Truth or Lies?

by A. Gomez

  “You are so ready for me, baby,” he said, kissing one of my cheeks, as he gently moved his fingers in and out of me.

  “I want you inside me,” I pleaded.

  “Not yet, baby. I want to make sure you’re good and wet so it doesn’t hurt as much.”

  Shit! Forgot about that part.

  He flipped me onto my back, positioned himself between my legs, opening them wider. His mouth was on my breast, sucking and running his tongue around my nipple. I moaned softly placing my hand on the back of his head and arching myself into him more. He cupped my other breast with his hand tracing and rolling my nipple with his thumb. He came up and kissed my lips gently, once, twice, three times and on the third time he ran his tongue along my lower lip. I stroked his beard with the palms of my hands, then ran my fingers through his hair.

  “I’m going to make love to you, Isabel Grace,” he murmured against my lips. “I’ve wanted you since the first day I laid eyes on you. I wanted you even more when you told me you were a virgin. But I promise you, what I feel for you is not about sex or lust. I love you, baby,” he whispered against the corner of my mouth, trailing kisses down to my clavicle. His words were like an aphrodisiac, fueling my libido. Every kiss, every touch scorching me. I wanted this man. I needed this man. His touch setting me on fire. I wanted him inside me.

  He moved slowly down between my breasts, licking me, kissing me. He reached my navel, nipped it a few times and then his hot breath and tongue were on my clit. I moaned loudly, tugging on his hair. He groaned, stopped and reached over to his nightstand for a condom.

  “Be patient, baby,” he said, quickly tearing the foil pack and beginning to slide it on. I looked down and saw that he was having trouble getting it on.

  I sat up, kissed his chest and placed my hands on his penis. “Let me help,” I whispered. I took the condom from him, my hot breath hitting his impressive sheath as I rolled it down. He gently fisted my hair. I heard his breath catch in his throat when I took his impressive girth in my hands. I looked up at him. His eyes were dark and smoldering.

  “Oh, baby,” he groaned, kissing me hard, our tongues colliding.

  40

  He was hovering over me, gazing into my eyes, asking, “Are you ready?” I nodded, placing my hands on his biceps. “Are you sure you want to do this… with me?” I could hear the strain in his voice if I were to say no.

  I smiled saying, “Only with you, Josh.” He grinned, kissing me gently. He slowly eased his way inside me. “Agh!” I whimpered as I felt him push in.

  “Aahh,” His eyes closed, he moaned. “You feel so good, baby. You’re so tight.”

  I could feel his penis pulsing inside me. It was like steel yet soft. So far so good. It didn’t hurt, it just felt foreign, overwhelming. He grew still, waiting for my lead. “Are you all right?”

  “Yes,” I breathed. “Don’t stop.”

  He slowly pulled out and then eased back in again, slowly. His eyes were closed and lips were parted, his breathing harsh. “Again?” he asked, kissing my lips gently.

  “Yes,” I answered through jagged breaths.

  He picked up the pace just a little this time. Nothing hurt, it was starting to feel good. “You okay?” he breathed.

  “Yes, faster,” I pleaded. He eased himself out slowly again and then slowly back in. “Please, Josh,” I pleaded through harsh breaths. “Faster.”

  “Baby, you’re a virgin. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “It’s not hurting so far. Let’s just try.”

  He gazed down at me, smiled lovingly and shifted. He came down on his forearms around my head and did as I asked. He pulled out and thrust himself inside me, groaning louder. I cried out in pain. I felt a stinging, pinching feeling as he tore through me.

  He quickly stopped, opening his eyes. “Baby, I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

  “Yes,” I answered, grinning. “It’s fine. I’m okay,” I cupped his face between my hands and kissed him. “I’m fine. Don’t stop.”

  He began to move, slowly at first, making sure I didn’t cry out anymore, pausing in between thrusts. I started to move my hips with him, meeting his thrusts as he eased in and out of me. My hands were above my head, digging into the sheets with my fingernails. I moaned, arching my back. Josh began to relax and laid some of his body weight on me. He began to move faster, groaning, kissing and biting my neck. His mouth was quickly on mine, inviting my tongue in. I cradled his head to me.

