“But you just met me,” I said as I shifted to face him.
“Tell me .... How long should it take?”
“Until you get to know me better.”
“I know everything I need to know,” he said, leaning over to kiss me on my cheek. He lingered there for a moment and then said, “Let’s have them wrap up the rest of dinner. We can eat it for a midnight snack.”
“I have work tomorrow.”
“Worry about tomorrow when it gets here. Let’s enjoy ourselves.”
Against my better judgment—hell, all of my judgment—we started walking slowly back to my car. He held my hand and I could feel his energy entering my palm, permeating my body. In contrast to the hurried march on the way to the restaurant, he kept a relaxed pace and whistled softly.
“I think you must be the strangest person I’ve ever met,” I said, as my arms swung slowly with his.
“Well, you must have limited exposure to people because I meet people far stranger than I all the time. I think up until now you’ve lived a sheltered existence. To please your mother maybe?” He wasn’t looking for a response. “No matter,” he continued, swatting his free hand in the air as if to push the thought away. “That will all change soon enough.”
I started to believe everything he said. Did I actually keep on the straight and narrow because of my mother? I’ve always felt rebellious of her ways but have I really strayed that much?
We crossed the parking lot to my red Honda Accord and he held out his hand for the keys. He unlocked the car and opened the passenger side door for me.
“Where to?” he said as he settled himself into the driver’s seat, moving it back to accommodate his legs.
“Don’t you already know?” I asked. “You managed to find my workplace easily enough.”
“Actually I do.”
“How the hell do you know where I live and work?” I said, shifting in my seat to face him. The fear in me again raised its ugly head.
“The cabby was a friend of mine,” he said, shrugging.
“Should I be worried for my life? Are you a deranged serial killer? Do you stalk women with wavy brown hair?” I was only half kidding but at the same time my head felt like it was splitting open. What the hell am I doing? I thought.
He laughed heartily and said, “Not to worry. I will never hurt you unless you want me to.”
My heart beat rapidly in my chest. I didn’t know how to respond. He turned over the engine and pulled out of the parking lot. I watched the familiar streets pass as he made his way to my condominium.
“Where should I park?” he asked as he drove my car into my complex.
Relief swept over me when I realized he didn’t know my apartment number. “Park in the spot over there,” I said and pointed.
He maneuvered into my space and quickly got out of the car. I began to get out as well but he caught the door in time to open it himself. “Thank you,” I said. “I’m not used to having men open doors for me.”
He held out his hand. I swung my legs around and he pulled me to my feet, embracing me around my back and lifting me onto my toes. He lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me for the first time. My body caught fire, making me feel like it had been asleep all of my life up until that very moment. He kissed me deeply, exploring my mouth with his tongue. As he sucked my lower lip into his kiss, I could smell his warm spicy breath on my face. His kiss took me on a journey of sensation. He encouraged me with his lips to explore his mouth with my tongue. I kissed deeper than ever before, lost in another plane of existence. The kiss took away any possible resolve I had left. When he finally pulled away I felt light-headed, the way I did after an orgasm.
“Wow,” I whispered.
“Let’s go,” he said, lifting the leftovers and handing me my purse and flowers.
He strode over to the elevators, leaving me behind to catch up.
“Hey,” I called.
“We definitely need to get you more practical shoes.” He walked back and handed me the bag of food.
Swooping me up in his arms like a bride, he carried me to the elevator. My weight didn’t slow him down.
“What floor?” he asked, waiting to push the call button on the elevator.
“Third,” I said, smiling.
“What’s taking so long?” he asked after a minute.
“Elevator’s slow,” I said, laughing.
He headed for the steps with me in his arms and climbed the two flights of stairs to the third floor.
“Three-o-nine,” I said, pointing down the hallway with a chuckle in my voice.
“Of course it’s the farthest one away from the stairs,” he said, grinning.
Finally he put me down gently in front of the door. “Which key?”
“Here,” I said, reaching to take the keys from him.
“Which one?” he said, holding firmly onto the keys.
“This one,” I said, pointing to the bronze-colored one. He opened the door and closed it behind us.
I stood by the door not knowing what to do. I felt young and inexperienced all over again. He found the kitchen and placed the brown bag in the fridge. Then he glided back over to me, removed the purse hanging from my shoulder and placed both the purse and the flowers on the counter.
“Come here,” he said gently, pulling me close. “Where’s the bedroom?”
“There.” I pointed behind him.
He took my hand and led me in. I started to unbutton my shirt but he stopped me.
“No. Let me,” he said in a serious tone.
I stood there with my arms at my sides, being undressed for the first time since childhood. The act seemed more fatherly than sexual as he carefully unbuttoned my blouse and slid it off my shoulders. I’m not sure why, but I wanted to cry. I held back the tears by watching him neatly fold my shirt and place it on the dresser. Reaching behind me, he unzipped my skirt, holding the waistband as it slid down my legs. Leaning on his shoulder I stepped out of the skirt, which he laid neatly on top of the blouse. Kneeling down in front of me he removed my shoes.
