by Betsy Anne
“Whenever I hear you speak, it reminds me of home. I never thought I would miss Georgia, but you bring it out in me. Can I put this on you?”
I’m speechless. I turn around and raise my hair off my neck so he can put it on. I don’t know how his giant hands manage the clasp, but he does. His hands fall back to my shoulders and he spins me around once more. He looks down at the little peach around my neck, and his eyes roam up to my face. He has a smoldering look in them, which makes me blush. I instinctively break eye contact and look down at the necklace to diffuse some of the tension. I take the peach between my finger and thumb and roll it around.
“This is so sweet of you, I love it. I hope everything worked out OK at home. You said it was an emergency?”
I’m trying to keep myself from climbing all over him. I’ll say anything right now to keep us in the here and now, I don’t want to come off too eager. He looks uncomfortable with my question. I hope I didn’t seem too nosy. He backs away from me just a little, and clears his throat.
“I was needed for something. It’s over now.”
I’m dying to know more. We went to the same college and are both from Georgia. That’s about all I know.
“Where does your mom live? Is she close to Atlanta? My parents are sti….”
He silences my line of questioning with a finger against my lips. His eyes are dilated and intense. He lowers his face agonizingly slowly down to mine. I can feel his hot breath on my skin as he replaces his finger with his mouth. His lips are soft and full, and they’re teasing mine with a slight touch. He’s holding back, I can tell. His actions are slower than his heartbeat and his breath. He’s staring into my eyes; I think he’s trying to figure out if I’m OK with this. I let my own actions speak for me.
I lean hard into his lips, and we both give into the kiss. His hands reach up into my hair, and he cups my head with his giant hands. I feel tiny in his grasp. My body is on autopilot. I’ve been aroused for hours now, daydreaming of this possibility. He must have been, too; I feel his erection through his sweatpants. My hands reach around his waist, and travel up his muscular back. I press my body against his chest and hug him tightly. Our kiss deepens into a sloppy, wet, foreplay kind of kiss. His hands are roaming up and down my back, and in my hair. It seems as if he’s avoiding touching me where I really want to be touched. I reach my hand around my back and guide his hand down to my ass. He responds quickly, and he digs in with both hands, kneading and massaging me everywhere. He breaks our kiss for a moment so his lips can taste my neck. He’s licking and sucking his way past my earlobe to my shoulder.
He yanks off the coat I’m still wearing, and kisses the top of my cleavage that’s peeking from the top of my Bears T-shirt. I’m on fire. It’s been so long since I’ve felt a man’s hands on me like this, but it feels like so much more. I barely know him but I feel strong emotions bubbling under the surface. Past mistakes seem to be forgiven and we’re crossing over into something else. He lifts his head up, takes me by the hand and leads me down the hall, I assume, to his bedroom.
The bedroom has more floor to ceiling windows, and the sun is going down. The image is surreal. It’s like we’ve stepped into a movie set. The furnishings are minimal, and masculine. The room has a heady, warm scent to it. All man. He leads me to the window and stands behind me as we watch the pink and gold sky of early winter disappear. His arms are wrapped around my waist, and his chin is resting atop my head. It’s such an intimate gesture. He places his nose against my hair and breathes in deeply. His lips release a moaning sound as he exhales. If he’s trying to make me orgasm standing up, he may well succeed. My crotch is throbbing now from all this foreplay. It doesn’t seem like foreplay just for sex though. It feels like two people communicating unspoken feelings through our bodies. He’s still not said a word, nor have I since he shushed me. Thank God he did, because I was so nervous I could have blathered for hours.
I don’t know how long we stay in this pose; I think both of us are too comfortable to move. The sky fades to black, and I can see our reflection in the window. His eyes are closed, and he has a smile on his face. I feel guilty for stealing a peek. He looks so happy. I make the first attempt to change our position, I need more of him, and now. I turn slowly so that his arms stay encircling my waist. I look up at him in the darkened room, and we begin our kiss once again. We take it a little slower this time. Our mouths take more time exploring and touching, as our tongues dance a slow waltz. He gently sways his body side to side as we kiss, as if he can hear music and wants to dance. He’s surprisingly delicate and gentle in his motions for such a large person. I’m swept up in the sensation of it all; I could stay like this forever.