  “I love you, Isabel Grace,” he murmured against my mouth. He grabbed one of my thighs, running his hand down my leg and placed it on his lower back. “Keep your leg wrapped around my waist,” he ordered. I obeyed as he shifted again and thrust into me harder and deeper.

  I moaned loudly, calling out his name. I placed my hands on his head, entangling my fingers in his long, wavy locks.

  His breath was harsh. “Are you close, baby? Let me hear you moan, baby. Let me see you come apart.”

  He picked up the pace and I could feel myself quickening. I could feel the oh-so-sweet build-up inside me. His hot breath on my neck was driving me wild, making me want to explode. His hand trailed to my backside, squeezing me, groping me.

  “Josh,” I called out. And I came apart in his arms, arching my back and moaning his name.

  “Yesss, baby, yesss,” he breathed as he reached his climax, thrusting harder and deeper inside me, finishing inside of me.

  He collapsed on top of me, sucking air into his lungs. We stayed locked together for an immeasurable minute. His cock pulsed. I loved the sensation. Was that what all men did? Was it just a reflex after climaxing? He carefully pulled out and took the condom off, placing it on his nightstand. It looked just a little pink with blood. I winced from the odd sensation. Josh rolled on his side beside me, pulling me closer to him, kissing my temple and then turning my head to kiss me on the lips. I could see a shiny layer of sweat on his biceps and forearms.

  “Your chest is glistening from sweat, Isabel,” he said, grinning, sounding proud of himself.

  I turned on my side to face him. “So are your arms.”

  He held up his arms to see them in the pre-dawn light. “So they are.” He was smiling broader. He wore a look of… relief… contentment? I couldn’t decide. He pulled me into his chest and rolled onto his back, holding me. My head was lying on his chest so I draped my leg over one of his and scooted in a little closer to him so our bodies were entangled together. He let out a soft sigh, kissing the top of my head.

  “What did you think?” he asked tentatively.

  “It was better than I ever imagined,” I gushed. “You were very gentle and very patient.”

  He exhaled softly. Was he holding his breath? I could feel his smile as he kissed my temple.

  “Josh?”

  “Mm?” He sounded so sexy post-coital.

  “I’m sorry for yelling at you and hitting you the way I did.” I paused. “It’s not your fault… none of this is your fault. I don’t know what got ahold of me that I acted that away. Will you forgive me?” I asked, looking up at him.

  He gazed down at me, kissing me on my nose. “Baby, there’s nothing to forgive. You acting that way is not your fault either.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes, and continued, “And yes, this is my fault. I will never say no to you again.”

  Well, that was a ridiculous statement if I ever heard one. Never say “no” to me again, huh?

  “Okay,” I grinned wickedly. “If that’s how you’re really thinking, then I’d like to go home to my brownstone, by myself and I’ll call you when I’m rested and feel like seeing you.” I pushed away from him slightly to better see him, continuing, “And don’t start calling me wondering where I am or what I’m doing. And don’t just show up out of the blue. I have grocery shopping to do and other errands. When I’m ready and finished with everything I need to do I’ll call you and let you know if I want you to come over or see you.”

  He half smiled, gazing down at me, pulling me ba
ck to his chest. “Point taken, Dr. Langley.”

  “Good,” I yawned, relaxing on his chest, enjoying the warmth of his body.

  “Go to sleep, baby,” he whispered, kissing the top of my head.

  I woke up to a dark bedroom and no Josh beside me. I rolled onto my back, stretching, feeling sore yet deliciously satisfied. Sex with Josh was exactly what I needed. I stared at the ceiling, remembering his touch, his words, and how gentle he was with me. I smiled, feeling wonderfully content and rested.

  I noticed the apartment was a little too quiet. There was no noise coming from the bathroom or living room. I sat up to look around, wrapping the sheet and comforter around me.

  “Josh?” my voice cracking from sleep. “Josh?” I said a bit louder.

  He padded into the room with headphones hanging from his neck. He was shirtless and in his pajama bottoms. “Hey, sleepyhead.” He crawled into bed with me, kissing me on the lips and neck, forcing me to lie back down. “How do you feel?” He hovered over me, stroking my cheek with the back of his fingers.

