Wanting So Bad, Loving So Good

by Bella Bentley

  I studied it and fingered the material. “I’ll just have to change bras.”

  “I can do that for you.”

  He unhooked my bra and his warm large hands cupped my soft breasts, his fingers squeezing my nipple in between each fingers sent instant shivers over my body and I instantly pooled for him. I’d have to change panties. His warm wet lips were on my neck. I melted back into him. I looked at us in the full-length golden baroque mirror and saw myself in another world. A world of luxury. A world of fantasy. But I saw one thing that was real: a desire so good between us. So real. There was no denying it.

  “I just can’t keep my hands off of you. I just want you all to myself. I could live off of you. You’re like a drug to me.” He said huskily. “But I’ll let you dress and give your body a little rest because I have a lot in store for you tonight.” He winked.

  Chapter Eighteen

  The energy between us shifted, we were both dressed to the nines. He wore some dark gray designer suit, no doubt, and the fabric had a shiny hue to it. Light 1940’s jazz era music played in the background and the tiki torches lit in rows along the sidewalks lined with fragrant flowers, illuminated his skin, giving him a glowing aura.

  As I admired the pinot noir wine, I thought about how I had never had sex this much in my life in one day. Well, except that one night at the club. I still felt slightly tipsy from my champagne with Logan and felt I could say anything and everything.

  We talked, enjoying stories from his teenage years and what it was like growing up in a minster’s home. I laughed at all the pranks and jokes he pulled around the church and pictured him as the cutest boy ever with those tender eyes of his.

  “So what do you do outside of work?” I asked bravely.

  He cut into his steak and said, “I really don’t work that much anymore. I’m retired, I guess you can say.” He finished chewing his meat, his expression becoming serious.

  I shot him a look which made him smile a tad.

  “How...how old are you?”

  He continued chewing as he mumbled the number “I’m 30. I play. I made my money early on and unlike some men, I don’t have to be the richest. I want to enjoy the pleasures of life. I couldn’t spend all my money in this lifetime if I tried. Not bragging by the way. Just the facts.”

  “I just...wonder, I mean...no offense, but was just wondering if you know, you ever get bored?”

  “Hobbies.”

  “Hobbies?”

  “I read. I write. I spend time in good company. Oh, and I’m a winemaker. I guess that counts as something since I’m very hands-on and I’m in the vineyards a lot. And like I mentioned earlier, I also have a few orphanages I run so between teaching kids....”

  Oh I was his right then and there with that orphanage talk. He could get into my panties right in that instant. I absentmindedly sighed at this truth. Every moment spent with him I felt more intricately sewn to him like an innate pattern that couldn’t be sliced apart by one swift snap of the scissors. No, there was major weaving happening between us.

  “And playing, having sex....”

  There was a slight pouring of more wine into his glass that disrupted my thoughts of our sewing pattern. I watched as he studied the liquid sparkling in the candlelight.

  “About that. How many...I’m afraid to ask this question. I mean we did meet at a sex club.”

  “I’m clean if that’s what you’re asking.” He quickly said as he winked. “I’m always a careful, careful man.” His grin bubbled.

  There was no hiding the intimidation in my eyes. He instantly reached for my hand and kissed it delicately. “No other woman I have ever been with strikes me like you do. You are one of a kind, my beauty.”

  I shook my head in disbelief.

  “I just...don’t get that, honestly. And, confession here. I mean, I’ve only been with one other person. You’ve been with I don’t know how many. I’m quite inexperienced.” I was being total Honest-Abe here with all the alcohol!

  He shook his head and sucked in a quick breath. “Oh no,” he said with a growl. “You know exactly what you are doing. Like a natural.” He said as he adjusted in his seat. “See, there you go again, leaving me unable to get up from this table right now.” He bit is lower lip and my eyes stared at that lower pout. The energy between us buzzed and I hung on his every word as I absentmindedly stuck my pinkie nail between my teeth. His eyes focused in on the gesture but quickly looked back to his wine and continued speaking.

