Pulling away from our kiss, I looked down. My pupils dilated in fear and desire. “God… You’re huge.”
He smiled smugly and replied, “I promise to leave you very satisfied.”
Bending down over my belly, he swirled the tip of his tongue around my navel and then continued down to my labia. “You’re gorgeous, Estelle. So soft and pink.”
At the wish of my ex-husband, I’d undergone laser hair removal. The procedure had been painful, but I was glad I’d had it done, because I hadn’t needed to wax or shave down there for the last five years. One less grooming routine to worry about.
Nick placed his lips over my swollen clitoris, and I cried out loudly. As he pulled it gently, shivers radiated across my entire body. I was too aroused. I’d never felt so turned on before.
“Hush, babe. We’re not alone in the house.”
“Sorry,” I whispered, blushing in embarrassment.
“Don’t be sorry. When I take you to my house, you may scream to your heart’s content.” He winked at me and unexpectedly inserted two fingers inside me, which expertly found my most sensitive spot. I gripped the bedcover so tight that my knuckles whitened.
Nick moved his fingers in and out of me, simultaneously stroking my sex with his tongue. He sucked hard on my clitoris, and I surrendered. With ease, he took me to the peak of sensation, where ecstasy engulfed me, spun me like a twister, and flung me beyond the limits of the Earth.
When the contractions abated, I tried to calm my breathing. I heard him take off his jeans. I opened my eyes to enjoy the wonderful view of his naked body—long legs, narrow waist, and well-defined muscles that enticed my fingers to feel them. His body was like a Greek sculpture. I ran my hand along his chest muscles, across his belly, and then down to his hard-as-steel dick. I wrapped my hand around it and started to stroke and squeeze it.
Nick briefly shut his eyes and moaned. “Your hands are magical, babe, but right now, I’m dying to be inside you.” He pulled away from me to put on a condom. His deftness showed he’d probably done that thousands of times.
He grabbed his dick and pointed it at my sex, which tingled in anticipation. “You want my cock deep inside you, babe?”
God, why did I like it when he spoke to me like that? His words made me even more aroused. I was ready to give myself to him shamelessly, without a thought about the consequences. However, I must’ve had at least some sense left in me, because I replied, “Yes, but please be gentle.”
He had no way of knowing what pain and suffering my ex-husband had subjected me to. How hard it was for me to trust a man and how broken I felt.
He kissed me on the nose and murmured, “I won’t hurt you. You can trust me.”
Nicholas Frey couldn’t be more different from John Chan. He was attentive and caring, didn’t only think about his own satisfaction.
He started to fill me up slowly and passionately.
It was so nice.
Too nice.
He lifted my thigh to penetrate me deeper. His hot breath burned the sensitive skin on my neck. His tongue slid along my collarbone until it reached my shoulder. He gently bit it while continuing to thrust inside me. In and out, slowly at first, but then the speed of his movements gradually increased.
“Fuck. You’re so fucking tight, Estelle. I can tell I’m about to come harder than ever before,” he hissed through gritted teeth and then sucked on my earlobe. He began to thrust deeper and deeper inside me. I barely managed to contain my screams.
The sensation was fantastic.
Nick put his hands under my butt and changed the angle of entry. He bent his head toward my breasts and again placed his lips over my nipple, gently squeezing it between his teeth and caressing it with his tongue. I arched my back in response to the passionate touch of his lips and hands. Nick moved in and out of me, trying to fill me up completely.
“God, it feels soooo good,” I moaned.
I was in paradise, somewhere high in the sky, drifting through clouds of pleasure. I couldn’t think about anything else other than the sublime sensation of our bodies merging together.
“Take me all in, Estelle,” he said through tightly gritted teeth.
I opened my hips as wide as I could and felt him fill me up completely.
He penetrated me to the end and continued to move rhythmically inside me. My breath faded. The head of his cock started to rub against my sensitive G-spot. I pressed myself against him and hungrily sank my nails into his back muscles. Blood powerfully throbbed in my veins while he intensely moved in and out of me, touching every nerve ending of my already as-aroused-as-can-be vagina. Having noticed the onset of my orgasm, he rested on his elbow and began to stimulate my clitoris.
Waves of ecstasy poured over me, leaving me breathless, and I came long and hard. After a few more thrusts, he followed me to the sweet end.
Never in my wretched life had I felt so good.
Peaceful, relaxed, satisfied.
* * *
Sunbeams were sneaking through the bedroom window, gently caressing my face. Sleepily, I rubbed my eyes.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” a quiet, slightly hoarse, male voice said behind me, bringing me back to reality. I turned on my back. Nick was propping his head on his hand, his eyes soft and sensual.
“Have you been watching me for a long time?”
Mr. Perfection considered my question and replied, “Around fifteen minutes.”
His fingers slid along the curve between my shoulder and neck and then up behind my ear, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
“How did you get this scar?” The soft part of his index finger stroked my old wound.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
What was I supposed to say? My ex-husband beat the shit out of me and I had to get stitches in the hospital? That I often wondered, given everything I’d gone through, how I’d gotten away with just one scar, which I was fortunate enough to be able to hide with my hair?
