by Elle Casey
“Seeing as how you have it, right? The quirky charm thing?” she said, gesturing toward his placemat.
“Yeah. I’m looking for a good personality match. I figure the chemistry will come right along with it.”
“Do you really think so?”
“I’m positive.”
Aimee felt herself going warm.
“Do you want dessert or do you want to get out of here?” he asked.
“I’m ready to go,” she said, wondering if he was thinking the same thing she was. She wanted to try another one of those kisses and see if it knocked her socks off like the first one had. She caught him staring at her lips and hoped it was a good sign.
Aimee opened up her purse and took her wallet out.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Paying for my meal.”
“Oh, no ma’am you are not. Put that away.”
“Why? I can pay my way.”
“First of all, I asked you out, and in my world, women do not pay their way. I’m sorry if you think that’s antiquated, but it’s how I was raised and anything else just seems wrong. My mother would kill me if I let you pay for anything. Do you want that guilt on your shoulders?”
Aimee giggled, for some reason tickled pink that he was insisting on this. “No.”
“Good. Besides, your money’s no good here. Vincente won’t take it.”
She put her wallet back in her purse and waited for him to pay the bill. She tried not to feel guilty about making him pay for everything, and found it surprisingly easy to do. He wasn’t just blowing smoke. She could tell - he really meant what he said. Jack had always made her pay half when they went out on dates. Even when they were married, she had her allowance and had to budget with it.
Once done with settling the check, they walked out of the restaurant and over to Joe’s car. She liked that he drove something nice but not too flashy. The Honda Accord said to her that he liked style and comfort, but didn’t feel the need to advertise his manhood - he was secure in who he was.
They sat in the car, Joe once again not immediately starting the engine. He turned to her and leaned in. “I’ve been wanting to do this for the past two hours.”
He put his lips to hers before she really had time to think, and her heart nearly exploded with the emotions. He still likes me! Even though I’m a dork! And messy!
The kiss got hot and heavy in no time flat, and Aimee found herself madly wishing the front seats were more accommodating to heavy petting.
Joe pulled back, breathing a little hard himself. “Okay, Aimee. It’s up to you what we do from here. Because if you leave this up to me, I’m going to want to get your clothes off right here in this parking lot, and that’s no way to treat a lady. So please … tell me what to do.” He put his hands on the steering wheel and gripped it hard. “We can go to the movies, where I promise to keep my hands to myself. We can go to …”
“The batting cages?” she asked.
“Yes. We could do that. Or we could …” He didn’t finish. He just kept staring out of his windshield.
“We could …?” she asked, wondering if he was tempted like she was and thinking about getting more comfortable than they could in the front seat of his car. She didn’t want to assume that he was as into her as she was with him. And even if he was, she wasn’t sure if she should do what she wanted, which was to jump his bones and let the chips fall where they may.
“We could go back to my place.” He turned and looked at her, without a smile and without judgment.
Her heart nearly stopped. “Let’s go there,” she said, trying to sound all cool about it but her voice squeaking anyway.
The whole ride there Aimee warred with herself, trying to decide if she’d made the right choice. Will he call me after? Will I be unable to perform and be a big disappointment? Jack always said I was terrible in bed. Maybe he was right. And on and on it went. By the time they reached his house, which was an adorable cottage in the old part of Winter Park, she had worked herself into a tizzy.
Joe came around and opened her door, taking her by the hand and bringing her into the foyer.
Aimee stood there awkwardly at first, not knowing what to do. Joe started to talk, but she didn’t register any of the words. She lost her mind a little as she saw him standing there in the front hall, looking so incredibly hot in the white shirt that only gave her a hint of what was underneath. Some part of her brain that had lain dormant for more then ten years came alive and took over her thoughts, emotions, and control.
She took two big steps and pressed herself against him, reaching up to grab the back of his head and bring him down to meet her lips. In less than a second, they were locked into a passionate kiss. She pushed greedily into his body and felt him respond instantly.
He kept kissing her while pulling her backwards with him. He bumped into the wall and leaned into it for moment. Aimee took advantage of the support it gave and pushed more forcefully against him, wanting to feel his hardness on her most sensitive spot. She hiked up one leg to get better contact, and he responded by taking it and pulling her in closer. His other hand grabbed her backside, pushing it into him while he matched her slow, pulsating rhythm.
Aimee had never let herself go with abandon like this. It was exciting and maddening at the same time. He had too many clothes on and she had too many clothes on. She reached up to tangle her fingers in his hair for a moment before sliding her hands down and finding the buttons on his shirt, getting them undone as fast as possible. Their deep tongue-tangled kissing continued, their heavy breathing punctuated by the occasional moan as their bodies connected in just the right way. Aimee pulled his shirt off his arms and the tails of it out of his pants, flinging it carelessly to the floor once it was free.
Joe pushed himself off the wall and walked to the side and backward with her, stopping finally in the middle of his living room. A soft leather couch was at their knees and the nearby coffee table was quickly nudged out of the way without a second thought.
