by Tara Rose
“I know that. It’s okay. Really, it is. You have a right to go out with anyone you want. And it’s good if you do, actually. You need to know how real men treat women. You’ve never had that experience.”
“No, I haven’t. So you’re okay with this? I mean, with still doing this today?”
The corners of his mouth turned up. “I’m more than okay with it. And thank you for telling me about your date. I love it that you want to be so open and honest about everything.”
“I have to be. Too many people weren’t that way with me, and all it did was bring me trouble. I won’t let that happen again. Never.”
He pulled her close again. “You’re a gem and you don’t even know it.”
When he released the embrace, he took her hand and showed her the house. It looked like every other home she’d ever been in, but it was cleaner than most she’d seen, especially those where a man lived alone. It also gave the impression of a lonely life. He had no pets, and very few family pictures on the walls or on tables. Did he have any hobbies outside of his work? What did he do for fun?
When he showed her his room, she smiled at the pictures from high school on top of his dresser. She walked over and admired each one, letting the memories wash over her. It seemed so long ago, and yet it really wasn’t. And those years must have meant a great deal to him to keep these pictures out in the place where he slept.
“I keep them around for a good reason, but not the one you’re probably thinking right now.”
She glanced at him in the mirror. He leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, smiling at her. It was all Teresa could do to keep breathing. He looked so damn sexy like that. “Why do you keep them out?”
“To remind me never to take a woman for granted again.”
That did it. How could any girl resist a man who said something like that? She turned and strolled toward him, feeling bolder than she’d ever felt in her life. She also felt charged, as though a storm were coming and her body was the conduit for the inevitable electricity that the lightning would bring. He watched her, waiting, and when she reached him, she put her arms around him and kissed him.
Teresa moaned loudly as they became a tangle of arms and hands. His tongue raked the inside of her mouth, fueling her desire with each passing second. She ran her hands over the muscles in his arms, his back, and then his ass. He groaned and pulled her closer, and when his impressive bulge pressed against her, she couldn’t take any more. She had to have him.
Teresa had never been the initiator with sex. Never. But right now she felt wanton and beautiful. His words had done that, as much as the tender, admiring glances he’d been giving her all day. His very aura screamed sexy and dominant, and she needed to feel him inside her. She wanted to experience sex with a man whom she knew would never hurt her, use her, or lead her into illegal activities.
She pulled out of his arms and took off her sweater in one fluid motion, then began to unzip her jeans. He looked slightly bewildered, as though he’d just encountered unexpected fog on the highway, and then he crossed to the nightstand and took out a handful of condom packets. She resisted the urge to laugh as he tossed them on the bed and then strolled over to where she now stood in her underwear. She’d even taken off her shoes and socks that quickly.
“You’re beautiful.” He cleared his throat. “You’re absolutely stunning.”
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“Are you sure about this? God. I just threw condoms on the bed. I hope you’re sure about it.”
Teresa bit back a laugh because the last thing she’d ever expected to see on Garrett Amato’s face was confusion. “Oh, yes. I’ve never been more sure of anything.” If he changed his mind now she’d cry for days. But he didn’t. He picked her up and carried her over to his bed, and then laid her on it as gently as if he were placing her on top of fine china. He covered her body with his and kissed her again, gently this time, teasing almost.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him, pushing her hips against his, silently begging to be filled. He kissed her neck, gently biting as he worked his way down to her bra. When he did the same to each nipple through the fabric, she cried out.
“This needs to come off,” he said, reaching around to unhook it. He eased the straps down, then cupped both breasts, teasing her nipples with his thumbs while gazing into her eyes. “None of my business, but I don’t want to hurt you, which is why I’m asking. How long has it been since you’ve had sex?”
“About eight months.”
He nodded, then removed her bra and cupped her breasts again. “Then I’ll be very, very careful.”
“Are you real?”
His eyes filled with so much tenderness that she nearly melted, right there on his bed. “I was wondering the same thing about you.” He kissed each breast, then spent long, luscious moments licking them. Ray had never done that. He’d bitten them and squeezed them until they’d hurt, calling them tiny melons and other names designed to make her feel inadequate simply because they weren’t huge. But he’d never worshipped them like this, or enjoyed them, or took his time in order to give her as much pleasure as possible.
Teresa’s pussy was soaked and her clit throbbed, and he hadn’t yet moved lower than her chest. What would happen when he did this to her pussy? She’d probably faint. As if reading her mind, he finally moved off her, sitting back on his heels to brush his hands over her legs, higher and higher, until he reached what was between them.
He watched her face carefully as he slowly removed her panties, and then he spread her legs. Fingering her curls, the corners of his mouth turned up. “Have you ever shaved this?”
She giggled. “I’ve wanted to, but I’m always afraid I’ll cut myself.”
“I don’t mind it either way, but if you ever want to, I’ll help you.”
She couldn’t stop the laughter. “I’m sorry. This is just so…I don’t know. So fun. So unlike anything…” She didn’t want him to think she was comparing him to Ray. That wasn’t fair, and it could certainly kill the mood.