My hands glide the full length of his back to his delicious ass; he groans as I feel him. His muscles are like granite. It’s difficult to squeeze him, but I do my best. I push my crotch against his, as I pull him to me. His dick is tenting his pants and I have a good idea what I’m in for. The man is hung. I boldly reach one hand around and caress his swollen member through the fabric. Oh yes, he’s definitely hung. My mouth begins to water; I want to taste him. I put my hands in his waistband, thank God for these pants, and lower them down as I lower myself to his crotch. His dick pops out of his pants, as I continue to push them down to the floor. He steps out of them, and kicks them to the side. He’s beautiful. He looks like something Michelangelo would have sculpted out of marble.
He shivers as I place my hands around his cock. His eyes are full of anticipation as he watches me. There’s no way I could fit even half of this into my mouth. I place one hand at the base as I cover his soft, silken skin with my mouth. His head drops back, and he groans once again. He tastes magnificent. Hard and soft, salty and sweet, all together in one pleasant pull of my mouth. I clutch his sac with my other hand, gently massaging it as I take him deeper into my mouth. His breath is erratic, and he’s guiding my head back and forth with his hands, making sure not to push in too deeply. I feel his muscles tense and quiver, he’s close. He pulls out of my mouth, and takes a long breath. He leans down and whispers faintly in my ear.
“No, not like this. I’ve fantasized about being with you. I need to feel you now.”
He takes off his sweatshirt; he’s completely naked. I swallow hard at the sight; it makes me salivate. I start to remove my clothes, and he stops me. He wants to do it. He peels my shirt off, exposing my black see-through bra. I have great tits, so I never mind showing them first. Hey, use your assets to your advantage, right? He’s admiring the view while he unzips my jeans, and strips me of them. He throws back the blankets on his oversized bed, and leads me in first. He gets in and pulls the blankets up over us. I’m hardly cold, but it’s so nice to be nestled in here together. His body heat radiates, and I begin to sweat. It adds a certain earthy element to our lovemaking. Our bodies are slick, and we’re both more than ready.
“Are you OK with all of this? This soon?” he asks, knowing how deep we’re in. I nod my head and include a roll of my eyes to show I’m way past OK with it. If he hadn’t initiated it back in the living room, I certainly would have. When you feel it, you feel it. He nods his head along with mine, nonverbally saying “oh yeah,” and he gives me that killer smile.
He rolls over on top of me, being very careful to straddle my body with his legs. He uses his strength to hover as he kisses me up and down the length of my body. He’s regained control from coming so close before, now he’s taking his time. His soft lips, his incredibly soft lips, his freakishly amazing soft lips, how are this giant man’s lips so soft, are lightly nibbling my skin. It’s ethereal. I feel like I’m floating in pure, soft pleasure. He pulls my bra down to expose my tits. He takes his time on them, circling and teasing each nipple with his tongue, when I feel…ouch! Did he just bite me? Holy shit… I almost came. He’s giggling at my reaction.
“Just wanted to make sure you hadn’t fallen asleep…”
I wiggle out from under him, and climb on top. I feel like I’m climbing Mt. Everest. The ma
n’s body never quits. He grips my butt with his hands, and massages it deeply. He rolls my panties down and I lean to the side to remove them. We’re completely naked, vulnerable in front of one another, and I’ve never felt more comfortable. I mimic his actions from before, kissing him all over his delectable body. I also give him a little nip with my teeth, and he laughs. His abs are ridiculous when he laughs and they tense. I would normally feel self-conscious about my own body with someone like this, but I don’t. I feel so at ease with him.
I lie flat against him, allowing my moist lips to touch his erection. I slide up and down his length, pressing my body against his for some much needed friction. He grasps my hips and grinds me against him, needing relief as much as I do. He flips me over so I’m once again on my back. He holds his body up over mine, allowing me to guide him inside. I reach down and grab his cock, and push the head in just a little. He moans as he feels my heat and the wetness he’s caused. He keeps it there, in that spot, before he pushes all the way in. I can’t take the suspense and I buck my hips up to meet him. I gasp when his full length enters me. I’m as full as I could ever possibly be. My fantasies about him were not even close.
