by E. L. Todd
“That’s sexy…you wearing an apron with nothing underneath.” I squeezed her thigh.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“I would.” I glanced at her lips.
She slowly unbuttoned her jacket then pulled it off. She left the scarf in place before she pulled her top off.
This time I didn’t stop her.
She wore a black lace bra underneath. Some of her skin was visible, and that made it sexier. Before she removed her bra, she adjusted her scarf until it covered her chest. Holding my gaze the entire time, she unclasped it and let it fall.
My cock immediately hardened even though I couldn’t see anything. She was sexy in a classy way. She had the confidence of a stripper but the manners of a schoolteacher. It was the right combination.
The pink scarf hid her nipples from view, but the outline of her firm tits were visible. They were defined and round, and they were perky as hell. She was petite, but boobalicious.
She unbuttoned the top of her jeans and pulled them down slightly, revealing a purple thong underneath. All I could see was the top, but the contrasting brightness against her skin got my motor running.
She grabbed the bottom of my shirt then slowly pulled it up my chest. When my arms were above my head, she pulled it off the rest of the way. Then she examined my hard chest and even harder stomach. Her hands moved up and down, feeling it like she was searching for something specific.
My heart was beating fast.
Her fingers grazed across my body until they reached my heart. She left it there and felt the pounding of my chest. Her eyes never left mine, and a smile formed deep within.
I grabbed her hips then pulled her close to me, her chest almost touching mine. My lips found her neck and I tasted her skin. Knowing a flimsy piece of fabric was separating us was the biggest turn on of all. My hand moved up her back and across her smooth skin. There wasn’t a strap in the way so I could feel everything. When my lips found hers, my fingers grasped the scarf and gently pulled it off. It fell into my lap and I moved her closer to me. Her hard nipples grazed my chest and my cock throbbed inside my jeans.
I didn’t want to stop kissing her because her lips were addictive like poison, so my hand grasped both of her boobs. I squeezed and massaged them, making her breathe hard into my mouth. Quiet moans escaped her lips, and it sounded like music to my ears.
Her tits were so firm and warm. They were round and voluptuous. I’d felt up a lot of girls, and I knew her tits were perfect. They weren’t humongous like most guys preferred. They were proportional to her body, but they were so damn beautiful.
Francesca reached for the top of my jeans and unbuttoned them.
I hadn’t done this before. I lost my virginity in the back of my truck when I was sixteen. Ever since then, all I knew was fucking. I’d never felt something for someone before. I never wanted to make it perfect. But now I did, and I wasn’t sure how to do that. “I want to do this right.”
She ended the kiss and stared at me.
“Am I supposed to sprinkle rose petals on the bed? Light some candles? I’m totally clueless here.”
She tilted her head and searched my eyes. “No. That’s totally cliché.”
Her tits were pressed against my chest and it felt so good. I’d never been turned on like this. “Then what do you want?”
“You don’t need to do anything to make this special. It already is special—because it’s you and me.”
She made everything so easy for me. She treated me like I was a superhero, a man who could do no wrong. Even though I wasn’t very articulate in my words, she knew how I felt. I didn’t need to do anything to show it. She just knew.
I moved one arm under her ass and hoisted her up so her tits were in my face. My lips found the valley between her breasts and I licked the area and sprinkled gentle kisses along the skin. Then I blew on one nipple before I took it into my mouth and sucked.
Damn, her tits were nice.
I kissed her chest everywhere, breathing in her scent and marking my territory with my lips. Every inch of her was mine, and I never wanted to share her with anyone.
She ran her fingers through my hair as she leaned her head back and enjoyed it. She pushed her chest further into me like she wanted more.
My last wall of restraint had cracked, and now there was nothing keeping me sane. My entire body wanted her, needed her. I wanted to give in to what I’d always wanted from her. I wanted her in my bed, in my sheets, and in my arms.
I carried her down the hall and into my bedroom. I’d had hundreds of women in there before, but now it seemed like it never happened. My past disappeared once Francesca gave me a gentle smile at The Grind. I fell hard for this girl, and she fixed me.
I lay her on the bed then pulled her boots and jeans off. When she was just in her thong, I stared at her with an insatiable appetite. She was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, with curvy hips and a tiny waist.
And she was all mine.
I grabbed her thong then pulled it down her long and slender legs. Then I crawled over her and pressed my face into the apex of her thighs. Once my lips found hers, she moaned.
She was sweet like I expected her to be. I never went down on girls because I didn’t need to. I just did the things I wanted to do. But with Francesca, I wanted her pleasure to be as good as mine.
I moved further up her body, and her hands immediately went to my jeans. She pulled them down along with my boxers, and I kicked them off the rest of the way.
When we were naked together, I lay on top of her and pressed my face close to hers. Her eyes were bright like the stars as she looked into mine. They were a deeper shade of green, like leaves of a pine tree. I’d fantasized about this moment countless times but it didn’t do justice to reality.
She was so much better in person.
She wrapped her legs around my waist and dug her nails into my hair.
