The traffic from the Staple Center to Pasadena was surprisingly light and he found himself pulling into her parking lot a few minutes early. He sent her a courtesy text, letting her know he was there and she quickly replied, inviting him to come right up. She had promised him a home cooked meal and he wondered what she was going to serve. Since he hadn’t eaten since early that morning he was already starving. He could smell rich spices in the hallway just outside her apartment and his stomach growled in anticipation. He knocked on the door and thought he heard her say something, but he wasn’t quite sure what. He went ahead and tried the door and it opened.
When he stepped inside she greeted him with a cheeky smile. It took him a second or two to realize that she was not wearing anything under her frilly apron, but as soon as it was clear, he quickly shut the door, dropping his keys and phone on the table.
“Come here,” he demanded, holding his arms out to her.
She went to him swiftly, falling into his embrace, and kissing him passionately. He wrapped his hands around her bottom and lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around him. His cock got rock hard instantly, as it pressed against her nakedness.
Perfect timing, he thought playfully, holding her up against the wall. She was full of surprises. Her kisses were frenzied and full of need, and served to fuel his own desire.
“Where,” he growled, carrying her down the short hallway, wanting more than anything to free up his hands so he could touch her.
“You decide,” Nora breathed, sinking her teeth into his neck.
The gesture sent a thrill through him.
He wanted to take her right then and there, lay her out over the side of the couch and take her from behind, pounding himself into her with the desperation he felt. He had fantasized about fucking her just about every night since they met, taking her in every way, filling every hole. In his fantasies he was a fucking beast, a bad boy, and she loved it, but this was real life and he was a gentleman. He wanted this to be all about her, to make her feel special, and cared for.
“Bedroom,” he moaned, making his way towards her chambers.
She sighed heavily in his ear, a signal he took for assent. He kicked her door open with his foot, nearly dropping her.
“You can put me down,” she chuckled, loosening her grip around his neck.
“Not a chance,” he growled, adjusting his stance.
He easily carried her over to the bed and laid her down gently, kissing her softly on the lips. He loosened the apron ties around her neck and waist, then peeled it away and tossed it on to the floor, pausing to take in her beauty. She was the epitome of femininity with those voluptuous curves. All woman, soft flesh, curvy breasts, and full hips that framed her pretty, trimmed pussy. She was perfection.
She watched him looking at her, a mischievous smile on her lips as he grinned back at her hungrily, his eyes lit with need.
“One of us is way over dressed,” she teased, tugging on his shirt.
“Well, we’ll have to remedy that,” he agreed, shifting himself off of her.
He quickly undressed, pleased that Nora was watching him. She didn’t seem apprehensive at all, and he hoped that his own nervousness was well hidden. He dropped his clothes on the floor piece by piece then climbed back on the bed beside her, pulling her on top off him. She had no objections, and instead giggled playfully while she straddled one leg on either side of him. His cock twitched uncontrollably against her pussy, as though straining to penetrate her. She brought her parted lips down on his, forcing her tongue into his mouth, her fingers tangled into his hair. She was assertive, desperate, almost greedy with need, and he was digging it! He moaned his approval, grabbing her plump ass cheeks in both hands, and grinding her clit with his cock. The pressure was exquisite.
“Fuck, I want you,” she purred. “You have no idea how much I have wanted this.”
“Me too,” he agreed, kissing her neck, and tasting the salty sweetness of her flesh.
Her perfume intoxicated him and he wanted to taste more of her. He easily flipped her over, switching places with her. He nibbled down her neck stopping to pull one full nipple into his mouth, and then the other, sucking her as tenderly as he could. He swirled her buds with his tongue using every ounce of his self-control not to bite her. God how he wanted to. Instead, he pulled himself away and kissed her between her breasts, trailing his tongue down to her navel. She sucked in her breath violently, raising her hips underneath him, squirming under his touch. He loved her reaction and felt encouraged to do whatever he could to elicit that response again and again. His cock dripped and throbbed between his legs, anticipating the pleasure to come.
He looked up at her for approval before nestling himself between her legs. She smiled at him dreamily, and opened her legs for him, inviting him to feast. He was more than happy to oblige and kissed all around her mound, using his tongue to gently coax open her swollen lips. He licked from her juicy hole all the way up to her clit, seducing a deep, and throaty moan from her. Her cream was both sweet and tangy, like an aged bourbon, but without the bite. He couldn’t get enough. As he traced the folds of her pussy with his tongue, she twitched and moaned her approval, knitting her fingers through his hair. Each time he would land on a pleasurable zone, she pulled him closer, silently teaching him where her hot spots were. He was an eager student, tucking the knowledge in a safe place so he could draw on it whenever needed. He hoped that would be often.
He plunged two long fingers deep inside her, using his thumb to tease her clit. She inhaled sharply.
“Hmmm,” she moaned, raising her hips to his mouth, “don’t stop.”
