by Lily Love
"Well, can I get a little kiss before you leave me in this huge living room all alone?" Crystal walked towards him.
"I thought you would never ask." Timothy leaned in and grabbed Crystal up and spun her around while kissing on her neck. When he set her down on the ground, he slowly kissed her soft lips and held her tight. He wasn't expecting for his manhood to react, but it was too late, he was starting to get hard again and he knew Crystal felt it, as she pushed her pelvis into his hardness. "Ready again so soon huh? I didn't think guys could go twice in one hour." Crystal laughed.
"Hey, I didn't think I could do that either, but like I told you earlier, there is something about you that drives me crazy, and it's an overwhelming feeling."
"Well, I guess you're proving that now huh." She teased.
Crystal dropped down to her knees and used her teeth to unzip his pants while using her fingers to unbutton the top button. She slid his pants and briefs down around his ankles and started kissing his inner thighs. She placed one hand around the base of his thick erection and slowly ran her tongue the length of his long and stiff manhood. She could feel the veins bulging through the skin on her tongue, and it turned her on. She started to feel moisture building between her legs and she was getting hot in places all over again. The thought and memory of how Timothy felt inside of her made her want to please him back. She slowly let the tip of his stiffness enter her wet mouth, and she let her tongue swirl around the head. She slowly lowered her mouth over him until he was touching the back of her throat and then she made a swallowing motion with her throat to act like a wave of muscles around his firmness. Timothy moaned in pleasure and put his hands and fingers into her hair. She slowly let him thrust himself in and out of her hot and wet mouth until she felt him start to throb and get rock hard. She knew he was close to exploding, so she kissed the tip and stood up and took her pants off. Then Crystal licked her fingers and bent over and placed her wet fingers between her legs and told him to take her just like that. Crystal played with herself as Timothy penetrated her over and over again and then she placed both of her hands on the floor without bending her knees. She reached behind herself and spread her ass cheeks apart so Timothy could penetrate her as deep as he could get himself to go. Crystal moaned out in pleasure, but she didn't say a word. Words wouldn't be able to explain what she was feeling right now and she knew if she tried to speak nothing would come out as the pleasure he was inflicting upon her rendered her speechless. It was all Crystal could do to fight the verge of cuming all over his thick and bulging manliness. She could hear Timothy's panting growing more and more rapid, and she could feel him pulsating inside of her as he filled her up all the way. She could feel every ripple on his package of love, and she finally couldn't take it anymore. She tried to shift her hips to keep the feeling from overwhelming her, but it was too late. Her wetness squirted out in bursts of pleasure all over Timothy's dick, and she could tell it turned him on even more.
Timothy couldn't believe that Crystal had just squirted all over him. He had seen it in plenty of pornos and heard about that kind of female orgasm from the guys around town, but he never actually witnessed it our felt it firsthand. It was an amazing feeling, and it made him feel like a sex god and then when the wetness made him slip so easily in and out of her he couldn't take it anymore. The pressure from the pleasure that he had been trying to fight exploded inside of her, and it made his entire body quake and quiver. It was all he could do to stay on his feet, and he could barely breathe. The explosion that Crystal just gave him was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, and he thought his heart was going to pound out of his chest. He knew right then and there that he had just had the best sex of his life, and he wasn't about to live without that ever again. And if it were like this on the first day, he couldn't imagine how much better it was going to get.
Chapter Seven
"Do you mind if I sit down for a second baby?" Timothy asked her.
"I was thinking the same thing, my legs are killing me."
They both sat down on the brown leather sofa and Timothy pulled her close into his arms. He used the fleece throw that was behind him on the back of the sofa to cover them up, and they lay there catching their breath in silence.
Crystal was glad that she had been working that morning at the dry cleaners, more than that; she was glad that the pipes broke at the other store. It was almost as if the universe had put everything in motion for them to meet one another that day. She knew what people thought about women giving it up on the first date, and she hadn't even been on a date with Timothy yet. However, the feelings and the in-the-moment sparks and passion that were transpiring between them that day could not be resisted or passed up. She was glad she gave into the temptation Timothy's presence, sent, and personality put on her. She wouldn't change the events of this day for a million bucks, and the best part was, nobody knew about what happened but her and Timothy, so there was nothing to be ashamed of.
