“Me?” she squeaks as she shakes her head. “I’m not going to drive it. Plus, I have to pick my car up. You pick which one you want to drive.”
“Or you could leave your car there overnight and come back here with me. We could take a little cruise in the Lambo. What do you say?” I ask her and find myself crossing my fingers behind my back.
After a long moment, admiring the car, she nods. “I say, yes.” She looks at me then winks. “I think you could use some company, after what you’ve been through.”
With a laugh, I pick her up and carry her to the car. “Good! Tomorrow, I’ll drive this little beauty around to get used to her.”
“I’m so excited! Come on, Cyprian. Let’s see what she can do!”
I help her get into the driver’s seat and watch her eyes roam all over the car. “You like it?”
“Love is the only word one can use for something this special,” she says.
“I agree,” I say and close her door. And I’m not talking about the car, either.
After I get in and strap myself down, I put my hand over hers as she places it on the console between us. “You ready for this?”
She nods. “Are you?”
With a nod, I say, “More than ready. Let’s take off, baby.”
“I’m more than a bit uneasy about this,” she says as she looks at the intimidating dashboard.
“There’s nothing to be uneasy about. It’s just different. Take it easy, though. This thing has a lot of horses,” I caution her.
I hit the remote to open the garage door and she pulls out, slowly. “Oh my God, I can feel the raw power already!”
Now, I’m feeling nervous about her driving and have to look out the window and bite my lip, so I don’t say the wrong thing and fuck things all up again.
Down the long driveway we go and she’s doing well. “How’s it feel? Think you can handle it on the open road?”
She laughs and it kind of scares me. “Hold on and let’s see!” The gate opens and she eases out of it then turns onto the desolate road that goes into town. “Here we go!”
I grab my seat and hold on tight as she peels out. “Shit!” I scream as she flies down the straight stretch of road.
My heart is in my throat as we haul ass down the dark road. “Wow!” she shouts as she goes.
Looking at her, and watching her smile with excitement, I find myself smiling too. Even though I’m scared shitless. I am scared in more ways than just this one.
This might be the real deal. She just might be the girl for me. And I am so far from being the man she needs and deserves. I’m not sure how to do this.
My first try at improving myself has failed, miserably. I can’t rely on myself to make the right decisions about how to go about changing the man I am. And I have to change for her. I know I do.
But do I have it in me to become the man who is perfect for her…?
Chapter 3
CAMILLA
Vanilla ice cream drips down my arm as I hurry to the kitchen to wash it off. My drumstick ice cream cone, Cyprian bought for us just before I closed the register down, has sprung a leak as I’ve taken too long to eat it.
He’s sitting on the counter top, smiling at me as I make a run for it before I get ice cream drops on my clean floor. “You better hurry, speed demon!”
I laugh as he’s come up with a clever nickname for me. He claims I was driving his car excessively fast. I think I was driving it appropriately, as it is a monster of a machine.
Making it to the sink in time to stop the drip from making it to the floor, I pop the rest of the cone into my mouth and wash my sticky hand and arm off. Suddenly, I feel arms go around me and I’m turned to face Cyprian. My mouth is full of the cone and he smiles at me and kisses the tip of my nose.
Waiting for me to swallow, he kisses me with soft kisses until I am putty in the man’s hands. “Cami, I want you to know something.”
After a few more small kisses, I ask, “What would you like me to know?”
More kisses come then he says, “I’m not going to ask you to make love with me tonight.”
Running my hands up and down his bulging arms, I find myself a bit disappointed. “Cyprian, I can be what you need me to be for you.” I bite my lip and wait to see what he says about that.
A smile moves over his face, taking over his sultry expression. “Cami, we can take this slow.”
I nod but think we have been taking it slow. It’s been over a month since we met and have hung out together a few times now. Both of us realize we missed one another. And now that I’m putting sex on the table, he’s taking it off?
What the hell?
But I stay quiet about it as he takes my mouth with a deep kiss that sends a wave of need all the way through me. I don’t usually make out this hard with someone if I’m not intending on going all the way with it. I think Cyprian is in store for a shock if he thinks he can stop at just making out.
With my arms wrapped around his neck, he pulls my legs up and I wrap them around him. He moves with me then sets me on the stainless-steel prep table and grinds himself against me. Suddenly, I think about what time it is and how the store’s alarm is about to set itself. “Cyprian, we have to get out of here!”
He growls and pulls me off the table and takes my hand. “Yes, we do!”
Grabbing my keys off the counter, I follow him out the door and lock it. We don’t even get to the car before I hear the three beeps that mean the store’s security system has been activated by the main office. “We barely stopped messing around in time. We’d have been locked in until six in the morning if we had stayed any longer.”
He opens the passenger door with a smile on his handsome face. “That would’ve sucked. Mind if I drive, speedy?”
I get in, laughing. “Nope, not at all. I’m dying to see if you can control yourself with this beast.”
“Control is my new middle name, baby.” He closes the door and goes around the car and gets inside.
