She stands and doesn't quite find her balance right off. Her hand covers mine on the back of the chair when she goes to steady herself and her eyes lock on mine.
"Sorry," she says so quietly I can't hear her voice. Or maybe she doesn't say it quietly and I can't hear her because the blood rushing from my brain to my dick is so loud I can't hear anything.
"S'OK," I croak out. The warmth of her hand on mine feels like a branding iron and it's all I can do not to grab her up in my arms and kiss her right here in front of everyone in the restaurant.
Her eyes are a pale gray, rimmed with thick lashes that appear to be much darker than her fiery hair. It's hard to tell through her makeup, though. Right now they crinkle at the corners along her eyeliner,
"The 'old fashioned way'" she mimics light-heartedly, "while we're arranging our best friends' marriage?"
"Ya gotta admit," I take my hand off the chair back and move hers with it so she can use me for balance in case she's still a little tipsy, "that's pretty old fashioned."
I don't know if she really needs the extra support or if she's hanging on to my arm because she wants to as we make our way down the street to where my car is parked. I don't really care. I'm just loving the feel of her small hand gripping my forearm and the way it means her body bumps against mine as we walk.
All I want to do is slip my arm over her shoulder and let my fingers run down her bare arm, hoping to make goosebumps rise along her pale skin.
I want to walk down this sidewalk with Kimberly in my grip so every one of these motherfuckers knows she's mine.
She doesn't even notice how many guys are checking her out. She's totally oblivious to how fucking hot she is and how many of the assholes we walk past have their eyes glued to her.
Maybe I'm jumping the gun here, but I don't want any one of these losers getting the idea that I'm just some random Saturday night date. I pull my arm up and over her shoulders, just like I want to. Hoping she doesn't pull away.
She doesn't.
I shoot the bouncer outside the club on the corner a smug grin as Kimberly nuzzles into the space under my arm where she fits perfectly.
That's right, asshole, I can't help but think as he gives me a nod that's basically bro-code for "well-done," she's mine.
It's the first time I've thought of Kim as mine. My woman. She's with me tonight and she's going to be with me every night. She's going to be my wife and the mother of my children.
I feel my back straighten and my chest puff up a little. It's fucking ridiculous, I know, but I kinda want to jump up on one of the park benches and yell it out, let everyone in this town know that they better remember that this girl is mine now.
Next time they see her, she's gonna have my ring on her finger!
Kimberly
I don't know what changed, but somewhere between leaving the restaurant and getting back to Ryan's car, he went from the shy, playfulness that we've been dancing around for the last week to-- something else.
I like it.
I like it a lot.
I liked the way he put his arm around me as we walked down the sidewalk. Like he was claiming me in front of everyone. I liked the way he stared down the guys smoking in front of the bar when they looked at me.
I mean, it's not like they were really looking at me like that, but it felt good that Ryan thought they were.
The drive back to my place is short, which is good, because I really want him to come inside...me.
My hand flies over my mouth like I can somehow take back the giggle that just escaped me.
"Something funny?" Ryan asks. But he's not giving me one of those sympathetic laughs like he's pretending to be in on the joke with me.
"Um," I fumble with my keys while he waits patiently beside me at my front door, "just a funny thought," I tell him, "and one sip of wine too many, apparently."
The door swings open and I flip the light switch just inside the door. The front room lights up and I head across the threshold.
Ryan doesn't move.
When I turn around, I see him shift his weight from one foot to the other with a look on his face like he's trying to decide whether to stick with the shy routine or go with that sexy alpha thing that just popped up on our walk downtown.
My eyes hold his for a second longer than necessary and then I let them wander down his frame. Just checking to see what else might 'pop up.' My internal bad girl whispers inside my brain, making me fight another giggle.
Damn but my brain seems to have gotten set on naughty. I blame the wine. I blame the way my body lit up when he pulled me against him like he owned me. I blame him.
From the dark brown hair cropped close to his head, to the smooth skin of his freshly shaved jaw, down the broad chest that isn't hidden by the black dress shirt to the...hmmm. I really don't think it's the wine that's got me thinking like this.
He's wearing black dress pants. Not the jeans I've seen him in when we've met for coffee during the day. The dress pants aren't as tight and they don't show off his-- assets-- the way the jeans do, but I never had the courage to really check things out from the front view till now.
The view from my front door isn't disappointing. There's definitely a bulge behind that fly. One that needs further investigating.
I'm about to open my mouth to invite him in, or give in to the impulse to do something really naughty to get him past the doorway, when he seems to make his decision about whether to go with his shy, polite Dr. Jekyll personality or the newly discovered, commanding Mr. Hyde.
The door slams behind him but it's only a distant thud under the beat of my heart.
Ryan's hands are bracing the sides of my face, holding my head firmly between them and forcing me to look up at him.
Or I would be looking up at him, if my eyes were open.
They're not, they closed. Maybe too tightly, because there are bright pink and white star bursts exploding behind my eyelids while he kisses me.