  “I feel wonderful! You?”

  “Baby, words cannot express just how happy I am,” he replied, grabbing me and rolling onto his back, taking me with him. He made me giggle. “Are you hungry?”

  “I am, as a matter of fact. What do you have?”

  “Nothing,” he snickered, “but I can order whatever you want.”

  “Oooh! I want brisket and beer. But if that’s too difficult, then deep dish is fine.”

  “Your wish is my command.” He sounded elated. He scooted out from under me, kissing me multiple times on my forehead as he got off the bed.

  “By the way, why is it so dark in here? Is it cloudy outside?”

  He laughed. “No, not cloudy, just late evening time.” He strolled to the large window in his bedroom and opened the blinds. The twinkling lights from the Chicago skyline were glowing. Did I sleep all day?

  “Late evening? What time is it?” I wondered.

  “It’s seven-thirty. You slept from six-thirty this morning to seven-thirty this evening.”

  I frowned at him, surprised. Didn’t he sleep with me? When did he get up? Why didn’t he wake me?”

  “Baby, don’t look so confused.” He sat next to me, kissing the backs of my hands. “I was in bed with you the entire morning, also asleep. It wasn’t until I heard your phone ringing for the second time that it occurred to me it could be your parents, so I got up to answer it and it was your mother.” He continued, “I told her you were still asleep and either I or you would call her once you woke up. It was around twelve-fifteen when I got up to get your phone. I didn’t want to wake you because you needed your sleep. I was going to get back in bed with you but then noticed that I had a bunch of texts and messages I needed to take care of.”

  “Oh.”

  “Do you want a shower while I order the food? Or do you want to call your mother first?”

  “Let me call my parents first,” I said. I looked around for his shirt but remembered I left it in the living room. “What should I put on?”

  “Nothing, in my opinion. You look beautiful just like that.” He smirked at me.

  “Well, if we were in the Caribbean, I would possibly do that but it’s snowing outside and your apartment is cold.”

  “Mm, I’ll have to remember that,” he said as he padded to his closet. He walked out with one of his white dress shirts. I slipped it, on smelling the collar. It smelled like Josh. Or his cologne? His soap?

  I called my parents while he ordered our food. It was a short conversation with both parents. Apparently, I still sounded tired to them so they let me go with the caveat that I go see them or they come here to see me tomorrow. We decided on me going to them for brunch tomorrow. Which meant I needed to get some clothes.

  I quickly showered, slipped Josh’s shirt back on, combed my hair and headed to the living room to find him. He had the fireplace going and Etta James was singing “At Last” in the background. It was a very cozy and romantic atmosphere. I loved it.

  He came around the corner, taking me by the waist and kissing me hard on the lips. We stood there for an immeasurable moment, kissing, his tongue eagerly invading my mouth. I gently nipped his lower lip and so willingly sucked his tongue. He moaned, sending me over the moon. I ran my fingers through his hair and pressed my body against his.

  “You look amazing in my shirt,” he breathed. “I want you like this all day, every day.” He picked me up, lifting one of my legs and placing it around his waist. I picked up my other leg and wrapped both legs around his waist. He methodically trailed one of his hands up my thigh to my bare backside, groping it. I let out a soft moan. I wanted more.

  “Take me to the sofa, Josh,” I ordered.

  “Yes ma’am,” he answered, grinning against my neck, gently biting. He laid me down on the sofa, trailing kisses from my jaw to my clavicle. I was untying his PJ bottoms while he unbuttoned my shirt.

  “Baby, aren’t you sore from earlier?” His breath was ragged. “Are you sure about this?”

  “Oh, yesss,” I replied eagerly, trying to pull down his PJs. He quickly helped me take his bottoms off. I finished unbuttoning my shirt. His lips were swiftly on my nipple, sucking and tugging. He spread my legs apart with his knee and slipped two fingers inside me. I moaned, lifting my hips up to meet his hand.

  “Joshua. Now. Please,” I implored.

  “Baby, I have to go to my bedroom for a condom.”