Joe grabbed her hands to still them, pulling away from her a few inches. “I want to see you.” He turned her around to face away from him, unzipping her dress slowly from behind. It fell from her shoulders and down to her ankles, the material pooling up in a shiny pile, covering her black heels. She stepped outside of it and kicked it to the side. She was afraid to turn around and face him in her underwear and bra, but thanked the stars that she had worn her brand-new set of matching Victoria Secret lingerie.
He kissed her shoulder, ever so softly. His lips left a burning trail from there to her neck, sending shivers all over her body and making her nipples go rock hard. She started to turn, but he stopped her, slipping one bra strap off her shoulder and then the other, taking both of her breasts in his hands and gently squeezing them. She moaned in pleasure. His movements were so simple and yet so mind-blowing. No one had ever made her feel this way before.
She turned and grabbed his belt, working quickly to rid him of his pants. Soon he was standing there in his underwear too. She was happy to see he wore boxer briefs and was amused to see they were electric blue. All she could think was how he should be an underwear model with a body like his. She’d never fully appreciated the male form until she saw this specimen standing in front of her; especially since it had a big hard-on she could see outlined in blue, straining to get free. She rubbed it up and down with her hand, reveling at his sharp intake of breath. It made her feel powerful and just a little bit wild.
“I want to see you naked,” he said, grabbing her and pulling her closer, kissing her hard and without mercy. She felt like she was being swallowed up in the sex, but even still, wanted more.
“You first,” she said against his mouth.
He didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled his underwear down, stopping at the bottom to drop to his knees, his face level with her belly. He took the edge of her panties and pulled them down, exposing her to his face. He leaned in and kissed her on her most private place, sliding
his tongue into the slit for a second and sending shocks through her body.
“Oh!” came out of her mouth before she could stop it.
He looked up at her for a moment to verify she was okay before going back to what he was doing. Within seconds her legs started to quake. She was in danger of crumbling to the floor in a hotflash-induced collapse, his tongue sending her to a place she’d never dared hope to be. Something was building inside her, and she didn’t know what it was or what to do.
“I’m … I’m going to fall,” she gasped, holding onto his hair, trying not to pull it too hard. But it was so difficult to remain gentle, the sensations taking over her mind and making her movements nearly involuntary.
He stood and lifted her up easily, as if she weighed no more than a feather, and carried her to the couch. “I’d take you to my room, but it’s too far. I want you now.”
The heady scent of her own sex on his mouth made her crazy. They began kissing again, as his heavy body come down on hers, his hardness pushing against her belly and forcing her body to sink farther into the soft cushions of the couch.
“Put it in,” she begged. She was beyond caring what he thought about what she said or did at this point.
“I need protection,” he said, visibly restraining himself.
“I’m infertile and have no STDs,” she said in a rush.
“Me too. No STDs. Just got checked for work.”
“Please. Don’t wait. Do it now,” she begged again.
The next thing she felt was pressure - delicious pressure she wanted more of. “Oh, God,” she whispered, her anticipation making her feel like she was going to have a stroke. His tip was at her opening. He pushed it in, a little at a time, her slippery excitement making it as easy as it could be, considering how big around he was. Aimee had only a moment to consider how well-endowed he was before she was crying out in pleasure.
He moved it so slow, she was practically panting, wanting and needing to feel it go deeper. When he was fully buried, she expected him to start pulling out. But instead, he just pushed in more, and then moved his hips ever so slightly, pressing his body against her sensitive spots while keeping her stretched to the max.
She couldn't take it. She screamed in ecstasy.
He started to slowly pull out, going just as slowly as he did on the way in. Her body rose up to meet him, saying, “Please, please, please!” as she waited for him to come back in again.
He waited until he was almost completely out before coming back to her, a slow snail’s pace making the sexy torture almost too much to bear. As their bodies touched again and his hips moved in that languid rhythm, she felt something begin to happen inside. She lifted her legs up to try and get him deeper, moving her own hips in rhythm with his.
“Oh my … what’s happening?!” she cried, not understanding what her body was telling her.
“Oh, God, Aimee, the way you’re moving … I’m going to come!”
She heard his words and felt the pulsing begin to announce itself. But it was coming from her, not him. She screamed out as wave after wave of orgasmic delight seized her body and turned it into jelly. She moved with its natural pulsing rhythm, unable to stop herself or the shocks of pleasure that kept coming and coming. Over and over it throbbed through her, as Joe then quickly started pumping, crying out himself in pleasure. She could feel his hard thickness send its seed into her, as Joe’s back stiffened and he grunted once loudly, before finally relaxing again.
He moved a little and it caused another shock to her system. “Oh. My. God,” she said. “Do not move.”
He wiggled his hips.
“Noooo,” she moaned. “It’s happening again!”
He slowly massaged her with his pelvis, still filling her, only going partway soft.
Aimee couldn’t take it. She started crying out in pleasure and confusion, her cries quickly turning to tears, as she made noises she had no idea would ever come from her mouth. When the sensations became too much, and began to turn more into tickles than orgasms, she grabbed his back, squeezing him to her. “Stop now. Stop. I can’t.”
He went still and leaned down, kissing her tears. “You are so beautiful right now. You have no idea.”
“Why am I crying?” she asked, silent sobs wracking her body. She was overwhelmed and lost at sea, drifting on the emotions and sensations still haunting her mind and body.