  “I was lost a bit in my early twenties when I had a sudden wealth situation. I was escaping my upbringing and what can I say, I’m a man. I escaped through—”

  “I understand.” I cut him off, incredibly buzzed. “Like a man needs sex, a woman needs—“

  “Attention, affection, talking, shopping, diamonds, sweet words, chocolate, and more talking.”

  I smiled.

  “I know how to take care of a woman and I intend on spoiling you rotten every spare second I have here with you.”

  I shook my head and blew a loose tendril out of my eyes. “You don’t have to spoil me for me to like you. I like you, Kyle.”

  A moment of silence floated between us as the soothing waves made up for empty chatter. Something shifted on his face and I couldn’t tell what it was. Whatever it was, it went away as quickly as it had appeared and he reached by his side and produced a box wrapped in black velvet with a white satin bow. He pushed it across the table to me.

  “I have something for you,” he smiled almost shyly as he scratched the back of his ear.

  “Beautiful wrapping. What is it?” I played with the ribbon. My dark eyes lifted to meet his that were filled with a light dance.

  “Why don’t you open the box and find out?”

  Oh something about that look in his eyes told me I was in for it...

  I untied the slick black ribbon. The metallic wrapping paper was thick beneath my fingers and contrasted against my white nail polish. It was truly the most luxurious wrapping I’d ever seen. But never mind the details! What was in the box?

  I carefully unwrapped the ribbon.

  “You’re killing me, babe. Just tear it open already!”

  “But the wrapping is so pretty.”

  He gave me a look that was to die for—a look that read if you don’t open it up I’m going to come over there and make you scream my name.

  I smiled at him, daring him to make me do just that.

  “Okay, okay. Wrapping coming off.”

  “That won’t be the only thing coming off.” He winked.

  This shot shivers down my spine and a warm sensation pulsated down to my sex. I re-crossed my legs and cleared my throat. I was just about to open the box when I decided to take another sip of my Pinot Noir—why not tease him a bit?

  “Yum...I just love the way...” I said in a sexy deep voice as if to say, I just love the way I feel when you’re in me.

  “Damnit, Kenzie! You’re driving me absolute mad!” He fingered his neck collar and was just about to reach for the box when I finally gave up my prolonging.

  “I know but it’s so fun. Okay.” I opened the box and saw the most exquisite luxurious string of dark jewels encased in small rectangle shapes, hung in different positions draped together with a dainty strip of black lace. I held it up and studied it. It was the most beautiful vintage necklace I had ever seen. I couldn’t even guess how much it was worth. I was done guessing the cost of things by now.

  “This necklace is stunning.” My fingers trailed along the smooth stones, and I held it back inches away letting the candlelight cause the sparkles to dance.

  I looked up at him in amazement as his chuckle turned to nearly choking on his wine from laughter.

  “It’s not a necklace.” He finally managed to say after he took a sip of water and pounded his chest. His own eyes sparkled and he covered his mouth, trying to stifle a few more coughs and laughs.

  “It’s not?”

  “No,” he took a few more sips of wate
r and cleared his throat. Now he was being the one drawing it out driving me mad!

  “What is it? What’s so funny?”

  “It’s a hip necklace. You wear it right on your hipbones and it drapes just over the top of your ass cheeks.”

  I nodded my head. “Oh,”.

  I suddenly felt stupid. Of course it was a hip-necklace! Because let’s see...I’ve worn one like...never!

  “Will you wear this for me tonight?”

  “Well, of course. I mean it’s gorgeous.” I continued to stare at the hip necklace picturing him admiring me in it while I was on top of him, with his hands firmly holding my waist as I rode him hard and smooth. I was growing wetter by the minute.

  Could we just skip desert already, please?

  “Okay, confession. You ready for it?” He pulled away as he took a sip of his wine. “Ever since I rescued you that night from that pig, I knew the grand plans he had for you because of his favorite rumored form of sport—that is code for his favorite way to fuck...and well, it’s been driving me absolutely crazy.”

  “Why?”

  “Oh, babe. Come on, you know why.”

  My stomach flipped and I knew what he meant.

