by Betsy Anne
He’s back in whisper mode, which shoots a lightening bolt to my crotch. I don’t answer his question. I throw my arms around his neck and crush his mouth with mine. I’m clawing at him to remove his shirt; I‘m desperate to feel his skin on mine. He breaks our sloppy kiss only for a moment to grab the back of his shirt and yank it over his head. There is that beautiful chest. I’ve been fantasizing about how he tastes. My mouth kisses a trail down his neck to his chest, then over to a nipple. I suck and pull with ferocity. He tastes and feels so much better than my imagination could muster. His heart is racing and his breath is frantic. He pushes me back so that we’re face to face again.
“I’m so sorry, Melanie, this isn’t what I was expecting tonight. I knew it would be difficult to get through this massage, but I’m a professional. I didn’t think it would be as hard as it was. I’ve had a bit of a crush since the first time I saw you. I should have lied and said my schedule was full so that I could have at least taken you out on a proper date before my hands were all over your body. I massage a lot of women, and I’ve never done anything like this before. I’m embarrassed I couldn’t even make it out of the room before kissing you. When your sheet fell, I just couldn’t help but…”
I’m on him again. I don’t need to hear anything else. He’s hot for me; I’m hot for him. Let’s do this. We grapple at each other again, hands and arms feeling and kneading. My skin is slick from the oil and it feels so good, him touching me with purpose. He throws back the rest of the sheet and blanket, and grabs my legs to wrap around his waist. I’m completely bare up against his khaki shorts. I feel his hardness through the shorts, that was definitely him, and I unzip and yank them down. He’s not wearing anything underneath, and his dick springs free. He’s hard as a rock, and he’s huge! Those baggy shorts did nothing to accentuate the man’s body underneath. I reach down to feel him and I get a nice surprise. No hair! Wow, it has been a while. Do guys do this now? He feels so smooth and hard; my mouth is watering. I want to taste him. I push him back just a little to make my intention clear.
“Do you mind? I’d love to taste you.”
He shakes his head quickly; when has a man ever said no to that question? He dims the lights in the room once more, and lights the candles. The lighting is more conducive for what I have in mind. I point to the table, and he lies down. His erection looks like a flagpole! It certainly deserves a salute. This angle gives me perfect access to it. I bend down and take him as fully as I can in my mouth. I can’t remember the last time I did this. He tastes salty and delicious. It’s a thrill to please a man like this. He’s trying to watch me but instead he drops his head back and groans.
“Holy shit, that feels so good. Jesus, Melanie, if you keep going I’m going to come in your mouth. I’ve been hard for too long today.”
I’d better stop. Our night hasn’t even gotten started yet; I don’t want to ruin it. I reluctantly take him in one more time, all the way down, and pull and suck very slowly back to the tip. His legs are shaking, and I know I stopped in the nick of time. I grab him at the base of his balls and squeeze. That should hold him from coming for now. He sits up and I see sweat on his forehead.
“We should slow down. I really do want to take you to dinner. Maybe now is a good place to pause,” he said with just a hint of a question mark at the end. I’m guessing that’s his way of trying to do the right thing, but leaving the option open. Now that I know his intentions, I think a nice dinner and wine sound great. We can certainly pick this up later.
“OK,” I reluctantly agree. “On the condition that I can shower first.”
I run my hands through my oily hair to emphasize the fact that he’s made a mess of me.
“Fair. Meet you in the lobby in twenty? If you’ll excuse me, I have a very cold shower to take.”
He takes my face in his hands, and gives me the lightest, sweetest kisses. On my forehead, my nose and the last and longest on my lips. I’m swooning.
* * *
I race through my shower as quickly as I can. The water is beading off my body from all the massage oil. At least I’ll be soft and supple. I throw on some makeup, twist up my wet hair and throw on my clothes. Twenty minutes exactly. That’s what happens when you have motivation to hurry. He’s in the lobby and on his phone. His back is to me. His hair is wet, and his dress shirt and jeans are snug in all the right places. Now that I know what he looks like under them, I no longer have to guess. I didn’t come close to doing him justice. He turns around, gives me a killer smile, wiggling his eyebrows as he checks me out. He ends his call and walks toward me.
