by Livia Grant
He loves her nervous blush. She looks so innocent, right up until she opens her mouth. Then he’s reminded that while she may be eleven years younger, she’s all woman.
“I hope you’re asking if it’s okay for you to ravish me until our neighbors call the front desk to complain because they hear passionate screaming coming from our room.” The grin she delivers at the end of her answer should be outlawed.
“Oh shit, I might be in some trouble here.”
“Only if you forgot to bring condoms. I thought about it, but I couldn’t very well ask Uncle Adam to drive me to the drug store.”
Damn he loves her witty sass. “Oh baby, wait until you see the big ‘ole box I brought.”
They somehow manage to get the door closed behind them before they fall into each other’s arms. Their bodies snap together like magnets. They haven’t even made it more than a few feet into the darkened room. With their height difference, Troy lifts her higher and Hallie wraps her legs around his waist, linking them behind his back to press her core against his hardening cock. The warmth of her in his arms feels perfect.
Refusing to release her, Troy pulls out of their open-mouth kiss long enough to carry her through the room lit only by the ski village street lights pouring through the expansive wall of windows. He loves how she nestles her lips against the tender spot where his neck meets his shoulder, placing urgent kisses along his collarbone.
Troy gently lays Hallie down on the king-size bed and reaches to turn on the small bedside lamp. It casts a muted light on the space that he’s grateful for, as it doesn’t ruin the romantic mood he wants to set for their first time making love.
Troy can now see Hallie clearly, and if he had any doubts that she was a willing participant in what was about to happen, his doubts are gone. He has never seen a woman look as innocent and perfectly sexy all at the same time.
He stands transfixed, lost in making this special moment last, until Hallie herself reaches for his hand, linking their fingers, and smiling up at him. “I’m ready, Troy. I trust you.”
Emotions choke him and he has to clear his throat before he can speak. “Your trust means the world to me, Hallie. Especially because… well, how we met.” Their eyes remain locked until Hallie pushes up to her knees, kneeling on the edge of the bed directly in front of Troy. She reaches out to hug his waist to steady her.
“I know we still have a lot to talk about, and I’m counting on you helping me figure some things out, but can’t we wait until later to talk about all of the… well… you know.”
Troy suspects they’re doing things backwards. What happens if they fall harder, but then find out Hallie can never accept a domestic discipline way of life? He’s come to the conclusion that he’ll only be happy in a DD marriage and if Hallie can never consent to his discipline, he could be about to take them both down a very dangerous path that could end up in a heart break for either or both of them. Hallie is looking up to him with trusting adoration and he wants nothing more than to consume her in every way, but he can’t shake the feeling that he’s taking advantage of her.
“Don’t do it, Troy. I can tell you’re worried you’re rushing me.” Obviously she has a pretty good beat on his emotions.
“Aw Hallie, honey. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted any other woman, but that’s the problem. I also want you to be happy. To feel safe. I feel like it’s my job to protect you, even if that means from myself. Honey, what happens if you decide you can’t accept the domestic discipline way of life? Where is that going to leave us down the road?”
Hallie’s smile has a twinge of sadness to it. “I just thought of a saying my mom used to say. I haven’t thought of it in like forever, but it just seems to fit. She said it to me a thousand times when I would get wound up trying to figure everything out in my future. She would tell me to take one day at a time and everything would work out. That’s what we need to do, Troy. Let’s just worry about today, okay?”
“She sounds like a smart lady.”
“I miss her. She would have loved you.”
“How do you know that?”
Hallie hesitates before answering. “Because you make me feel safe. It was one of the last conversations we had. She felt like she’d failed me because she hadn’t kept me safe. That is what she wished for me. To find my place in the world where I could be happy and feel protected.”
“God, I want to be that safe place for you, Hallie. Thank you for giving me a shot at it.”
“Well, you’ve got more than a shot, Troy, considering I already trusted you to teach me to ski. I mean, I never in a million years would have said I would try that again, yet I had fun today. I have a feeling you’re going to be very good at guiding me through other things for the first time too, aren’t you?” He can hear the hope in her voice.
“Hell yes, if you’ll let me.”
“I think it’s time to guide me through taking our clothes off. I want you so fucking bad.”
Troy laughs a relieved chuckle. “Finally, the appropriate place for that potty mouth of yours.”
Troy reaches down to the hem of her heavy sweater, pulling it up and over her head as she raises her arms to help. The form-fitting camisole underneath shows the swell of her perfectly curved breasts. He can see the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she allows the sexual energy to charge. Their eyes are locked on each other as he reaches out to unbutton her jeans before slowly unzipping her fly, pulling her jeans wide and pushing them down her legs to pool at her knees where they meet the bed. He can’t resist sliding his hands down her lower back to cup her perfectly curvy ass, squeezing gently over her boy-short panties.
He sees the humor dancing in her eyes. “You really are an ass man, aren’t you?”
“You’ve caught me. Guilty as charged.” Troy can’t stop his grin.
