by Hope Ford
Roughly, he grips my arms and pulls me up in front of him. “I need to be inside you, Naomi. Now. Where is your bedroom?”
His hands are sliding all over my body and only then do I start to feel the pressure of it all. His body is perfection and I have more curves than I have flat lines. I try to wrap my arms around my middle self-consciously, but he’s not having it. He pulls at my arms and holds them out, looking up and down my body, taking it all in. I’m sure he sees that my hips are wide, and I have a slight pooch on my lower belly. My boobs are big, but not as perky as they once were. I stand there with my arms open wide as he looks his fill. I want to look anywhere but at him, but I force myself to look directly at his face. And the longer I do, I see it. He’s attracted to me. He doesn’t have to say a thing. He doesn’t have to do anything. I can see the way his body reacts to seeing mine. His pulse is beating rapidly in his neck. I can almost see the steady beat of his heart as it thumps in his chest. His nostrils are flared and I swear he’s taking deep inhaling breaths because he can smell my desire. But the dead giveaway is the fact that he’s already hard again. He just came and already he’s hard again…. Because of me.
I quit trying to fight him and let my arms drop to my sides, no longer wanting to block his gaze from me. I arch my back, and when I do, his hand comes up as his finger circles my hard nipple. He covers me with his lips, sucking my hard peak into his mouth before pulling away. “Where. Is. Your. Bedroom?”
The hard, demanding tone brings me out of my daze. Am I really going to do this? Am I really going to sleep with someone I just met? Indecision and pure lust battle against each other in my head. As if sensing my hesitancy, Neil pulls away. But he doesn’t release me. His big strong hands are touching my shoulders, my breasts, down my hips and the front of my thighs. He’s so close, so close to exactly where I’m burning up for him. He nuzzles my neck, kissing and licking a path across it. “If you want to wait we can. We can get dressed and go to dinner. But just know I want you, honey. Now that I have a taste of you.” He licks and nips my collarbone and my head falls back with a moan. “I won’t go away. This will happen, if not tonight… soon.”
His palm cups the swollen weight of my breast. I’m going to tell him no. But when I look into his eyes, the only words that leave my mouth are, “Yes… I want you too.”
He grabs my hand and points toward the door. He wants me to lead us to the bedroom. I walk us out of the dining room, down the hall, and to the bedroom. The whole way, I can feel him watching me, every shake, every jiggle of my body, I know he sees. But when I stop next to the bed and he pulls me against him with both hands squeezing onto my ass, I know he liked it. I know he likes me.
He lifts me up and sets me on the bed. As I crawl backwards to give him more room, he puts his knee on the bed and crawls up between my legs. He trails kisses up my inner thighs and I hold my breath, waiting. When his hands push my legs farther apart, I wait. When there’s silence on his end, I lift my head and look down at him. He’s staring at my girly bits and I start to close my legs, but he doesn’t let me. His hands go to my legs, pushing them wider, holding me open to him. He kisses me then, right on my needy, swollen, slick core. My hips jerk at the contact and a moan, my moan, fills the air.
My hand goes to his hair and I hold him there, hoping he never stops.
Neil
Oh, fuck. Please don’t ask me to stop. The thought goes through me and if anything it pushes me on. Tasting her is my undoing. I could smell her desire and it made me ravenous, but tasting her has turned me into an obsessed man. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. I bury my face between her legs, licking her from her opening to the swollen bundle of nerves of her clit. Her hips are moving underneath me and I put my arm across her lower belly to hold her steady. I stroke my finger through her opening, in and out, while my tongue works circles around her nub. I apply more pressure until she’s pulling at the sheets and her body flexes under my ministrations. Her body starts to jerk, but I don’t stop. I push her over the edge until a warm moisture coats my fingers, and only when she seems to settle do I move down and lap at her juices. I have her all over my lips and my chin, but I don’t care. I kiss my way up her body and when I look into her eyes, she’s so far out of it I can’t help but smirk, knowing I did that to her. She looks almost dazed as she lifts her arms to me.
