by Bella Grant
An ‘oh’ of amazement escaped my lips as he maneuvered his talented tongue and lips around my clit, and I felt like my knees would weaken as he sucked harder on my clit, which pulsated as the nerves sang the song of my pleasure. My voice joined them, a low moan at first and growing with the orgasm building in my loins until I cried out in a high C, my juices soaking his mouth and chin and actually dripping on the floor.
He rose and lifted me in a groom’s hold, carrying me towards the bedroom. I kissed him, licking my wetness off his lips and relishing in the dirtiness, the absolute tastiness of myself on him. Gently, he laid me on the bed and reached for his pants. He unbuttoned them, and with half-closed eyes, I watched as he stripped for me.
Though he stripped without music, I had never seen anything sexier. After unbuttoning them, he shimmied out of them, bending so his ass was in the air and facing me. The boxer briefs he wore were tight, revealing an ass sculpted by some kind of exercise. He looked over his shoulder at me as he lowered his underwear. Slowly, he turned to me as his cock was freed from its fabric prison, and I gasped. My eyes flew to his, which looked concerned.
“Okay?” he asked me.
“I’m a nursing student, and I haven’t seen a dick that big in all my clinicals,” I informed him breathlessly.
“God knew I’d be kind of nerdy, so I was blessed with a big dick.” He shrugged, and I giggled.
“Blessed me, I think you mean,” I murmured, a seductive smile on my face.
His slow, sexy grin mesmerized me, and he moved to the bed to join me. “What do you want, Randi?”
I smiled at him. “I want a little more of that talented mouth.”
His eyes fired with arousal, and he climbed on the bed between my legs and carefully flicked his tongue over my clit again. I jolted, sighed, and relaxed. Gently, he ran his fingers up my inner thigh as he sucked my clit. When they reached my entrance—so wet—he pushed a finger inside. I tensed, having never felt such an invasion. My clinical mind wanted to explain, but I shut the voice down quickly. This was emotional, not logical, and oh my God, so fascinating!
Using the same rhythm he used to suck on my clit, he moved his finger in and out of my pussy, careful not to go too fast or too hard. He let my body adjust and enjoy the sensation, and as my comfort leveled out, he added a finger, stretching my body in preparation for his giant cock. He moved in and out faster, sucked faster, until another orgasm was on the horizon.
The clenching of my pussy walls held fast to his fingers, but he moved them in and out, increasing my pleasure until I screamed his name. Again the flood of my orgasm covered his fingers, and when he removed them, with my gaze on his, I pulled his hand to my mouth and sucked his fingers, relishing in the taste.
“Damn, Randi,” he murmured as his body covered mine.
Our lips met, and the taste of me mingled with his unique flavor. We kissed, lost in it, and he only broke it to shimmy down my body to capture my nipple with his lips. I moaned, and when he shifted to come up, I grabbed his ass and pulled him hard against me so that his cock rested at the entrance to my pussy. I was mad with desire, and I wanted his cock inside me.
I lifted my hips, my lust removing logic, and used my hands to push. He watched my eyes, kissed my lips, and hesitated.
“Why are you waiting?” I asked breathlessly. “Eliot, please.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered, kissing me again, his tongue dancing with mine so I couldn’t beg him.
“I want you inside me. I’m ready,” I promised him after the kiss ended.
He smiled at me and gently nudged inside. My sensitive pussy accepted his cock easily, though it was a tight fit. I wrapped my legs around him, encouraging him, and he pressed further inside, slowly, until he hit the barrier of my hymen. With a swift shove, his cock was buried inside me, balls deep.
“Fuck!” I hissed. I had expected the pain, but it was greater than what my mind had created. A pinch, I’d heard, but this was more like a tearing.
“Are you okay?” Eliot asked, frozen, though beads of sweat indicated he was using every amount of willpower he possessed to hold still.
Breathlessly, with my hands braced on his shoulders, I told him, “Let me adjust, okay?”
