A Night to Forget

by Jessica Wood

  “Thank you for saving me tonight,” I finally said.

  “I’m just glad I got there in time. I’m not sure if I could have forgave myself if anything happened to you.”

  I leaned up and kissed him. His lips were soft and sweet. I put my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. I felt his tongue part my lips and I gladly accepted him. Our lips and tongue moved in unison as our movements became more urgent and desperate. I felt a growing need pulse through me as I leaned back against the bed and pulled Brandon on top of me. My hands moved frantically down his back as I pulled his shirt off of him. Wow, he’s more gorgeous than in my dreams.

  “Emma, you’re beautiful.” I saw the desire in his eyes, causing the need to grow between my thighs.

  “Brandon,” I began, “You make me so happy.”

  “I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy,” he said.

  “Make love to me, Brandon. I want you to be my first.” My voice was almost pleading.

  “God Emma, you have no idea how much I want to rip off your clothes and make love to you right now.”

  “Then, make love to me. I’ve waited so long for you.” I pulled him closer to me as I arched hips and felt the hardness that grew inside his pants.

  “Emma,” he said slowly, “I want our first time—your first time—to be special. That’s what you deserve, and that’s what I want for you.”

  “But tonight is special,” I reasoned. “I don’t want to wait anymore.”

  “Please. I want it to be perfect. Can you wait until we’re back in SF?” His voice was pleading.

  “When?”

  “How about this Friday after work at my place? Tell me I’m worth the wait,” he teased.

  I giggled. “I’d wait forever for you. I think I can hold out until Friday.”

  “Deal. And Ms. Anderson, on Friday, I’ll let you have your way with me, and I’ll make sure it’s better than your dreams,” he said with a wink.

  Chapter 16

  The next morning, Brandon had pushed our flight back to SF to the following day. He then took me to the police station mid-morning so that I could give my statement about what happened the previous night with Mike. That day was a blur to me and I was grateful that Brandon was there to support me through it. After the police took my statement, Mike was charged with assault and attempted rape.

  When we returned back to San Francisco Wednesday morning, the incident with Mike seemed like a distant memory as happier thoughts took its place in my mind: Brandon and I were officially dating. While I had called the girls Tuesday night and told them everything, and Brandon had informed Human Resources at F&M. So by Wednesday morning, everyone in the office seemed to know that Brandon and I were a couple. Sarah was ecstatic for me, but for some reason, Josh said very little to me.

  Between Wednesday and Friday, Brandon and I flirted with one another from afar with our eyes, but we didn’t have any opportunity to be alone with one another. It also didn’t help that I was relocated to another workstation away from Brandon. Due to our personal involvement, Brandon could no longer be my group leader. So effective immediately, I was reassigned to Group A, and was relocated to a workstation close to my new group leader Josephine Kim. Brandon and I also spent an hour in Human Resources signing documents for the legal department to formally notify the company of our relationship. Our relationship. Just the thought of that word and Brandon in the same sentence made me giddy with anticipation for Friday night.

  When Friday finally arrived, Brandon had asked me to come over around 8 p.m. At 7:55 p.m., I found myself in the elevator of Brandon’s building as I waited for it to take me up to his condo on the penthouse floor. I was filled with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. When the elevator door opened to Brandon’s floor, my heart was pounding against my chest as I inhaled deeply.

  Brandon opened the door and when our eyes met, all my nervousness melted away. “Hey beautiful,” he said in a sultry voice.

  “Hi,” I said breathlessly.

  “You’re just in time,” he said as he held out his hand.

  “For what?” I asked. I took his hands and felt the electricity pulse between us.

  “You’ll see.” He gave me a teasing smile.

  He guided me through the hallway, past the living room, and towards the terrace. When I saw the terrace, I gasped. A white canopy bed sat in the middle of the large terrace and every inch of the large terrace around the bed was lit up with tea-light candles. The candles flickered like a sea of stars against the marble floor of the terrace. In the distance, the waves crashed rhythmically against the rocks. I was instantly reminded of my memories of my first dream of Brandon and our night in Cancun. I was speechless and looked at him in awe. His eyes were warm and seductive, and I felt our need for each other pulse between us.

