by M. E. Carter
Now that I didn’t have to worry about wrinkling her dress or smearing her makeup, all bets were off in the kissing department. We made out the entire ride back to my place. By the time we pulled up in front of my complex, I knew my hair must have been sticking up all over the place and my clothes were all disheveled. But I didn’t care. I was about to have Addison in my apartment.
I carried her bag in one hand and held her hand in my other. As we walked in, the concierge greeted us with a smile.
“George,” I said to the concierge, “this is Ms. Addison Bryant, my girlfriend.”
“Oh, how wonderful!” he exclaimed, clapping his hands together once. “It’s lovely to meet you, Ms. Bryant. Would you like me to add her to your list of approved guests?” he asked, turning to me.
“Yes, please,” I answered. “Day or night, she is authorized to have access to my apartment. Even if I’m not here and she needs a key.”
“Of course, sir,” he replied. “It was lovely to meet you, Ms. Bryant,” he said as we turned toward the elevators.
“You, too,” Addison said, looking back over her shoulder.
She giggled as we stood on the elevator, riding it to the top floor.
“What?” I asked, looking down at her.
She shook her head. “I’ve just never seen you so impatient before.”
I smiled. “I am this close to having you in my apartment, Addison. I wasn’t trying to be rude to George. But I swear I’m about to lose all my self-control.”
The doors of the elevator opened and we made our way to my front door. When I opened it up, I ushered her in first. The lights under the cabinets in the kitchen were still on, so there was enough light for us to not trip over anything. And it kept with the ambiance.
“Whoa,” she said, making her way to the wall of floor-to-ceiling windows. “It’s so beautiful.”
The view of the city skyline in the distance, especially at night, was my favorite part of my apartment. Several of the buildings used different colored lights to outline the architecture. The effect from this unobstructed angle was stunning.
“And I see why Jaxon had so much fun swimming,” she said, looking down. The pool lights were on so we could see the outline of it as well as all the extras Jax enjoyed so much.
I chuckled. “See why you need to come with us next time?”
“Maybe I will,” she said, still looking out the window. The fact that she was considering spending more time with Jax and me together made my heart feel like it was expanding.
“Would you like a tour of the place?” I asked her.
She nodded and tore her gaze away from the skyline, looking at me and smiling shyly.
There wasn’t much to show. It was a bachelor pad. We walked through the living room to the open kitchen. It wasn’t huge, but it was all top-of-the-line appliances and cabinetry. You know, for when I didn’t cook. Thank goodness my mom liked to come make casseroles and freeze them for me sometimes or else it would never get any use.
We walked down the hall to the two extra bedrooms. One was used as a guest room. The other I had turned into a media room, complete with giant leather recliners, a one-hundred-inch screen and a real popcorn maker. Addison got a kick out of that.
We made our way to the other side of the apartment and into the master suite. That’s when the air in the room changed. It got tenser. Like the anticipation of what was about to happen was physically tangible.
Addison walked over to my king-sized bed. It was just a standard bed. Nothing fancy. No four-poster frame or anything like that. Just a plain headboard. I didn’t even have a footboard. I was too tall. She put her hands on the bed and stroked the blue and brown blocked comforter.
I waited for her to say something, but she didn’t say a word.
“Addison,” I said, walking up behind her and wrapping my arms around her. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” I said, trying to reassure her. “I’m ok if all we do is snuggle or sleep or watch a movie. Just having you here is enough.”
She sighed. “It’s not that I don’t want to. I’m just . . . nervous.”
“How come?” I asked, turning her around and wiping some hair off her forehead to look into her eyes.
She quirked her mouth to the side and squeezed her eyes shut. “I . . . um . . . I sort of googled you.” My eyebrows furrowed, not quite understanding where she was going with this. “All those women you dated were so beautiful and so perfect.” I nodded in understanding, knowing where this was headed. “I’m just . . . I’m just a mom, Jason,” she said. “My boobs aren’t perky. My stomach isn’t flat. I’m just . . . just . . .”