  What? Was he serious? “What’s the date today?”

  “Huh? What?” He was confused. He stopped his sweet torture to my nipples to gaze up at me.

  “The date!” I demanded urgently.

  “December thirty-first.”

  I paused, counting the days from the first day of my last period to now. I should be good. It wasn’t time for me to ovulate and my body was always punctual.

  His mouth was on my wet sex, nipping, licking and sucking. I was having trouble concentrating. My thoughts were beginning to scatter.

  “Aaaahhh,” I breathed.

  “You were saying, baby.”

  “Give me a minute.” My voice was barely a whisper as he swirled his thumb around my clit. Focus, Isabel. I’d never been late or early. In fact, my cycle was so regular I could plan a vacation or meetings around it.

  “I should be okay… we should be fine,” I finally said, breathing harshly.

  “Isabel…”

  “Trust me, Josh.” I took his face in between my hands, pulling him to my lips. I pressed my lips to his very gently, only kissing the corner of his mouth and then moving to his earlobe. He groaned, thrusting himself inside me.

  “Aahh,” I threw my head back, closing my eyes.

  “Isabel Grace, you are positively irresistible,” he said through gritted teeth. “Baby, I want you to sit on me this time. I want to see you… all of you.”

  He wrapped his arms around my back, scooped me up and sat down on the sofa with me straddling him. He swiftly undid my shirt…his shirt, but left it on my shoulders.

  Oh my. He felt so much bigger that way. The sensation was more intense. He grabbed my waist and started moving me up and down.

  “Aaahh.” I moaned louder, my breasts leaning into his face. I gripped the back of the sofa and began to move at a slow tortuous pace. He gritted his teeth, hissing a yes, closing his eyes. He looked so beautiful in the middle of his ecstasy.

  “Oh, baby,” he whispered, “let me have those beautiful breasts of yours.” He buried his face in my breasts, licking and sucking them. My breasts swelled and my nipples grew erect and hard. He took my beaded left nipple into his mouth while he ran his thumb over my right. His hands slowly trailed down the sides of my body to my thighs then up to my backside, where he placed his hands for a few minutes, helping me move up and down before trailing them up my back and then to my breasts again.

  “Do you love me, baby?” he asked, gazing up at me. “Look at me and tell me you love me,” he demanded.


  I gazed down at him, drinking him in. I did love this man. How could I not? “I love you, Joshua Rockwall,” I whispered into his ear.

  He leaned his head back against the sofa, a smile of ecstasy spread across his Adonis-like face. His hands were on my waist, helping me move up and down. I began to feel the build up, the sweet sensation of my body about to exploded and come apart in his arms. I picked up the pace. I could feel he was close too as his breathing was louder and harsher.

  “Come on, baby. Let me hear you moan.”

  And his words were my undoing. “Oh, Josh,” I moaned, digging my fingernails into his sofa. He moved me up and down a few more times as he finished inside me, groaning, throwing his head back against the sofa. I collapsed in his arms and on his shoulder, trying to catch my breath. He held me tight. He was trying to catch his breath too. He sucked both my nipples one last time and pulsed his penis inside me. It sent little shock waves through me, making me want to go another round with him.

  We stayed locked together a few more minutes, enjoying the little aftershocks that kept coming. I was kissing him gently on the lips.

  “Baby, the food is here.” He adjusted my shirt back onto my shoulders and began to button me up. He gently eased out of me.

  “I didn’t hear the door,” I said, trailing kisses down his neck.

  “That’s because they’re not at the door yet. They’ll be here in sixty seconds.” He lifted me up and sat me on the sofa, kissing my temple. “Finish buttoning up. I don’t want the delivery guy getting a show.” He jumped up, scrambled to get his PJ bottoms on and then the doorbell rang.

  Wait. What? How did he know that? Was he clairvoyant? That was weird. I finished buttoning, ran my fingers through my hair and was at his heels. I had to see if it really was the delivery guy with food. He made a pit stop at his laptop. I peeked around his arm. It was indeed a deliveryman holding two large bags of food. So, he had security cameras placed outside his apartment. But that didn’t explain how he knew the guy was approaching.