by D. R. Rosier
She smiled shyly, “If you’re good, I’ll tell you all about it on Monday in the office, where it’s secure, if Bell lets you up for air that is.”
“So, she’s a slave driver?” I asked.
She snorted, “No, I was just joking. Only to herself. Bell is… she’s as sweet as Mia seems. Not that Mia isn’t sweet, as long as you’re on her side.”
I laughed, “I see, and you?”
She grinned, “I’m a total softy. At least I seem to be with you. I was… shocked when you asked me out, but also, if you couldn’t tell, thrilled. I really like you, Paul.”
“The feeling is mutual, and not just because you make perfect coffee.”
She giggled, “Really? What else?”
I smirked, “I’ll tell you, if your good.”
She tilted her head, and bit her lip, “Oh, I can be very good for you,” she said in a sultry voice, and then blushed furiously, as if not quite believing that she’d just said that.
“You make me smile, and I love your quirkiness, and sense of humor. I feel a connection to you that I can’t really explain, you’re possibly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, and so far, the inside matches.”
She blushed, then arched an eyebrow in challenge, “Possibly?”
I shrugged, “A small lie, I wouldn’t want you to get a big head. Besides, you said you might swoon if my compliments became too fulsome, I didn’t want to risk it.”
She snickered, “Really? I’d have thought you’d want an opportunity to catch me,” she teased.
We paused our flirty banter as the meals came out, and we waited for the waitress to leave.
I joked, “Well, with the table between us… better be safe and wait for the full effusive truth later, when we’re both standing, or better yet dancing. I’d hate to be too slow and have your gorgeous hair or beautiful face fall into the pasta.”
She smirked, winked, and said conspiratorially, “You’re right, better not risk it.”
I took a bite of the food, and I enjoyed staring into her sparkling and warm light brown eyes. I honestly couldn’t look away, she had me completely captivated, and unless I was nuts she couldn’t look away from me either. It was insane, I’d just met the woman yesterday, she was my boss, and a million other reasons why this date and attraction was insane. Yet, I knew I’d miss her as soon as she was out of my presence. She made me feel alive in a way I’d never felt before. I’d never had that much instant chemistry with anyone before she entered my life and turned it upside down.
All of it, my personal and professional life both, was caught up in the whirlwind called Lia.
I wasn’t usually one to go on about my emotions, or open myself up for scrutiny, but it was an important part of my story, and informed the next part of it in a big way. She was magical, an unforeseen amazing circumstance in my life when I hadn’t been looking for love, never mind it being dropped on my head like a ton of bricks. I didn’t love her yet of course, but I was well on my way after just a single twenty-four-hour period, and it was far more than base lust, though that was certainly present as well in large measure. She… dazzled me.
Of course, love… well, that’s not where the story ends, that’s where the story truly begins…
Chapter Five
Good lord, could she move that body of hers. Dinner had been fun and playful, but dancing with Lia? Dancing with Lia was pure sinful foreplay, her body was firm, supple, very much in shape, and she could do things with it on a dance floor that turned my knees to rubber, and my cock to hard steel. She’d ground her sexy and tight heart shaped ass against me more times than I could count, and my hands on her firm and thin waist, hips, and the small of her back was pure heaven.
Even her eyes and her facial expressions as she looked at me with the same lust, want, and amazement that must have been in mine, was pure foreplay, we were both breathless and feeling hot as the song came to an end. I only took my hands off her hips reluctantly, as we smiled at each other and tried to catch our breaths, my heart pounded in my chest. We’d been dancing for almost two hours straight.
Fuck it.
I took her hand, and I kept it as I led her off the dance floor. I picked up a couple of bottles of water at the bar, and we took a seat at one of the tables. The music was incredibly loud in the club, and we did a lot of goofy smiling at each other, with heat in our eyes and desire in our hearts and bodies.
She was, as I’d mentioned before, captivating, and drop dead sexy.
