “I would, but that’s nothing you can help me with. Just the bill will be fine. Thank you.”

  Hell. Now there are two blushing females at the table. I look over and Heather’s mouth is completely gaping open and practically on the floor.

  The waitress manages to walk away while I turn to Heather and take her mouth, kissing the hell out of her. I growl in response and sign the bill when the waitress comes back with it. We get up and head to the door, with my hand on her little ass, letting her know that I am ready for her.

  Heather

  I CAN'T BREATHE.

  We're in a hotel room just off of Times Square. It's a boutique hotel. The rooms are lavish and unique.

  He's there again.

  Licking and savoring and penetrating and sucking. He's enjoying this just as much as I am, and it’s only making me want him more.

  My back arches off of the white down comforter as I come again. He's working me hard and fast. I think he wants to be inside of me just as bad as I want him there.

  "NOAH!" I shout out, but I can't hear myself: my ears are ringing and all my senses are fixated on what he's doing down there with his tongue.

  "Fuck, you are so damn sexy when you come," he says, his mouth muffled by my sex.

  "I've never been so libidinous and so thoroughly satisfied in my life," I say softly.

  "Just lie back and savor this, baby. You taste so sweet. Every spot I kiss on your body tastes like raspberries or pineapples, and I can't get enough."

  He starts running his tongue around my pink, swollen clit again and thunderbolts run through my veins, making my body convulse into another orgasm. He's got me so worked up and sensitive, I'm not sure if I can come again after this.

  He’s so cocky and playful as he easily slides a finger and then a second into me. "You're ready for me, ballerina."

  He kneels up and moves me farther up the bed.

  I'm limp. I'm exhausted. But I want him. I love how he feels inside of me; I love how he makes me feel when he's inside of me.

  He's teasing my entrance with the head of his thick, monstrous cock. "Noah…please!" I cry out of desperation, my body trembling with need. Need of another orgasm? No, there’s no way. He’s wrung me out and still wants more. My body has a hankering for his, and I’m not going to fight it.

  He's always so placid. He's never been overtaken with passion and emotion when it comes to sex, whereas I'm a complete mess. I'm literally shaking and he's so...in check. Perpetually.

  I'm inching my hips forward, trying to get any relief. He enjoys teasing me like this, pushing me to my limits. Then swiftly he's stretching me. His ample cock fills me entirely—I wouldn’t be able to stretch a millimeter more. "YES! Oh…Fuck!"

  "Mmm," he croons against my skin as he kisses up my neck. "I like that dirty mouth of yours."

  He's grinding his hips against mine achingly slowly and it’s torment. His sizeable hand cups my ass possessively. I can only moan. I have no words. The way he works my body is out of this world, pushing me closer and closer.

  "Fuck, you're still so tight, but we got this, baby." He's moving in and out, filling me slowly each time.

  "Noah…I need it hard!" I manage to say loud enough for him to hear me.

  He stops moving as I look up at him through lust-filled eyes. He's braced above me, an unnamed expression on his face. "What?" he asks.

  I can tell something has changed.

  He wants this.

  He's wanted to let go with me, but he's been holding back. How can that even be possible?

  "Fuck me. I want you. I want you so hard and deep."

  His ocean green eyes glow and I can tell he's going to give me exactly what I'm asking for. “Are you sure? You’ll let me know if it’s too much?”

  Why is he so perfect? What man asks that before he goes balls deep into a girl? “I’ll let you know. Please?”

  “Okay, get up. You’re going to need to hold onto the bed.”

  Uh oh! I slide off of the bed and brace my hands at the end of the bed. He simply pulls my ass back against him and runs his hand all the way up my spine. I glance back at him and he’s taking in every single freaking inch of my naked body. I feel so vulnerable, but safe too.

  My knees are quivering as he pushes back into me slowly, making sure I can get accustomed to him in this new position. The new angle is stretching me even more. The big tanned hand of his that was running up my spine is now gathering my hair. I feel him wrap it around his fist before he lightly tugs.

  I think I’m going to explode.

  His pace starts out smooth and slow, but I can tell he’s waiting for some sign from me, telling him I’m okay before he goes strong. He’s penetrating me to the fullest extent; I feel the veins on his thick shaft pulse. As he starts to pick up speed he uses his other hand to rub my ass cheeks playfully.

  It all happens at once. He starts pounding my sex, and I can’t take it. His hand swats my ass as his other hand tugs on my hair.

  I whimper as he brings his hand down on my ass cheek again. He then soothes the sting by rubbing the spot where he hit. My skin is moist from perspiration and I’m not the one doing all of the work. I push my ass back against him hard and he grunts loudly.

  “I love this little ass,” he says through his teeth, as he slaps my other ass cheek, and then soothes it like he did the other.

  “Your cock is so deep inside of me. Noah! Yes!”

  “Damn right! This pussy is mine. You are so wet for me, Heather.”