“You’re just you, Addison,” I said, lifting her chin to look into my eyes. “I have been dying to get my hands on your mom body since the day I met you.” She didn’t look convinced.
“Let me show you something,” I said, pulling away from her and taking my shoes and socks off.
“What are you doing?” she asked as I yanked off my tie and cumber bun, throwing them to the side. The jacket had been lost somewhere in the living room during our tour.
“You’re worried about your body not being perfect, right?” I asked her, unbuttoning my shirt and cufflinks. She bit her bottom lip and nodded, blushing slightly. I lost the shirt and yanked my undershirt over my head.
“Look at me,” I said. She looked right in my eyes. I smiled. “Not my eyes, babe. Look at my body.”
She smirked as her gaze ran down my chest to my stomach and everything in between.
“What do you see?” I asked her.
“Um . . . I see a really sexy man,” she said, looking back in my eyes.
“Uh huh . . . but what about me is sexy?” I asked, trying to make a point.
“Your arms really turn me on,” she admitted. “And your shoulders. And probably your back even though I haven’t seen it yet.”
I smiled at that. “But do you see any washboard abs like those male models have?”
She looked at my stomach but didn’t say anything.
“Do you see that ‘V’ that women talk about? You know . . . the one on a guy’s hips that supposedly point to the goods?”
She cracked a smile but didn’t say anything.
“I don’t have any of that. My body isn’t made that way. I work out every single day and I’m probably stronger than most of the guys in those pictures. But my body isn’t built to look like that,” I said. “I’m more like . . . a square. Like Spongebob Squarepants.”
A smile crossed her lips. “You’re sexy to me,” she said shyly.
I nodded. “Exactly.” I walked toward her and cupped her face in my hands. “You are the sexiest, most beautiful woman I have ever met in my life. Just knowing you are standing here in my bedroom is the biggest turn-on.”
She reached up on her tiptoes and kissed me. I put one hand on the back of her neck to pull her mouth closer to mine and used the other to find the zipper on the back of her dress and pull it down. When my hands pulled the dress forward so it could fall off of her onto the floor, I finally broke away from the kiss to have my first look at this beautiful woman’s body.
It was not what I expected.
“What the hell is that?” I asked, looking down and around her.
She giggled. “It’s my Spanx. It uh . . . smoothed out all my bumps since the dress was so fitted.”
I groaned into her neck. “It is taking me way too long to get you naked.”
She laughed and put her arms around me. “Trust me, it is taking way too long to get naked. You thought yellow banana tights were bad. These suckers might be a necessity for fashion, but they are torture to wear.”
I pulled back, newly invigorated by her challenge. “So let’s get them off you.”
I tried to gently move the straps to the side of her shoulders and down her arms. But I found out the hard way, there is no gentle way to get someone out of these things.
“How did you get these things on?” I grunted as I h
elped her lay down on the bed so I could get some good leverage to yank them off.
“It took about twenty minutes. That’s why I was running late when you got there,” she said, lifting her hips to try and help me, but it was still slow going. “Once they’re on, they’re on, so hurry up. I haven’t been able to use the bathroom all night.”
I laughed as I tried for one last big tug. The Spanx finally slid down her thighs and I held them up. I swear, once they were off, they shrunk to the size of something only a baby could fit into.
“Why in the hell would women do this to themselves?” I asked myself out loud. Addison just laughed and jumped off the bed, heading toward the bathroom.
“It’s all in the name of fashion and attracting a man,” she said through the closed door.
“Honestly, babe,” I said as I chucked my pants to the side, leaving me only in my boxer briefs, and climbed on the bed to lay on my side, “they are a total mood killer when you are trying to peel your woman out of a dress.”
I heard the toilet flush and Addison laugh. “I’ll remember that for next time,” she said as the water turned on in the sink.
