His words are even more powerful than his muscles.
I may have been on the fence earlier about him, even though I probably wasn’t in fact, but now there’s no denying it.
I want him and I want him bad.
I want to bond with him physically as he’s just allowed me to bond with him emotionally and mentally.
The connection between us is magnetic. It hits me that somehow little ‘ol me has even moved my big, elegant chair closer to his over the course of our discussion.
Was I swinging my legs bringing the chair closer and closer by the smallest of margins?
Did I wrap my legs around the legs of the chair and pull myself closer to him?
Or did my subconscious just will me closer without even knowing how the physical was able to pull it off.
It doesn’t matter. Trying to understand is a fool’s errand.
All I know is I did and right now I’m a complete and utter fool for him.
And I feel like this could continue indefinitely. I hate to say the word that starts with an F and ends with ever, but it feels that real. That strong. That powerful.
It’s like I don’t even have a choice. It’s just like that book he recommended.
And there’s that. He’s a man who reads. Not only does he read, but he studies what he reads and then shares it at the most opportune time.
And I want him to continue sharing. Upstairs.
Teaching me with his wisdom, not just in years but in life experiences.
I think I know who I am and what I want in some ways, but now I realize he can help me understand myself even more…even deeper.
And I know in doing so my connection to him will grow even deeper.
This is crazy!
But there’s no point in reasoning and even if I did at this point my mind would agree with my body…and dare I say my heart.
“And there’s something that I’ve put my mind too,” he says. “It wasn’t preconceived or expected but since we’ve sat down it’s only grown stronger and stronger and now it’s something I absolutely have to have.”
I’m scared of what he’s going to say next with that intense look on his face. “What is that?”
“You.”
CHAPTER 7
Jason
I stand and offer her my hand.
She looks at it and without reservation puts her hand in mine and stands as well.
I escort her like a gentleman to the elevator.
It’s one of those old school elevators and it makes a slight beeping sound as we pass each floor. It’s the perfect cover right now as my heart’s pounding out of my chest to the same rhythm. If the elevator were silent I know she’d be able to hear it.
But her pulse is racing too.
I can feel the heat in her hand and the vein in her lower palm throbbing.
The elevator stops and I hold the door allowing her to pass through first.
She’s my princess and about to become my queen. Absolutely I’m going to treat her in a way that fits the title and the crown she’ll forever wear in my life.
I slide the key in the door and open it.
Immediately we’re greeted with the smell of the rose petals.
“Wow,” she says as she stops just inside the door.
She surveys the room in its entirety while I stand just behind her in the hallway watching her expression. Damn, it feels good to be able to put such an expression like that on her face.
I may be a big, burly guy but to watch her experience this and to see how much it affects her? Well it affects me too, more than I would ever show.
I am a man after all. It’s my responsibility to be the stable rock…the lighthouse in the night.
And my member is already as hard and as straight as a lighthouse, but it’s trying to guide itself to her ocean.
“You had this planned?”
“The only thing I planned was meeting you in the lobby and getting to know you. But I knew once I did there would be no way I’d be able to resist you. Not that I would ever want to. As far as coming up here? I just wanted to be prepared. The decision to stay or go is yours. It’s always yours. If you don’t feel completely comfortable now, or at any time, you can go whenever you want. I’ll be disappointed more than you could know but I’ll always respect you and your decisions.”
She turns to face me, putting her hands on my chest and looking up at me with those incredible eyes of hers.
“I want to be here with you and there’s no way I’m going anywhere. As a matter of fact,” she says as uses me for balance as she slips out of her high heels, “I’m ready to get more comfortable.”
“How much more comfortable?”
“Completely comfortable,” she says. “And if you might be able to help me I can start right now.”
She turns around and moves her hair to the side.
There’s one small button just below her neck that needs undoing so she can slide out of her top.
I move in closer and the scent of roses turns to the only thing in the world that can be sweeter.
Her.
My oversized fingers carefully take the small button in my hands, unfastening it.
“You get it?”
“I got it,” I say. And oh how I want to get her.
She turns around and takes two steps backwards but maintains eye contact.
I step inside the room bringing me closer to her and then lock the door.
She takes two more steps backward and then reaches down for her top and lifts it up and over her head tossing it to the side.
I stand in complete awe. I knew her body was beautiful and absolutely perfect already, but there’s just something about seeing it for the first time that still makes my heart skip a beat and brings out the animal in me.
I exhale hard and try to keep myself under control.
My eyes run down along her breasts and across her midsection. God, I want to touch her. To feel her skin against mine. To feel her nipples in my mouth.
To spend the entire night exploring her and then do it all over again for days and days until we pass out from complete exhaustion and exhilaration.