I lean down and kiss her before lining up at her opening. The talk, fuck the talk. We haven’t had it. I came prepared, but my pants are in the other room. “Naomi, honey, fuck, I want to bury my dick so deep inside you that we don’t know where I end and you begin, but honey, I have to go to the other room and grab a condom.”
She seems to snap out of it at that. Maybe it’s the realization that she was about to let me bareback inside of her, I don’t know. But I’m oozing precum just thinking about being in her bare. She tries to scoot away but I don’t let her. “Uh-uh, honey. Don’t go anywhere. Stay just like this. I’ll be right back.”
I climb off the bed and run down the hall, grab my pants, and run back. I’m back between her legs, sliding on the condom and thank fuck, she didn’t change her mind while I was gone. I pull her hips to me, leaning down to kiss her, then down her neck, and each of her breasts. But I can’t wait any longer; I need to be inside her. I line myself up at her opening and her eyes get wide. I start to enter her, but I can feel her tense. “You okay?” I grunt.
She nods her eyes, but still her eyes are wide and filled with innocence. “Just be easy, okay?”
My instinct is to drive into her and claim her, but I don’t. “Is this your first time, Naomi?”
She shakes her head. “No, I, uh, once before, but it was back in college.”
Instinctively, my hands tighten on her hips. I don’t want to hear about another man, I don’t even want to think about it. “I’ll be easy,” I tell her, but even saying it, I don’t know how I’m going to do it. With only the tip of me inside of her, already it’s like she’s sucking me in and I would give anything to slam into her. My whole body is strung taut as I inch my way into her. She’s pulsating around me and my whole body starts to tremble. “Fuck,” I moan.
She lifts her hips and I freeze. Her big green eyes are staring up at me. “It’s okay, Neil. You won’t break me. I want this. I want you.”
I release the breath in a big whoosh and push myself inside her, slow and steady until I’m balls deep and I can’t go any further. My eyes are still on hers and she looks as shocked as I feel right now. She’s a perfect fit, snug and tight around me and every time I start to move, her body tremors underneath of me. Her hands slide up my chest, stroking me as I drive into her slow and deep. Each thrust brings me closer to the edge, but I don’t want to jump over by myself. I want her with me. I reach between us, stroking her swollen nub. “Can you come again? Come while I’m deep inside you? I want to feel you throb around me as you milk me, honey.”
My words make her even wetter and I don’t stop talking dirty to her. My voice is coming out staggered and breathless, but I still say them. She’s moaning, thrashing underneath of me, and when I can’t wait another second, I beg, “Come, baby. Come for me.”
As if on command, she starts to convulse and I drive into her slick, hot, molten channel. In and out, taking us both over the edge.
I collapse on top of her before I catch myself and try to lift away. But her arms go around me, holding me to her. “I don’t want to squash you.”
She’s breathless when she answers. “I like the weight of you against me. You won’t squash me.”
I soften against her, still trying to hold the most of my weight off her. When our breathing returns to normal, I kiss her nose. “I, uh, need to take care of business.”
She releases me but I can tell she doesn’t want to.
“Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
6
Neil
I’ve had my pick of women for years now, but I’ve never wanted anyone like I want Naomi. Our
night of passion was the best sex I’ve ever had, and it’s only made me want more. But that’s not all; I want more of everything that has to do with Naomi. It’s so strange and intoxicating.
We went two rounds last night and in between we had a picnic on her bed. We talked about our families and luckily, the talk of my job never came up. For the first time, a woman likes me because of me. Not because I’m a major league baseball player, not because they know I have money. Naomi seems to really like me. I want to savor that, and the fact it’s just the two of us and I don’t have to share it with anyone right now is great.
There’s a little place in the back of my head that is wondering if she’s going to think I’ve lied to her, but I haven’t. I told her I wouldn’t lie to her anymore and I won’t. But I still haven’t told her what I do for a living. I don’t think it will bother her. But I do know the longer it takes for me to tell her, the worse it’s going to be.