I waited for a few more seconds, but Addison never came out. Instead, I heard the shower turn on.
“Are you taking a shower, babe?” I called, getting anxious to see her now that I could, you know, actually see her.
“Just a quick one,” she yelled through the door. “My entire body feels like it was squished inside one leg of a pair of panty hose. I just need to rinse the grimy feeling off of me.”
I chuckled as I stared at the ceiling. Leave it to Addison to be flowery fresh for our first time.
A few minutes had passed when the door finally cracked open. “I’m back to being kind of nervous again,” she admitted, walking slowly through the door wrapped in one my fluffy white bath towels.
My lips quirked up at her nervousness. She was so damn sexy when she was unsure of herself. It was one of the things that intrigued me about her from the beginning.
“Your hair is still dry.”
She shrugged. “I didn’t want to mess with all that tonight.” She glanced up at me and started biting her lip again.
“Babe, come here,” I said, reaching my hand to her. She walked over to the bed and climbed on, crawling over to me and laying on her side, looking at me. I put my hand on her cheek and slowly ran my hand down her shoulder, arm, side, hip, thigh, never taking my eyes off of her. And then I kissed her. It was slow and sensual. The kiss you give when you’re trying desperately to keep things moving at a slow pace so you can prolong the experience. My hand moved up to her breast and I gently stroked my thumb over her through the towel. Her breath hitched, making me pull back and look in her eyes.
“You’re so beautiful,” I said quietly as I continued stroking her. Her eyes dilated just a bit.
“You’re not disappointed?” she asked softly.
“Oh, babe,” I said. “You’re even better than I imagined.” I ran my hand around her neck and down her collarbone, undoing the towel. I pushed it aside, freeing her breasts. She was right. They weren’t perky and they didn’t stand at attention now that the bra was off. But damn . . . they were so beautiful. I lifted one of them with my hand and then I lowered my head and grabbed her nipple between my lips, sucking and licking and nibbling.
When she groaned quietly, it took everything in me to remain in control. I had dreamt of this night for so long. I wanted to do it right for her. I wanted to show her how I felt. That everything I felt for her was real and permanent. I was so madly in love with her, but she was too skittish for me to tell her that just yet. The only thing I could do was show her.
When she ran her fingers through my hair, I gently rolled her onto her back and kissed my way between her breasts, down to her stomach, paying special attention to the faint stretch marks around her waist.
“Why are you kissing my stretch marks?” she asked quietly, still stroking my hair.
I broke away from kissing her to look up at her. “Because I know they’re from Jaxon. And that makes them beautiful to me.”
A small smile crossed her lips as I continued my trek downward. I grabbed the towel that had somehow bunched around her legs and peeled it away from her body slowly, leaving her completely naked. My lips and tongue followed the same path as I kissed and nibbled my way down her left leg. When I got to her foot and the towel was finally on the floor where it belonged, my mouth took an identical path back up her right leg . . . foot to calf to knee to thigh to inner thigh. I could smell her arousal, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on.
“You smell so good,” I said as I kissed her soft curls while making my way back up her body to the breast I hadn’t tasted yet. As much as I wanted to taste her between her legs, I wasn’t going to. Not tonight. Yes, tonight was going to be about pleasure. But more importantly, I wanted it to be about the connection. No bells and whistles. No tricks. There was time for all of that later.
Tonight, I just wanted us to experience the most intimate connection a man and woman could have. And I didn’t want any other part of my body inside of her until after that moment.
As I brought my mouth to hers and nipped her bottom lip, she pushed on me, so I rolled over and lay down on my back. She sat up and touched me everywhere . . . my shoulders, my biceps, my pecs and my abs. Her hands drifted lower, skipping the bulge in my briefs, and running her hand down my thighs and calves. I watched her as she explored my body, taking her time to get to know me. Her eyes flickered up to mine when she finally grabbed the waistband of my briefs. I lifted my hips to help her, her eyes never leaving mine.