  He makes me feel like a porn star and I’m panting, wanting more. He makes me feel so comfortable and confident. His hand that was on my ass moves around to the front of my body to rub my clit, while his colossal cock slams into me ruthlessly. This is hot, sensual, and intense; I don’t want it to stop. I don’t want to come yet.

  “Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Right there!”

  “Come for me, baby,” he commands and my body willingly obliges. I come so hard that my sex pushes his thick, magnificent cock out of me. He replaces it immediately and pumps into me a few more times.

  I’m coating his cock with my slick wetness as he’s slamming into me. He stills and I feel him. His hot spurts of come shooting into the depths of my wet sex. He hasn’t even pulled out of me yet, but I can feel his come oozing out of me and sliding down the inside of my thigh.

  We stay like that for a while until we are both able to catch our breath. Without warning he slides out of me and sits down on the edge of the bed with a brash grin on his face. I take a few minutes to compose myself before sitting down next to him.

  His arm automatically snakes around my waist, pulling me down with him onto the bed, where I lay in his arms wallowing in a sated bliss. Unconsciously, I move my hands into his damp hair and smile sleepily.

  THIRTY MINUTES LATER, he moves his large delectable body farther up the bed. He pulls me on top of him and I think he’s about to pass out, but he surprises me when he rubs his cock against my sex.
Again?

  I move my hand back, and I feel like I can barely get my hand around him. He easily slides into my wetness this time. Once he’s completely buried inside of me I sit up and place my hands on his chest. Starting to rock my body, I’m fucking him like a swing set as I smile down at him. I ride him hard and fast.

  “You like that, baby? You like it that fast?”

  “Yes…” I hiss out desperately.

  A fleeting moment passes when I think that we might lead to something, but I quickly change my thought direction to his cock and how he feels inside of me. His hands grip my waist, holding me still as he pummels my pussy. I can feel his heavy balls hitting me every time he slams up into me. He’s hitting every sensitive spot in me all at once.

  “I’m going to come!”

  “Yes! Come for me like you’ve never come for anyone else.”

  I’m lost in my own orgasm as it hits me.

  I come so hard and hastily that I lose myself to this man.

  I’ve never felt anything like this.

  My body is at such a physical high that I’m almost numb.

  “Holy fuck! That’s it, baby!” He grunts louder than I’ve heard him grunt before.

  “NOAH!” I’m still coming. I feel wet, so wet and so sated. I think he comes; I think I feel him lose his load deep inside of me, but I’m unsure. I feel high from my orgasm. The next thing I comprehend is him pulling me down to his chest, kissing my neck, my cheeks and then my lips.

  “I’ve never seen anyone do that before,” he whispers into my ear.

  Anyone do what? I try to think, but then I really feel us. We’re both wet. More than I’ve ever felt before during any sexual activity. “That was so intense. I want you to do that to me again,” I say sleepily.

  “I will, ballerina, but not right now. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

  “I’m fine,” I argue.

  “Let’s go shower. Then you can sleep.” I don’t understand why he wants to shower right now when I’m so content, so infatuated with this man.

  He eases out of me and holds onto my ass as he sits up. I manage to blink my eyes open and take in the wet bed underneath us. He’s got liquid of some sort on his sexy abs. I look into his eyes and freeze.

  “What…what happened? Was that me?” I’m panicking and my breathing is becoming fast and deep.

  “Shh, baby. It was. You finally let go with me, baby; it was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  “How? Noah, I can’t…I’ve never done that.”

  “You did. I’d like to make you do it again. I’ve never seen a woman lose herself so entirely before.”

  I am so mortified. I quickly cover my face with my hands.

  “Hey…” he says, as he moves my hands from my face. “You are so gorgeous, baby. How did that feel?”

  “I…are you sure? You’re covered in it.”

  “I’m sure. Relax and tell me how it felt?” His fingers move a long strand of hair behind my ear and I know I’m turning red.

  “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

  “Good. I’m glad I have something that no other man has ever experienced with my girl.”

  Oh my! He’s rather possessive and so skillful.

  “I want you to do it to me again, but not now. I’m so tired.”

  He’s holding up my body weight as he moves off of the bed and carries me to the bath.

  “You have my word, my beautiful baby.”

  For the next hour he runs his hands over me slowly with the soap, washing me as I lean my body against him, trying my hardest not to fall asleep.

  Once the hour passes we get out and he dries me off. I just stand there. I’ve got nothing left in me. I can dance two shows back to back, but this man does me in. He picks me up again, and I don’t complain because I don’t think I could walk back to the bed if I wanted to. I’m not entirely sure how he’s still awake. He stops walking and I open my eyes just enough to see what’s going on. He’s set me down on the armchair while he calls down to the front desk to ask to have our linens changed.

  I can tell he’s smiling by the sound of his voice before he hangs up. I feel his lips on the top of my head a second later, whispering, “my girl.”

  I smile and nod.

  “Yours,” I tell him softly.

  The next thing I know he’s laying me down on the bed. I’m naked, I think, and I curl up onto my side, as he moves the clean comforter over me.

  “Goodnight, my little ballerina.”