Something about the way he moved stayed with me. I thought of him rushing down the street in front of me earlier that night. He didn’t just walk, he flowed—without wasted effort, with an absolute precision that exuded strength and sexuality. As he stepped back my eyes fixated on his body. He moved with such confidence, as if the dance of life came easily to him, a dance I hoped he would soon teach me.
There I stood, wanting to be free of my bra, incredibly aroused and yet feeling like my heart could break if he turned his eyes away from me just once.
As he rose to his feet I saw in his expression a look of such compassion and love, it frightened me. I shook my head to clear the confusion from my thoughts, but with little success.
“Are you okay?” Luke asked.
“Yes,” I said, a bit tremulous.
“You’re very beautiful,” he said as he circled around me to unfasten my bra. “You look much better without clothes.” He faced me again as he folded my bra and added it to the pile. I noticed my shoes were lined up next to the dresser.
“Shall I undress you?” I asked nervously.
“No,” he said, sweeping me up in his arms and lowering me down onto the bed.
He undressed quickly, taking the same care with his clothes as he had with mine. My pile lay next to his. His workman boots were neatly lined up beside my black heels.
When he turned to face me, I was struck by two things. The first was a scar running down his stomach from just under his chest on the right to his hip bone. I wondered what might have happened to him. My eyes trailed up his body to his lean chest. He had to spend considerable time in the gym to get his body so muscular and sinewy. The strength he displayed carrying me up the stairs was evident. The second thing I noticed was his sizable girth, easily visible as his cock stood immensely aroused. I wondered how much pleasure and pain I would feel once he entered me. The thought shocked me; I’d never considered the possibility
of pain in sex, but I couldn’t help it. Memories of his hard touch that first night at the party house and how it had heightened my senses brought those feelings back to me, and my juices began to run down my thighs.
Lying down on the bed, he pulled me on top of him. His energy so encompassed me I couldn’t feel myself apart from him. Slowly, passionately, he kissed me. His lips lingered, devouring my mouth, sucking my lips, wrapping his tongue around mine. I was lost in the moment, the whole of my body consumed by his deft tongue as his lips stoked the desire within me. I had forgotten time and space and was floating in absolute contentment when he finally pulled his lips from mine.
With strong hands he gently rolled me onto my back and held my arms above my head. Instead of feeling confined by him, I felt released. He lay beside me, using his free hand to brush his fingers down my body. In my heightened state of excitement I could barely stand his touch, knowing that if he tried he could make me cum with just one more caress.
Then he turned his attention lower, trailing his lips to my breast. He breathed my nipple into his mouth, making me gasp. He sucked softly and slowly at first but as he added more pressure to his manipulations of my hard tip, he caused me to cry out. I writhed about as he moved his attentions to my other breast. He already knew how to read me, because as I felt myself coming closer and closer to release, he instinctively pulled back, causing my bliss to slip just enough.
“Oh you smell so good,” he said, kissing his way up to my neck, taking in my scent and suckling and nibbling there as if I were dessert.
Then, in a frighteningly quick movement, he swung himself on top of me, widening my legs apart with his own as he propped himself above me. I could feel his cock brushing against my inner thigh as he eased his hips forward ever so slowly. I shuddered, anticipating his girth and the sensation of him filling me, but instead he ran the full length of his phallus over my clit. My pelvis arched upward, wanting him inside of me, but he only grinned as he slid the thick head of his cock back down until it hovered over my longing lips. He held it there for a second, teasing me, as I tried to move my hips onto him.
Having brought me to the desired state of frenzy, Luke finally eased his cock inside of me as I arched my back to receive him into my wetness. Involuntarily I shifted my body to accommodate his size as his length entered me, inch by filling inch. I had expected him to fuck me hard; instead, he moved slowly in and out of me, looking into my eyes the whole time, sealing our connection. He had me hooked. I could have cum a dozen times in those first strokes, but the look in his eyes told me to restrain my body.
As he continued to leisurely slide in and out of my wet pussy, I could see a new look in his eyes giving me permission to release the absolute joy building within me, and for the first time in my life, I had an orgasm solely from intercourse. That orgasm seemed to last forever as he continued to slide his full length into me with a confident, controlled rhythm. I entered another realm that shook me to the core. Though he said nothing, his eyes spoke volumes as he claimed my heart with every penetrating stroke.
Frightened by what his look said to me, I closed my eyes. His stare felt too intimate, too potent. Love could not happen that fast, I thought. But as my exhilaration rose to an even higher sphere I opened my eyes to a blur of blending colors. He touched my clit, releasing a second and third orgasm that wiped out all my cares and concerns. Then, one last time, he pulled his cock all the way out and thrust back into me. When he came it reminded me of a roar of a lion. He looked fierce and powerful and his gaze matched his physical penetration.
“This is just the beginning,” he whispered, as he lowered himself beside me, his sweat glistening in the soft light.
As he spooned me to him, I felt as if my childhood dream—every girl’s dream—had finally been fulfilled. Floating in complete relaxation I dozed off, thinking, This doesn’t really happen to people, certainly not to me.
The shift of the bed as he sat down brought me back to the real world as the smell of stir-fry filled the room.
“We need to fatten you up,” Luke said, holding a bowl of steaming food.