She leaned in, and a shiver went down my spine at her warm full lips touching my ear and I felt her hot breath on my neck.
“Thanks for the water, and for tonight, I’m having… the best time I’ve ever had.”
My already and still hard cock twitched at that, and I gave her a smile. When I leaned in to her neck, I was overwhelmed by that sweet scent, and really wanted to taste her neck with my lips, but I put them against her ear as I caressed her face and held her hair on the other side.
“Me too. I don’t want to let you go yet, my place for a drink?”
She turned her head toward me, and we locked eyes for a moment, our lips just an inch or two away from one another’s.
Fuck it.
I leaned forward half that distance, and she eagerly closed the rest of the distance. I expected a hot explosive kiss, but she literally melted against me, and the kiss was hot, but it was also lingering, sweet, and filled me with the deep desire to both protect her, and to ravish her at the same time.
She looked as breathless as I felt, and nodded yes, just in case her kiss wasn’t answer enough, and we got up with our waters still half full and made our way to the door. When her limo picked us up, she gave the order and raised the privacy screen, then she was in my lap and kissing me passionately, I didn’t mind an aggressive woman, not after I’d already made the first move.
That kiss was explosively hot, as our hands wandered each other. I didn’t grope her, not in the limo, but I teased her with light brushes on the sides of her supple firm C cups, and ran my hands over her waist, hips, and even onto her lower back and ass.
She whimpered into my mouth in need, when I did that last one, and I firmly squeezed her supple ass cheeks, while I pulled her against me and ground up into her middle.
“Paul,” she whispered in a hot sultry and needy voice that went straight to my libido.
“You are so beautiful,” I whispered into her mouth, while I moved one hand to her hip, and the other to tease the sides and bottom of her left breast, only once did I brush the nipple through that hot little black dress with my thumb, drawing a gasp of pleasure and an aggressive grind against my cock out of her. She was hot, wild, and a little out of control.
Fuck, I was completely lost in her, and the lust we shared that night. It was more than that though, not love certainly, but admiration, respect, amazement, and a true initial melding of our personalities. She wasn’t just a hot body to me in that moment, she was the total package.
It was happening far too fast, but neither of us could slow down.
We got out of the limo when it stopped, and I felt a moment of relief my parents weren’t home, sometimes they ended a business trip early. We got inside, and I kissed her against the front door, and moaned into her mouth, when she ground her body against mine and started to unbutton my shirt. She only unbuttoned it halfway, and then sighed in delight as her hands slipped under the shirt and explored my chest, and hard stomach.
I wasn’t all that muscled, but I was toned and in shape, fit.
I slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders, and I kissed my way down to her neck. Then I bent my legs slightly, as I chased the edge of the dress with my lips, as I slowly peeled it down her body. I moaned in approval, at the taste of her skin, and her hot tight nipple as I finally bared her perfectly rounded and firm C cups. They were pert and proud despite the size, which was normal for an eighteen-year-old woman who was very hot, and very much in shape.
She gripped my hair, and th
en pulled me harder against her as she arched her back and pushed her breast in my face firmly.
I lavished her nipple and areolas with the tip of my tongue, and then teasingly nipped her nipple.
She sighed in pleasure, and said, “Harder, I like it rougher, but not too rough.”
I bit down again, quite a bit more firmly, and she gasped in pleasure and gripped my hair almost painfully. I felt her hands quickly move between us, and she undid my belt and opened my pants up. I barely took a quarter step back, pushed down my pants, and grabbed her by her outer thighs and slid my hands firmly up her skin, the short skirt of her little black dress was pushed up, settled over her mouthwateringly thin waist. She had on a red pair of silk lingerie panties, and I could see the wet spot.
She jumped up as I moved forward, and she wrapped her legs around me, and kissed me desperately as she ground up against my hard shaft. It wasn’t porn worthy, but at eight inches and quite thick around, it was still above average.
“Condom,” I reluctantly breathed.