It’s like we’re both frozen in time until I suddenly snap.
I reach down and grab my T-shirt bringing it up and over my head and then casting it away just as she’d done with her top.
Now it’s a race to get undressed the quickest.
I’ve never removed my clothes so quickly and I’m even doing so on complete autopilot as my eyes stay focused on her.
I watch as she’s down to her underwear then she straightens back up and unhooks her bra. Her breasts pop out just as I pull my underwear off and my cock pops out and up ready to be covered up again, but not by clothes…by the grip of her walls.
She quickly slides out of her panties and I can see her completely shaven pussy glistening in the moonlight coming in through the window.
We step forward to each other at the same time and instantly my arms wrap around her just as her arms wrap around mine.
And our two lips meet and I feel fireworks go off throughout my entire body.
I feel her hard nipples against my skin and my cock ache to be inside her. To please her and to please myself.
I lift her from the ground and carry her to the bed as our faces continue to devour each other’s.
I lay her down gently on top of the rose petals and then slide in on top of her, placing my hands on her shoulders and running them down along the outsides of her arms before bringing them back up but this time along the sides of her body.
“Your skin is so perfect. The outline of your body incredible in my hands. I just want to touch you forever. To massage you. To caress you. And to grab you tight and do things to you you probably couldn’t even dream of.”
“Good, because I want you to surprise me. To take me places I can’t go by myself and to help me bring out a side of me that the world has never seen but I know all to well exists. A side that’s been repressed an
d bottled up but now is ready to be set free in its entirety.”
“We’re going to do all those things and more. We won’t sleep one second this night, but we won’t ever be tired. Adrenaline will carry us through.”
“I already feel it.”
“And I’m going to make you feel even more and to show you all those things that have been bottled up, but first we need to do this right. I need to go slow and explore you…from the inside as we connect entirely.”
“Yes. It’s too incredible and romantic in here not to.”
“And that’s how I feel too. Like this is a dream and you’re my princess. I need to treat you delicately and move super slowly really allowing each and every one of my nerve endings to take in the feel of you. And later we can move at an entirely different pace.”
“Yes,” she says. “I want you to make love to me.”
I can’t wait any longer.
I mount her and grab my cock trying to keep it still as it’s already twitching in my hand.
I place it at her opening and rub it up and down feeling her wetness on the tip.
“You’re ready,” I say.
“I’ve been ready since downstairs.”
“Once I’m inside you there’s no going back. You’re going to be mine.”
“And you’ll be mine. Make me yours,” she says.
When I hear those words it’s all over for me. No more trying to hold back.
I slowly guide my hips forward and enter her. My head leans back and my eyes close as my hands fall to my sides and my palms face forward.
She feels so good I feel like I’m having some sort of religious or out of body experience.
“Uhhh,” I moan.
“Ahhh,” she returns.
I feel the first few inches of my cock opening her. She’s so tight I have to enter very slowly which is all the better. It slows everything down to a point where it’s like time is standing still, which allows me to feel her even more. The thin skin along my shaft stretches as the nerve endings feel the small pulses from her walls as they part allowing me inside.
When I feel like I can’t go any more I stop and open my eyes. I lean forward and place my hands on the bed just to the sides of her head.
Her mouth is open and her stomach pulled in. I can see she’s holding her breath.
“Breathe,” I say.
As she slowly exhales I slowly guide my hips back allowing my cock to pull back out ever so slowly feeling all that pleasure of moving inside her once again.
I feel the head of my cock catch at her opening and I stop. There’s no way I’m pulling out completely. Right now all I can think about is being inside her forever.
I keep my eyes on hers as she looks up at me.
It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. The look of her face in complete ecstasy because of me. How much I’m able to please her and give her things she has never experienced before and may never again.
There’s no one on this planet who will do the things and go to the lengths I will to make every day for her the most incredible day of her existence. Even years later it would never come out of obligation, but because I’d still be so addicted to her.
And addicted is exactly how I feel and I need to feel her again.
I guide my hips in just as slowly as the first time. This time her hands come up and clench around my forearms. The deeper I go the more her fingers dig into my skin.
“You want me to stop.”
“No. It feels too good. Deeper,” she says.
I go just a bit deeper than the first time and then slowly guide myself back out until I feel my head catch again.
I stop and breath relishing in the feeling that I’m still inside her and that she only wants more of me. She wants me deeper and longer and with each time I enter her I will do that…go a bit deeper both physically and emotionally until I can’t go any deeper and her gushy spot meets the head of my cock and I plant her with my seed so deep inside her it will be dripping out of her pussy for weeks.