She fell asleep after the last go-around and I lay here holding her in my arms. I know I need sleep—I have practice early in the morning—but I can’t seem to drift off. All I can think about is how I’m going to fit her into my life. I want to introduce her to some of the guys, the ones on the team that I trust. Fuck, I even want her to meet my mother.
Stroking my hand down her naked back, I try to nudge her awake. Apparently, I can’t be around her without wanting to be inside her. It’s an uncomfortable state, but I’m reveling in it. I’ve never felt this way before.
I pull her tight against me, about to go for round three, when I notice the digital clock on the nightstand. “Oh shit, it’s almost seven-thirty.”
I jump out of bed and start pulling on my pants. She bolts out of bed and, noticing she’s naked, she jerks the sheet off the bed. “I have to be at work in thirty minutes,” she says as she walk-jogs to her closet. Even with her hair going everywhere and smudged makeup under her eyes, she still looks beautiful. All my other clothes are still in the other room, so I walk up behind her and kiss her neck.
She turns in my arms. “You can shower if you want.”
I just shake my head. “Nope. I want the smell of you on me. I like it.”
My words cause her face to heat and I lean down to kiss her. “I want to see you again.”
She nods her head, beaming up at me. “I’d like that too.”
With one last kiss, I walk away from her with a promise to text her later.
Hours later, I’m still at practice. I’m doing better today and the coach is not having to get on to me like he did yesterday. I’m feeling good. I’m on my game and I also can’t wipe the goofy look off my face. Some of the guys are razzing me about it, but I don’t care. I’m counting down the minutes until I get to see her again.
I shoot off a text to her as I’m walking back to the locker room. I’ll still have another hour for a rubdown from the trainer but this evening I’ll be free. You up for dinner and dancing tonight?
Almost immediately, I get a text back. Yes. Or we can stay home and do what we did last night.
Fuck me. I grip the phone tighter. Does she have any idea what she’s doing to me? But determined, I answer her back. I’m taking you out on a proper date. I don’t want you to think that’s all I want.
Fine, she texts and I swear I can hear the sassiness in her voice as she types it. What do you have in mind?
Meet me at the Underground. 6pm, I tell her, naming an upscale restaurant and club that my friend owns. I figure getting her out in public is the best way to actually have a date and not have sex with her the moment I see her.
She texts back agreeing to the date and anticipation already takes over. I’m excited and I can’t wait to see her again.
I lay down on the trainer’s table and let him get to work. I do everything I can to put thoughts of Naomi out of my mind, but I can’t. Tonight can’t come soon enough.
Naomi
I have nothing to wear. As soon as I put the phone down, I realize it. I have teacher clothes, nothing for dinner and dancing. I trade off with another teacher to get out of bus duty and then as soon as the three o’clock bell rings, I run from the school building to make my spa appointment. Luckily, they were able to fit me in. I no sooner get my hair and nails done, a bikini wax and then find me a dress with matching pumps to wear before I’m pulling into my apartment complex. I change clothes and then my doorbell rings as a text comes through my phone. Reading the text, my mouth drops. I sent a car for you.
“What the—?” I start to say, but when I open the door, there’s a man in a black suit standing there.
“Miss Naomi, I’m here to take you to Neil.”
Stunned, I grab my purse and follow him out the door, texting Neil. He’s here. I could’ve driven.
The text back is immediate. You’ve worked all day. I wanted you to relax.
Thank you.
I fidget the whole way to the restaurant. When we pull up, it’s amazing how beautiful the place is. I know it’s fancy, which is probably why I’ve never been there before.
The driver walks around and helps me from the car. I thank him and finally force myself to take calming breaths. The only good thing about being so busy this afternoon is that I haven’t been able to let my nerves get to me. With running late this morning and teaching all day, I haven’t had the time to think about or process anything that has happened between Neil and me. I’ve kept all my worrisome and nerve-racking thoughts at bay, but now, as I walk in, fluffing my hair, they come back full force.
