by Anna Wells
“I’ll help you any way I can,” he told her sincerely.
“That’s sweet, but I’ve got to figure out the money end of things first. I may need a lot of start-up capital and that might pose a bit of a problem.”
“It’s simple, just move in with me, and I’ll take care of everything while you use your money to invest in your new business.”
“Jordan, I just can’t move in with you!” She couldn’t believe he was asking her to move in as easily as he ordered dinner tonight.
“Why not?” he asked sounding perplexed.
“Because it’s a huge decision and we just started dating,” she said with forced patience. Clearly all this sex had made him go off the deep end. There was no other possible explanation.
He quickly disregarded her objection. “We didn’t just start dating. It’s different with us. We’ve known each other for a year. I’ve waited a long time to get here and I’m ready.”
Michaela shook her head feeling very tempted to plunge ahead, but afraid of making a mistake. “It’s too quick for me. I need some time before I can make a decision like that. I’m still trying to get my mind wrapped around our change in relationship.”
An impatient look crossed his face. “How many times do I have to make you come before your mind accepts that we’re lovers?”
She leaned back in her chair trying to place some distance between them. “Whoa, that’s really hot and irritating at the same time.”
He leaned close, not allowing her to create any space between them. He placed his hand gently on her cheek. “What’s wrong? Why is my wanting to move our relationship to where it should be frightening?”
“I think you’re trying to use sex to get me to do what you want,” she said wondering how he was going to defend himself against that remark.
Jordan ran his thumb across her bottom lip and smiled slightly. “Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I? I’m finding it super effective.”
She took a deep breath before asking, “So exactly what is it that you want?”
“How can I make this any clearer? You. I want you with me always.”
At that moment, the waiter entered the room and swept away their plates interrupting their conversation. He placed their next course in front of them. “Please enjoy your lobster and basil ravioli in a Chardonnay cream sauce. Two fresh wine glasses were placed in front of them. He began to pour wine in their glasses. “A lightly oaked California Chardonnay has been selected to complement your pasta this evening.” He paused slightly before asking, “Is there anything else you need?”
Jordan shook his head. “Thank you, no that will be all for now.” After the waiter had vacated the room Jordan redirected his attention to Michaela. “So I want you to consider moving in with me in the very near future.”
Michaela shook her head in dismay. This was one of those new sides to Jordan with which she wasn’t familiar. “You’re relentless when you want something, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” he said with no apology in his voice. “Get used to it.”
“Okay, I’ll try to get used to it, but I am not sure I like this side of you,” she remarked trying not to let his strong personality overwhelm her.
Deciding to retreat for the moment he said, “Let’s enjoy our meal Michaela, I promise for now I won’t push you further.” He speared the ravioli with his fork and began eating with enthusiasm. “This is superb. You should really try it before it gets cold.”
She took a bite of her ravioli and almost groaned in ecstasy. “Okay, so you’re right this is phenomenal! You, however, are making me nuts!”
He grinned. “Good, it’s always wise to keep your woman guessing. Seriously let’s enjoy our meal, I don’t want to spend our first date arguing. Not when it started off with so much promise.”
She blushed remembering what he had just done to her while sitting on the chair just minutes ago.
The rest of the dinner passed with pleasant conversation and one delicious course after another. “I don’t think I can eat anther bite, I’m so full,” Michaela remarked after she finished her last bite of lemon tart.” She gave a small sigh, feeling extremely happy to be here with him this way. “I’m going to have to exercise my buns off after this meal.”
The sensual look she was just getting used to, returned to his face. His voice was low and husky as he said. “I have a few ideas to help you with that.”
Her body’s response was immediate. She felt a tightening in her groin and she rubbed her thighs together in response, trying to ease the ache. How could a couple of words make her so hot so quickly? Especially since he’d just made her orgasm.
He must have noticed her response. “Oh Michaela, let’s go home.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the chair.
Startled, she laughed. “Ah Jordan don’t you have to wait for the bill?”
“Don’t worry,” he told her, “it will just go on my tab.” He was pulling her out of the private dining room and almost dragging her through the restaurant.
“Jordan, slow down,” she laughed. “I’m going to trip.
Sean the waiter appeared from nowhere. “Mr. Marsh was everything to your satisfaction.”
“Everything was excellent Sean,” Jordan assured him.
Sean smiled obviously pleased with Jordan’s response. “Should I put this on your tab as usual?”
“Yes, thank you Sean.”
“I will have the maitre’d retrieve your coats immediately.” Sean hurried off and the maitre’d arrived carrying their coats.
She could feel Jordan’s impatience to leave and she trembled as she thought about the evening ahead. Once they had their coats, they hurried to the car. The air was cold and crisp, but she barely noticed. She was becoming just as eager to get home as Jordan.
They arrived at her front door and as she rifled through her clutch for her key she said. “I had a really wonderful evening, thank you so much.”
“Are you going to invite me in?” he asked, playing along.
“I don’t know if I should, you might get the wrong idea,” she said pretending to be demure.
He leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Just one night cap I promise. That is, before I fuck you on the kitchen table.”
“Okay as long as you don’t think I am an easy lay,” she said as her heart started beating faster. It seemed really difficult to get the key in the lock.
He was standing behind her. He reached around her with both arms and took the key from her. “Let me help you with that.” He slid the key into the lock and turned. The door easily opened. “Come,” he said as he grabbed her hand and pulled her into house quickly closing and locking the door behind them. He continued to guide her down the hall to her kitchen. He took her purse from her and placed it on the counter. He began unzipping her dress while he slowly kissed and explored her mouth with his tongue. He pulled the dress off her shoulders peeling it down her body until it hit the floor. He pulled back slightly to look at her black lacy bra. Her dusky pink nipples were visible through the material. He reached forward and tweaked her nipples gently.
“Very beautiful,” he said in admiration. “Do they taste as sweet as they look?”
She groaned in response to his question. “I don’t know.”
He reached down and unhooked her bra. After tossing it to the ground he bent and took one nipple in his mouth sucking gently, teasing the nipple.
She groaned in pleasure and in need. “Harder, please,” she begged.
He pulled on the nipple harder and gave her a soft nip with his teeth and then pulled back to admire how beautifully it puckered for him. He then turned his attention to her other breast, treating her other nipple to the same teasing.
“I’m glad you like that because I like it too. Look at them. They’re erect and red now, waiting for my mouth. Squeeze your tits together for me, I want to suck on them some more,” he directed in a low tone.
She pressed her breasts together, offering them to him. He leaned dow
n sucking both nipples into his mouth at the same time. He sucked and pulled with his mouth making her groan as the sensations rolled through her body. She could feel his tongue swirling around both her nipples as he pulled and sucked them into his mouth.
“Oh God!” Ripples of excitement coursed through her body at he concentrated on her breasts. She had never had a man play with her this way and she responded by thrusting her chest closer wanting more. She heard his deep chuckle as he lifted his head and looked into her eyes.
“You are so responsive. Is it too much? Do you want me to stop?”
“No don’t stop. It feels too good,” she said and squeezed them tighter offering him whatever he wanted hoping he would take even more.
He flicked his thumbs back and forth over her nipples before he brought his head back to her breast. He pulled, tugged and bit with his teeth. The slight edge between pleasure and pain was driving her insane. She had never felt anything like it. His hands reached down grabbing her ass as he pulled her mound against his erection. He was still fully clothed as he rubbed his erection against her clit through her panties. She felt herself teetering toward the edge of an orgasm. She was going to climax if he kept doing that.
Abruptly he pulled back. “Not yet, I don’t want you coming yet.” He tugged her panties off leaving in her nothing but her stockings and shoes. “Spread your legs. I want to see you.”
She spread her legs while she placed her hands behind her on the table to support herself. Her legs were wide revealing her moist opening to him.
He moved his hand between her legs and spread her labia apart. “Beautiful. You’re totally creaming for me again.” He lowered his mouth and sucked hard on her clit. He raised his head. “Mmm you taste as good as I remember.” Lowering his mouth once again he speared her velvety channel with his tongue, pumping in and out. She thrust her hips shameless against his mouth seeking the release she craved. He paused pulling away from her as she whimpered.
“We need to get that pussy trimmed so I can get as close to you as possible. Are you up for that Michaela?”
Her whole body responded to his words causing her excitement grow at the thought of him running a razor across her pussy and then eating her after. The images running through her mind pulled another groan from her.
“I’m going to fuck you on the table Michaela and then we’ll go take a shower and I’m going to shave that beautiful cunt bald.”
“Did you just say cunt?” she asked a little stunned at his use of that word.
He paused, searching her face. “Did I offend you?” he asked.
“Strangely, no, it kind of turns me on, but I feel like I should be,” she explained.
He bent toward her giving her a gentle kiss. “If you feel turned on, just go with it and don’t worry about what you think you should feel. What happens between us only concerns us.” He waited for her response and he was satisfied when she nodded.
He opened his fly while pulling a condom from his pocket. His erection was huge as he quickly covered it with the condom. He was still fully dressed and somehow Michaela found it made their encounter on the table even more elicit.
“Off the table, turn around and bend over.”
She could feel her body clenching at his instructions and more moisture building between her thighs while her clit throbbed in anticipation. He was going to fuck her on the table like he had promised since this morning.
She quickly followed his directions and found herself facing away from him bracing herself slightly with her hands. She felt him move up behind her and grab her legs and then he lifted them off the ground while he thrust inside of her in one deep stroke.
“Oh My God Jordan that feels so good.” She felt as if he had completely possessed her in one swift stroke.
“That’s because my cock belongs there.” He began taking long deep strokes as he reached around and fingered her clit.
She thrust back as he gripped her thighs meeting him thrust for thrust, wanting him hard and deep.
“What do you want Michaela? Tell me what you want.”
“Just keep fucking me!”
