Win for Love

by Isabelle Peterson

  But he’s not naked. Not fully. Not yet. I look down to his perfectly cut V and the golden trail of hair that disappears into his pants. David, taking note of what my eyes are taking in, undoes the button and zipper then tucks his thumbs into the waistband, and he slides the jeans down making quite a show of releasing his cock. On other men, the act might seem conceited. Where David is concerned, the act seems simply confident and seductive.

  He takes a step toward me, but I’m not done. His body, his gorgeous body, there in the moonlight, is like a sculpture that belongs in the art museum. “Wait,” I murmur. “It’s my turn to look."

  A sheepish smile curls his lips up at the corners as I peruse every inch of his form. His defined pecs. His sculpted arms. His washboard abs. The V. And, oh my stars, his penis. It’s gorgeous! Can I say that? And larger than I expected. Thicker. Longer.

  “Want to see my back, too?” he asks, probably joking.

  I nod, my mouth already salivating over what I’ve seen.

  He laughs lightly, and I watch as his strong, lean legs take a step as he turns and shows me his backside. From his broad shoulders to his narrow hips, his back is perfect. And now, I’m not really one to swear, but fuck! his ass is unrivaled!

  David looks over his shoulder and says, “Are you done? Because if I can’t get my hands back on you in three seconds, I may lose my mind.”

  I grin and bite my lip, giving him a slight nod.

  In a flash, he’s straddling me and bracing himself on his elbows as he cradles my head in his hands, kissing me deeply and rubbing his body up and down mine. The full body contact of skin is sensory overload from the soft hairs on his chest to his hot cock nestled between my legs.

  David slides down my body, kissing every inch along the way. He finally is back at the apex of my thighs, and he eases my legs open. I’ve never been so exposed as David surveys what’s before him, leaving me writhing and moaning, completely unable to control my response.

  At the same time, I’m scared out of my mind. Usually, the attention isn’t so focused on me. It’s always been about the guy getting his rocks off.

  The attention, the vulnerability, the sensations—it’s all so overpowering as his tongue flicks at my bundle of nerves. I’m riding so high on the verge of release, but I’m not given the satisfaction. Instead, David continues keeping me on the edge, delirious, and dizzy.

  I mutter something, beg really, but I’m not even sure what I’ve said as shocks start to course through me. I’m ready to lose my mind and desperate to come. However, David has other ideas. He leaves my epicenter and licks and nips at my inner thighs. He kisses my lower belly. His hands slide everywhere they can reach from my breasts down to my calves. Then he resumes languidly tonguing me, at times licking me like an ice cream cone in the August heat, and other times sucking on my sensitive bud like it’s an everlasting gobstopper with so many other techniques in between. When he slips a finger inside of me, I feel myself clench down on him, and he gasps.

  “Mmm,” he moans, the vibrations ripping through me are nearly my undoing.

  I tilt my hips rhythmically, fucking his finger, but he puts a stop to that with a large hand splayed on my lower belly holding me still. His fingers go to work furiously inside of me, and his thumb presses onto my clit in small circles with one hand while I’m pinned with the other.

  And then, the dam breaks. I shatter. I feel my body trembling, my mind exploding as an orgasm like no other ravages my body.

  I’m lost—gone. I’m not Crystal. I’m not Talia.

  I’m David’s.

  DAVID

  “You are amazing. That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I whisper in her ear as she starts to return to her body.

  She looks at me, her clear blue eyes appearing darker in the aftermath of that orgasm.

  “Your turn,” she says, a wicked glint in her eye as she pushes me onto my back and kisses me.

  Good God in Heaven, give me restraint.

  Playfully, she kisses and nips my neck and over my chest, her soft reddish-brown hair dragging over my skin. Her delicate lips clamp over my nipple, and she flicks at it with her tongue causing a ripple of shocks to radiate through my body. One of her hands snakes lower, and she curls her fingers dragging her nails up my body. I grip at the bedsheets so I don’t grab her head and shove her over my dick, so I can feel that perfect mouth on my desperate cock.