As I sat up in bed I giggled as he temptingly fed me leftovers, teasing each bite in and out of my mouth until I’d lunge for it with my teeth. When he laughed at my antics, I knew I was a goner. It was by far the most romantic moment I had ever experienced.
He scooted me over to the center of the bed and got in on my side. When he embraced me, I knew we would make love again. He kissed my eyes and then my forehead, but he must have noticed my desire to please him. He must have enjoyed knowing he had inspired such uncontrolled passion and fulfilled a longing that rendered me young and vulnerable. So, after asking his permission, I kissed the craggy line of his scar, which stood out on his otherwise smooth, taut body. I found it sensual, twisted and poignant. I wanted to know what had happened, who had hurt him. I wanted to kiss away his pain as he had relieved me of mine.
He allowed me to explore him. As my lips gently glided over his brawny body, I breathed him in as though he were an elixir that would cure all my ills. I committed his aroma to memory, never wanting to lose that moment.
Working my lips over his body, I felt his growing response against my breast. In a surprising move, he grabbed my arms just below my shoulders and drew me upright. He positioned me above him just before allowing me to lower myself onto his rigid phallus. Then he gripped my hips and pulled me down onto him as he lifted his hips to meet mine in a single deep orgasmic thrust.
“Oh god!” I said. He filled me, wholly and completely, holding still for a minute before using his hands to move my body rhythmically back and forth. I matched his pace while clutching his chest for support. Then he skillfully reached his right hand between us so I could rub my clitoris against his index finger.
I churned my pubis down on him, crying out in pleasure and pain as he filled me past comfort. I was so engrossed that I slammed my pelvis into his again and again as he twirled my clit with his fingers, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.
“Cum only when I say you can,” he commanded.
I looked straight into his eyes, my hips rising and falling in a fury as my pussy burned with a fire all of its own. My orgasm hovered close, the need to cum intense, but the brazen look in his eyes forced me to hold back against everything my body demanded. As he twirled my clit once more, I forced myself to contain my orgasm. It could’ve been five seconds or five minutes but it felt like an eternity. I didn’t want to disappoint Luke as I bit my lower lip, holding myself at the edge of ecstasy until I saw him nod once.
Like a tidal wave crashing against the shore, my orgasm sent the force of my energy into him as the contractions of my pussy squeezed his hard cock. “Oh yes Luke, I’m cumming for you! Ohhhh, yes,” I groaned as I clawed at his chest, my senses screaming. I finally collapsed forward onto his chest, gasping for breath.
I could feel his cock still pulsating inside me. I resumed wriggling my hips back and forth, loving the way he filled me, only to have him grab my buttocks and propel them in a circular motion. We ground our bodies together until the lion growl ripped through him. Fascinated, I watched his ferocious release as he impaled me with his cock. His features twisted in agonized pleasure as his load burst against my uterus, causing my own muscles to clamp on as if milking every drop of him.
A moment later his body went from rigid to relaxed, his lips curving into a warm smile. Eyes still closed, he reached up and pulled me to his chest, wrapping his arms around me. In that moment, I felt so cared for, so loved. He held me like that until we both fell back to sleep.
* * * *
Luke left sometime during the night. I slept so deeply, I had no awareness of his departure. When I awoke in the morning, I had a slight headache from the saké and felt soreness between my legs. Smiling at the sensation, I touched my inner folds, thinking of him. He had completely controlled every aspect of the night before and for the first time in a long while, there had been no need for me to think. It h
ad been a relief to be out of my head, only conscious of the sensations coursing throughout my body. I really did believe at the time that those kinds of experiences only happened in fairy tales. Luke had aided me in becoming a fully sexual being.
I will always be grateful to him for that but ….
As I lay on the bed resisting getting into the shower, I recall already being confounded by Luke. He frightened, even terrified me at times, and yet I felt possessed by him, filled by him, freed by him. How can you feel freed and captured at the same time? I started to get anxious.
Would I see him again today? Would he call me?
I dragged myself to the bathroom for a hot shower. On the counter, laid out neatly, I found my underwear from Friday night.
For some reason this made me laugh.
CHAPTER THREE
By the end of the first hour of work I had averted several crises, finding temps to fill in where needed. On the plus side, I was too occupied to think about Luke.
At two o’clock a knock at the door startled me. Pierce, an executive assistant from the twelfth floor, brought a large bouquet of burnt orange and yellow spotted lilies into my office. The aging college preppy wore khaki pants and a button–down, long-sleeved Polo shirt. His loafers were shiny brown and I wondered if he used the same shine from his shoes on his slicked back hair. The grapevine had previously informed me of his interest as had his meek overtures, so I immediately assumed the flowers were from him.
“Flowers for me? Why are you buying me flowers?” I asked.
“When you didn’t respond to me, I just figured you for a lesbian,” he said. “They’re not from me. It says, ‘from Luke.’ ”
“You opened the card?” I said as I made room on my desk for the vase.
“No, it’s written on the envelope,” he said, placing them in front of me. “So you’re not gay after all?”
“Get out,” I said as I pushed him through the door and closed it quickly behind him.
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