  I moan softly, feeling cold without his arms around me. “Where are you going?”

  I force my eyes open enough to see him pull off his towel before lying down next to me and getting under the covers.

  “Nowhere, baby. I’m right here.”

  His strong arms surround me as he pulls me on top of him, and that’s the last thing I remember before the sleepy blackness becomes me.

  Noah

  I TAKE IN A deep breath when I wake up from a deep sleep. Heather’s hair is all over my face and tangled in my scruff. I have one eye open, squinting while the other is still closed. Why the fuck did I not close the damn curtains last night? There’s more light in this room than there is pink in her wardrobe, and that’s saying something.

  I lift my head and look over at my sleeping beauty. She's the definition of perfection. Made just for me. She’s still fast asleep. Turning my head, I look at the alarm clock. Holy fuck, she's been sleeping for almost ten hours. She's lifeless to the world and hasn't moved in what seems like days. Is she dead?

  Was I too rough and she was too afraid to tell me? I scrub my hand down my face and across my stubble.

  Christ. I can't fuck this up. I don’t think I took it too far last night.

  I believe I thoroughly wore her out yesterday. I’ve never wanted anything so much in my damn life before her. I’m not sharing her, and I’m not letting go. This beautiful woman solely belongs to me.

  If there is one thing that I am thankful to Mae for, it’s Heather. The only reason I met my girl was because of Mae’s obsession with the ballet. Fuck, I feel like that’s the only thing I really know about Mae. I don’t know who she really is. She’s been hiding behind some motherly façade for years. Shit. I don’t want to think about this with my girl in my arms.

  I move her hair to the side and tilt her face up, whispering, "Ballerina?"

  Her nose twitches and her eyelashes flicker a tiny movement. Well, at least I know she's alive. I chuckle to myself. Better take it easy on the girl, Ryan, or she'll never ask for it again.

  She moves a little more, oddly enough, squirming on top of me. She’s cold. Fuck, her hands are freezing. I make sure the comforter is around us and adjust the pillow under my head before surrounding her in my warmth. She nuzzles my chest automatically, finding her preferred spot.

  She’s beautiful when she’s awake or asleep. I’m the luckiest motherfucker in Manhattan today: my girl is warm and comfortable, my apartment and shit are being moved up next week, and I’m always going to be close to her. I can’t do long distance, not with her.

  She starts to fidget in her sleep and I have to choke back a laugh. The sounds she's making are fucking hysterical and adorable all at once. Is that a moan? Or a whimper? It almost sounded like a swear word. Does she talk in her sleep? I'm determined to find out.

  “What was that, ballerina?” I ask softly. I want to know if she’ll answer me in her sleep. Her body stills and she whimpers as if she’s crying. Maybe she’s having a bad dream? I’m not entirely sure.

  “What’s wrong, baby girl?” I ask and she nuzzles against me then breathes in quickly.

  “Noah…” She moans in a long, drawn-out breath.

  “I’m here. Are you okay? Are you sore?”

  “Yes, but it feels good,” she mumbles. I can’t tell if she’s awake or not.

  “It does? How come?” I ask, as I try to run a hand through her knotted hair.

  “Because my boyfriend is amazing at this thing called
sex.”

  I can feel her smiling against my chest and I know she is finally awake. I’ve been waiting hours to kiss her. I tilt her chin up and take her mouth with mine.

  “How did you sleep, beautiful baby?” I ask as our lips are still grazing each other’s.

  She hums softly and blinks those gorgeous fucking eyes. "I think I was in a coma, but I had a nightmare."

  I frown. “Do you have them often?” She doesn’t answer me for the longest time. I tilt her chin up. “Do you?” I ask again.

  She nods her head but doesn’t say the words.

  “About what, baby?” I need to know what plagues her so I can fix it. She tenses in my arms and I can tell it’s something bad.

  “Him,” she says in almost a whisper. My fingers clench automatically and my protective side surges forward. I sit up and look at her.

  “Heather? Did he ever hurt you?”

  She shakes her head. “He just likes digging his fingers into my body when we’re on stage. And he tried to force me to sleep with him when we were seeing each other. That’s all. He was just really rough. I also have dreams about my parents, and the day they died. It’s like I was in the plane with them…”

  She stops talking and all I can do is tighten my arms around her little frame. “I’m here, baby.”

  “I know,” she says softly.

  In an attempt to change the subject I say, “Would you like to come apartment hunting with me today, beautiful? I need my girl’s opinion if she’s going to be staying the night.”

  She nods slowly. "I'd be happy to help." I hear a soft sigh come from her lips as she smiles contently with my arms locked around her.

  “Good. We’ll get breakfast and head out. We’re not in a rush so take your time getting ready. I like seeing you naked anyway.” I smirk when she smacks my chest.

  “Baby!”

  I still. It’s the first time she’s called me that. Fuck, it feels good. I have goose bumps in my soul. This girl is more than perfect for me. I’m not sure I can live up to the guy she needs to be with. I can’t be certain that I’m made for her. I feel as if she needs someone better suited.