  “I wanted to recreate the dreams you had told me about and make them into a reality,” he said, his voice was deep and full of emotion as he guided me towards the bed. “I wanted it to be perfect for you. For us.”

  Forcing my gaze away from him, I looked again at the sunset over the horizon, the canopy bed, and sea of candles. “This is beyond perfect, Brandon. This is far better than any of my dreams. I can’t believe you did this for me.”

  “For us, Emma. I want our first time to be perfect.”

  I turned towards him, and we were transfixed on one another the instant our eyes locked. His full lips curved into a breathtaking smile, and those deep-set dimples made me dizzy with anticipation. He was beyond handsome tonight. The setting sun touched his face and soften his chiseled features. The light breeze blew through his dark brown locks.

  He pulled me closer to him as we got to the canopy bed. His embrace was warm and comforting, and his intoxicating natural scent made my knees weak.

  “And since you seem to love champagne in your dreams and when you’re drunk, this is only fitting” he teased as he popped open a bottle of Dom Pérignon and poured it into two crystal flutes. He handed me a glass and raised his towards me. “I may be the man of your dreams,” he began with wink, “but I want to be the man of your reality. Since I’ve met you, I have not been able to take my mind off of you because when I think of you, I am utterly happy. And I want to spend the rest of my life making you as happy as you’ve made me. So to us. To the beginning of our lives together.” Our glasses touched with a light ping and we drank as our eyes remained lock to one another.

  “Brandon, I cannot remember the last time I’ve been this happy. I don’t know what I did to deserve someone like you.”

  “Emma, you’re amazing,” he said with a light chuckle. He put down our champagne flutes and pulled me closer to him. “And the funny thing is, you don’t seem to know how incredibly amazing you are. You’re genuine and kind, and you always make me laugh. I feel like a different and better man when I’m with you—I feel complete.” He leaned down and gently kissed me on the lips. “For the longest time I’ve felt empty and incomplete and I didn’t know why I felt that way. But when I met you and then got to know you, I realized that you’re the missing piece to my puzzle. You are what makes me whole, and I can’t imagine a life without you.”

  I melted at his words and a tear rolled down my cheeks.

  “What’s wrong?” Brandon said with concern as he wiped the tear from my face.

  “Absolutely nothing,” I whispered. “I’m just so happy to hear you say those things, because,” I looked into his eyes, “that’s exactly how I feel. You make me feel safe and complete, and I can’t imagine a life without you.”

  I put my arms around him and pulled his face down closer to mine. “Brandon, I want you to be my first and my last.”

  He kissed me softly. His lips gently teased me, as his tongue licked my upper lip and then my lower. I let out a whimper and his kisses became deeper and rougher. His full lips were soft and delicious as they enveloped mine. I eagerly kissed him back and I could sense his desperate wanting as his lips and tongue explored me more deep
ly.

  He gently pulled away as he playfully planted kisses down my neck and across my shoulders, leaving my skin tingling with anticipation. He then removed the spaghetti straps of my sundress dress off my shoulders and the dress slid down my body and landed on the floor. I heard his sharp intake of breathe as he looked at me for the first time.

  “You’re beautiful,” he murmured in my ear, his warm breathe sent a shiver down my spine.

  We locked eyes again, and suddenly, our lips met again, and this time, with more urgency and need. He sat down on the bed and pulled me towards him and I straddled him. Our bodies were intertwined into each other as our lips continued to discover one another’s without missing a beat. I slowly unbuttoned and removed his shirt, and inhaled sharply as I took him all in—his smooth sun-kissed muscular chest, his defined abs, and his lower ab muscles that led to his erection. I shifted my body on top of him and felt a growing need in the pit of my stomach as I felt the push of his erection through his pant and through my panties.

