by Julia Wolf
I climbed back into the driver’s seat, rubbed my lips, and exhaled deeply. “God, you’re cute.”
He scoffed. “Cute? Really, Frannie?”
I nodded, shifting my car into reverse. “So cute.”
I could feel James’ eyes on me as I drove. Every time we hit a stoplight, I turned to him and we grinned at each other like a couple of damn fools.
We parked in my garage and walked to a little hole-in-the-wall restaurant. I’d never even noticed it tucked away on a side street, but James seemed to know all the secrets of the neighborhood.
After we ordered at the counter and got our food, we sat at a small table by a window facing the street. The restaurant had only a few tables, and they were all full. I had a feeling I’d be coming back here a lot since it was so close to my place and the food looked delicious.
I took a big bite of my falafel and hummus pita. My eyes practically rolled back in my head as the flavors hit my tongue.
“Oh, that’s good!” I exclaimed. “There’s no way I’m going to eat this without making a mess. You may want to look away—I’m about to go to town on this pita.”
James laughed, watching me take another big bite, then he picked up his lamb pita and took a giant bite of his own.
“So, do you live around here?” I wiped my mouth with my napkin. “You seem to know the neighborhood well.”
He nodded. “I do. I’ll take you to my place soon, if you want.”
“I do want. You’re still a mystery to me, James.”
His lips curved up slightly. “I can’t reveal all my secrets, or you’ll lose interest.”
I ran my index finger over the back of his hand that was resting on the table. “Not a chance, fella. I think your mystery runs deeps. I keep unwrapping you and unwrapping you, but there’s always another layer.”
He grabbed my hand and squeezed. “I hope you like what you find.”
“I think I will. I like you right now.”
“I like you too, Frannie.”
I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and regarded his handsome face. Looking at him caused a constant, pressing need to kiss him and lick his body and generally have my way with him. I liked him, liked him. We’d had terrible sex once—well, maybe it only counted as a half—but even that didn’t deter me from wanting him. And now that I was getting to know him, the feeling had become overwhelming.
“Let’s go back to my apartment. Laurel texted that she’s out, so it’ll just be us.”
He frowned. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
I shrugged. “Well, yes…I live there, so I kind of have to go back.”
He shook his head. “No, I mean me…in your apartment.”
I thought I understood but wasn’t certain. He was nervous to be alone with me. I was ready to mount him in the restaurant, but he might not be there just yet.
“We can just hang out if you want,” I said to reassure him. As much as I enjoyed his company, “just” hanging out was the last thing I wanted to do at this point.
James stood up without saying anything and led me outside. He was quiet during the short walk back to my place, but I snuggled into him and he softened, wrapping his arm around me.
Entering my apartment, he looked so unsure I wanted to hug and kiss him and say everything would be okay. But I knew that wasn’t what he needed. I wanted him to take the lead and he needed me to let him.
I put my hand on his forearm. “I’m going to take a quick shower. You can sit out here on the couch.” I paused and raised my eyebrows. “Or you can wait for me in my bedroom. Whatever makes you comfortable. I’ll be out in a couple of minutes!”
I went into the bathroom without looking back. I hoped he’d be waiting for me on my bed, but I wanted to be okay if he wasn’t. The truth is, I was kind of desperate to have sex with him again. I wanted to wipe that first time right off the map and start over. But I had no idea if he felt the same way.
I quickly scrubbed the day off my skin and did a fast shave of my legs. Thankfully my Brazilian bikini wax was fresh, so I didn’t have to worry about that.
When I got out of the shower, I didn’t hear any noises coming from my room or the living room, so I had no hint of what James had decided. After roughly towel drying my short hair, I wrapped another towel around me and went to my bedroom.
I sucked in a ragged breath when I saw James lying on my bed, ankles crossed and hands behind his head. He sat up when he noticed me and held his hand out. My heart started pounding and before I thought of a reason not to, I dropped my towel and went to him.
Sixteen
“Fuck,” James growled.
I stood in front of him completely naked. He sat on the edge of the bed and I moved between his legs. He gripped my hips, holding me the way I liked. James leaned forward and kissed my belly button, making me shiver.
“Cold?” he asked, not waiting for my answer before he leaned in again, kissing my hip.
I shook my head. “Not cold.”
James kissed my other hip and I shivered again.
He tipped his head back and met my eyes. His were heated, but also apprehensive. “I want to do this right, Frannie.”
I smiled and ran my fingers through his hair. “So far, you’re doing awesome, James.” I pulled at his shirt, sending the message that I wanted it off. He slipped it over his head and I ran my hands over his broad shoulders, then stepped closer so his face was right against my belly. I was soaked already, from just a few touches.
“How about we take your pants off so we’re both even?” I reached for his belt buckle but he beat me to it, then stood up to pull down his pants.
I helped him push his jeans off his hips, my hands following their trail.
When they were off, I yanked his beard, bringing his face down to me so I could have his mouth. My tongue slid against his and his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling my hips against his. My hands were buried in his beard, threading my fingers through the soft hair, feeling his strong jaw.
I broke apart from his mouth and panted. “Touch me wherever you want, however you want. I’m so wet for you, James.”