His fingers are making a mess of my hair. Combing through it and pulling the curls out of the bobby pins I spent so much time pinning it up with earlier.
I can't bother to care about it though. If I have to spend 3 hours combing it out tomorrow, it'll be worth it.
Fuck! If I have to shave it all off, it'll be so worth it!
He's a really good kisser.
His lips are firm against mine, commanding my lips apart and moving his tongue to coax mine to twine with it.
Ryan's taller than me, tall enough that he has to bend down to kiss me but all I want to feel is that bulge in his pants pressed against me.
He guides me further into my house, heading toward the sofa on the far side of my living room. Through the haze that clouds my brain I think about changing our direction toward the bedroom but it's so damn easy to let him decide.
I like the decisive way he steers me across the room, our mouths never parting. By the time he pushes me down on the sofa, my hair is completely loose in what must look like a rat's nest but he doesn't seem to mind.
My glasses get slipped off my face and I hear him set them on the end table next to the sofa.
And then Ryan's lips finally break from mine.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he says in a voice that's thick with the same lust I'm feeling, "I wanted to do this the night we met."
I don't have a chance to ask what "this" is. I have a feeling I know already, and it's the same thing I want.
His face dips below my jaw and his lips begin searing a trail down my neck on a collision course with his hands where they've landed over my breasts.
He settles on his knees between my legs, forcing my thighs apart to make room for him to kneel between them which pushes my dress up around my waist and exposes my panties. I'm sprawled on the cushions and lewdly open to him but every way he touches me feels too good for me to bother being self conscious.
Ryan grabs the hem of my dress and makes expert work of pulling it off me, leaving me in nothing but the dark green panties t
hat I feel sticking against me from the dampness of my own arousal, and the matching bra that he's already managed to free my breasts from before reaching around my back and unhooking the thing while he teases my nipples into stiff peaks with his teeth.
My head is laid against the back of the couch at an odd angle that I'm only vaguely aware of. My hands thread through Ryan's hair, pulling his mouth against me insistently while I moan at the way his fingers knead into my soft flesh as he wraps his hands around my breasts and grip harder in response to the sounds I make.
Suddenly I feel his hands on my hips and my body is jerked toward him as he pulls me to the edge of the seat.
And that's when my moaning really starts.
Ryan
Thank God her front door opens right into the front room and thank God it's easy to find the fucking sofa without taking my mouth off hers.
I wasn't going to go this fast, I swear. I was going to wait patiently for an invitation inside her home and sit around awkwardly drinking some hot tea or whatever she offered me and hope for a chance to kiss her.
Something just came over me, I couldn't hold back any longer. I needed to taste that red lipstick she wears or something.
Fuck that, I know what I needed. I needed this.
It's hard to take my mouth off hers but I need to taste more than her lipstick. It's so easy to pull her hips to the edge of the cushions, she's curvy but she's tiny and my hands fit around her body like they were made for gripping her.
She's probably going to have a few bruises in the morning where my fingers dig into her ass cheeks when I pull her toward me. I like the idea of my finger prints on her pale skin, marked up so anyone that saw them would know she belongs to me. I also hate the idea of leaving marks on her and I know I'll be spending plenty of time kissing them while they fade.
And no one else had better be looking at the perfect globes of flesh that fill my hands now anyway.
Thanks to my impatience, Kimberly's stripped down to nothing but a tiny little pair of satin panties made up of nothing but a couple triangles of material held together across her hips by narrow bands of elastic.
As soon as I get my face between her thighs I can smell her musk. The little strip of material running between her legs that's keeping me from getting to her nectar is dark and wet with her moisture.
Looking at the evidence of Kim's arousal is enough to make my dick jerk in my trousers. The damn thing is so fucking hard for her it aches but as bad as it needs a taste of Kim's body, so does my tongue.
Pressing my nose to her wetness and inhaling as deeply as I possibly can, I almost come in my pants like a goddamn teenager.
Fuck, she smells like heaven.
I throw her legs over my shoulders and wrap my hands around the hinge of her inner thighs. I'm trying to be gentler than I was with her earlier but it's fucking tough to do when I need to get under those damn little panties more than I need to keep breathing.
Pushing her thighs as wide as I can without hurting her, I use my thumb to drag the soaked cloth aside and expose her to me.
Holy shit. My breath catches in my throat as I get my first glimpse at her perfection.
Fuck this, the panties have to go.
Somehow I manage to pull the damn things down before burying my face in the crevice where her outer lips come together.
Her pussy is almost bare, with a patch of soft fur that matches the curls on her head left scattered over her mound.
The freckles are much sparser here but there are still a few that creep across her inner thighs and onto the soft folds of flesh that conceal the hidden treasure that I'm aiming for.
My tongue dips into that seam and I'm hit with a flavor even sweeter than I anticipated. I have to spread her apart with my thumbs, I don't have the patience to tease her slowly even though I love the way she's squirming under my grip with her bare feet pressed against my back, holding me down and forcing me closer.
I manage to drag my tongue through her folds a couple of times, moving all the way down to the source of her wetness and circling her opening before heading back up and locking my mouth over the delicate little nub that makes my mouth water.