  I was about to have my first time back there.

  I gulped down a few butterflies and reached for another sip of Pinot and finished it swiftly. As the smooth liquid went down, I turned to look into his tantalizing brown eyes. His thick eye lashes. That dark line on his lower lash that I could swear was eyeliner. That face. His body. His soul. I sighed in absolute bliss at this pull.

  Kyle could climb all over me and climb to the top of Mount Everest with me if he wanted to. I was in the palm of his delicious hand and there was no other place I wanted to be than with him there. With him now.

  “You want to fuck me in the ass.” The words came out blunt.

  “Well, since you said so.” He teased as he laughed a belly laugh, which I joined. My hair fell in my face and I tucked the tendrils behind my ears as I looked into those mischievous magical eyes of his.

  My eyes searched his as I could have sworn he blushed.

  “Yes, my dear. I do.”

  Instantly three emotions surfaced like a giant tidal wave—nervousness, thrill and most of all, an incredible intense lust for the forbidden unknown I had yet to try.

  Chapter Ninteen

  Moments later we were back in our grand suite. It was still in the low 70s outside but he had the fire crackling creating an ambiance of extreme coziness. Next to the fireplace, a plush black sheepskin fur lay.

  I was still in my designer gown and he was in his suit.

  “Will you be a good girl and go put this on already?” His voice was tender.

  I nodded as I bit my lower lip and turned around and walked to the bathroom. I shut the door and leaned against the wall and sucked in a deep breath. The huge smile on my face was undeniable

  I quickly changed out of my dress, letting it fall to my ankles.

  I called out, “Do you want my heels still on?”

  “You can take them off.”

  My toes thanked him majorly!

  A buzz of anticipation flooded me. I had seen a new’s special once on CNBC on the study of sex and how more couples today had engaged in anal sex. This possibility had never crossed my conservative sheltered mind. But with him? Oh god, with him anything would be erotic and sexual. Anything would be good. All he had to do was ask and lead.

  After freshening up, I stood in front of the mirror decorated with a large gold baroque border and stared at my naked body with the gorgeous set of jewels sitting just above my bare queen V. I turned around to see how it looked over my ass. He was right. It looked spectacular. This instantly gave me confidence. I breathed and tried to calm my heartbeat of rapid anticipation.

  My swelling silky folds rubbed against each other as I walked back to him by the fire sending arousal pulsing through my veins. I buzzed all over in need. I was so hot with desire, sweltering with anticipation of the unknown.

  “Come here, gorgeous.”

  I breathed in and my nipples hardened at the site of him, at the sound of his voice. Loving this good should be illegal. I squealed on the inside thinking how crazy this was that this was my life right now. He lay there on the ground next to a mirror propped up at the back of the bed. A basket of oils in gold bottles I couldn’t read at first glance were in an iron basket.

  The fire was crackling and he lay in his boxer-briefs. He had undressed while I was in the restroom. The grin on his face was like a boy who dreamt of being a star pitcher was told he was going to play in Yankee stadium.

  “You know I’m crazy about you right? Do you trust me? Do you trust that I know how to make you feel good?”

  I nodded.

  “Okay. Lie down on your stomach.” He ordered softly as my naked body lay against the soft fur. My sex throbbed in need as the fur tickled my swollen lips. He reached for the basket and I could hear the sound of lotion in his hands as I stared into the fire-logs and the embers in relaxation.

  In this moment, I realized I loved being told what to do. This was so much fun not knowing what was going to happen but just trusting. It made sex exciting.

  His touch along my back muscles was so relaxing. My body melted into his touch. His thumbs slid down my muscles as his remaining fingers draped along my sides and peeked to touch my stomach. My intimate parts begged for attention as he continued to perform smooth stroke after stroke.

  “You should be a mousse. You’re really good.”

  “Just wait.”

  My Queen of the south begged for attention to the point of going just bonkers.

  “Okay.”