He growled, his hands moving down to my ass, kneading it, pulling me even closer. His hand ran down my leg and hitched it up on his hip. I jumped up and circled both legs around him, then kissed him again.
James sat down on the bed with me wrapped around him. His lips moved down to my tits and he sucked each nipple, leaving them wet.
“I love when you do that. Run your tongue around each one. You can suck harder if you want.” He did what I asked, and I writhed against him. “That feels so good!”
He lavished my nipples with his tongue, licking and sucking until I trembled with need.
“James, I need you inside me. How do you want me?”
He pulled back from my breasts to look at my face. I kissed his lips and cheeks.
“On top,” he rasped.
“Okay, scoot back against the headboard.” I climbed off him and got a condom out of my bedside table. Standing next to the bed, I drank in the sight of James’ big, beautiful body. His chest and stomach were smattered with dark hair, but I could see the defined muscle underneath. His dick was long and thick on his belly. I grabbed it and ran my hand up and down twice.
“Frannie…” he warned, grabbing my wrist. “I want to be inside you.”
Smiling to myself, I rolled the condom down his shaft as he thrust into my hand and groaned.
I climbed back on top of him and rubbed my core against his erection. I was already on the edge and I knew the feeling of his cock inside me would send me flying.
I met his eyes. “We’re going to go slow, okay?”
Rising up on my knees, I positioned his head at my entrance. With an exhale I lowered myself on him, torturing both of us by going millimeter by millimeter. I rotated my hips as I sank down, watching his expression the whole way. It took work to get him all the way inside, but once he was there, once he was so deep he almost touche
d the end of me, he gave me the most incredible feeling of fullness I’d ever experienced.
James looked enraptured. His eyes were all over me, from my face to my breasts, back up to my face.
I bent forward and kissed him. His tongue met mine and as we kissed languidly, I started to move my hips. James put his hands to my ass, then slid up my sides and back again.
Leaning back, I gripped his legs, grinding my throbbing clit against his pelvis.
“Oh, that feels good,” I whimpered.
At first, I was the only one moving, but once he saw how much I was loving the feel of him, James started thrusting up into me slowly, gradually moving to match my quickening rhythm.
I reached between us and pressed two fingers against my swollen clit. James watched in fascination as I circled my fingers around until my whole body started quivering.
His eyes on me had me circling my fingers faster and I pushed my hips down on him harder.
I yelled out his name as my walls clenched around his hardness and my body shook. I arched back, knowing he’d catch me—and he did. With his strong arms, he supported my entire upper body as I lost myself, mewling and rocking desperately against him.
Still coming around him, I felt wild and uninhibited. I panted out, “Do whatever you want, James. Take me how you want me!”
He groaned and grabbed my hips. I was out of my mind with pleasure when he started thrusting into me in a punishing rhythm. I fucking loved it.
“I’m not going to last,” he rasped as I met his hips thrust for thrust.
I grasped his shoulders and swirled my hips. “It’s okay, it’s okay, you can come.”
His mouth was on my nipple as he growled. Somehow my inner muscles were still quaking around him.
James let out a deep shudder and threw his head back, yelling my name to the heavens. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, holding him as close to me as possible.
“Oh god, that was so good.” I sighed as he finally stilled. He was quiet as I held his head against my chest. His arms were around me, stroking my back, but he didn’t say a word.
Slowly, I raised up on my knees and slid off him. I noticed James was staring at the ceiling with a faraway look in his eyes. I sat back on his legs and tugged his beard. “James?”
His eyes met mine and a huge grin spread across his face. “That was how I wanted it to be with you.” Then he added, “Can we do it again?”
I laughed. “Give me a couple minutes and I’ll be ready. I love having you inside me.”
“What about…” he trailed off, his gaze tracing down my belly. He rubbed his hand against my pubic mound then used two fingers to trace along my sensitive outer labia.
“Oooooh,” I moaned.
James put his hand on my chest and gently pushed me back. I lay down on the bed, my legs spread wide. He leaned back to look at me. “Beautiful,” he said reverently.
He crawled over me so his whole body was hovering above mine. He slowly started licking his way down my torso. He started with my neck, then nibbled on my collarbone. He spent a lot of time moving back and forth between breasts. My toes flexed as he sucked each nipple into a sharp point. I held his head and ran my fingers through his thick hair.
James moved from my breasts down to my belly. He traced each hip bone with his tongue, then kissed and sucked my belly button.
“Unghhhhh,” I gurgled, my eyes rolling back in my head from the breathtaking pleasure.
I was teetering at the brink of the precipice again, and he had yet to even touch my pussy. My body tensed with anticipation as his mouth approached my inner thighs.
Then his tongue was on me, licking my center from bottom to top. He spread me apart with his fingers and sucked my folds into his mouth, one at a time. The mixed sensations of his beard scratching my thighs and his smooth tongue on my core had my stomach clenching. So good.
“James, that feels amazing,” I panted, my hands in his hair. “I want to feel your tongue inside me.” I threw my legs over his shoulders, giving him better access.
He kissed my inner thigh and turned his attention to my slick entrance. His tongue circled my opening, his hands on my ass, lifting my hips off the bed. I was panting like a puppy for him as he plunged his tongue inside me.