Kim's body twists in my hands, her hands clutch at the couch cushions and a soft moan fills the quiet house followed by a sharp inhale as her body bucks against my mouth.
I do it again, flicking my tongue over the swollen button the same way and I'm rewarded with another hoarse moan and the feel of her fingers grabbing for my hair.
Learning Kim's body is going to be my new favorite hobby. Strike that, my job's going to be my new hobby because I'm making learning Kim's body my new job. Especially if it keeps paying this good.
As soon as I move one hand and test slipping a single digit inside her hot little entrance, Kim's ass lifts off the couch. I've got a firm grip on her with one hand and I add a second finger to the first one, pressing against the front of her inner wall while she rides my face.
Her cry explodes from her like it's being torn from her body with the orgasm that rips through her, coating my face with her cream.
My dick is straining painfully at my zipper now, begging for his turn but I hold Kim's body till she stops shaking, promising myself I'm not going to push my damn luck.
If this is as far as we're going tonight I'm going to go home and jack off to the memory of her coming all over my face until I pass out. No matter how blue my balls get.
Lucky for my dick, it looks like Kim's not done.
Kimberly
It takes forever for me to catch my breath. I don't think I've ever come that hard, and it's definitely never been that good with an actual guy.
If that was any indication of what I can expect sex with Ryan to be like, it looks like I can toss my vibrator and save a ton of money on double A's.
He holds me for a long time too. I wasn't expecting that. I was preparing for him to move on as soon as I came but he's patiently holding me. His mouth is still on me but he's softly kissing now, carefully touching me and letting my body recover instead of being overenthusiastic and moving on before I'm ready.
I'm ready already!
One mind shattering orgasm apparently isn't enough to make me forget about Ryan's cock and how bad I want to feel it inside me. Besides, it wouldn't be fair not to return the favor, right?
It's a struggle to pull myself out of the cushions but I manage to sit up. Ryan catches me around the waist and I push him over backwards when I go to kiss him.
"Why are your clothes still on?" I ask as we land on the carpet.
He tastes like me now, but I don't mind.
"It wasn't about me."
He's flat on his back with his hands on my thighs as I straddle his waist and start working at the buttons of his shirt.
I grin at him, "doesn't mean you shouldn't be naked too," I say in my attempt at a sexy purr as I pull his unbuttoned shirt out of the waistband of his pants. Then I move down lower so I'm over his thighs so that I can undo his pants.
I'm surprised at myself for being so bold. I mean, I'm not a virgin, and I'm not exactly shy about sex, but it's not like me to feel so comfortable taking charge like this.
Something about Ryan just feels easy. Maybe it's because we know we're planning on getting married, or maybe opting for an arranged marriage through a match maker means that we're really compatible? We're not just two random people figuring each other out without any reason to believe we're right for each other.
Whatever it is, I'm having a little bit of fun undressing Ryan and the way he's watching me while I do it makes me feel like a sex goddess.
Getting him naked is something I should have done first. Holy cow!
I knew he looked good in his clothes, with a slender, athletic physique. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, great ass...but I feel like I just unwrapped the best Christmas present ever.
Ryan is cut. His chest is hard and flat and I could play his abs like a xylophone.
I let my hands run over his torso, tr
acing the edges of the sculpted muscles and paying attention to his response depending on where I touch him and how.
His fingers slide up the inside of my thighs, aiming for the place that's throbbing again already in anticipation of taking this to the next level.
Speaking of the next level-- as much as I like feeling the pad of Ryan's thumb stroking through my wet folds and the way he's looking at me with his eyelids heavy and his lips parted as he moves his hips beneath me to rock that stiff pole up against my pussy, I really want to get my lips wrapped around him.
I wait a minute first, closing my eyes and rocking against him while he touches me just right to make my entire body feel like it's buzzing.
His cock is still hidden under the fabric of the boxer briefs stretched taut across it's magnificent length, just the tip poking out above the waist band.
Ryan gives a pained sounding little moan when I move and I know what he means. It's hard for me to give up the connection too, but then I pull what's left of his clothes off, peeling the dress pants and his underwear off of him together and kissing my way back up his legs.
His calves are tensed as I run my hands up the carved muscle. His thighs are thick too. Making me wonder just what kind of work out he does to get in this kind of shape.
He's not very hairy, just enough dark fur running down his chest and up his thighs to be masculine in a way that's making my breath ragged as I make my way upward until my mouth reaches the base of his cock.
At my touch, his cock twitches under my lips and his stomach jumps with his sharp gasp.
"Kim..." His hand finds the back of my head and holds it, but gently, with his palm open and his thumb stroking my hair as I drag the tip of my tongue up the underside of his shaft and then wrap my hand around the base.
Ryan sounds like he's trying to breathe evenly, but every inhale is shaky and every exhale is jagged and listening to him fight to keep control as I take his broad head between my lips and slide my mouth down to meet the hand I have wrapped around his girth is making me hungrier to take him into my body anyway I can.
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