Timothy sat on the couch thinking about how his day went. How he was so pissed off that the cleaners were closed on Ashland Ave and how he thought Crystal was a typical street girl when he seen her smoking that cigarette engaged in her cell phone when he pulled up. However, after meeting her, talking with her, and looking into those crystal blue eyes, the string of events were, in the end, a perfect blend that landed him with feelings of passion he had never felt in his life. He had finally found happiness with a woman. A woman that he barely knew but felt that he knew forever. Nothing in the world would change his mind about paying for her school that day. Nothing and nobody could ever say a thing to him about why he was with this lower class dry cleaner employee either. To Timothy, Crystal was a princess in disguise, and he wasn't going to let her go. He thought that he would be able to finally taste and feel what love for a woman really was with her. He just hoped that she would give him the opportunity to prove that himself to her.
Timothy looked down at Crystal and noticed that her eyes were closed. He hadn't known how long they were sitting there, holding each other in silence, but it felt good to have her fall asleep in his arms. He had never let a woman he slept with fall asleep in his arms and for the first time, he had no bad feelings against the simple act. Maybe she was really going to give him the chance he wanted so desperately with her. He didn't want to wake her, so he just sat there and watched her sleep. Timothy thought she looked like and angle as she slept, and he wondered what she may be dreaming about. A part of him hoped that it was him that she was dreaming of, but he would never have the guts to ask her. He knew things were moving so fast and that it probably scared her a little. It really scared him, but he wasn't so worried about it because of the overwhelming feeling of knowing that Crystal was the woman he wanted to be with right now. Who knows, maybe even forever? That made him laugh to himself when he thought about it. His father would be shocked because he knew Timothy hadn't been in a real relationship since his mother left like she did.
Timothy hadn't realized that he dozed off with Crystal wrapped in his arms, and he woke up to her softly kissing him on his chest. "Good morning sexy." She said.
"Have you been up long?"
"No. I didn't even know when I fell asleep, but I am sorry that I did. I mean I didn't even ask you if I could stay the night."
Timothy cocked his head to the left, "Seriously Crystal, you don't have to ask me anything. In fact, I want you to have the key to my apartment. I want you to be here all the time, and if you go for it, I want you to move in. You can bring your things here, put them in storage, or just leave them at your apartment. I want to wake up to your beautiful face every day for as long as you will have me."
"Stop playing Tim." Crystal playfully smacked his arm.
"I'm not playing, and since when did you start calling me Tim?" he smiled at her as he pulled her close and kissed her deeply for what seemed like an hour.
"I have to get ready for school," Crystal said.
"Not before you eat something girl. Still in the
mood for mac and cheese?" He smiled as he stood up and stretched his arms above his head.
She smiled at him. Ill takes some coffee though."
"Coming right up my darling." Timothy hurried off in all his naked glory to the kitchen.
Crystal went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth with her finger and washed her face. When she returned to the living room, Timothy handed her the cup of coffee and a set of keys. "Take my car to the school; just don't get hurt in it."
"I can take the bus you know."
"No woman of mine is taking a nasty city bus anywhere. Its dangerous out there, besides, I have nothing to do today, and I want to start moving things around in the bedroom to make room for your stuff."
"What? Really? You really want me here huh?"
"Does this look like the face of a lying man?" Timothy blinked his eyes heavily like a baby doll.
"You know, I will give it a try but under one condition." Crystal put her hands on her hips.
"Name it," Timothy said,
"Tell me what I am to you."
Timothy put his finger on his chin as if to be thinking long and hard for something to say, then he pulled her close to him and looked dead in his eyes and said, “You’re my love, and I mean that."
"That's just what I wanted to hear. Now I got to go I'll see you when I get home from school."