He nodded, gritting his teeth, and once the worst of the pain subsided, I shifted my hips. When that caused no pain, I lifted my hips towards him, gyrating against him. The pain had eased, though I was still a little uncomfortable, but a secret pleasure was just out of my grasp. I wanted that pleasure, so I moved again.
“Randi, you’re killing me! I’m barely controlling myself as it is,” Eliot said against my lips.
I licked his lips with the tip of my tongue, smiled, and told him, “I’m ready. Fuck me.”
His lips attached to mine as he moved his hips, letting his cock slip slowly in and out of my pussy. The fullness was magical, a feeling I’d never felt, and though I wasn’t completely comfortable still, I wanted the secret pleasure his movements hinted at. I began moving my hips to his rhythm, and he lifted his head and looked at me. Our eyes locked, and with a surprise move, I shoved him over onto his back.
I put my hands on either side of his head and let my breasts hit his face as I began to fuck him. I bounced, enjoying the slamming of his cock into the G-spot I had heard about but had never touched. My mouth spewed nonsense as a pleasure different to what he’d given me two times before mounted, and an orgasm that had been a sprinkle of pleasure became a downfall.
My body spasmed with joy, and I fucked him harder to hold on to the last vestiges of the orgasm as I felt it ebbing. Eliot let the orgasm end, then rolled me over and fucked me some more, slamming his cock into me again and again until the orgasm shook my body and I screamed. He tensed, let out a yell of triumph, and shuddered as his cock emptied inside me.
*****
We lay curled against each other, enjoying the calm after the whirlpool of emotions. As a nurse, or student nurse, I knew what having sex for the first time meant, and it usually wasn’t multiple orgasms. Shock had reverberated through my mind as pleasure shot through my body. Would it have been the same with another man? I really didn’t think so.
My fingers played in his chest hair, and his breathing was regulated like that of a man taking a quick nap. I let him sleep while my mind decided what the hell was happening to my heart. I was one hundred percent in love with him. After two dates. Really, one and a half dates. And one ridiculously amazing evening of sex. On date two. The smile on my face was beginning to hurt my cheeks, and the little voice in my head told me it was perfectly fine for me to love this man.
Don’t fight it, Randi. Let it be what it’s supposed to be. My mother’s voice. My heart was right, and I wasn’t going to let my logical mind tell me I couldn’t possibly love him so quickly. I felt what I felt, damn it. And I wanted to rejoice in it, not question it like an idiot.
I lifted my head and smiled down at him sleeping. I wondered if he wanted me to sleep over. I hadn’t brought a thing with me, but I could borrow a toothbrush and wear the same clothes home. Oh my God! I thought with a silly, quiet little giggle. My first walk of shame. Rita will be so proud.
“What are you giggling about?” he rumbled, his eyes closed.
I giggled again. “My first walk of shame will be tomorrow morning. If I can stay over, of course.”
He opened one eye to look at me like I was crazy. “As if I’d chase that sexy ass of yours out of my bed.”
“Your ass is certainly sexy as well,” I mused, as if I had to think about it first.
“I’m glad you think so.” He rolled over so that we faced each other in the faded light of the hallway. “I’m hoping you’ll let me have my way with you a couple more times tonight.”
“Only a couple?” I questioned teasingly. “I really expected more from you,” I told him haughtily.
“You are such an imp,” he answered, biting my bottom lip before kissing it as an apology. “I need a little nap, and then I’ll
make you pay for those words. You’ll beg me to stop, you’ll be so sore.”
“I’m not arguing with that, especially if the last half hour is an indication of your…stamina.”
“I aim to please, madam,” he whispered sleepily. “Now close those eyes and rest. You’ll need your strength.”
His eyes drifted shut, and I watched him for another minute before I let mine close as well, a smile on my face.
Eliot
An hour later, I woke with a start. Sweaty and uncomfortable, I glanced at the beautiful woman beside me. She had moved over while she slept, obviously not a cuddly sleeper, for which I was grateful. Gingerly, I rose from the bed and padded to the light switch to turn on the ceiling fan. I often sweated in my sleep, no matter the temperature, so the fan ran twenty-four-seven. I had no idea why it was off unless Randi had risen sometime in the night and turned it off. With that in mind, I pulled the comforter from the foot of the bed, where it had ended up during our intimacy, and laid it over her gently before I climbed back in bed.