“Yes, just like that!” I groaned. He rumbled against me and the vibrations added another layer of pleasure.
My hips tried to move against his mouth, but he had a firm grip on me. Even though it frustrated me, I loved every second. He was taking control of my body, yet listening to what I wanted at the same time. It was incredibly sexy that he was willing to learn what make me tick, what made me scream.
“I’m so close, James. I need you on my clit.” I pulled the sides of his beard, until his tongue found my sensitive bud. He circled around it just the way he’d seen me touch myself.
“Yes, oh my god, I love that! Oh, I’m going to come, just keep doing that.” With my feet pushing on his back, I ground my pussy into his face. The sensation of his beard against my thighs and his tongue on my clit was too much. At the final moment James pushed a finger inside me and I clenched around him. My head thrashed, my hips bucked, and I cried out unintelligibly. His finger stayed inside me, and his tongue remained on my clit until I stopped trembling and gently pushed his head away.
He kissed my inner thigh one more time then laid my hips down on the bed. My legs flopped limply to the side. My entire body felt like it had been lit on fire and then liquefied.
“James…” I sighed. He lay down on his side next to me with his hand on my belly. I turned so I was on my side too, facing him as his hand slid to my hip.
Gently, I tugged his beard and brought his mouth to mine. We kissed leisurely. His mouth was warm and slick from my pussy, and I loved the taste of James and I combined.
Reaching between us, I gripped his hard shaft. Even though my body had been completely satiated only a moment ago, I wanted him inside me.
“Frannie…can I have you again?” James asked softly.
I rolled over onto my belly and reached into the drawer for another condom. I handed it to him over my shoulder and after a few seconds, his hard body pressed against my back.
“Lift my hips a little.” I spread my thighs as much as I could with his thick legs on the outside of mine.
He put his hand under my stomach and pushed up to get my hips to the right angle. I moaned into my pillow as I felt his head nudge my entrance. I pushed back, and because I was soaked, he slid inside me easily, right to the hilt.
James supported himself on his elbows, his body just above mine. He took long, slow strokes at first, leaving me squirming against him. He moved the hand on my stomach down to my clit, using a finger to press against it.
“Yes, oh yes!” I cried.
He took me languidly, as if he was in no hurry, as if he wanted to stay inside me all night. I could hardly move with his heavy body skimming against my back, so I had to let him set the pace.
“So fucking perfect,” he growled. James had been quiet during sex so far, so his words made me clench around him, my heart beating faster.
His movements began to speed up. I ground my hips against him, his finger drawing slow circles on my clit, driving me crazy.
“Ooooohhh, right there,” I cried, my voice wavering and high.
His hips began slapping against my ass in earnest. Over and over he drove into me. His rhythm was erratic, but I was so far gone I didn’t even try to keep up. I gave myself over to him and let him take me how he wanted.
Suddenly, when he hit just the right spot inside me and his fingers pushed on my clit with the exact pressure I needed, my head bowed back against his shoulder and my whole body stiffened as another powerful orgasm overcame me, massive waves of pleasure pulling me under until it was almost impossible to breathe.
James pounded into me a few more times and then grunted so deep and loud the walls shook. He pushed his cock inside me as far as it would go one more time, then he vibra
ted against me, his chest and stomach pressing into my back.
Finally, he rolled off me and flopped onto his back. My bones and muscles refused to move, so I stayed on my belly, turning my head toward him. His arm was over his sweaty forehead and his other hand rested on his chest as it rose and fell rapidly.
The sight of him made me giddy. We’d done it—we’d had really, really good sex. There were kinks to work out, sure, but I loved the way he took charge once I told him what I wanted. I knew he’d learn my body and soon he’d take me by instinct.
It was clear to me he’d had some practice between our first time and now, but I didn’t ask because it was none of my business. I was happy he’d been with other women, though; there’s too much pressure being someone’s one and only.
I placed my hand on his stomach and rubbed up and down over his abdominal muscles. He was rock-solid. It was obvious, looking at his body, that he worked out—and often. He was also just a huge man naturally, with long arms and torso, thick legs and shoulders that went on for miles. I thought I could explore his body for days and still not see it all.
“You’re nice,” I said.
With his arm still over his forehead, James chuckled. “I think you’re the nice one. You let me put my body in yours.”
I laughed. “Yeah, that’s kind of how sex works. And you have a particularly nice body, so it wasn’t exactly a sacrifice.”
He turned his head in my direction. “I never thought I’d be inside you again.”
“Six months ago, I didn’t either.” I smiled. “But maybe you never stopped being inside me. I swear some days it's like you live inside my brain.”
I scooted closer and slung my arm across his waist, propping myself up with my elbow.
His eyes skated down my body then back up to my face. “You’re so beautiful, Frannie. And you make me feel really good.”
I raised my eyebrows. “I could tell.”
He shook his head and smiled. “That’s not what I meant. Of course being with you, touching your body, is amazing. Amazing. But you, Francisca, you make me feel good. I can’t really explain it because I’m not so great with words. I just like how I feel when I’m with you.”