Crystal wasn't expecting that and it made her cry. He just touched her heart in a way no man had ever been able to touch her in her life. "I think I'm falling in love with you Timothy."
"I love you too Crystal." Timothy kissed her and said, "Now get to school and hurry back home. I will be waiting for you, baby." Crystal smiled.
Monday
Most people would hate her job or think it was too boring. The quiet atmosphere of the small town library calmed Rose Sinclair's soul. It let her alone to her books. She loved to read and probably read nearly half of the libraries romance collection. She adored the male characters in the books that she read. She wanted a tall, dark, and handsome man of her own. To whisper sweet nothings in her ear at night, wrap her up in their strong toned arms and drift asleep. She could imagine herself as one of the women out of the books she read. She would picture herself making hot passionate love to strapping man instilling pleasure upon her, night after night. Rose longed for the day she would get out of the small town of Middleton, Ohio. She wanted to make a romance story all her own, but the men in this town were shallow. Asphyxiated on one thing and that sure wasn't Rose. The men in Middleton wanted nothing more than money; for money let a man know where he measured up amongst the rest. She hated that. She despised how the men around her put money before love, before woman. The woman in Middleton dealt with it and married them anyway. Well, they could have them. Rose wanted something different out of her life, and she wasn't going to settle for second best next to money.
Rose sat behind her computer at the front counter of the library. She hadn't paid attention to the man who just walked in. Had she had her nose out of a book for longer than two seconds to glance at the clock she might have noticed the drop-dead gorgeous man who walked in. It wasn't until he tapped the small silver bell on the counter that she noticed the man. The minute she laid eyes on him she knew he was different.
"Can I help you?" Rose asked in a frail voice. God he was gorgeous.
"Yeah, you can. You see, I have this cat, and it keeps pissing all over my damn house. I can't get it to use the litterbox. The damn thing is stubborn as hell. I thought I might look for some help in training it here, but I can't find any books on the subject." He spoke as if he had known her for years. So comforting his voice was. There was a hint of an accent, but she wasn't sure where it was from. British maybe? English? He sounded a little "James Bondish" but who cared anyways, his eyes were beautiful. He wasn't from around town. No, this man was a city man, you could see it in his eyes. He reminded her of Stefan, the character in her book who was strapped like a horse and knew how to please a woman. He was breath-taking just like the strange man standing in front of her now.
"Well, did you check the self-help section? There are a lot of books on how to train your pets." She said coolly. "Here, let me show you." Her face was hot, she knew she was blushing. She hated that. Hated how her body had a mind of its own and reacted so intensely to things. She was used to it though, as she was always blushing from the stories she read.
Rose stepped from around the desk. She had a beautiful slim pair of legs. They were so defined, Thomas thought she must be a runner. Had to be to keep a pair of legs like that. He slowly eyeballed her from her feet all the way up. She had a slender body, thin. She was shorter than him. What was she, 5'5'', 5'6''? She probably only came up to his chest, but she was so beautiful. Her hair looked soft to the touch, and it hung loosely atop of her perky little breasts. She had a great set of tits, and he could see her nipples were taunt as they peeked from underneath her plum colored blouse. As she stepped in front of him he noticed how her skirt draped over her ass and he could see the fabric did her justice as it hung and clanged in all the right spots, exposing her every curve. Wow, she was something else. Her husband must be one lucky s.o.b to nab a girl like her. He couldn't imagine she would settle for anything less than a rich and handsome man. Why with those looks, she didn't have to settle for anything or anybody. He would never be as lucky to get a woman like her. With all the evil he did in his life, he was damaged goods. Sure, he had money, and he knew he was good looking too, but Thomas had a scary past that he knew made him damaged goods and a woman like that just wasn't attracted to men like him. Still, his cock pulsed in reaction to her ass shifting in front of him. He could imagine himself bending her over right there, thrusting deep inside of her.
"I think there are some books on animal training right here." Rose placed her finger on the edge of the shelf and slid it across as she scanned the titles. "Ah yes, How to get Your Cat to Stop Peeing Outside the Litterbox. This book should have what you're looking for." She couldn't make eye contact with him, or she was going to continue to blush so she looked back at the shelf.