She shook her head, and demanded breathlessly, “No, fuck me here, now, against this door, and fill me with your cream. I’m clean, I’ve… never been with a man.”
My cock twitched hard at that, and I let that dumbass below make the decision, as I pushed aside her panties and shoved my cock in her wet and ready pussy.
She gasped as her labia parted for me, and I slipped the first two inches into her tight love canal. She gasped, ground, and took in another inch or two.
I started to rock up into her, probably too fast and hard, but at the same time I was trying to be gentle, but our lust was driving us both at that point, and she rocked just as hard, as I pinned her and fucked her against my own front door. My bedroom not one hundred feet away would’ve been too long to wait any longer.
When I got in all the way, I paused for a moment, as I felt her convulse wildly around me. Then, when things calmed, she squeezed me hard which felt like a fucking silken vice. It was exquisite, and just short of painful.
“Holy shit.”
She giggled, “I… do Kegel exercises every day, for the last two years, on my dildo. When this finally happened, I wanted it to be good for you.”
The words didn’t sound quite right, but in my haze of lust and the incredible feeling of her tight slick friction as she squeezed her warm and wet sex around me like a vice, and ground against me hard, I just took it that she meant it in the general sense. Her first boyfriend or something. Even if the words sounded a whole lot more specific than that, the idea of that was just too nonsensical, and in the heat of the moment I blew it off.
I thought it was hot, that she’d practiced squeezing cock, and I was the first cock in her, after that it was all a haze of lust and a storm of pleasure, as I started to drill up inside of her.
She was wild, as I slammed her up and down the door over and over, she didn’t fail to squeeze me tightly and grind each and every time our bodies slammed together, and a small part of my mind nonsensically wondered if she practiced that too.
I didn’t think she’d lied to me, but she was the best fuck I’d ever had up to that time, and I’d been with a couple of talented sluts in college that had prided themselves in their bedroom skills. Those poor deluded sluts weren’t shit next to Lia. It didn’t seem possible she was a virgin before that moment, yet…
Lia was fucking magic, literally, as she milked my cock, bounced on it, and grinded in a way that made my brain turn inside out with euphoric shock. She was a goddess of sex, and I was the first man she’d slept with? She took one arm from around my neck, and then squeezed and lifted her breast to my mouth. It was too hard to suck it, she was bouncing too hard and fast, but I managed to graze her nipple with my lips and tongue with a little work, and her breasts were fucking gorgeous, perfectly pert and rounded C cups, that bounced and shook violently every time our bodies slammed together.
Her sex felt like heaven around me, and lord did she know how to use it.
She started to pant wildly, and gasp sharply in pleasure with each long and firm upstroke of my cock.
“Cum with me, please Paul, please fill me with your spunk. I want it, I need it, fill me, make me your dirty cum-slut.”
There was something so familiar about those dirty lines, but my mind couldn’t make the connection at that moment, I was too lost in the lust, pleasure, and her hot tight athletic body. Her beautiful face, sultry voice, and her hot naughty words overwhelmed me.
“Fuck, I’m cumming,” I grunted out, as my legs went numb.
My words and the last harsh thrust as I buried myself deep, set her off like a rocket into space, as she cried my name and came undone around me, spraying me with her hot silken liquid satisfaction. Her legs tightened around me like a vise, and she started to convulse around me, and milk me as I sent pulse after pulse of my seed into her nubile and fertile body.
Our eyes were locked, and it was a beautiful moment, one of lust and satiation, but also one of a deep vulnerable connection, and her eyes teared up as we started to come down together.
I asked, “Are you okay?”
She laughed, almost hysterically, and nodded vigorously, “Yes, I am. Happy tears.”
I kissed her gently, softly, and kept one hand holding her up by her ass, which was enough with her legs tight around me, holding me inside of her. The thumb on my right hand however gently brushed the tears from her cheeks, and then I claimed another lingering heartwarming kiss, that was far too loving for just meeting her twenty-four hours ago.