He wouldn’t dream of it, he thought, as he played with her peach, offering her his mouth once more. He fucked her with his fingers while his tongue lapped at her clit. She cried out again, her thighs tightening around him as she came. He did his best not to break rhythm, wanting her pleasure to last for as long as possible. When she finally loosened her grip, he carefully pulled his fingers out of her, and then crawled up the bed to lay beside her. She gently played with his hair, catching her breath. He kissed her on the forehead, catching her eyes as he pulled away. There was a gleam in them that told him she wasn’t done.
He was still hard as a rock and desperate to fuck her, but he had a problem. He didn’t have a condom. He must have had a look of panic on his face, because Nora reached out and caressed his arm.
“What’s wrong?” she asked gently, offering him a kind look.
“Um... I... well... I came unprepared... I wasn’t thinking,” he sputtered, feeling more than a little embarrassed. For the past few dates he had made sure to throw a few condoms in his pocket, but because he came right from practice, it just never occurred to him. “Fuck!”
“Drawer, right beside you,” she whispered, pointing over his shoulder.
He smiled at her gratefully, relief washing over him, as he opened the drawer to find an unopened box of condoms waiting for him.
“You never know,” she mused, playfully tapping his ass.
He rolled back towards her and kissed her.
“Will you do the honors?” he teased, handing her the condom.
She snatched it from his hands with a cheeky grin.
“It would be my pleasure,” she agreed, ripping open the package, “but just a taste first.”
She gently urged him back into the pillows and then kissed down his chest, following the treasure trail of the soft hair down his abdomen. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and brought her mouth down over the tip of his cock. The warmth from her tongue instantly sent shivers of pleasure through his gut. He placed a gentle hand on top of her dark hair, encouraging her to continue. She lapped at his pre-cum, while her hand stroked him back to full attention. Her moans while she pleasured him were enough to send him right over the edge but he wanted to be inside another hole, so he did his best to focus on not exploding down her throat while she lapped, licked and sucked his cock.
“Nora,” he ch
oked, barely able to squeak out her name. “God, this feels amazing, but I haven’t fucked a woman in a long time. I don’t think I can last much longer.”
Nora pulled her mouth slowly off him, her eyes locked to his.
“Sorry,” she giggled, “allow me.”
She pulled the condom out of the wrapper and rolled it over his rock hard erection before shimmying up his body. As soon as she was in his arms he playfully flipped her on her back, pressing his lips onto hers. She opened her legs for him and he quickly penetrated her. He fucked her slowly and tenderly, holding her wrists above her head, her beautiful breasts pressing against his chest. He wanted her to cum again and tried his best to bring her there, but his impatient cock betrayed him. Her soft mews and hot breath on his neck pushed him to the edge of madness, but the moment she wrapped her legs tightly around his ass he was a goner. He buried his face into her neck, trying to control his groans, slamming into her until he came. It was one of the most intense climaxes he had ever experienced. It felt as though he was sharing the core of his soul with her.
He rested for a moment or two while he caught his breath. She patiently waited, gently stroking his back with her fingertips. It was a tender moment and he didn’t want it to end, but he was certain she couldn’t support his weight much longer. He shifted up on his forearms, and was greeted by the sweetest smile. He kissed her forehead and rolled himself off of her.
“I’ll be back. Don’t move,” he requested cheerfully, making his way to the bathroom.
When he returned, Nora was sitting on the edge of the bed, the sheets pulled up around her. Her hair was tousled and tangled, wildly framing her flushed face. She looked like a well fucked angel. He sat on the bed beside her and offered her a gentle kiss.
“Well, that was some greeting,” he teased, taking her hands in his own.
She chuckled softly, nodding her head in agreement.
“Would you have preferred a simple hello?” she asked playfully.
Gage raised his brows, shaking his head slowly.
“Absolutely not. I liked the apron.”
“I thought you would... are you hungry?” she asked suddenly, as though she just realized they hadn’t eaten yet.
“Famished. It smells delicious,” he admitted, reaching down for his clothes. “Shall we get dressed?”
“Yes. I’m just going to wash up. I’ll meet you out there?” she agreed.
She stood up, modestly pulling the sheet around her before leaning in to kiss him.
“Can I do anything to help?” he asked, pulling his boxers up.
“Just open the wine on the counter. I won’t be long.”
He wrapped one arm around her and pulled her in for a kiss before she could slip away.
* * *
Nora had prepared an amazing meal and Gage helped himself to two large portions, having worked up an incredible appetite. He felt completely satisfied in every way. They made their way into the living room to cuddle on the couch and polish off the bottle of wine. She snuggled under his arm and rested her head on his chest while they listed to some smooth jazz. He affectionately played with her hair, just happy to be near her. She seemed unusually quiet and Gage wondered what was on her mind, or if something was troubling her.
“You ok?” he asked quietly, kissing the top of her head. She sighed softly and nodded, tightening her embrace as though to reassure him.
“I’m good. I just have a lot on my mind,” she offered quietly, lacing her fingers into his. “It just feels so good.”