I lay on my side and watched her sleeping. Her beauty was mesmerizing when she slept, though it was much more so when she was awake and animated. I loved her. I had already admitted that to myself, though not to her. With a certainty I couldn’t explain, I was sure she reciprocated those feelings. With a smile, I rolled over on my back to think. I’d let the relationship run its course. One of us would say I love you first, naturally, without thinking about it. The other would reply, and we would live the clichéd happily ever after.
She’s a stripper, I heard my dad’s voice say, which was ironic considering his wife was a former Vegas showgirl he had picked up backstage. Randi’s also a nursing student, I told myself. I would be proud to call her my girlfriend, to introduce her to my few friends or work colleagues as such, even if she was a stripper. I did, however, want her to quit stripping, if I was honest with myself. How would she take it if I approached her about it? We hadn’t discussed her work at all. I could offer her a job at the lab, work around her school hours and such, but she wouldn’t get paid anywhere near the amount she made at the club.
She murmured in her sleep and rolled away from me so that her back was to me. I scooted closer and pulled her against me. In her sleep, she wiggled her butt until it touched my dick, which was flaccid until it came into contact with her muscular buttocks. I wrapped my arm around her and propped my head on my opposite arm, watching her as she slowly awakened with my cock against her ass.
Randi’s eyes opened, and she shifted. With a giggle, she looked over her shoulder, smiling at me. Her perfectly angelic face was filled with laughter. “Are you trying to wake me up?”
“Actually, no. You rolled over and pushed your ass against my dick. I think you subconsciously wanted to wake up for some more loving,” I mused, running a finger down her neck and arm until I reached her hand, which I took in mine. I lifted it to my mouth and kissed her knuckles, watching her reaction.
Goosebumps popped up on her skin, and she moved again so her cheeks tickled my cock, which was engorged with blood and throbbing with my heartbeat. Gently, she reached around and wrapped her hand around it, stroking the head with her silky fingers. I moaned, letting her feel the drops of pre-cum she elicited from the tip. She used the moisture as a lube, moving her fingers—which had tightened their grip on the head—a little faster.
I lifted her top leg and rested her knee on mine so her legs were open enough so I could slip my hand between them. Her pussy was soaking wet, ready for me. Gently, I separated her lips and probed the outer edge of her pussy, testing her for soreness. She groaned, and I froze.
Randi glanced over her shoulder at me. “Why did you stop?”
“Are you sore? I don’t want to hurt you,” I explained as I kissed her shoulder.
“I’m not sore. I’m ready,” she told me, her eyes unwavering.
I nipped her shoulder with my teeth and continued my massage of her pussy. She moaned quietly, and the pace of her breathing increased as the massage became insertion. With more gentleness than I have ever used with a woman, I slipped my fingers inside and moved them in and out, creating the rhythm I remembered from earlier. In seconds, her body showered me with cum, though she didn’t cry out. A soft sound, almost a whimper, escaped her lips.
“Yes, Eliot…” she whispered as she moved her hips to meet my hand’s thrusts. Her voice, so husky and sexy, caused my cock to jerk in response, touching her ass. “Please. Fuck me, Eliot.”
From behind her, I slipped my cock into her waiting, wet pussy, sighing as the idea that I belonged here slipped through my mind. Our love-making was slow, sensual, beautiful, and filled with emotions I didn’t know existed. The words were coming, I could feel them on the tip of my tongue.
Her arm slipped around my neck, and her head twisted so she could look into my eyes. I stared into hers. I couldn’t look away from her. I thrust slowly in and out, so slowly it was torturous, but the pain was pleasurable. Without losing eye contact, I sped up, watching as the pleasure in her eyes built until they squeezed shut with the sensation of my cock pushing and pulling the sensitive walls of her pussy. Her cry began softly, like a kitten’s, and grew to a roar as the orgasm hit a crescendo.
The clenching of her pussy, milking my cock, urged my orgasm to its fruition. With a grunt, I released my seed in her.