“Control?” I ask him as he puts on his seatbelt.
“Yes, I will be exercising my control with you.” He takes my hand and kisses it as he looks at me. “I will become the respectable man you need.”
“I’ve told you not to change for me.” I frown at him.
Starting the car, he takes off, spinning the wheels and burning out of the parking lot. “Whoa! This is a powerful thing, isn’t it?”
He seems to be onto other things and our conversation about him needing to change for me is put in the past, quite quickly as he turns up the radio to just below a deafening level and heads toward town.
It’s a little past midnight, making me think his plan is to drive for a while before we go back to his place. And what will happen when we get back there, I wonder.
He’s said he’s going to be exercising his control with me. I’m a little worried he thinks we can make out like crazy and do nothing more than that. He must think that’s how I want it. Which is far from true.
I’ve had to fight myself to stay strong where he’s concerned. His touch turns me inside out. His kiss fills me with desire. I can’t make out with him and that’s it!
He takes a sharp left and we get onto the highway. With the flip of a switch, I see a radar screen light up and he looks at me with light in his eyes. “Hang on, baby! The highway is clear!”
“Shit!” I scream as I hang on and he accelerates.
Lights flash by so fast they’re like strobe lights. I find I’m still shrieking as he goes down the road. I close my mouth and my eyes but can still feel the car’s energy as it hauls butt down the empty highway.
Finally, he slows down and we’re both panting as he turns the radio down. “What a rush, huh?”
I can only nod as my stomach is in my throat. He takes the next exit and we head back toward home, going a moderate ninety miles an hour. Finally, I manage to swallow enough times, my tummy goes back to where it belongs. “That was amazing!”
“You look like you were
about to pass out,” he says with a chuckle “Did I scare you?”
“Hell, yes you did! But I found trust in you, eventually.” I laugh as exhilaration runs through me.
“I’m glad you found trust in me, Cami.” He touches my hand with his fingertips. “I’m going to show you all night, just how much you can trust me.
I blink at him as I have a fear I know what he’s going to do to me. And I have no idea if I can take that kind of pressure. “What are you going to do, Cyprian?” I ask to make sure I’m right.
“You’ll see. I am going to learn more about self-control. You are an expert at it. You can help me.” He gives me a smile.
I feel a bit sick as I know he thinks I’m some kind of expert at keeping myself somewhat chaste. But I had made a decision to give him what he needed if he ever gave me another chance.
Now, he’s sitting here, telling me he wants me to show him how to keep things from going too far. “How far do you want to go?” I ask him as I have no clue.
“You tell me,” he says as he pulls up to his gate. “You are the expert at knowing the point not to go past, after all.”
I am not!
I have no idea how far we can go before I need it all. And I have an idea he wants to test his limits tonight. That means mine will be tested as well. I’m not sure I can handle it!
As he pulls back into the garage, I have to ask, “Cyprian, do you feel ready to make the commitment of seeing only each other, yet?”
He looks at me for what I deem, too long, before he says, “Cami, I want to be the man you deserve before I go that far. I want to be sure I can be the best man I can be before I ask you not to see anyone else.”
“Does that mean, you and I can go out with other people, if we want to?” I ask as I’m unsure what the man wants.
He sighs and gets out of the car and comes around to help me out. His arm goes around me as he helps me up and his forehead rests on mine. “If you feel you want to go out with someone else, you are still free to do that. But I can tell you right now, I will try to monopolize your time.”
“And what about you?” I ask him as he’s making me feel uneasy about things.
“I have no want for anyone else right now. But that door is open to me as well. I don’t want either of us to have to go through a break-up if we don’t think we can be what the other needs. Do you agree with that?”
“I suppose that’s how everyone who dates, without a commitment, does things. So, I agree to those terms.” I’m not sure how I feel about things but at least we’re going forward, somewhat.
“Good,” he says as he puts his arm around my waist and takes me inside. “Tonight, we get to know one another on a different level. We know all about each other’s pasts and families. Now, we can get to know what kinds of things we like to do. And you can teach me how to control myself where sex is concerned.”
With a sigh, I go with him to explore unknown territory and find I’m more nervous than if he was taking me straight to his bed.
How am I going to handle this…?
Chapter 4
CYPRIAN
The ambiance is perfect as we sit on a leather sofa in front of a picture window that overlooks the back of the estate. A full moon fills the upper left corner of the huge window and stars dot the sky.
Cami and I sit right next to one another, our legs touching as I have my arm around her shoulders. “I have no idea how to be gentlemanly about this, Cami. You have to teach me what’s expected.”
She shifts a bit to look at me. “With the other women, the escorts, how did that work? Did you pick them or did they pick you?”
“They most often picked me. There were very few times when I found one I had to have. But there were a few times.” I play with one of her curls that she’s let down out of the bun she had them trapped in.
I gave her a T-shirt and a pair of my pajama bottoms, instead of having her too close to naked with only the T-shirt on. I changed into a pair, too. We both have the same amount of clothing on and have had no alcohol to lessen our inhibitions. I’ll need my wits about me to learn how to do this only to a certain point.