She finally bit her lip and looked down, quickly looking back up to my eyes. And down again. And up again.
I crossed my arms behind my head and smiled at her. “What?” I asked. “Expecting something bigger?” I joked, one eyebrow quirked up.
“No,” she said. “That wasn’t what I was thinking at all.”
“Then what were you thinking?” I asked, curious now.
She looked back down and grabbed on, stroking me slowly . . . up and down. Up and down. I momentarily forgot what we were talking about.
“I was thinking,” she said, “that you are so beautiful. Not like I have a lot to compare it to. But . . . you just are.”
She softly rubbed her thumb over my tip, causing me to inhale sharply.
“Now you know how I feel about you,” I said.
She continued stroking me as I handed her a condom. She rolled it down my length and then leaned over to kiss me again. I couldn’t help myself when I grabbed both her hands and rolled her onto her back, pinning her arms above her head as I kissed her neck and her collarbone and that sensitive skin underneath her arm. She moaned and squeaked every once in a while when I accidentally found a ticklish spot. I finally nudged my knee between her legs, silently asking her to open them for me. She did.
Once I was settled between her legs, our eye contact never broke away. I could feel my tip nudging her entrance, but I wouldn’t move until she gave me the go-ahead.
“Addison,” I said softly between kisses. “Are you ready?”
She nodded. “I’m ready for anything,” she said as I pushed inside her, never taking my eyes off hers. “And everything,” she said with a gasp.
It took two thrusts until my hips were flush with hers, all the way deep inside her.
“You ok?” I asked, making slow gentle thrusts.
She nodded and smiled. “Are you ok? Does it feel ok?”
“Oh, babe,” I said, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I let the sensation wash over me before concentrating on her again. “You have no idea how good you feel. This is what I’ve been waiting for all my life. You are what I’ve been waiting for all my life.”
She smiled and grabbed my cheeks, pulling me to her. I kissed her with everything in me while I continued to work myself in and out of her at a slow, methodical pace. After a few minutes, her breathing hitched and I
knew she was close.
I pushed up and repositioned my arms so I could see her. I grabbed her right leg and wrapped it around my waist, leaving the other leg bent at the knee but still on the bed. The hand that wasn’t next to her thigh was by her head, giving me the leverage I needed. I didn’t just use my hips. I used my whole body for long, deep thrusts. The more she grabbed and scratched at my back, the longer and harder I pushed until she began to spasm around me. She threw back her head and let out a cross between a groan and a scream. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
As the aftershocks continued inside her I felt my balls tighten, and then the familiar tingle started at the base of my spine and raced up my back until it exploded in the back of my brain. I threw my head back and released into her with a deep guttural moan of pleasure.
When I finally came back down from the high, I gently dropped my body on top of hers. I grabbed the edge of the comforter to throw it over us, since we never actually made it under the covers.
“Thank you, Jason,” Addison said quietly a few minutes later, as she leisurely ran her fingers through my hair.
“For what?” I asked, suddenly feeling really sleepy.
“For making me feel beautiful.”
I moved my head on her shoulder so I could look her in the eyes. “You’re more than just beautiful, Addison,” I said. “You are everything to me. Don’t ever doubt that.”
I reached over and kissed her softly and rolled us over until she was on my chest. She snuggled in and we fell asleep.
“Did you finally get laid?” Deuce asked when I answered the phone the next morning.
“What?” I asked. “I just woke up. Why are you calling so early?”
My phone had been left in the living room overnight, but I still heard it ring from my bed. I didn’t want to get up. I was perfectly comfortable with my arms and legs wrapped around a naked Addison. But instead of leaving a message, Deuce thought it would be fun to call me over and over and over until I finally tore myself away from her to answer the phone.
“It’s not early. It’s after eight. I don’t care that there was a gala last night. Last year, you would’ve woken my ass up at six to go work out no matter what,” he said. “So I repeat . . . did . . . you . . . get . . . laid?”