I couldn’t talk about that. It had to stay in the past. It had to be forgotten.
Forever!
He leaned in and kissed my scar. He was so gentle and attentive to me, making my heart beat faster. His kisses continued on a path down my neck.
“I won’t lie to you, Estelle. I want to know everything about you, every last fucking detail, but I won’t pressure you. The time will come when you’ll reveal your secrets to me.” Nick gazed at me as if he was just about to press his lips against mine. His oh-so-hot breath sent shivers of desire through my body, warming every fiber of my being.
“Fine then. If you don’t want to talk, I’ll make you scream.” A faint smile brightened his face. “In pleasure. I’m sure your small pink pussy is dying to meet my insatiable dick again.”
God, his dirty talk made me even wetter, and I didn’t think that was possible. I was damp with arousal just from hearing his deep, masculine voice. And knowing what wonders his lips, skillful hands, and well-endowed manhood were capable of… I wanted to surrender myself to him again, to enjoy this wonderful man without thinking about the future.
He sucked the skin on my neck, and I moaned loudly. “You respond so easily to my caresses, baby.” His hand slid up the inside of my thigh and seconds later was between my legs.
“And you’re always ready for me.” His finger sank inside me, and I closed my eyes, sliding my hands across his well-defined six-pack.
The finger came out of me. The wide head of his cock rubbed itself against my clitoris, wetting me with its pre-cum. Then he slid inside me with ease. We moaned in unison, our breathing quickened and our blood boiled.
My only wish was to remain in heaven with Mr. Hot—forever.
5
Nick
Warm jets of water washed over my body as I thought about little Miss Temptation. Who could’ve expected that this tender creature would be so passionate? Sex with her was the best I’d experienced in my life. And I’d been with thousands of women of all kinds. But none could compare t
o Estelle. I could almost still sense her sweet scent, hear her sensual moans, and see her puffy-from-kissing lips. It hadn’t even been half an hour since I’d fucked her and yet I wanted to lose myself again in her small, tight pussy. I had to stop thinking about her, because otherwise I risked turning up in front of my father and sister with a hard-on. But that was really difficult, because I couldn’t get sweet Estelle out of my head.
This morning we did it bareback and it was divine. The feel of our bodies rubbing against each other was sublime. Fortunately, we lived in a time when venereal diseases no longer existed and AIDS had been eradicated. There were now drugs and vaccines for many of the diseases that had caused people great suffering or even death only thirty years ago. We lived in much better times. Nevertheless, I’d never dared to have sex without a condom, because I had no intention of becoming a father any time soon.
I felt a stab in my heart when Estelle told me she couldn’t have children. Seeing her tearful eyes, it was like an arrow had pierced me. I couldn’t stand seeing her sad, even though I usually wasn’t moved by women’s tears and histrionics. Many women had wept in front of me in their wish to keep me as a lover, but I’d never given a damn about them. But now I felt an unfamiliar tightness in my chest. Estelle deserved to be happy.
I finished my shower and put on clean clothes in just fifteen minutes and then made my way down the corridor to the living room. Hearing the voices of the girls who’d each managed to capture a piece of my heart—my small, chatty sister and the sweet, passionate Miss Klide—I slowed down to a stop and listened to their conversation. They were sat on the soft sofas on the verandah, enjoying the sunny day.
Unlike New York, March weather in south Switzerland was quite mild. The scent of flowers drifted over from my mother’s garden. The magnolias were in bloom, spring birds sang from tree branches, and boats sailed across the lake. The temperature was a toasty 65 degrees. The warm weather was having a relaxing effect on me and made me think about sex. Not just with anyone, but with sweet Miss Klide.
“How serious is your relationship with your boyfriend?” Estelle asked. She had a very soft and pleasant voice, which generated tingles my stomach.
“You mean, have we kissed and have we already had sex?” April’s reply made me freeze on the spot. Unconsciously, I clenched my fists so hard that if her so-called boyfriend were to appear in front of me right now, he’d get the beating of his life—well, if he’d actually taken her virginity.
“Look, at school they must’ve told you about protection—” Estelle started to explain, but couldn’t finish her sentence because my sister giggled and interrupted her.
“No, no. We haven’t even kissed yet. But I so want to know what it’s like. My heart will probably explode in excitement the moment he touches my lips.”
It was now Estelle’s turn to laugh. “That’s a highly unlikely scenario, but even so, it’d be better if you waited for a few years. You don’t need to rush into things.”
I leaned against the wall and continued to eavesdrop on them.
“When did you have your first kiss?” This kind of question was to be expected from April. She’d always been very inquisitive. Unlike other times, her curiosity didn’t annoy me – on the contrary, I liked the direction their conversation had taken. It was a chance to learn more about the mysterious woman who wouldn’t leave my thoughts.
“I was eighteen then. The first man I kissed later became my husband. But we split up two years ago.” Estelle’s voice was quiet, as if she were afraid that someone might overhear them. Was she ashamed of that? Why did I get the feeling that her marriage had been a horrible experience?