“Did you have to entice those women to come to your bed?” she asks.
I smile at her naivety. “That’s not how escorts work. I merely pointed and wiggled my finger and that was all I ever had to do.”
“I see. And just how did that all go? Did you have foreplay?” She searches my eyes and I find myself wondering if she really should know this. “I need to know how your experiences were, so I can gauge where your weaknesses are.”
“Well then, you should know there would be one, two, or three women each time. Foreplay was going on even while we were still in the ballroom at the party. Once we took it up to my bedroom, we pretty much got down to business.”
I watch her expression go scientific as she nods. “How many orgasms would you typically have in one session?”
“It varied. Anywhere from five to ten. And most of the time, we’d sleep until morning and have another session, where I climaxed another three to five times.” I tell her and she seems to be taking it all very clinically, which is better than I expected. But then again, I never expected her to ask me for such details.
“And you did this on Friday and Saturday nights?” she asks as she seems to be tallying things up in her head.
“Yes. In total, there would be up to ten times on Friday night. Add five more for Saturday morning. Add ten more for Saturday night. Another ten for Sundays.”
“Ten on Sundays too?” she asks, looking puzzled.
“Yes, around five in the morning. Then we’d go to the track and those times were usually one by one as the women would hit me up, one at a time and we’d have quickies in the bathrooms. Or other secluded areas.” I say and see her frown a little.
“So, you like to have sex in semi-secluded places,” she says as she’s weighing the information I gave her.
“I didn’t say I liked it or preferred it. It’s just how I was introduced to it all. I want to find my own way to enjoy it now. I want to do things with you and find our own way.” I run my hand over her shoulder and trace her red lips as I look into her sapphire eyes. “I want to be a different man for you, Camilla.”
She nods. “I can see, no matter how many times I tell you not to change for me, you will never listen, will you?”
“I want to change for myself too. And I don’t have to have that many climaxes every weekend. That was mostly because there were so many different women who were around. Plus, I never had sex on weeknights or Sunday nights. If you and I do decide to become exclusive, then I could have sex on those nights too. It’s not that I have to have that much sex. I just have had that much. Do you understand?”
She nods and looks at me in a different way. “Will it offend you if I treat this somewhat like a science experiment? I’ll still have real feelings, don’t get me wrong. But I’d like to see if a man who’s lived this way, doing the same thing, sexually for twenty years, can really make this big of an adjustment.”
“It doesn’t hurt my feelings at all. Go right ahead. I’m more than interested, myself,” I tell her as I run my hand through her satin-like dark curls.
“You will need to be completely truthful with me,” she says as she plays with my bicep. “You will need to let me know if you begin to feel it necessary to climax while we’re still in the phase of teaching you self-control. And if we move on to a committed relationship, you will need to let me know if you are happy and comfortable with the amount of sex and type you’re getting. It’s vital I know that and you be truthful. Don’t worry about hurting my feelings.”
“Okay,” I say and move my lips over her cheek until they come to her ear. “Can we begin?”
“We can,” she says as her hands move over my back and I move around in front of her and hold the back of her neck as I move my mouth back to hers.
Our lips press together, using no tongue, I kiss her with little pecks, alternated with l
ong kisses. Her lips part after a while and I venture in. Our tongues intertwine and we explore one another’s mouth, learning how it feels to be aware of the kiss.
It’s not as hard as I thought it’d be to keep my cock from running off with me. I’m not allowing my mind go into the dark, I’m staying focused on the kiss and that’s it. When our mouths part, she asks, “Are you okay?”
I nod and move my hand to her breast. “Second base?”
She nods and pulls me back to kiss her again while I massage her breast. It becomes a little harder to control myself but I think about Cami and how much I respect her and how I need to treat her respectably too.
Her body is soft and supple as I run my hand under the T-shirt and cup her naked breast in my hand. I’m doing fine with this, so I push it further. Pushing her to lie back on the sofa, I kiss my way to her breast and take it in my mouth while I play with the other one.
Her hands run through my hair and she moans a little. Her moan has me smiling as I can see she is into it and even that still has me controlling myself with her.
It would be at this point that my dick would already be rock hard and aching for relief. But so far I’m comfortable. It occurs to me that Cami may not have had sex in a long time and this may be more difficult for her.
Pulling my mouth off her delicious tit, I look at her and find her biting her lip. “Cami, how long has it been since your last orgasm?”
She looks up at the ceiling. “It’s been a long time.”
“I’m doing fine with this. And I’d like to really test myself with you. Could I give you an orgasm, no penetration, of course?”
She eyeballs me for a moment then sighs. “That wouldn’t be fair to you.”
Then I get a bright idea as I recall a kid back in high school who was so proud to tell everyone who’d listen how he and this one girl dry humped until they came.
“Have you ever dry humped?” I ask her as I gauge her reaction. “I never have. I think it might be a way we could release tension while not exactly having sex. What do say to that?”
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