  I look down at her as I feel her tongue dragging over my chest and start to move downward. When she glances up at me, I almost come.

  Not wanting to end things early, I squeeze my eyes shut and think about spreadsheets and mergers. I think about sailing knots and lacrosse strategies. But all those ideas fly out of my mind as I feel her small hand wrap around my shaft. My eyes fly open, and I look down. The sight of those tiny fingers wrapped around my thickness and riding up and down avoiding the crown of my dick, makes me moan. I bite my lip, so I don’t cry out.

  She leans over me and tilts her head sideways then drags her tongue up to the ridge of the head of my cock and back down. Her hair is blocking some of the view, so I reach down and brush her hair to one side for the most erotic show unfolding just for me.

  She gently takes hold of my shaft again as she finally runs her tongue over and around the head of my pulsing cock. When the head disappears into her sweet, hot mouth, I thread my fingers in her hair and grip it, not to shove her down on me, but to keep her from taking things too quickly. I’m doing all I can to keep from exploding, and if she moves much more quickly, I’m going to lose the battle.

  She looks up at me and gives a small smile around my erection, her eyes shining brightly, and she lowers her head and takes more of me in. She doesn’t get too far, but supplements with her hand and starts to slowly move up and down. Her hand… her mouth… twisting and swirling. She starts to pick up the pace, and I can’t take it any longer, but I don’t want to go off like this. Not in her mouth. I want my dick deep inside of her. I want to make her come again, and I want to be there with her.

  “Hey, hey, hey,” I hush, pulling her off me as gently as I can when I really want to flip her onto her back and thrust into her until I’m balls deep.

  Instead, I reach down and pull her up and roll her onto her back and straddle myself over her. The expression on her face is wild and hungry, her lips are swollen and red. Calm down, David, I warn myself. I lean over her and cradle her head in my hands. “That sweet mouth is gonna end this way too quickly. We have time. I want to make this last as long as I can.”

  Her breath hitches then picks up a rapid pace sounding desperate.

  I lean down to her heaving chest and place a kiss just between her breasts then trail kisses up to her neck then over to her ear. I need to slow this down.

  Her hands grasp at my back, and her body writhes and stretches under me and is tantamount to torture—delicious torture—and I’m enjoying doing the same to her. I point my tongue and trace the top curve of her ear until I get to the soft, fleshy lobe and put it into my mouth dragging my teeth down, releasing it. I’m rewarded with her whimpers and more restrained wiggling between my legs.

  My lips return to her kiss, and I claim that mewling mouth. She returns my kisses, then whispers against my mouth, “Please. I need you.”

  I pull back and search her eyes. I can see the need. My dick throbs hungrily.

  Quickly, I reach for the condoms in my side drawer. I can’t get her pregnant, but she doesn’t need to know that right now. Besides, I don’t know her sexual history nor does she know mine. I pull out a foil packet. For a moment, I contemplate grabbing two and using them both to dull the sensations, fearful of coming the second I’m inside of her.

  I tear open the package and ‘standing’ up on my knees, I roll the latex over me as Talia watches every moment. Fuck!

  Once the condom is all the way on, Talia spreads her legs for me. In a shot, I’m between her legs and leaning over her, kissing her deeply, hoping that I can convey just how v
ery much she means to me. Can a kiss say, ‘You mean the world to me?’ And is that possible after just a few days of knowing someone?

  She wraps her legs around my hips and her arms around my torso, and her hips come up to mine. She rubs herself on my impossibly stiff dick, and I lose control.

  I reach down and line myself up then pull my mouth from hers. I want to watch her face as I enter her. Our eyes lock, and I press forward looking for any sign that I’m hurting her.

  After the head is in, she gasps. “Are you okay?” I ask. I’m not being boastful, but I know that I’m not ‘average’ in size.

  “Y-yeah,” she mutters. “Please. Keep going.”

  With every molecule of restraint I can muster, I continue as slowly as I can letting her get accustomed to my size.