“That might explain a few things.” He’s relieved at her playful banter regarding anything related to her ass, but doesn’t have long to think about it as Hallie has begun to reciprocate by unbuttoning his heavy flannel shirt and uncovering his black T-shirt. She pushes his shirt to pool on the floor near her own discarded sweater before moving to his jeans. He can feel her struggling with the button fly and reaches down to help her before pushing his jeans down, kicking first his shoes and then pants off. His socks quickly follow.
They are down to underwear when Hallie smiles broadly. “I feel like we are both unwrapping more presents to each other.”
“Oh baby, this is by far the best gift I’ve ever gotten.”
“Well, considering I didn’t get you a Christmas gift yet, you can consider this part one. I already have another gift on the way that should be there when we get home tomorrow.”
“Hallie, you didn’t need to buy me anything. I know you had to leave without anything and you need to save your money until you get settled.”
“Don’t worry about it. Uncle Adam got me access to my old bank account and believe it or not, I do have a nice little nest egg saved up. It should be enough to give me time to figure out everything.”
“That’s great. I was worried you were going to decide to stay in Corbin’s Bend just because you had no other choices. It’s important that… well… I want you to stay because you really want to, not because you’re forced to. Not by your aunt and uncle and not even by me.”
She is grinning at him now. “Do you always talk this much before you make love?”
Troy tackles her backwards, trapping her under him as they lay crossways in the bed. “You’re a sassy wench, aren’t you?”
“Yes. What are you going to do about it?”
“This.” Troy quickly reaches to pull off her boots and then pull her jeans the rest of the way off her body, throwing them to the floor. His hand trails slowly up her leg, lightly caressing as he goes until he reaches the elastic band of her baby blue panties, slipping his fingers inside to slide down and cup her mound. Hallie arches her back, thrusting up to meet his fingers as he grazes her clit on his way to her lo
wer folds. He feels like he has struck gold as his fingers slide easily through her copious cream leaking onto her damp panties.
“Oh baby, you really are ready, aren’t you?”
“Oh God yes. Please, Troy. You can go slow next time. I need you now.”
“Patience. We are only going to get one first time. I’ll be damned if I’m going to fuck it up by rushing too fast.”
“Troy…” Her low groan has his heart racing.
“Hallie, let me lead, baby. Please.” He can see something flash through her eyes that looks like satisfaction and it spurs him on.
Her frustrated groan when he removes his fingers from her panties to pull her camisole up and over her head makes him smile. Only when it is off does he realize the camisole had a built in bra and she is now laid bare before him. The tips of her breasts are taut… swollen to perfect targets that call out to him. He lowers his mouth to her left nipple, sucking it all into his warm mouth while he returns his right hand to her pussy. His gentle licks and strokes only last a few seconds before turning demanding. She tastes fantastic and as he begins to finger fuck her, the smell of her arousal fills the air.
“Oh God, Troy. That’s amazing.” She has grasped his head, holding him tight against her breast, running her fingers through his cropped hair. She arches her ass off the bed when his two fingers slide inside her for the first time. He flicks his thumb over her hard clit and within seconds, Hallie is melting into her first orgasm. He has to pull his mouth from her tit to rise up and look down on her. He wants to burn the vision of her coming into his memory bank to recall later.
He waits patiently for her to open her eyes, continuing to slowly massage her pussy, loving how wet she gets. When she finally opens her eyes, he can see she’s ready for more.
“That was awesome, Troy, but I really want you inside me.”
“We really are going to need to work on your patience, young lady.” Troy pulls away from her to kneel at the side of the bed, pulling her body with him, resting her ass on the very edge. Their eyes meet as he hooks his fingers in the waistband of her panties, pulling them down her legs before lifting her legs to place her sock covered feet on the edge of the mattress. He allows his gaze to drop to her pussy laid out before him. A neatly trimmed strip points the way to her core. Troy hugs her thighs, pulling them wide before diving in to taste her.
He starts low, lapping at the pool of cream gathered there. She tastes amazing as he strokes his tongue through her inner folds until he finds her clit. Her hips buck up off the bed as he sucks her nub into his mouth, latching on tight to ride her upward thrusts. Hallie is whimpering as she runs her hands through his hair, effectively holding his mouth to her pussy.
Troy slides his right hand in place to insert two fingers, thrusting deep and curling them within her body, searching for her secret spot that will ensure her climax. He knows he struck gold when her cunt begins to constrict around his fingers as he plunges them in and out, mimicking what his cock will be doing as soon as he can put a condom on.
Leaving a tender kiss to her button, he stands. When Hallie opens her glazed eyes, he lifts his fingers to his mouth, letting her watch him enjoy the taste of her juice as she catches her breath after her second orgasm.
“You look so beautiful, Hallie. I’m going to let you rest for a minute while I go grab my bag. It’s time we break open that box I brought with me, wouldn’t you say?”
Her eyes flash with excitement, but she is only able to silently nod her assent as she recovers. His cock is pulsing with need and he reluctantly tears his eyes from her to go in search of the box of condoms.