He pulls his length almost all the way out, then he slowly slides back in. The sounds escaping his lips are guttural, like a feral animal. It fuels my fire. I move my hips faster to let him know I can take it. He matches my rhythm and we really start to fuck, hard. Our bodies are in perfect unison, grinding and pushing with matched ferocity. We’re both glistening with sweat, and I push his hair out of his eyes to look at his face. Our thrusts slow as we gaze at one another. We lie still for the briefest of moments as we take each other in. I don’t know what he sees on his end, but I see a beautiful man with a loving heart, and a warrior’s body. He has some things buried deep; I can sense that about him. I feel an electric pulse run through my body while I’m lost in his eyes.
“Do you feel it too?” he whispers so softly that I have to read his lips.
“Yes, I do.”
A tear rolls out of my eye, and falls to the pillow. He kisses my wet face, and begins to move his hips again. I wrap my legs tightly around his waist and squeeze his cock inside me. He says my name, and begs me to come with him.
“Come on, baby, I’ll hold it for you. I want to feel you come with me.”
That pushes me over the edge, and I feel a slow, rolling orgasm begin from deep inside. I squeeze him tighter as he fills me up with his come. A couple of final hard thrusts, and he drains himself completely. He rolls to his side, so as not to crush me, while keeping himself inside me. We lie in each other’s arms, and fall asleep.
* * *
I see Katie, dressed in a lovely soft pink dress, holding a bouquet of dark purple and pink flowers. She’s smiling from ear to ear. She’s talking to me but I can’t make out what she’s trying to say. I see my parents, standing next to my boys. Everyone is dressed in tuxedos and gowns. Am I at a wedding? Brian appears out of nowhere, like people tend to do in dreams, and he offers me his arm. He’s whispering in my ear, “Are you hungry?” wait… huh? My eyes pop open when I feel the warmth of his mouth at my ear.
“I said, are you hungry? You were really snoozing. You talk in your sleep, too. You said ‘hi’ to your dad. It was cute.”
Oh, shit on a shingle. Did I really just have a dream about getting married to a man I just slept with whom I barely know? I hope to God I didn’t say anything else. That’s not the type of thing a guy needs to hear after a one-night stand. “When are we getting married?” He’d shit himself. Wake the hell up, Mel.
“What time is it?”
“It’s only 7:30 p.m. I guess we took a good nap. I’m starving though, and I thought I could order us some food. There’s a really good Chinese place two blocks down and they deliver, unless you’d prefer a real dinner out, but it sure is cozy in here.”
He kisses my temple. Not usually the type of thing a guy does when he’s ready for you to leave. He’s staring at me for an answer. I’m still in the fog of my ridiculous dream. It felt so real. I nod my head, better than nothing, and he hops out of bed to grab his phone. He must eat their food often; he has the number in his contacts.
“Anything you like in particular or can I choose?”
Still nonverbal, I shrug my shoulders. He looks quizzically at me, and I hear him order enough food for an army.
“We have thirty minutes.”
He wiggles his eyebrows up and down and dives back into bed. The sheer size of him makes my whole body bounce off the mattress like a trampoline. It cracks him up so he stands on his one good leg and starts jumping up and down like a three-year-old. I can’t help but start laughing, too. Oh shit, I’m going to pee myself! I leap out of bed and search for the bathroom.
“Help, please! Where is the bathroom in this place?”
“Down the hall, on the left.”
I can still hear him laughing from inside the bathroom. He sounds young and carefree when he laughs like that. I finish my business, thankful I didn’t have to change his sheets, and go back to the bedroom. He’s not in here. I smell sulphur, like a match, and I let my nose lead me to the source. He’s lit a fire in his fireplace. I didn’t even notice he had one earlier. He’s thrown his sweatpants back on, and is in the kitchen where he’s perusing a large wine rack.
“You have me at a clothing disadvantage here. I’m going to throw something on.”
“Here, I brought this for you.”
He walks over and hands me a huge, velour robe. It feels like I’m hugging a giant bunny, it’s so soft. On me it looks like the ugliest ball gown one could imagine. It drags the ground, and the shoulders drape off the sides. He adjusts it on me and pulls the belt tight.
“Are you cold? I thought you might be. Want a glass of wine while we wait for the food? I like a nice white with greasy Chinese food, how about you?”