“Wow, you look stunning. Thank you for still agreeing to go out with me and not call the cops. I’m feeling pretty guilty about what happened in there. I should have waited, I’m sorry.” He looks embarrassed.
“You have nothing to apologize for. You were the consummate professional until my sheet dropped. I have to say I was flattered by the reaction. I’m the one who jumped you; I made the first move. Anyway, we’re adults and can make our own decisions, right?”
“Right you are, miss. Thanks, that makes me feel better. I was just on the phone with Luigi’s; they can seat us as soon as we get there. The food is delicious, I hope you like it.”
“I really enjoyed the taste of my appetizer, but I wasn’t allowed to finish it. Guess I’ll have to settle for spaghetti and meatballs.”
I give him my best sexy look, and he blushes at my remark. He rolls his eyes at me, and we walk out to his car. He has a sleek, black BMW. Not bad wheels for a personal trainer.
“Do you deal drugs on the side? Nice ride,” I say with a whistle. He laughs and spins his keys.
“Don’t be too impressed. It was my father’s, and he decided to get a brand new one so he gave me a good deal.”
“How old is it? It looks brand new!”
“A year and a half. My dad likes new toys. I guess that’s why he’s on wife Number Four.”
“How about you? You the love em and leave em type, too?”
I said that as a joke, but the look in his eyes tells me he didn’t find it funny.
“No, Melanie, I’m not. My dad really screwed over my mother and every woman since. I don’t play games in my relationships.”
Oh my God. That turned sour quickly. He’s standing with the door open waiting for me to get in. I can’t move. I don’t know what to say to ease the tension, so I choose to stay quiet. Let him make the next move. I whisper a quick “thanks,” and he closes the door. When he gets in, he looks sad.
“I’m sorry Melanie, I didn’t mean to come off like a dick. I know you didn’t mean anything by that, and I was wrong to react that way. I just like you and if you ever thought I was like him it would kill me. He’s an asshole, and a womanizer. I would never dream of treating anyone that way.”
“It’s all right. Consider the whole thing forgotten. Now, are you going to feed me?”
I get that great smile again, and he reaches over to place his hand on my leg as he kisses me.
“By all means. If you still want to finish your appetizer later, I know where you can find it. Maybe it’s better as dessert anyway.”
Damn he’s cute! We speed out of the parking lot and head for our date. Finally.
* * *
“That was one of the best meals I’ve had in a long time. It’s going to take me ten sessions with you to burn it off. I should have known that was your angle. Lure me into a great dinner, and I have to keep you as my trainer forever!”
The setting, the food, everything had been perfect. I barely know this guy and we’ve already crossed off dates one through five in four hours. We talked so easily with one another; I feel so comfortable with him. Without the ugly details, I tell him I’m divorced, and have three amazing sons. He didn’t blink. He asks about my boys. I guess when you get to our age, there’s the assumption we’ve had a life. He is less complicated. He was married briefly, and she was cheating on him so he left. I’m glad I didn’t tell him my story in full
color. I assume that’s another reason he was so heated when discussing his father before. He has a degree in English from the University of Illinois. He wanted to be a teacher, but got into massage therapy after a car accident. It has helped him so much, physically and emotionally, that he decided to pursue it and he never looked back. He’s adorably passionate when he talks about it, too. I could watch him talk all night.
It’s just after 10:00 p.m. when we make it back to the gym. Jason sent me a text earlier that the game is going into overtime, and he wasn’t sure what time they would get back. He offered to let my boys crash at their house since it would be so late. I thanked him as profusely as I could via text, and told him I owed him one. The rest of my night was free.
“I guess you need to get home to the guys. Do you have a babysitter tonight?”
I have no idea how to respond. I’ve never been in this situation. I could lie, say I have to get home and slow things down a bit, or, I could own up to the fact that I’m free all night. What to do, what to do…
“My neighbors are watching my kids all night. I’m free.”
Slut.