Chapter Eleven
Hallie has barely had time to catch her breath before Troy returns. She manages to smile up at him as he stands over her at the edge of the bed. Their eyes are locked as he lifts his black T-shirt over his head, exposing his muscular chest to her for the first time. Her eyes track lower. She has fantasized about what his chest would look like having felt it several times through his clothes. She isn’t disappointed. His shoulders are broad, his pecs and abs are toned, but in a really hot way, not the crazy ‘I’m a body builder’ way she actually finds gross. She can’t wait to run her fingers through the small patch of dark chest hair that trails down to point the way to his cock.
Even having had two orgasms in a very short period of time, Hallie is not sated. Troy may have given her an appetizer, but she is ready for the main course. She wants to feel him moving inside her and watch him as he comes. She hasn’t been a virgin for over six years, but a bout of nerves suddenly hits as she prays she doesn’t disappoint Troy. She’s only had one partner, and while Eddie certainly knew how to fuck like a rock star, he was no Casanova. He was more of a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am kind of guy. Hallie is acutely aware of her comparative sexual inexperience and she’s reminded she’s going to learn a lot more from Troy than how to exit a ski lift.
Her eyes drift lower as he pushes his boxer briefs down his body, kicking them away. His thick cock stands at attention and she longs to lick the glistening pre-cum from the tip. She watches as he opens the condom packet and expertly slides it into place before looking back into Hallie’s eyes. She feels special as she realizes he’s once again making sure she is still there with him, ready to take the plunge. Too overcome with emotion, she flashes him a smile. His return smile is the sexiest she has ever witnessed. Her heart actually contracts when she realizes this amazing man is about to make love to her.
Troy stops to pull down the bedspread, lifting Hallie in his arms and maneuvering them so the cover lays on the floor and Hallie’s head is now resting on the pillows. Troy kneels on the bed between her legs, wrapping his hands around her ankles and opening her legs wide as if he were unwrapping his present. Hallie should feel embarrassed being so bare, her body completely exposed to his probing stare as he takes in every part of her; instead she feels sexy.
Her breaths are coming in pants by the time his eyes meet hers again. She sees raw lust staring back at her and knows his control is finally slipping. She reaches out to him and he grabs her hand, pulling it to his mouth to place kisses into her palm. The act seems so innocent, yet Hallie recognizes she has never felt more treasured than she does in this moment.
With a groan, Troy finally places his cock at the entrance to her waiting pussy. He moves her ankles higher and wider to give him better access and she can feel his hardness slipping the first inch inside. He retracts to slide through her folds several times, making sure her body is ready before closing his eyes and pushing slowly into her core.
Hallie’s body welcomes him. His shaft is longer and thicker than Eddie’s, filling her like she has never been filled before. Once fully seated, Troy holds still, eyes closed, taking deep breaths. When he opens his eyes to look down at her, she knows his control is gone. Dropping her feet to the bed, he lunges forward to place his body over hers protectively as she wraps her legs behind his back, trapping him to her. Their faces are only inches apart as he holds his torso on his elbows to keep from crushing her. She feels the void as he leaves her body before thrusting forward hard and fast, filling her so thoroughly they both cry out. The passionate cries spur him on and within several long strokes, Troy is fucking her hard and fast, exactly like she’s been dreaming of.
He finally talks to her, out of breath, from emotion or exertion she’s not sure. “I’m so sorry, honey. I wanted to try to keep going slow, but you feel too perfect. Oh shit, I’m not going to last long. I’m so sorry if I’m ruining this for you.”
“Will you shut up? You’re only going to ruin it if you stop.”
She sees relief cross his face at her urging him on and his last thread of control is gone as he pounds into her again and again until she can feel him contracting, shooting his cum into the condom. It’s all Hallie needs to fall into her third orgasm of the evening. Exhausted, Troy nestles his mouth down to the crook of her neck, placing loving kisses along her neck and shoulder while they both recover.
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p; Once they have caught their breath, Troy rolls off Hallie onto his back, pulling her with him until she’s snuggled against his side, left leg and arm thrown across his body as she uses his arm as her pillow.
She doesn’t remember sharing as intimate of a moment with any other human being as she is sharing with Troy Jackson in the afterglow of their first time making love. She’s read her share of romance novels on the boring bus tour drives, but she always thought the passion authors would put in the stories was pure fiction since she had never come close to feeling about another man the way a heroine is supposed to feel about her hero. Here, in Troy’s arms, she’s now a believer. This is what love is supposed to feel like. Troy is her hero. It should scare her, but it feels too perfect to be afraid.
Troy speaks first. “Wow.”
Hallie counters. “Fucking wow.”
He chuckles. “We really are going to need to work on that potty mouth of yours.”
“Oh come on. If that doesn’t deserve a ‘fucking wow’, what does?”
Troy hugs her tighter. “Touché. It was pretty fucking awesome.”
Hallie is giggling. “How long until you’re ready to go again?”
His laughter sounds like heaven. “You’re gonna try to kill me, aren’t you? Aren’t you hungry or something? We have dinner reservations in the restaurant downstairs in like an hour.”
The absolutely last thing Hallie wants to do is leave this room. “Do we have to go? I mean don’t they have room service or something?”
“Oh thank God. I don’t want to go down either, but I thought I’d at least offer in case you wanted to go.”