He stopped moving, demanding. “Okay, tell me that you’re mine.”
She looked over her shoulder at him and felt lost as she absorbed the consuming passion in his eyes. “I’m yours,” she said and knew it was true that she couldn’t deny it any longer.
He returned to his fast thrusting pace giving her what she wanted. She loved meeting his hard strokes and the feel of his body slapping against her ass. He began slowing his pace in an effort to make their lovemaking last longer.
She tried to increase the pace but his hands slid to her hips gripping her tightly forcing her to slow her movements. Michaela protested. “I need it faster. I’m so close,” she begged.
“I know you’re close, but I want this to last longer for you.” He continued his deep methodical strokes, but he could tell she was going reach her peak soon.
His hands let her legs drop to the floor and he pulled her up against him. He grabbed both of her breasts, massaging them, while he continued to stroke his cock into her. He suddenly reached for one of her nipples and pinched hard. She screamed as her clit began throbbing and the unexpected orgasm washed over her. He didn’t hold back and his orgasm quickly followed and he released a guttural cry.
They both were panting for several minutes trying to catch their breath. He pulled himself slowly out of her, careful not to lose the condom. He then stepped back and pulled off her shoes and rolled off her stockings. He then picked her up and carried her upstairs to the bathroom. Placing her on the toilet seat he quickly disposed of his condom, cleaned himself up, and stripped his clothes off.
“Are we taking a shower?” she asked.
He smiled down at her. “I told you that we were going to shave you clean.”
“You’re going to do that now?”
“Did you think I was kidding?” he asked in a mild tone.
“Well no, I just didn’t think you were going to do it right away.”
“I think I was pretty clear that I intended to do it right away.”
“Do you have any scissors?” he asked.
Feeling slightly dazed after their erotic encounter she managed to answer, “Yes, second drawer on the right.”
He foraged in the drawer and pulled out the scissors and a small comb. He knelt between her legs and spread them apart. He pulled the comb through her pubic hair and then he began trimming the hair around her mound and vagina. Leaning forward he blew on the sensitive swollen skin to brush some of the clipped hair away. Michaela felt her body quiver at his gentle blowing across her skin. He kept trimming away until the hair was quite short and then he leaned back and surveyed his work with satisfaction.
“Okay,” he said, “I think we’re ready to get in the shower.”
She gave him a bemused look. “Do you do this often?”
“Nope, never before,” he said with a pleased grin.
He left her to turn on her shower. She had a large tiled shower with a built in seat. He turned to her and held out his hand. “Come on.”
She went to him and they entered the shower together. The warm water streamed down their bodies.
He gave her a gentle kiss before saying, “Have a seat while I shave you.”
She sat down without questioning him. He looked around the shower and found her razor and body wash. He poured some body wash into his hand and once again knelt between her legs.
“Spread your legs for me.”
After she complied he began rubbing the body wash over her sensitive mound and down over her outer labia. She moaned as she felt the heat spread through her body at his gentle massage between her legs.
He held up the razor. “Don’t move, I don’t want to cut you.” He began stoking the razor over her skin.
Michaela watched as he methodically worked at removing all her hair. It was difficult not to move as the gentle scraping was causing tingling sensations to build onc
e more in her sensitive nub.
When he finished he looked up at her and gave her a big grin. “Look, it’s so smooth and pink. Your beautiful cunt is just waiting for me to love it.”
Her body clenched at his words. She watched him as he lowered his head and began to nibble at her clit. With no hair to inhibit his touch the sensation was more intense than it had been before. He had been right, this was so much better! She thrust her hips forward pressing shamelessly into his mouth.
His mouth left her sensitive nub and he ran his tongue down one side of her labia and then up the other side. She grabbed his hair and pulled his head closer. She heard him chuckle.
“Michaela, you like my tongue on your bald pussy don’t you? It feels better doesn’t it?”
“Yes, it feels incredible!”
“Good, I want my girl to be happy.” He moved his head back between her legs licking up the cream pouring from her over stimulated body. He continued to nibble at her clit and then thrust his tongue inside her. Her back fell against the shower wall seeking support as waves of pleasure began to move through her body.
He felt her vagina begin to clench and throb around his mouth and he continued to suck on her as he listened to her moan in ecstasy. When her spasms subsided he stood up and placed his erection at the level of her mouth.
She opened her eyes and leaned forward taking the bulbous head into her mouth. She licked around the head and sucked hard. She placed one hand on his shaft and stroked him while she continued to suck. With her other hand she reached for his balls and gently massaged them.
He pushed hard into her willing mouth. “God Michaela, I’m not going to last long. I’m too turned on.” He had become so aroused while eating her he wasn’t able to hold back. He placed his hands on either side of her cheeks guiding his hard length further down her throat. She moaned and took him deeper. He felt his balls tightening as he came in her mouth. He opened his eyes as he watched her swallow his load, which further enhanced the depth of his orgasm as it ripped through his body. He heard himself let out a loud moan. He pressed his hands against the shower wall trying to catch his breath.