“It’s okay,” he said, bending over to kiss her curls. “It’s okay to say it. You can say anything to me. All right? Anything. This is for you, remember? I want to erase bad memories for you as much as I want to help you experience everything you’ve ever wanted to try. Please let me do that for you.”
She could hardly take a breath as she listened to his voice, smooth and sexy. His eyes held nothing but sincerity. He was too good to be true. “This is like every fantasy I’ve ever had, rolled up into one.”
He shook his head slightly. “You’re too good to be true. And yet, here you are.” He sighed loudly. “And not to kill the mood here, but before we go any further, I have no STDs. May I assume you don’t, either?”
She shook her head. “I’m clean. I’ve been tested.”
He smiled, and then he knelt between her legs and blew gently on her curls. He licked her wet slit, from just above her asshole up to her clit, over and over again. Teresa writhed and moaned, unable to process the sensations or emotions crashing over her. Ray had never done this either. She hated to keep comparing the two, but it was difficult not to. This was every erotic fantasy she’d ever had and then some. It felt so damn good that soon a climax began to build. When he slipped a finger inside her pussy, she lifted her hips off the bed to move closer to his mouth.
He rewarded her eagerness by taking her clit into his mouth and sucking hard, while he fucked her with one long finger. Teresa cried out loudly, invoking every saint whose name she could remember, as the craziest orgasm she’d ever had washed over her. The contractions went on and on, filling her body with shivers that raced up and down her spine with lightning speed.
Before she had time to catch her breath, he opened the nightstand drawer to take out a small bottle. “You’re very wet, but I don’t want to hurt you.” She watched him stand and then remove his clothes to reveal the most beautiful male body she’d ever seen. His muscled arms and shoulders were
sexy enough, but the fine dusting of hair that covered his chest and abdomen made her want to rub her nipples against it.
Her gaze traveled down his legs, equally muscled and also dusted with hair, then back up again to a thick, red cock that glistened with pre-cum. This was it. No turning back now.
He knelt between her legs again, brushing his hands gently over her pussy lips and breasts. “One last chance to say ‘no.’”
She let out a soft gasp. “Are you kidding me? I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my life.” Teresa took his dick in her hand, shivering again at the way he moaned softly. “Make love to me. Fuck me like you never will again. I need you inside me. Please.”
Chapter Eight
Teresa swore she saw him shudder. He put on a condom, and then he gently filled her pussy with lube. She could hardly contain her anticipation. She brushed her hands over his arms and his torso, loving the feel of his muscles rippling beneath them. When he teased the opening to her pussy with the head of his dick, she clung to his forearms and stared into his eyes as he slid it inside.
There was some pain, but it was brief and soon replaced with the most incredible feeling of peace she’d ever experienced. He held her gaze as he began to thrust, slowly at first, and then with increasing speed as she started to moan and toss her head back and forth. He pushed in deeper, and tears spilled over her lashes at the care he was taking.
When he played with her clit at the same time, her moans grew louder as a second orgasm began to build. She’d rarely come once during sex let alone twice. Then again, it had never felt like this. Never. She didn’t want it to end.
He leaned over and kissed her, and then he pulled out and asked her to turn onto her stomach. She thought he wanted to have anal, and she hesitated.
“What is it, love?” he asked gently.
“Um…I don’t care for…I don’t know how to say this.”
He looked confused for a second, and then understanding filled his face. “Then we won’t. Right now, I want to be inside your pussy again, but from a different angle. Will you try that? I promise if you don’t like it, you may lie on your back again. You feel incredible. I just want to make love to you.”
She shook her head slightly. “How can you be real?”
He kissed her again, and when he released her mouth, she turned over.
“Stay flat,” he said, gently moving her legs apart. He slipped his dick back inside her pussy from behind, and Teresa groaned loudly and grabbed fistfuls of the comforter as each thrust massaged her clit, and a spot way up inside that she hadn’t known existed until now.
“There we go,” he whispered. “Do you like this, baby?”
“I love it. Oh God…don’t stop…”
“I won’t, baby. I won’t.” Garrett caressed her ass cheeks as he continued to fuck her pussy, harder now. Teresa had never had sex like this. It was exquisite. Even when he slipped a finger between the cheeks and brushed it along her crack, she loved it. When he gave each cheek a couple of gentle slaps, she moaned louder, pushing her ass toward him.
“Do you like that?”
That voice! She’d do anything it said. Anything. It washed over her, sexy and commanding, sending her arousal to crazy heights. “Yes,” she whispered. “I love it.”
He thrust faster now, and she couldn’t believe he still hadn’t come. His strength excited her in a way nothing had before. He alternated brushing a finger along her asshole, and smacking each cheek. Each time he spanked her, the slaps were a bit more forceful, but all that did was make her want more.
He stopped thrusting, but he hadn’t come yet. She heard a liquid sound, and then his warm, wet finger teased the opening to her anus. Teresa lay very still, hardly breathing. “Say stop and I will, sweetheart.”
She swallowed hard. “I don’t want you to stop. But I’m afraid of you putting your dick inside there.”