“What does, my beauty?” Gage asked, bringing her fingers to his lips.
“Relaxing on the couch, listening to music, just chilling together. It feels nice,” she explained quietly, her voice filled with sincerity.
He couldn’t agree more. The more time he spent with Nora, the better it was. He hadn’t expected things to unfold the way they had that day, but he was happy they did. Nora surprised him, but in the best way possible. Admittedly, he was a shy guy and not the best at reading signals, so he didn’t mind a bit that she initiated their love making. It was fucking hot! She had this way of coaxing out his playful side, making him feel more self-assured.
“What’s on your mind?” he asked, curious about her take on the day.
She was quiet for a long time before she finally spoke.
“Honestly, I’m just thinking about you and me,” she admitted, sitting up so they could see one another.
“And?” he pressed, hoping she was on the same page as he was.
She smiled warmly at him, her eyes glowing in the candlelight, but said nothing. She looked happy.
“Come here,” he said, leaning in towards her.
She offered her lips to him and they kissed, tenderly, romantically. He let his hand slowly explore her body, first tracing her cheek bones then moving down the angles of her collar bones to her cleavage. He slowly opened the zipper that held together the front of her blouse, revealing her lacy black bra. She giggled as he nibbled on her neck. He had to admit, it turned him on that she was ticklish, especially when she squirmed and moaned underneath him. It made his cock rock hard.
“Let’s go to bed,” he said, standing up and lifting her off the couch.
She blew out the candles and let him lead her into the bedroom, where they made love again.
CHAPTER 16
NORA
When Nora woke up, Gage was already gone. He had told her he had an early morning practice and then a flight to catch so he probably wouldn’t be there when she woke up. He held her after they had made love the night before, and talked quietly before they fell asleep, with him spooned around her.
At one point during their conversation she asked him straight up if he would have initiated sex that night if she hadn’t. He said he didn’t think he would have, but that he was happy she did. She asked him what had been holding him back and he admitted that in the past he had jumped into bed with women too quickly and it never seemed to work out. He had been down the same road time and time again and he was still single. When he met her he knew he wanted things to be different, so he wanted to take things slow, allow them time to get to know each other, and build a true connection and maybe more. She liked that answer.
She hoped that after last night Gage would come out of his shell and be more assertive with her. Their love making was pleasant, satisfying even, but if she was being completely truthful, she needed more. Gage seemed very subdued in the bedroom. Was he holding back? Was there a naughty boy in there somewhere? Did he have a wild side? She wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, so that once he loosened up he could be more commanding and self-assured. They shared an honest connection, no question about it, but was there a potential for something more?
She once heard lyrics to a Tammy Wynette song that seemed appropriate, something like “there’s nothing as hot as a slow burning fire.” She really hoped this would prove true for them, both in the bedroom, and out.
Dressed for the day, she made her way into the kitchen to brew some coffee. She was pleasantly surprised to find the dirty dishes had been washed and the kitchen cleaned. When he offered to tidy up the night before she had insisted she would do them the next day, not wanting to waste a single second cleaning when they could be snuggling on the couch and drinking wine. He must have gotten up really early and tidied up while she slept. She was suddenly overwhelmed by his thoughtfulness and felt her heart swell with joy. She smiled softly to herself, filling the coffee pot with water. Who does that, she wondered fondly? He was such a great guy.
So why did she have such mixed emotions?
Later that morning, taking a break between clients, she checked her email. She was surprised to find a message from Gage.
Good morning, beautiful. I’m just sitting at the airport waiting for our flight to board. I haven’t been able to get you off my mind. Last night was perfect.
Nora took a deep breath and let it out slowly, biting her bottom lip. She wondered if he truly felt that way. T
he email continued.
I know it has been challenging to see each other because of my fucked up schedule, but the season will be over soon. Things are going to be a lot different for me when that happens, especially if I retire from the NHL. Let’s be honest, this will offer potential for things to evolve for us, maybe even taking our relationship to the next level. From casual dating to maybe something more exclusive? No pressure, Nora. I’m not expecting an answer right now. I’m just throwing it out there to think about. We can talk about it more over the next few weeks. I just wanted to let you know where my head is at. You’re so beautiful, smart, sexy and real. I hope this doesn’t sound trite, but I’m crazy about you. Actually, come to think of it, saying trite might be a little trite. LOL!
Nora smiled, rereading his words one more time. Gage always wore his heart on his sleeve. She appreciated that he never made her guess what was on his mind, or worse, second guess herself. She pressed the reply button and quickly responded, hoping he would get her email before he had to board.
I adore trite (especially when a big, strong hockey player says it). I’m pretty smitten with you too. (Come to think of it, who says smitten?) Thanks for taking care of the dishes this morning. So damn thoughtful. You gave me a lot to ponder and I promise you won’t be far from my thoughts. Let’s talk more next week. Still getting together next Tuesday? We can talk then. Nora xo
She sent the email off with just enough time to grab a tea before her next patient came in.
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