“Again,” she says.
I guide myself in a third time. The smell of the room has gone from roses, to her, to feral heat.
The wooden walls should lend a certain smell of nature to the room, but the only natural thing I smell is the most natural thing two people can do together.
Reproduce.
Her hands come up and reach for by backside. She grabs my ass and squeezes trying to bring me even deeper inside, but I can feel she’s not ready.
She’s opening wider and I pull back out and slide back in a little faster than the time before.
“Yeah,” she moans. “Faster.”
The way she says it is too much. I planned on taking it slow for the duration, but she’s practically demanding and begging for more at the same time and I’ll be damned if it’s not what I want too.
I slide in and back out even faster.
“Faster,” she says.
My hands come up off sheets and slide in under her armpits and grab ahold of her shoulders. I lean back in bringing her face to face with me.
My hands cup her back and I feel the rose petals falling from her skin across mine.
Her hands come up and clasp behind my head before grabbing ahold of my back for leverage as she begins bouncing up and down on my dick.
It’s too much.
My forearms slide in closer to her sides and my fingers clutch her back tighter as I lift her up and down with the bend in my elbow against her sides.
She’s bouncing up and down slamming my cock deeper inside her in rhythm.
“Uh! Uh! Uh!” she moans each time she slides down my rod coming to a stop as the head of my cock slams into her G-spot putting me right on the edge.
Her head is flopping back and forth wildly and her hair is going every which way and it’s suddenly an all out fuckfest.
“Uh!” her tone goes from deep to a squeak.
“I’m gonna…I’m…coming!”
I feel her juices cover my cock and it sends me overboard.
I angle down and under before thrusting up one more time exploding inside her as my seed mixes with hers.
“Uhhhh!” I moan as it feels like everything good inside me leaves going into her.
“Oh my god! Oh my god! Again!” she says and I feel a second waterfall flow from her covering me.
Our bodies spasm and shake milking each other for every single last drop until finally there’s no more.
For this go round.
Our faces are inches apart…hot, sweaty, and completely flush.
I can feel her breath on my face and I know she can feel the same as we both try and catch our breath.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say.
We move in unison towards each other and kiss again, but for the first time as lovers.
And that’s exactly what we did. Made love completely and without reservations. There are no walls to erect to guard myself and my emotions from her. I let her in completely and she did the same and we’re both stronger for it.
And now we’ve come together as one.
And it’s time to do it again.
CHAPTER 8
Winter
I step out of the shower and right back into his arms.
“Not so fast,” he says.
“Now that you’re clean it’s time to get dirty again.”
There’s no question that we just made love, and there’s no question that love isn’t the right word for what I am sure is about to happen next.
He spins me around grabbing my wrists and holding them above my head and against the shower tiles.
I hear the water turn on and the showerhead springs to life sending warm droplets running down my back and curving along my butt before falling towards the drain.
Suddenly I feel his hand against my ass and I shudder. My cheek shakes before he stills it with his grasp kneading it in his hand.
I feel his beard against my shoulder and then against the side of my face just before t
he front of his body presses into the back of mine.
His hand slides in-between my breasts and up to my face as he gently runs his index finger along my lips.
I open my mouth slightly and he offers up his digit to me.
I make my mouth in the shape of an O and then move my head forward taking as much of his finger as possible. Just like his cock it’s too much for me to handle at first.
“Uh-huh,” I cough.
“Are you okay? We can slow down or even stop.”
“I’m okay. Let me try again.”
I slowly take in his finger again but this time I get it right. I don’t take in too much and I begin to suck on it…practice for something much bigger, thicker, and more powerful which I know I’m going to suck on later.
I feel his hand slide along the side of my neck before knifing in my hair and moving it up, pulling it gently before he delivers a soft kiss on my neck.
The slight pressure from my scalp is causing a tingling sensation from the light pain that feels so good. But it’s offset by his tenderness as his kisses continue so delicately along my shoulders.
This mixture of pleasure and pain confuses my mind and tighten my senses even further.
I feel my pussy longing for him again but instead I feel my hair crash down against my skin and quickly his hand meets my ass again…this time harder and firmer.
“Have you been a bad girl or a good girl?” he whispers into my ear.
“I’ve been good enough to be treated bad,” I say trying my own kind of dirty talk.
“That’s good because I know you’re naughty and you know what naughty girls get don’t you?”
“Spanked?” I say firming my ass for another slap.
“And their hair pulled,” he says, surprising me by grabbing my hair and bringing it back.
My back arches and my head faces the ceiling as the water splashes in my face disorienting me momentarily.
The feeling of being out of my body for a quick second turns me on even more.
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