  I felt his hands moving all over my body—rough, strong, and desperate—down my back and down my panties, where he grabbed my butt cheeks and pulled me up against him. I gasped as I felt his hardness pushed up against me.

  His lips left mine as they explored the nape of my neck and my ears. He unhooked and removed my bra and he laid my back on the bed as he got on top of me. His mouth instantly found my breasts and his tongue worked in unison with his lips. His mouth was soft at first, but with growing roughness and urgency and I heard a primal groan escape him. The urgency in his movements caused my body to grow hot with need and I gasped with pleasure as my body naturally responded to his touch—his soft, wet tongue, his rough hands—sent electric, hot shockwaves through my body, causing a growing throb at the pit of my stomach.

  “Emma. You’re so hot,” he said, his voice ragged with lust. “Do you know how much I need you? Do you know how much you turn me on?” He grabbed my hand and guided me down onto his pants where his manhood was desperately pushing through.

  The instant my hands felt the hardness, I could not resist any longer. “I need you more and I need you now,” I moaned as I unzipped his pants. I inhaled sharply as my hand found him—long, smooth, and ready.

  His head jerked back uncontrollably as I ran my hands down the length of his erection. “Oh God, Emma, you feel unbelievable,” his voice coming out more and more strained and shaky. “I don’t think I can take it any longer,” he stammered out.

  He then moved up slightly and laid me down on my back. He quickly removed the rest of his clothes. I looked up at him and marveled at his gorgeous, muscular body. He was a vision of perfection. My eyes immediately locked on to his long, hard erection, and the need inside me was ready to explode in anticipation.

  I heard him unwrap a condom and saw him put it on his hardness and the anticipation grew inside me. Within seconds, his warm, strong body was crushed on top of mine. He licked my ears and his tongue caused waves of pleasure to crash through my body. As he moved slowly and rhythmically on top of me, I could feel his erection through my panties and a flush of warmth spread through me as every part of my body came alive. I felt him slowly remove my panties down my leg and off of me.

  “You’re so hot, Emma,” he said as he looked at my naked body. Then he got back on top of me and I waited for him to finally make love to me. But he did not enter me. Instead his lips continued to explore my body as it inched their way down in between my inner thighs.

  I gasped as waves of pleasure paralyzed me as his lips and tongue explored me.

  “Please,” I said in ragged breaths. “I can’t take it any longer. I want to come with you inside me.” I wanted him to stop so that he could be inside me, yet my hips desperately arching up towards his mouth and tongue, begging for them to continue.

  He finally stopped and moved back on top of me. “You taste amazing,” he murmured in my ear.

  “I need you inside me,” I moaned as I wrapped my legs around him and arched and moved up against his erection.

  “My God, Emma, you’re driving me crazy—if you don’t stop your hips now, I may come all over you, and not in you.” His voice was raw and ragged and his eyes were clouded with lust.

  “Then come inside me, Brandon. Make love to me,” I purred.

  Finally, I felt the tip of him push against my opening and I let out a deep moan of anticipation. He slowly inched himself in me and I gasped in pleasure and in pain. The sensation of him inside me sent electric current through me and was beyond anything I could have ever imagined—or ever dreamed. I rocked my hips in unison to his thrusts. He moved rhythmically inside me; slow at first, but faster and harder the deeper he went inside me.

  He let out a deep, primal groan of desire, “Ohmygod, Emma, you feel incredible. You’re so tight. I—I’m not sure I can last much longer.”

  I wanted to answer him, but I couldn’t. I moaned violently as my body pulsated with pleasure.

  After several long excruciating minutes of bliss I had never felt before, my body became paralyzed as spasms of pleasure rippled through me as I came and experienced ecstasy for the first time.

  Seconds later, I felt Brandon thrust inside me harder and saw his head jerk violently as he let out a loud groan of pleasure. Then I felt him spasm inside of me, causing another ripple of pleasure to greet me as we came together.