A million thoughts ran through my mind but I couldn’t voice any of them. There were no words to express them. But there was a sensation deep in my heart. It thudded with every beat. It was distinct but somehow blurred with everything else. I didn’t know what it meant, but it meant something.
Francesca pulled my hips toward her, wanting to unify us for the first time. My dick twitched in anticipation. I knew she would be wet and tight. But the biggest turn on was how much she wanted me. And it wasn’t just physical like all the other girls. She really cared about me, for who I was despite all my darkness. I never meant anything to my parents but I meant something to someone.
I opened my nightstand and snatched a condom. I tore it with my teeth then pulled the rubber out.
Disappointment moved across her face. “No.”
I stilled at her words.
“I want just you.” She knocked it out of my hands and it flew on the ground. “I’m not another one of your girls. I deserve you—all of you.”
Did I just fuck this up? “That’s not what I meant. I didn’t want to be presumptuous.”
“Then you could have asked.”
I moved further over her and kept my weight on my arms. “I’m sorry.”
“Are you clean?”
“I’ve never had sex without a condom. Does that answer your question?”
She nodded.
“You’re on the pill?”
“Yes.” She grabbed my hips and pulled me toward her.
My hand moved into her hair and I kissed her for a long time. I fucked up the moment, and I had to get it back. Of course I wanted it to be skin-to-skin. But I had no idea if she wanted it that way.
She grew impatient again. “Make love to me.”
My spine shivered, and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I pressed my face to hers as I found her entrance then slowly moved inside. She was tight but wet. My tip entered with some resistance.
And it felt so fucking good.
Her nails dug into my arms and she released a moan of pleasure.
I kept going an
d slowly inserted the rest of my length. She was tight all the way through, and I released moans from deep within my throat. I hadn’t done it bareback like this, and fuck, it was amazing.
I pressed my face close to hers as we acclimated to one another. My cock was in heaven, and it never wanted to leave. She breathed hard underneath me, and all the quiet sounds she made just turned me on even more. She was enjoying me as much as I was enjoying her. “Francesca…” I hardly called her anything but muffin, but it was such a sexy name that it needed to be said, especially now.
She slowly moved underneath me, using my arms as an anchor.
I took my time and rocked my hips. Every time I pushed inside her, it felt like the first time. All my senses were on fire. I felt like a sixteen-year-old all over again, but this was a million times better. Why did I waste my time with all the others when I could have had this?
She gripped my ass and pushed me further inside her. “Hawke…you feel so good.”
I sneaked kisses whenever my body could manage it. Instead of watching her tits shake, I looked into her eyes. She stared back at me with the same look. The connection between us only became stronger, more powerful. My heart burned like it was on fire, and the temperature of her skin increased like she was feeling the same thing.
I could do this forever—but only with her.
“Hawke…” Her head rolled back and her hair stretched across the pillow. She pulled me harder into her like she needed more. Her chest was red and her nipples were hard. A dazed look came into her eyes like she was traveling to a faraway place. “Right there.”
I gave it to her harder and my headboard smacked against the wall with every thrust I made. She held me closer and tightened around me. My cock felt the constriction, and that just made the sex better.
I looked into her face as I watched her come. One of her hands cupped my face and the other dug into my hair. “Oh my god…” Then she writhed underneath me and became tighter. She moaned loudly like the pleasure was too much for her to handle. She panted and moaned for nearly a minute, enjoying the high before she slowly fell back to earth. When her eyes returned to their former sharpness, I knew she was finished. “Come inside me.”
The spark immediately ignited deep in my body. It started in the bottom of my stomach then spread everywhere. My skin burned from the fire, and my entire body tensed. I watched the love shine in her eyes as she looked up at me. She gripped my hip and pulled me further inside her, wanting every last drop I could give.
Then I released, feeling the strongest orgasm in my life. I gripped her tightly like she might slip away. A moan escaped from my lips, which never happened. My pleasure shook the earth and made me dizzy. I’d never felt something so powerful. It didn’t compare to anything I’d ever experienced before.
Francesca cupped my face and kissed me softly, our bodies still joined together. It was a sweet ending to such a beautiful experience. I never felt more alive than I did with her. My former existence was hollow and empty. I wasn’t really living, just letting life pass me by. She gave me another chance at life.
She gave me another chance at happiness.
Interruption
Francesca
I woke up in the middle of the night because I suddenly felt cold. There was something wrong. I just knew. My hand reached for Hawke but it fell on the mattress. When I opened my eyes I saw an empty bed.
He was gone.
I sat up and pulled the sheets further over me, feeling frozen without him there to keep me warm. When I glanced at the nightstand, his phone wasn’t there. There was no sign of life.
My immediate reaction was to call him, but I knew that wasn’t a good idea. There was only one reason he would leave the house in the middle of the night. His mother must have called him.
I hoped she was okay.
I suddenly heard voices from the entryway.
“Enough is enough.” Hawke’s voice was full of unbridled rage. “How long can you keep this up? How much longer do you think you have? He’s going to break your neck.” His shouts shook the walls because they were so powerful. “Do you want that to happen to you?” The sound of broken glass made me flinch.