"Yeah. Sounds like I'm not the only one about to toss my cat outside." He grabbed the book from her hand with a half grin on his lips.
Rose laughed at that, "You weren't going to toss your kitty outside were you?"
"No, but I thought about it." He said with a slight chuckle. "I only bought Oscar because I was told cats make good companions with little maintenance. Dogs have to go outside at all hours of the night and can't really be potty trained."
Rose smiled, "God forbid he wake the King from his beauty sleep."
They both laughed.
Thomas wondered if she was married or had a boyfriend but knew he couldn't just come out and ask her without looking too desperate. "What, your man gets cranky if he gets woke up at night?"
Rose looked down, "Oh no, there is no man in my bed to get disturbed."
"Well I don't see how a pretty woman like yourself could be alone at night, don't your nights get cold?" Thomas asked with real concern.
"Cold? Not at all. I know how to keep myself warm." Rose smirked as she started back for her desk. "I have plenty of blankets."
Thomas couldn't stop looking at her ass, the way it shifted from side to side when she walked. She was so graceful with her walk, very confident. He could tell she was a flirt, probably like all those woman who love to tease and leave you hanging with your thumb in your ass. But Roses smile was beautiful, and her eyes were warm. She was perfect. Too Perfect.
"Can I have your card?" Rose asked
"My card?" Thomas was confused.
"Your library card. You're going to need it if you want learn to potty train, Oscar." Rose said knowingly.
"Ah, my library card. Well, I was hoping you could help me out with that too. I don't have one."
"Do you have a photo I.D?" Rose handed him a clipboard. "Fill out this form and bring it back to me with your I.D and we'll get you one today." Rose went to turn back to her chair when
she noticed the man staring at her. She looked at him, and their eyes met. They seemed to lock in with each other, and Rose felt her heart start to pound.
"Sure." Thomas said, and he walked away, clipboard in hand.
Rose thought he was mysterious. His eyes were deep set and the lightest shade of brown she had ever seen. They held a light in them that made her feel he could see right through her. She felt the way he stared at her when she walked to the bookshelf, but she couldn't stop shifting her hips without it looking forced. She didn't want to look strange or like a robot walking, so she just walked faster, getting to the shelf with the cat information. She thought a cat was an odd choice for a man to have; it was probably his wife's cat. It was either his wife's or he was gay. All the good looking guys were gay now-a-days. It disappointed Rose.
Thomas had to walk away with the clipboard. He wondered if she noticed how abruptly he turned from her. She was so breathtaking he couldn't continue to stare at her. He was getting aroused looking at her, imagining every last piece of her flesh under his hands. When their eyes met, he felt his cock jump again. He could feel it start to rise when she brushed his hand when he grabbed the clipboard. God it had been a long time since he felt such an attraction for a woman; and what a woman she was. He couldn't believe she was unmarried. Still, he felt she was way over his league, and he needed to wake up. After all, he was trained killer. Not that he wanted to be anymore. He had been a recruit for the United States Intelligence. He could never have imagined what the military would do to him. How far he would climb the military ladder of success only to land in a pool of blood. He still had flashbacks and nightmares of the woman he had been sent to kill. He tried to remember them as missions rather than people, but he was human, and he knew that he took life. He felt it inside of himself and he hated how it felt. When he had informed Mr. Gill that he was retiring and moving back to the states, he was met with much resistance. Mr. Gill was the head of U.S. Intelligence, and he wasn't going to let Thomas leave without a fight. He needed Thomas. The United States needed Thomas. Thomas was a thoroughbred, stone cold killer. They shaped him, trained him, molded Thomas into the most accurate and lethal sharp shooter since Christopher Scott (Chris) Kyle. Nobody could deliver results like Thomas, and Mr. Gill was pissed that he wanted out. However, he let Thomas leave. It would only be a matter of time before Thomas came back. As the saying goes, "once a killer always a killer".