He leaned over and kissed her lower back gently. “Then I won’t. Only my finger. May I do that?”
Her exhale came out in a shaky gasp. “Yes. Yes you may.”
“Thank you.” He slid it inside, centimeter by centimeter, and it burned at first, but then as Teresa relaxed her muscles it felt good. It felt very good. When he began to thrust inside her pussy again, he moved his finger in and out of her ass at the same time, and Teresa clung to the comforter as another orgasm washed over her.
This one didn’t show any signs of stopping, even after Garrett cried out loudly and shuddered inside her. He pulled out of her pussy, she heard him take off his condom, and then he pulled her into his arms, reaching between them to stroke her clit. She cried out loudly and clung to him as the climax went on and on.
“Teresa,” he whispered. “You are so amazing.”
“Oh God…I’ve never felt anything like this.”
“Neither have I.”
She wasn’t sure whether to believe him, but it was wonderful to hear, just the same. When her orgasm finally ended, he sat up and pulled her over his knee in one fluid motion. She giggled as he began to lightly swat her ass cheeks again.
“You find this funny?”
“Yes.”
“I see. I may have to do something about that.”
“Like what?”
“Like spank you for real.”
She held her breath, waiting. When he stopped smacking her ass cheeks, he sat her up and cupped her face. “Do you want me to do that?”
Her pulse raced and she could hardly take a full breath. “I think so.”
He shook his head as his expression became dead serious. “No. ‘I think so’ isn’t good enough. I need to hear your total consent.”
This was it. Her confused curiosity would become reality if she said “yes.” She knew he’d never hurt her or ignore a limit. Hadn’t he just proved that? “Yes. I want you to spank me for real.” Her heart pounded. She could actually hear it.
“Your safeword is ‘red.’ Use it no matter what, whether it hurts too much, or you’re simply afraid. I’ll stop immediately and we’ll talk about what’s going on inside your head before we continue. But once you’ve had enough, then we stop for good. Do you understand?”
She nodded because she didn’t trust her voice right now. So many emotions competed for attention at that moment, she couldn’t process any of them. Again, he shook his head, and this time she understood why. “Yes. Yes, I understand.”
His smile sent her heart fluttering. “Good girl. Wait here a second. I have something I think you’ll enjoy more than my hand.”
She watched him cross the room to the same dresser on which the high school pictures sat. He opened the top drawer and pulled out a round, leather paddle. She swallowed hard. That would hurt worse than his hand, wouldn’t it? Then she noticed the other side was fur-lined, and she smiled.
He sat down next to her and handed it to her. “I’ll use the fur side, and then if you want me to turn it over, just say so. I love using my hand, but in all honesty it hurts after a few minutes. So if I use this, we can go longer. I want this to be everything you’ve fantasized about, and more.”
She gazed into his eyes, still unable to believe this was real. “It already is.”
Garrett kissed her, tongue and all, and her pussy was soaked again within seconds. When he finally released her mouth, he stared into her eyes for long, luscious moments, and then he scooted to the edge of the bed and crooked his finger at her. She did the same, and he asked her to stand. Then he helped her drape her body over his right knee. Once she in was place, he moved his left calf against both her legs.
“I’m not going to ask to restrain your arms. Not today, anyway. We’ll work up to that.” The images that danced through her head at those words made her clit throb. “But I am going to ask you not to reach around with one arm, because I don’t want to accidentally hit the wrong body part. If you need me to stop, call your safeword. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl. I’ll start off slowly. Skin needs to be warmed
up before impact play. It’s far more pleasurable that way.”
He brushed the fur side of the paddle against her ass cheeks, and she sighed in anticipation. She was actually draped over his thigh, about to be paddled, just like her sister probably had been many times now, and just as both her brothers had more than likely done to Alexa and Marisol, respectively. Was this how Ria, Alexa, and Marisol felt each time? This dizzy, sexy anticipation?
When he started tapping it against each cheek, she almost giggled. There was no pain at all, but it did tickle because of the fur. It didn’t take long for the swats to become more forceful, but they still didn’t hurt like she’d thought they would. They merely stung a bit, but she wanted more, and that shocked the hell out of her. She really was enjoying this. Her pussy was so wet she was sure her juices would trickle down her thighs any second now.
He stopped. “How are you doing?”
“I love it. I want more. Please.”
“This side, or should I turn it over? It’s soft leather on the other side, but the sting will be more intense.”
Teresa took a deep breath. “Turn it over, please.”
* * * *
Garrett turned the paddle over and began to lightly swat her ass cheeks with the leather side, alternating. This had to be a dream, and yet he knew it wasn’t. He really was here, with Teresa, and she really was draped over his knee. He’d just fucked her, and now he was giving her the first real paddling she’d had that was part of safe, sane, and consensual play. The trust she’d shown him today was staggering.
He shivered every time she moaned, and yet at the same time, fear coursed through his body. How many times had Luke and Chase told the others how difficult it had been for Alexa to overcome these same confused longings? They walked a fine line, just as Garrett was now doing. One wrong move and he’d not only push her away forever, but he’d do more damage. He couldn’t live with that.