  After some time, he collapsed on top of me. I could smell the mixture of sweat and sex on him and felt his hot breath against my face.

  “You’re incredible, Emma,” he said as he feel into a deep sleep.

  “You are too, Brandon,” I whispered to him. And I knew at that moment that I was forever his—that somehow, we had been destined to meet, and after tonight, our lives would inextricably connected forever.

  ***

  My eyes fluttered opened as rays of sunlight broke through the window. For a second, I panicked. Was it another dream?

  I immediately felt my body relax as my consciousness registered Brandon’s arms around me and felt his body entangled around mine as he spooned me. My body felt slightly raw, but satisfied, and I smiled in pleasure as the memories of last night came back to me.

  I lightly shifted and my back felt the growing morning hardness against my body. I could not resist rubbing my body against his hardness, feeling it grow stiffer against me. He groaned deeply and I felt his embrace around me tighten.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” he murmured in my ear. I felt his lips and tongue exploring the nape of my neck, sending a wave of pleasure down my body. His hand grabbed my breast as his fingertips circled my nipple, and I gasped with pleasure.

  “Do you feel how hard I am for you already?”

  I nodded in response and moaned as I felt his hardness move in between my thighs.

  “Do you feel how wet I am for you?”

  I felt his hand move down in between my thighs and gasped as he inserted two of his rough fingers inside me. My body responded automatically as my hips rocked against his fingers, urging them to go deeper inside me.

  “God, you are so wet. I want to take you fast and hard.” His voice was uneven and I felt his erection move back and forth against my inner thigh.

  “Yes, take me now. I need you now,” I gasped as my hips rocked in unison to his body.

  I heard him grab a condom from the side table, and I waited in anticipation.

  He moved me to my back and our eyes locked. “You are so incredibly sexy,” he said as he plunged the entire length of his erection inside me. I cried in painful pleasure as I grabbed onto his back to pull him closer to me. He was slow at first, but quickly moved faster and went deeper with every gasp that escaped my lips. After several minutes of delirious ecstasy, I felt him spasm inside me, and waves of pleasure crashed through me as I came with him.

  We laid there with our bodies intertwined and connected. He looked at me, and I felt my body melt. “I’m falling in love with you, Emma,” he whispered.

  “I’m in love with
you, Brandon,” I said. “You are literally the man of my dreams.”

  He chuckled and he kissed me gently on the nose. “Let me go clean up real quick,” he said.

  I watched and admired Brandon’s naked body in all its glory as he got up from the bed and headed towards the bathroom. I still could not believe that we were together, after all that had happened, we were finally together and crazy about one another.

  The doorbell rang from the living room. “Hey babe, can you get the door? I think it’s the courier dropping off the mock-ups of the marketing presentation for next week.”

  “Sure,” I said. I put on a pair of Brandon’s boxers and button-up shirt, and headed towards the door. He called me babe! I thought as I hugged myself in utter delight as I pictured the wonderful life Brandon and I will have together.

  I opened the door and standing on the other side was a stunning brunette who appeared to be in her mid-20s.

  “Good morning, how can I help you?” I asked.

  “Who the fuck are you?” she said as she looked at me in disgust.

  Shocked by her words, I opened my mouth, but couldn’t speak.

  “Hello?” she asked. “Why are you wearing Brandon’s clothes?” she asked.

  “Who—who are you?” I finally stammered out.

  “I’m Brandon’s girlfriend! Who the fuck are you?”

  Her words sent a shockwave of pain through my body as I tried to comprehend the gravity of who she was.

  “Emma?” came Brandon’s voice from behind me.

  I turned around, and the stunned look on his face when he saw who was at the door answered the question I couldn’t seemed to ask out loud.

  It was true. Brandon—my Brandon—the man who haunted my dreams for months, the man who I serendipitously met in Cancun, the man who took my virginity and stolen my heart—had a girlfriend.

  Author’s Note