“Is Nick a better kisser than the others?” My little sister’s questions could go on forever.
A long silence fell, which irked me. Was it so hard for Estelle to answer this question?
“To be honest, I don’t have much of a basis for comparison. I haven’t been on a date with a man for two years. When my parents were still alive, I led a very confined life. They didn’t let me go out to clubs, let alone make out with boys.”
I didn’t like her answer one bit. Wasn’t she satisfied with my kisses? And I thought I’d done a great job.
“Come on, just tell me. I won’t tell anyone.” April’s bubbly, still-childish voice reverberated throughout the room.
“Your brother’s amazing. He’s nice, attentive, and makes me go weak at the knees with just one kiss.”
Her words made me feel much better, but not for long, because my sweet, talkative sister blurted out, “I’m not surprised at all. Nick has a lot of experience. He’s gone out with thousands of women. If you go online, you’ll find thousands of pictures of him with…”
This conversation had to end right now!
Striding quickly, I burst into the living room and interrupted April. “Where’s Dad?”
She stopped talking about my exploits—thank God—and replied, “He went to buy croissants and baguettes for breakfast. Why do you look so nervous?”
Because you don’t know how to keep your trap shut, I would’ve said to her if we were alone. Didn’t she realize that her mentioning my countless relationships was not helping me at all? Obviously, she was too young to understand that the knowledge of my past would only distance Estelle from me. But after our amazing night and incredible morning together, I intended to keep Miss Klide only for myself.
I couldn’t let any other man set foot near what was already mine.
The front-door bell rang, and April went to see who it was. I walked over to sweet Miss Temptation and sat next to her on the sofa. Putting my arm around her, I pulled her to me. She laid her head on my shoulder. I leaned in and kissed her sinfully soft lips.
“How are you?” I whispered between kisses.
She smiled, opened her beautiful violet-blue eyes, and met my gaze. “Very well. Your sister’s great. We had a very nice chat.” Her warm breath pleasantly caressed my skin.
My thumb slowly traced the outline of her jaw. She put her small hand on my thigh, sending familiar tingles directly to my dick.
She was such a tease.
“You’re making me think about you all the time. While I was in the bathroom, I couldn’t get rid of my erection,” I quietly whispered in her ear and rubbed my cheek against hers.
“Is that so?” Her teeth gently sank into her lower lip, and all the blood rushed to my groin.
“I should invite Florian to come over while you’re still here so he can learn how to make out with me,” my sister’s voice rang out, making us turn around to face her.
“Who’s Florian? And weren’t you supposed to check who was at the door?” I asked her, and she rolled her eyes. Even though she’d inherited our father’s blond hair, her character was an exact copy of our mother’s.
“Florian’s my boyfriend. And I already checked—it was the postman,” she explained and, after a brief pause, added, “I don’t want to be on my own just because you two want to make out.”
April picked up a magazine from the nearby coffee table, and as she was sitting down next to Estelle, read out loud, “Ten tips on how to become even more beautiful. Oooh, this magazine’s amazing. I love it.”
I barely contained my smile. This sister of mine was going to be the death of me.
6
The week we spent in Switzerland was definitely the best time of my life. Estelle and I managed to get to know each other pretty well, and I got so used to being with her, it was like she’d always been by my side. It dawned on me that my life before her had been missing something important.
She gave me happiness, peace and, of course, amazing sex. My parents and sister also got completely used to being around Estelle and unsurprisingly grew quite fond of her. At the end, on the day of our departure, April started crying while my mother barely managed to hold back her tears.
One week that completely changed my life.
A week in which I realized I no longer wanted to lead the life of a playbo
y. I wanted to live quietly and enjoy each day with little Miss Klide.
I had no idea if I’d eventually get bored of her. But the feeling of not being able to get enough of her made me think that boredom would never enter the equation.
To my great regret, I had to go to Japan on business for a whole five days.
Five fucking days without seeing Estelle.
Five days since I’d last been inside her, kissed her, and held her in my arms.
Five days of constantly thinking about her.
Fuck.
I missed her.
I missed her so badly it hurt. I missed her like I hadn’t missed any other woman before her.
I had turned into a pussy.
What really depressed and worried me was that she hadn’t answered my phone calls. I must’ve rung her cell and house phone a hundred times, but they were both off. I rang her work number twice, but both times some Ashley Hoffman or other—probably her coworker—picked up instead. So, after I finished my morning meetings, I headed to the department where Miss Klide worked to talk with her.
We needed to clear things up between us. I couldn’t let someone else take her away from me, not after I’d marked her with my seed.
She was mine. Mine!
The glass door to the room where she worked was ajar. I peered through the crack, and the scene that played out in front of my eyes made me feel like I was being burned alive.
That little fucker, the one who’d dared to be chummy with her on the day we’d met, had pulled up his fucking chair next to Estelle. With his face close to hers, he was saying something while she couldn’t stop laughing.
If he’d dared to stick his pathetic dick in her, I’d break every last bone in his body.
“Miss Klide,” I said in a voice that was several degrees below freezing. “Will you please come into my office?” That was not a request, but an order.
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