His smile could move mountains. He’s in such a great mood, like he doesn’t have a care in the world. Good sex does that, although I can barely speak or move. He’s laid out a couple of floor pillows and throws for us in front of the fire. Other than two large couches, that’s about all there is in this room. He hands me a wine glass, and when I reach my hand up to take it, the sleeve of the robe is hanging down over my hand by a good foot. I look like a mangled Muppet. I roll it up, and take the glass. It tastes good. Perfectly chilled, and just a little sweet. I’m warm, cozy, drinking wine, and sitting next to a gorgeous man in front of a fireplace. Heaven. He snuggles in beside me just in time for the doorbell to buzz.
“Damn! Dinner is served I guess.”
He swears as he gets up to answer the door. I feel foolish in my giant robe, but at least it’s covering everything. I stand to see if I can help. The delivery guy spots me, and I hear him mumble something to Brian as he nods in my direction. Brian laughs, and sends him on his way, apparently with an extremely generous tip because the guy is still thanking him after he closes the door.
“What was that all about? What did he say?”
“Oh nothing, he was just being a smartass. He mentioned that it was nice to see a woman in my place.”
He looks embarrassed; his cheeks are red.
“How often do you see that guy?”
“What can I say? I really like their food. Probably once or twice a week, maybe more.”
“So you’ve never shared this delicacy with another woman? I feel flattered.”
I throw my hand to my throat in an old-fashioned gesture. He looks serious.
“Well, truth is I really don’t date much, at all, really. At least not for a while now. Let’s eat, shall we? I’m famished.”
So many hints to so many things. He’ll open up, I’m sure. I know he shares a lot with Jason, maybe if he gains my trust he’ll share with me too. Here’s hoping I get the chance. I was much hungrier than I thought. He’s right, too, I could eat my body weight in this food, it’s so delicious. It doesn’t take us long to finish everything.
“Wow! I’m
glad I ordered what I did. Nice to see a woman who’s not afraid to eat!”
I have no shame. I pat my belly.
“Yeah, and that’s after three hot dogs at the game. I’m usually much more careful about what I put in my mouth.”
Pun not intended, but he starts to giggle. His face is turning red again, too; it’s so cute.
“I’m glad, having just been there not too long ago.”
I lightly slap him, and he picks me up in his arms to go back to our cozy nook in front of the fire. We cuddle up, and enjoy the silence together. The crackling fire is mesmerizing. I feel myself begin to doze off in his arms.
“About the other day…”
Maybe not. I guess he wants to talk now.
“I’m really sorry about that. I didn’t realize I would be affected that way until Jill began to speak. She was right about giving someone hope. The fact that I can do anything to help is beyond humbling, and amazing given my background.”
Oh shit. He’s really in the mood to talk. I don’t want to spoil it so I let him ramble.
“I was born homeless.”
I don’t want to show pity, but that’s all I feel. I knew there was something deep in him; I just never guessed it would be something like this. No wonder he was upset. I can’t control my tears as they pour down my face. He looks up and sees me.
“Oh please don’t. Please don’t cry for me, there’s no sense crying over the past. I wouldn’t be where I am today if it weren’t for where I’ve been.”
He’s so real, so sincere. I can’t help myself, I pull his face in to mine, and kiss him gently. Our kissing becomes more desperate, more needy. He picks me up and sets me on his lap. His hands are tangled in my hair as we kiss. He tastes of wine and spicy Chinese food, and it’s intoxicating. He’s intoxicating to me no matter what he smells or tastes like. I feel like a drug addict begging for another hit. I hate to interrupt his opening up to me, but it would seem he now has other plans.
He lays me down gently on my back in front of the fire. The glow of the flames makes his face godlike. The sadness is gone for now, replaced with desire. I feel his cock harden as our kisses deepen. I untie the belt of my robe and let it fall open to reveal my body. I nudge him to roll over so that I can get on top of him. The robe falls to cover us both, and create a warm tent. I reach down and place him inside me. He’s still sticky from our lovemaking before, and it enhances the feeling. I sit up and straddle him only for the robe to fall off of me and expose us both to the cold air. The fire warms our naked bodies quickly, and I begin to ride him. I like this position, I can control how deep he’s in me, and I can rub my clitoris against his warm body. He helps to guide me up and down on his cock, never rushing or pushing too hard. He places both hands on my ample tits and squeezes them firmly. He reaches up to place my nipple in his mouth, and gently suckles with his tongue. I feel my orgasm start to come in hard fast waves. He senses it from my body, and releases himself along with me. That one sneaked up on me.