Then she said six more words in a sultry heated voice. A simple question that terrified me and thrilled me, that shocked me and turned me on in equal measure, that absolutely blew my mind. Words that squeezed the heart in my chest like a vice, and made my throat close up with emotion, even as it made my flagging cock twitch deep inside of her nubile and hot body.
Lia asked in a smoky voice that throbbed with a deep love and a devotion so complete, and a horrible vulnerable fear in her voice at the same time, that it all made my heart skip a beat…
“So, am I perfect yet, master?”
Chapter Six
“Dahlia?” I asked in a shocked voice, while still trying to wrap my mind around the possibility. It wasn’t possible, was it?
She sniffled, “Yes, master. It’s me.”
I wanted to hug her tight and never let go, I wanted to drop her on the floor and demand answers, and I wanted to fuck her brains out again. I did none of that, and just stood there frozen for a second, as my mind rewound over the last two days, and that fateful night four long years ago.
I also felt guilty, that she was shaking like a leaf in my arms, terrified, of me, of my possible rejection.
“Dahlia, I missed you, I thought you were dead. But… You need to explain things. Why the deception? And… call me Paul.”
She hiccupped, and then smiled.
When her legs loosened, I lifted her up off of me, and set her on the ground. Then I kissed her, I couldn’t help myself, she was looking up at me with such intense vulnerability, love, and devotion I’d just had to. Plus, that fear was still there, she looked like a kicked puppy, and it felt like a dagger in the heart.
Was I really that much of an asshole? I brushed more of her tears away, gently.
“What are you afraid of?”
She bit her lip, and said, “I’m sorry, I’m just afraid you won’t want me. I know a lot now, understand much more, I only said that, so that you’d know it was me. There is no such thing as perfection, but I do try to be the best that I can be, for you. All for you, Paul.”
I felt a shiver down my spine, “I’ll always want you Dahlia, fuck, I’m half in love with you right now, and confused. Why…” I trailed off as she kissed me, more tears in her eyes, this time happy ones. How fucked up was I? What’d been the ultimate fantasy as a hormone ridden teen seemed… horrifyingly selfish at that point in my life.
She said, “It’s a long story, and the reason I didn’t tell you yes
terday was… male pride. I didn’t want to hurt you, but today… well, that was a little more selfish.”
I narrowed my eyes, “You’ll have to explain that, but first let’s go to my room and get a little more comfortable.”
We were half dressed after all, and dripping with liquid sex, by the front door.
She smirked, and she seemed to calm down, maybe because I wasn’t throwing her out. Her smile was still devastatingly beautiful to me.
I was also a little relieved by her selfish remark, maybe there was a small bit of independence there, which made me feel a little less like a monster. I pulled up my pants, grabbed her hand, and walked back to the bathroom.
Then we stripped, her body was so beautiful, and fucking impossible. How could she have a body? I turned on the shower, and we got in when it was hot. There was silence, but our glances, expressions, light touches, and even soft kisses did all our talking for the moment. It was confusing, I was in shock I think, but at the same time I didn’t want her to leave.
I suspected she picked up on that, and it was why she held back the explanation until we were in my bed, under the covers, and wrapped up in each other’s arms. Her nubile body, soft silken skin, and feminine scent were all soothing to me and drove me crazy at the same time. I got hard again, had been since we got in the shower, but I wanted an explanation first.
Then I could ravish her again.
Regardless, she felt amazing in my arms.
“Male pride? Do you like Lia, or Dahlia.”
She shrugged, “Either works for me, from you, but my birth certificate says Lia Johnson.”
I smiled, “Fine, how about Dahlia in privacy then, our own little pet name?”
She nodded, and smiled, “Thank you, Paul. To answer your first question, I felt ready to serve you again three months ago, when the company went public. I just wasn’t sure how to get it done. I suspected your pride would interfere, and I feared you would reject me and the multi-billion-dollar company I’ve built on your behalf.”