“Wow,” I whispered after falling against the pillows to take a breather.
“Just wow,” she agreed. She rolled over to face me, a smile on her face. “I think I like the slow loving better than the hard sex.”
“Really?” I asked, pretending shock and to think about her words. “I guess I’ll have to step up my game.”
“We’ll work on it together.” She giggled.
My face fell, and with a growl I began tickling her, enjoying her laughter as she tried to escape.
Randi
A month passed, and I fell more and more in love with Eliot. He loved me too, I was positive, but neither of us had said it. I thought it all the time—when we hung up the phone, after a kiss goodbye, while we were having the best sex in the world. But letting it slide off my tongue hadn’t happened.
We had fun together, every time we were together. When he traveled to New York for meetings with some pharmaceutical company, he had begged me to take a weekend off from Burlesque and let him fly me there. I had told Rita, and she lost her mind, she was so excited for me.
“Yeah, but if I go with him this weekend, I can’t take off to go with you to Brazil,” I teased. I’d already made my decision and told her I couldn’t go.
“Whatever. This is one weekend instead of two,” she shrugged as she slipped into her heels to go on stage. “Besides, you love me, but you’re in love with him.”
I raised an eyebrow at her. “I do love you, and I’m falling in love with him, yes. Not sure I’m there yet.”
“You do, chica. Can’t lie to your bestie.” She laughed and pointed at me. “You love him the way I love Andre.”
“It’s kind of funny we both found someone at the same time,” I remembered saying with a sad face. Andre was a stand-up guy, I had learned, and really did care about Rita. I was more than a little scared her two-week trip to Brazil would become a permanent move. The two of them had discussed it, but she’d so far refused to agree to live there forever. She had promised me if she made that decision, I’d be first to know, and I’d have to fly down then and be in her wedding party.
I went to New York and attended a charity function with Eliot. During the day, while he was in meetings, I wandered the city, fascinated by the huge buildings and the plethora of people. I fell in love with New York and couldn’t wait to go back, but life called, and I had classes on Monday. On Wednesday of that week, the week before Thanksgiving, I asked Eliot to come to my apartment.
I had been embarrassed, at first, about my apartment. It was tiny and obviously low-income, but I was proud of the fact that I could afford my own place alone. Eliot never made me feel
bad about where I lived, though I knew he would have liked me to just move in with him.
“Babe, we’ve only been seeing each other for a couple months. Moving in now would be too fast, don’t you think?” We had just finished the takeout I’d ordered. My kitchen was small and not conducive to cooking a whole meal, and the apartment felt like a sauna when the oven was on.
Eliot shrugged. “A little.” He was tentative in his reply, and I wondered what was on his mind.
“Penny for your thoughts,” I murmured, reaching for his hand.
He kissed the back of my hand. “Um, I have something to talk to you about.”
I looked at him sideways, my nerves rearing their head. “Okay.”
“First of all, I have no problem with what you do for a living,” Eliot began.
My nerves disappeared, and my defenses heated up. “My job?”
He saw my attitude in my lifted eyebrow and backtracked a little. “I have no problem with your job, Randi, you know that.”
“Then why are you bringing it up?” I asked, my voice monotonous until the topic he wanted to discuss became clear.
“Well, I have a position open in my company. Pays the same, though you would have to work more days, but fewer hours in those days.” He smiled at me and squeezed my hand. “You can study sometimes while you’re there because you won’t be busy all the time.”
My lips pursed as I thought about his offer. Working somewhere completely clothed one hundred percent of the time sounded nice, but I did have an issue. “I don’t want to take a job at your company and be ‘that girl.’” He looked confused, and I tilted my head. “You know, ‘that girl’ who’s fucking the boss so she got a cushy job doing nothing while getting paid the same as everyone else.”
Eliot laughed once he understood my meaning, and I narrowed my eyes at him. “Sorry, sorry,” he gasped. “I just never thought about it that way. And honestly, I don’t work with those types of people. You wouldn’t be in my department, and we probably wouldn’t see each other unless we tried to.”