“Oh, great! Where would you like to go? We could go see a movie, or watch one at my place. Do you want to go to my place?”
He says that carefully. I think he’s still embarrassed about our behavior earlier.
“I would love to go to your place. I really don’t want to watch a movie, though, if that’s OK.”
I place my hand in his lap, and his breathing changes. He coughs a little, and the car flies out of the parking lot toward his house. He’s close to the gym, only about a ten-minute ride. His house is gorgeous! Another hand-me-down from dear ol’ dad? I know better than to say that. I take an altogether different approach. I don’t say anything. He parks in the driveway, and zips around to my side before I can even unbuckle.
“My lady…”
He bows deep, like a servant waiting for me to take his hand.
“Why, thank you, kind sir.”
I play along and he pulls me out of the car and into his arms. He lifts me like I weigh nothing and runs to the front door. He throws me on one shoulder while he unlocks the door. We’re in, and he closes the door behind us. He lets me slide slowly down the length of his body. His nose is against my heated body, smelling my scent as I slowly drop. We’re on each other like wild animals, tearing at each other’s clothes, pulling and ripping to get to much-desired prey. We leave a trail in our wake of shoes and clothes that lead up to his bedroom. I steal a quick peek at the inside of the house. It had to have been decorated by a professional; it looks like something out of a high-end magazine.
I focus back on the task at hand; I’ll deal with the house later. We burst through a door at the top of the stairs as we’re kissing. This must be his bedroom. It’s massive, and beautiful. OK, there’s no way he did this.
“Hang on a second,” I’m just too curious to wait, “What is with this house? It’s amazing! How can you afford this? It’s looks like the cover shot of Architectural Digest!”
Subtle there, Melanie. Maybe you can piss him off again and be ensured that the night ends with no sex!
“You won’t believe me if I tell you. My grandmother left it to me. I was her only grandson, and my mother passed away before her. I was her only heir. This house has been in her family a really long time and she was scared to lose it. She gave it to me, along with an estate. I don’t usually take women here unless I’ve had a chance to explain.”
At least he’s not mad at me for the question. I haven’t exactly told him that I’m sitting in a multi-million-dollar home and a bank full of cash I didn’t earn either. Technically I did earn it. Combat pay.
“I’m not trying to be nosy; it’s just so lovely. Did you decorate it, too?”
“No, definitely not. I hired a crew to do that. I barely even looked at the things she brought for me. I missed my grandmother so much that it felt like a sacrilege to change everything, but it had to be done. Plastic furniture covers from the Sixties couldn’t stay. Are we good here, or would you like the tour?”
He says that with sarcasm. Poor guy’s had a hard-on for going on five hours. I even noticed it during dinner; it never went fully down after our false start. I look down and realize we’re having this conversation buck-naked. We start to laugh but it doesn’t last long. Laughter quickly turns to moaning as we pick up where we left off. His body is amazing. I didn’t really get to see the entire product when we were in the massage room. His ass is hard as a rock, as is every other muscle on him. He’s a good bit taller than me, so he has to bend to kiss me. I wrap my arms around his neck and jump up into his arms. With biceps like his, I know he can handle me.
He carries me over to his bed and lays me down carefully. Our lips part long enough to get under many layers of bedding. This bed feels like a cloud; I guess I am in heaven. Our combined scents are an aphrodisiac pulling me in deeper. His hard chest is moist with sweat and our bodies are gliding against one another from lack of friction. He throws back the blankets, and turns on a small bedside lamp. I feel a rush of cool air for a second before he’s back in and warming me up again.
“I want to see your beautiful body. I was trying hard not to look while I was massaging you, that it was killing me. I tried closing my eyes, but that didn’t help, it only heightened my sense of touch. You’re an amazing woman. Your beautiful face, your sexy body, that adorable southern accent; I like you, Melanie.”
He’s hovering over me while he speaks. His face is sincere; it melts my heart. He leans down slowly and traces my lips with the tip of his tongue. I feel it immediately in my crotch. My body responds to his light touch, I’m aching inside and wet for him. I want to savor this because it feels so incredible, but my pussy is throbbing for him to be inside me. I haven’t felt this kind of passion in so long; I don’t know if I can wait a minute longer.