  Her ‘ahhh’s and ‘oooh’s with her eyes rolling back in her head has me at my wits’ end. I pull back and watch where we’re connected, her pussy stretched and hugging me. That wasn’t the right thing to do because now I’m done for. I fix my eyes on her face and thrust forward, faster than before, claiming her as mine.

  “Nnnggg,” she groans.

  “I’m sorry. I—”

  “You’re good. Sooo goood. Oh please, so good.”

  I swear I can feel her clenching all around me. I’m afraid to move, but I can’t stay still, and knowing she’s okay, I drop my head next to hers, and my hips pull back and push in again and again. She feels so perfect as though she were made for me. This is what it’s like. And I know right then that I will never let her go.

  She meets me thrust for thrust with her legs around my hips and her hands on my back. Small noises escape her mouth spurring me onward. My balls are pulled up tightly, long ready for release.

  “How close are you?” I ask.

  “Aaahhh… sooo… sooo,” she gasps.

  I maneuver myself so that I’m up on my knees and thrusting in. This is a show I don’t want to miss. I must see her come again. With me inside of her. Claiming her as mine. Forever.

  With every thrust, her perfect breasts jostle, and I’m trying to hold on until she starts her climax. I reach down and circle her slippery bud with my thumb, and like a button, she explodes on me, and I let go, pumping my release into her.

  It’s the longest orgasm of my life, and only made more intense by her incredible pussy gripping around me, repeatedly. I feel like I’m going to overfill the condom.

  I collapse on top of her, our bodies both covered in a layer of perspiration. Once we’ve gained our breath a bit, I carefully pull out of her and remove the condom, tying it off before tossing it into the trash can next to my bed.

  I curl myself around her, never wanting to let go. She is it for me. She’s the one. I don’t care what she’s hiding.

  We’re quiet for a while. I’m trying to figure out what to say to her to tell her how much she already means to me even though it’s been such a short period of time that I’ve known her, but at the same time, I don’t want to scare her and send her running for the hills. She’s young yet.

  I think she’s asleep when she says quietly, “You’ve ruined me, you know.”

  “How’s that?” I ask hoarsely, confused by her statement.

  “No one will ever measure up to that. To you.”

  Possessiveness rages through my body. I shift us so that I’m on top of her, and I gaze down intently into her silvery pools. “You’ll not have to worry about that because I’m not letting you go. Ever. You’ll never be with another man. Ever. You’re mine. Forever.” I search her face to see that she understands. As I hear those words leave my mouth, I know that no truer words have been spoken. She’s mine. “Do you hear me?” She nods, blinking quickly. “Tell me.”

  “I’m… yours?”

  “Not a question. Tell me.”

  She swallows and licks those perfect lips. “I’m yours,” she says more confidently.

  I lean down and kiss her, urgently, before pulling back and staring her down again. “Again. Tell me again.”

  “I’m yours… forever,” she says, a smile spreading across her lips and gracing her eyes.

  My dick pulses. “And I’m yours,” I say, pulling her leg aside and selfishly thrusting myself inside of her.

  Oh holy fucking mother of God. Without a condom on, she feels like heaven. I squeeze my eyes shut, knowing I shouldn’t have done that, yet, I couldn’t help myself.

  “It’s okay. I’m on the pill,” she says quietly. I can’t get her pregnant, so that wasn’t my concern, but apparently was to her. But it’s the ‘other’ question. “And have always been safe about sex.”

  Thank fuck!

  She’s mine. I’m hers.

  We’re together.

  Forever.

  19

  Beyond Words

  CRYSTAL

  At my back, I can feel his impressive, hot length press, throb, and strain. Practically unimaginable after the night we had, I recall the three times we ‘did it,’ and my body starts to come alive as well. There was the first time, David lavishing me with attention and literally making love to me. Then, after he made me profess that I was his, the intense, almost desperate, ‘fuck.’ And finally, there was the one when I woke up at five-thirty and saw his beautiful body there in the early morning sunlight and decided to have a little surprise fun by straddling him and ‘riding’ him to an incredible orgasm since I was his, after all.