“Theodore, calm down.”
“Don’t call me that!” His voice must have woken up everyone in the complex. “Mom, he’s going to kill you. Do you understand me? I’m not always going to be around to look after you. What will you do then?”
“Keep your voice down.”
“No! I told you to live with me and you refuse to. If this happens again, I’m calling the cops.”
“Don’t you dare!”
“You would rather die?” This time his voice sounded broken. “He does this to you because he doesn’t give a damn about you. His apologies are empty. He’s just fucking with you, Mom. You’re better than this.”
I knew I shouldn’t listen to their conversation, but I had nowhere to go. And he was screaming so loud there was no way I could block out the sound anyway.
“I got out of there. So can you.”
“It’s not the same thing…” She sounded weak and afraid.
“You don’t owe him anything. Mom, I can take care of you. We can get a bigger place, and you’ll never have to be scared of him. If he comes after you, I’ll break his neck. I promise.”
His mother didn’t respond.
Then I heard the sound of another piece of furniture breaking.
“Hawke, stop! Someone is going to call the cops on us.”
He broke something else. “You think I give a damn?”
“Stop!”
Without thinking, I got out of bed and pulled on whatever clothes I could find. I didn’t bother making myself look presentable. It was obvious I was sleeping with him since I was there, so I wasn’t going to pretend like I wasn’t.
I ran down the hall and saw the destruction of Hawke’s anger. The coffee table was broken into pieces and so were the end tables. Now he was moving for the other table, the one he just replaced. His mother cowered in the corner like she was afraid to restrain him.
“Hawke.” I didn’t yell but my tone carried my command. “Stop.”
He immediately halted in his tracks, but his back was turned to me. He breathed hard, his back rising and falling with all the rage burning inside his body.
His mother stared at me, examining my face like she was trying to memorize it.
Hawke finally turned around, and the ferocity was still in his eyes. The only thing stopping him from demolishing the apartment was me. “Go back to bed.”
“No.”
He clenched his fists at his sides. “Do as I say.”
“No.”
“I don’t want you to see me like this.” He stepped toward me and raised his voice. “Now go.”
“I’m not going anywhere. Now you need to calm down.”
He got in my face like he might push me. “Do as I say or I’ll make you.” His eyes burned with hostility. “Don’t test me. Not tonight.”
I wasn’t afraid of anything, especially him. He turned into a monster that couldn’t be controlled. But underneath that hard exterior was a man more gentle than a feather. I held my ground and didn’t flinch.
His eyes darkened with irritation.
I slowly moved my hands up his chest and cupped his face.
Hawke didn’t react.
“I’m angry too. You aren’t alone.” I rose on my tiptoes and kissed his unresponsive lips.
He stared at me blankly.
I lowered my hands then stepped back.
He was still livid but he wasn’t breaking down the house anymore.
I turned my back on him then approached his mother. “Hi, I’m Francesca. I’m sorry we aren’t meeting under better circumstances.”
She watched me with surprise in her eyes. “I’m Abigail. How did you do that?”
“Do what?”
She eyed her son, who stayed on the other side of the room. “Never mind.”
“Are you okay?�
� I examined her arms and face.
“I’m fine. He doesn’t usually hurt me.”
“Because I get there in time,” Hawke snapped.
“Just a little shaken up,” Abigail whispered.
“You want some tea?” I asked. “That usually calms me down.”
“Sure.”
I guided her into the kitchen and sat her down on the new chair Hawke just got. Then I steeped some tea and placed it on the table. I sat across from her and didn’t bother talking to Hawke. I’d calmed him down as much as I could, but he had to do the rest.
She sipped her tea and watched me. “I’m sorry we woke you up.”
“It’s okay. I was awake anyway. Whenever Hawke isn’t there, I somehow know.”
She nodded slightly. “It sounds like this is serious.”
I didn’t think we should be talking about my relationship with Hawke, not after everything she’d been through. But maybe she wanted to get her mind off it. “It is. I care about him very much—even when he acts like King Kong.”
She chuckled slightly. “He has a bad temper. He gets it from his father. They remind me so much of each other…I used to get them mixed up when he was younger.”
“Hawke is nothing like his father.” I wasn’t going to sit there and listen to her say that. “Maybe in appearance but nothing else.”
She didn’t seem offended by the correction.
“He’s just passionate and doesn’t know how to channel it. He cares about you very much and doesn’t like to see you hurt.”
“I know. He’s a good boy.”
“He’s a good man,” I corrected again. “And you should let him help you.”
She lowered her eyes in shame. “It’s more complicated than it seems…and I don’t want to bring the two of you in it.”
“Well, now we’re involved, and we want you to be safe.”
“It’s really not as bad as it seems. There are more good days than bad ones.”
“There shouldn’t be any bad ones at all,” I snapped. I wanted his mother to like me, but I also wanted her to make the right decision. “A man should respect you at all times, not just when it’s convenient. You deserve a lot more than that.”
“We’ve been married twenty years…”