“I want to feel you, Caleb. Feel how wet I am for you.”
I place his hand on my overheated loins, and he moans.
“I will, but I want to taste you first. Your heat is radiating.”
He wiggles down farther under the covers and spreads my legs open. He begins on my inner thigh with light teasing licks. I’m shaking with anticipation. His tongue is warm and adept. He makes slow circles in no particular pattern up and down, getting closer to my pussy with each lick. I think I may pass out; the sensation is too much. I buck my hips up to meet his face, and he buries his tongue deep inside me. Oh shit, here it comes.
“I’m coming, Caleb, I’m coming! Don’t stop!”
He’s maintaining a steady rhythm with his tongue as his fingers tease my clit. My orgasm rises and rolls like a long slow wave. Somehow he’s making it last, and my body keeps screaming for more. He pulls back as he senses my climax begins to wane. Damn, that was good. I have no choice but to let my head drop back to the pillow and take a deep breath.
“If that’s not part of my personal training, it should be. My heart’s beating twice as fast as it was yesterday!”
He smiles wickedly at me.
“Well, Ms. Kennedy, we can certainly incorporate that into our sessions. No complaints about that at all.”
He climbs back up so that we’re face to face again. I boldly kiss him, and the taste is exhilarating. I feel like someone who’s been brought back to life. It’s been so long since I’ve had this experience with a man. He strokes my cheeks with the back of his hands. He’s still hard, but he doesn’t seem to be in any rush. He stares into my eyes and doesn’t say a word. He’s hypnotizing my mind and body. I need to give back some of the pleasure he’s given me tonight.
I kiss him lightly, and roll him over onto his back. I want to take my time and explore this beautiful man. He closes his eyes as I kiss his face. I reach his ear and moan into it quietly. It has the exact reaction I was hoping for. He shivers and groans into it. I let my warm tongue play in and around his earlobe, and I bite it softly. I think he’s nearing the edge, but is trying hard t
o hang on. I know it feels good, but he’s ready for his release. I hope I’ll have many more chances to take my time with him.
His erection is pulsating against my rear; I can feel it. With his eyes still closed, I surprise him and lower myself down onto it. He’s startled, in a good way, and his eyes pop open as he looks up at me.
“Fuck! You feel so fucking good, Melanie. Your pussy is so sweet, squeeze my cock, I want to feel all of you.”
His demeanor has shifted to something more primal. He grabs my hips and forcefully guides my body to move with his in rough, rhythmic manner. I fucking love it. I squeeze my pussy tight around his dick like he asked. He’s so engorged; I barely have to tighten for him to feel it. He pulls me up, then slams my body back down on him and we both explode. He is throbbing inside me, pulse after pulse in an intense orgasm. I feel his release as he’s filling me up inside. This orgasm is different; I feel it from the inside. My pussy is quivering from his large dick still inside me. My muscles squeeze and twitch as I hear myself scream. My climax is lingering, I keep squeezing him to try to make it last. My head is swimming as I finally come back to Earth. Holy shit.
He looks thoroughly pleased as well. He tightly gathers me in his arms, and kisses the top of my head. He’s still inside me, but slowly going down. He’s clutching me fiercely, so I don’t try to move.
I just enjoy the feeling of being in someone’s arms.
Chapter 6
I wake up with a start; I don’t know where I am. I see a digital clock that reads 5:02 a.m. I squint my eyes to see more, but the room is too dark. I reach down and jump; there’s a body in this bed with me. The night floods back, and I calm down. I’m with Caleb, in his bed. We went out, came back to his place and made love. Well, technically, we screwed each other’s brains out. After the first time, we both fell sound asleep for about thirty minutes. When I woke up, he was already awake looking at me. No words were exchanged, we smiled at each other and the romp started again. We got up and showered, where we lathered each other up thoroughly, then hit the sack for the night. I don’t recall sleeping that soundly in years. I was sure I had dreamt the whole thing, but no. Here he is beside me, warm and sleeping.