  I wasn’t new to sex. Not by far. I’d lost my virginity when I was fourteen. “Thanks” to Kenny Jensen in the flatbed of his dad's pickup truck after our sophomore year Homecoming Dance. Since then, I’d had some partners, but what David and I did… that was not sex. It was a connection. It was beyond physical. Beyond words. I had never felt that way before.

  I peek one eye open and see that it’s nine-forty-five in the morning. And now I realize I have to pee.

  Carefully, I lift David’s arm, but when he feels the movement, his arm tightens, and he holds me to him. “Mn-nnn.”

  “But I have to pee,” I whisper.

  “Gah. Fine,” he mutters, releasing me.

  “Wait,” I say realizing what day it is. “It’s Monday! Don’t you have to get to work?”

  “I’m taking a personal day. I’m yours all day,” he says with a slow smile. “My boss will understand.”

  Hearing ‘I’m yours’ again makes my heart flutter.

  “Go, before you pee in my bed,” he says with a smirk. “Then I have to go.”

  I quickly walk into his bathroom painfully aware that David is watching my bare backside the whole time.

  I’d been in the bathroom in the middle of the night, so it was dark with a small motion sensor night light, and I hadn’t noticed the entire room. Like the rest of the apartment’s decor, it’s modern and comfortable with hints of old-world like distressed dark woods, but lightened and polished with marble, glass, and copper. I crave a bath in his giant aged-copper tub in one corner or even the luxury of the shower with two heads from the ceiling and sprayers on the walls. I duck into the small closet that houses the toilet and take care of business, my mind still trying to process the past twelve hours. Hell—trying to process the past five days. Or even the past two months since I won the lottery.

  I finish up and exit the ‘toilet room’ and am surprised to see that the shower is running. David is brushing his teeth in all his naked glory. He spits and rinses his toothbrush as I stand there wishing I felt as confident naked as he seems to be.

  “I was hoping you hadn’t fallen in,” he says with a wink, then pointing at the shower, says, “I kinda need to clean up.” He waves his hand over his belly, and I can see remnants of last night’s and this morning’s sexcapades. “Be right back,” he says, giving me a kiss on the forehead then heading to the toilet room. “Oh, I left a toothbrush for you on the counter.”

  While he’s taking care of business, I brush my teeth. I can't believe I'm standing in such a luxurious penthouse bathroom, in the nude, brushing my teeth. When did my
life turn into something that could have been in a movie?

  David exits the toilet room and washes his hands then kisses me with his minty mouth, long and deep.

  “C’mon,” he says with a quick tug to my hair. “I’m gonna wash this hair.”

  We step into the glorious sprays that surround us. True to his word, David washes my hair with strong, confident fingers. It’s the most wonderful feeling in the world.

  I grab the bar of soap and lather up David’s body, taking special care with his abs where he had pointed out the dried cum necessitating this shower. Then I lather his beautiful cock and, with no great surprise, the monster grows and stiffens in my hand. I rinse it lovingly, then drop to my knees to give it an ‘extra special cleaning.’ David’s hands grip my head, and he guides me slowly and deliberately, his hips thrusting into my mouth, yet careful not to go too deep and gag me.

  But before I can get him off, he pulls me up and turns me so that my back is to his chest, and his hands get to work stimulating my clit and bringing me perilously close to orgasm. Sensing I’m close, David bends me over and has me put my hands on the corner seat of the shower, and he sinks into me from behind in one swift stroke.

  We’re both moaning, our voices echoing off the walls and glass. David has me coming in no time, then lets himself go, spasming into me, filling me with his release.

  He cleans me up, then himself. Afterward, he wraps me in the fluffiest towels I’ve ever touched and then lends me one of his cotton bathrobes.

  He makes us coffee, and we have a light breakfast, or I guess brunch, of toast and berries on his balcony.

  “What would you like to do today?” David asks.

  I spot the giant Ferris wheel I’d seen on the tour I took of the city when I first moved here. “Let’s do that! Let’s go to Navy Pier.”

  David smiles at me and says, “Anything for you. Besides, it’s one of my favorite places.”

  “Just one thing,” I say.