  His hands then found my plump soft butt cheeks. He massaged deep into the muscle with his thumbs as his fingers generously worked their way to my hip muscles. He continued this again, his thumbs at the bare bottom of my plump cheeks, running along the muscle, over the top and down the sides. Slowly. Deeply. Hypnotically. He worked his magic for a few more minutes as I was lost in my thoughts staring into the fire.

  “Don’t you dare fall asleep on me babe.” He joked.

  “Oh, trust me. I couldn’t with the need you create in me.” Shit. Did I just confess that?

  He laughed, “Oh that’s what I want to hear. Music to my ears.”

  My ass cheeks were gently separated more as this spread wide my glistening folds, heightening the need to be filled. My dewy need for him throbbed like the loudest drum, vibrating into my ears and temples. He lifted my hips a bit as his fore fingers gave my swollen nob a little attention, which she was very grateful. I let out a sigh as one hand played a little and another warm, lubricated finger gently slid slowly and carefully over and in my backdoor opening. It was warm and it felt instantly numbing. I let out a sigh as both spots were being stimulated by his gorgeous fingers.

  “That’s it baby, relax.”

  “Uh huh...” I muttered, already feeling dizzy from pleasure. And I squirmed. I looked to the right of me at the mirror he placed so I could see everything he was doing. It was so damn hot. No wonder men loved mirrors.

  There I lay, my face in a contortion of pleasure and desire. My mouth open. My ass in the air as his almost naked body lay inches on top of mine. His jaw careful and his eyes intense as he pleasured my body. He leaned down to the small of my back and made slow kissing trails and then he looked at me in the mirror’s reflection.

  “You’re so damn gorgeous and you taste so sweet.”

  My mouth hung open in need for more. He was still in his underwear. I wanted him naked just like me.

  “I want to see you naked like me,” I said in between moans. Finally, both of his hands trailed lightly over my ass. His hands reached for a towel and wiped them. I watched him free himself of his black briefs.

  That magical rod of his stood at attention.

  My V clenched at the sight of him.

  Ah, there in front of me was a cherubim. A perfect statue of the way the most gorgeous man i
n existence should look. And he wanted to spend the week with me. I couldn’t get over my luck.

  I reached past my sides and tried to get a good grab of his thick rod.

  “Not yet,” he laughed. I saw him on his knees come above me and I hoped he would just fuck me right then and there. My entire body begged to be filled. I was so wet, so sensitive to his touch.

  Just then, he flipped me over on my back as he cradled over me and sucked on a nipple. He sucked harder.

  I cried out. “I like it when you suck hard like that.”

  With that encouragement, he sucked harder and harder to where I almost went right there. He continued sucking as I cried out in pleasure and stared in the mirror, watching his hand go straight for the kill.

  He twirled left and right, up and down over my swollen clitoris. Soft and hard. Just as I cried out, he switched to my other nipple and went from encircling my nob, to gliding up my slick entrance, to that intoxicating mind blowing journey up and around. I cried out as he sucked harder and his teeth played with my nipple. All these feelings and emotions at once was intoxicating. Just as I was about to come he freed my nipple and his tongue, like a hungry lion wanting to eat its’ pray, went to town down south. His thumbs spread my eager lips and his tongue knew exactly what to do. Lapping, twirling sucking. Hard. Soft. Left. Right.

  I stared in intoxicated daze at his body. I wanted him so fucking bad.

  He hungrily, masterfully, intently made love with his tongue to my queen and just as I was about to come he pulled away and leaned back on his knees. His solder at perfect attention and my mouth watered at wanting to give him some attention.

  “Okay,”

  I lay there breathlessly unable to move; I was so numb with mind-blowing pleasure. I was on the edge of exploding in desire and panted heavily.

  “Get on all fours,” he said softly.

  So I got on all fours like a dog and my ass curved into his face as I saw him take in a deep breath and look like he was coming just staring at my ass.

  My hips were pressed against his rock hard lower abs as his hands, god I loved how those strong hands felt on my body, were on my hips. His tip teased my pleasure center and my inner walls instantly spasmed in need. A finger soothed my sensitive slit and I cried out as my body naturally pressed into him. I watched him lean over my back to where his hot breath was on my ears.