“You’re caught up in the feelings. Shhhhh, it’s okay. Just relax. I’m here.” He pulled out of her and laid at her side, stroking her hair and leaning down occasionally to kiss her cheek or lips gently. “Just relax, you’re fine. You’re okay.”
Beneath his gentle ministrations, she found herself finally relaxing. Her heartbeat slowed to a normal rhythm and the heat that had been burning her up dissipated, leaving her feeling like she was floating. She almost couldn’t feel the couch beneath her.
“So,” he asked a minute or so later, a smile in his voice, “is it safe to say you enjoyed yourself tonight?”
Aimee smiled, reaching up to wipe the sticky tears from her face. “You could say that. I just hope you don’t mind the fact that I’m a premature ejaculator.”
He barked out a laugh. “You made me lose it pretty damn fast. I’m going to have to work on that.” He stroked her breast softly. “Want to go out tomorrow?”
“Aren’t you supposed to wait three days before you ask me again?”
“Screw that. I don’t want to wait that long; I want to see you tomorrow. I’m not going to play those games.”
“Good,” she said, lifting her head to give him a quick kiss. “Me neither.” She strained to sit the rest of the way up, Joe moving to the side as best he could to give her room.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“The couch is kind of … sticky,” Aimee said, smiling so he wouldn’t think she was complaining. “I’m just going to get my clothes back on.”
“Oh, no you’re not,” he said, grabbing her and turning her around so she was lying on top of him. “I’m not ready to let you go yet.”
Aimee thought her heart was going to burst with happiness. She’d just had her first guy-created orgasm of her entire life, and this gorgeous hunk who’d given it to her didn’t want to let her go.
“Okay, but only for a few minutes. Then you have to take me home. I have a big day tomorrow.”
“Doing what?” he asked. “You could stay here, you know.”
“Nope. I have business planning to do and a workout at the gym.”
“I can think of other ways you could work out,” he said slyly, sitting up to kiss her neck.
She could feel him waking up beneath her. “You’re kidding me, right? You’re ready to go again already?”
“When I have a girl like you lying on top of me? Hell yes!”
She giggled and leaned down toward him, starting the kissing and fun all over again.
Chapter 29
KIKI COULD NOT FIGURE OUT what her problem was. “I haven’t been this nervous since my first show at Lola’s,” she said to her steering wheel.
Her phone rang and she picked it up. “Hello?”
“Kiki, hi. It’s Elizabeth. Are you here yet?”
“I’m thirty seconds out. Where are you?”
“Standing out front.”
“I see you. I’m just going to park.” She hung up and waved to Elizabeth as she drove by, admiring her friend’s choice in outfits. Elizabeth had that classic upper-crust type of beauty - understated but striking. Her chignon matched the Chanel-style black cocktail dress perfectly. Kiki was almost jealous of the look. Hers was always a lot less understated and a lot more wow-would-you-get-a-load-of-that.
She found a spot and got out, hurrying to join Elizabeth while silently bemoaning the humidity that was surely going to make her hair fluffier than she wanted it to be. “Hey, girl,” she said as she arrived, giving Elizabeth a quick kiss on the cheek. “You look gorgeous, as always.”
“I was just going to say the same
to you. Those heels are outrageous. I don’t know how you even walk in them.”
Kiki turned her toe a little, lifting up her heel to reveal the red underside. “Christian Louboutin. Love ‘em. Even though they’re not known for their comfort. At least, not this style.”
“Oh my goodness, you spend a lot on shoes. I’ve never done something like that.”
Kiki shrugged as they walked toward the gallery entrance in the barely there evening light. “I used to, but not anymore. Now I have to pinch my pennies if we’re going to make a go of this cafe.”
“You got that right. I kept my checkbook at home tonight. Even if I see something I like, it’s not going back with me. No matter what.”
“Word up, sister. Desperate Measures … hoo rah.”
“So what’s our game plan?” Elizabeth asked, stopping just outside the front door.
“Well, I’m going to go in, say hi and see what happens. I have my car, so I can take off if things get weird. Just … stick by me until I give you the signal.”
“What’s the signal?”
“Shit, I don’t know. Ummm, maybe I’ll use a certain word. Yeah, that’ll work. If I use the secret word, you know that means you can go and that I’m cool about being alone with him.”
“Fine. What’s the word?”
“I don’t know. It has to be something I wouldn’t normally say, but that could be worked into a sentence easily.”
“How about ‘popcorn’?”
“Popcorn?”
“Yeah.”
“I guess so. It’s not very sexy.” She grabbed the door handle and pulled, letting the cool and crisp climatized air hit their faces and exposed arms.
“I’m sure you could find a way to make it sexy.”
Before Kiki could respond, she saw Brent making his way over to them, first a smile and then a flash of confusion on his face.
“Hello, Kiki,” he said, reaching her and giving her a chaste kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for coming. And you brought a friend.”
“Brent, this is my friend and business partner, Elizabeth.”
“Pleased to meet you,” said Elizabeth, offering her hand. “I’m so glad Kiki suggested I come. I love gallery shows. Who’s the artist?”