I walk in and for once I look as if I fit in. The dress is perfect.
7
Neil
I wanted to date her. To get to know her, but fuck! I didn’t prepare myself for the sexy dress she shows up in or how it shows off her sexy legs and round, full breasts. She’s a walking wet dream and my first instinct is to walk over and cover her from any other man that may think he can look at her.
When I walk over to her, I kiss her on the lips, but before I do what I want to do, which is push her up against the wall and make love to her mouth, I make myself pull away. “You want to eat first, or have a drink?”
I can tell she’s nervous as she answers, “Honestly? I could use a drink.”
I grab on to her hand, bringing it to my lips before pulling her toward the bar. I help her up on the stool and then sit next to her, spinning us toward each other so that her legs are wedged between the two of mine. “I know I’ve said this before, but you’re beautiful.”
She licks her lips and for the first time she reaches out to me, kissing me. I groan, pulling away from her. I remind myself over and over that I’m not going to fuck her. Not here, not right now.
The bartender comes over and I tense at the way he looks at Naomi. If I could block her from him, I would. Instead, my hands tighten on her legs. “What do you want to drink?”
When she orders a cherry bomb, I don’t think anything of it. I order a water, because right now, I know I don’t need liquor. I have a big game tomorrow but also I don’t want the alcohol messing with my head.
“Here you go.” The bartender sets the drinks down in front of us and I slap a twenty down in front of him before waving him off.
She picks up the glass with one hand and pulls the cherry out with the other. She pops it into her mouth and the juice covers her lips. I kiss her again, because fuck, I want to so bad. I’m pulling her to me, and she sets her glass down and slides off the stool, fitting herself tight between my legs. Her hands go to my hips and I position her until my hard cock is pressed into her belly. Her lips are next to my ear, and when she gasps, a sound so fucking sexy, I nearly start pumping my greedy dick against her.
Somewhere in my brain, I remember the fact that there would be people taking pictures and video if I fucked her right here. “Come on,” I tell her, pulling her away from the bar and to follow me to the VIP room upstairs.
There’s a guy at the door and he recognizes me. “Anyone in there?”
He shakes his head. “No. It
’s a slow night; it won’t pick up for another hour or so.”
I peel a hundred dollar bill from my pocket and hold it out to him. “I need the space. Send dinner up. Two steaks, two potatoes.” I turn to Naomi. “How do you want your steak cooked?”
She looks between me and the bouncer. I can tell she’s unnerved by the fact I’m ordering dinner from the bouncer, but she doesn’t comment. “Uh, medium well.”
I turn back to him. “Make that two.”
He nods his head and opens the door for us as I pull her in. I no sooner get the door shut than I pick her up, carrying her to the nearest table and setting her atop it. She doesn’t try to stop me. We’re so burnt up for each other I don’t even know how I’m going to be able to stop from having her. My whole goal was to show her there’s more to this than sex, but already I’m taking her on the first table I come to. I slide my hands up the skirt of her dress, pull her panties down, and start fingering her. I could come already, just by feeling how wet she is for me. Her head lolls back, but then snaps up quickly. “Neil, what’s your name? I forgot your last name and I should at least know your first and last name before we have sex again.”
I want to laugh. She’s rocking her hips against my hand as I finger her… but she wants to know my name. I think it’s fucking adorable that she’s trying to maintain her standards. I open the fly of my pants and drop them with my underwear to my knees. I pull her to the edge of the table and as I pound my dick into her, I tell her my name. “Neil Fox, honey. Remember it. I don’t want you to forget it again. I want it to be what you scream every fucking time you orgasm.”
And I make sure she does just that. I make sure she says it every time I pummel into her, until she’s fully satisfied and we’ve both orgasmed. I would say I’m disappointed in myself, but looking at her in the candlelight lit room I know I didn’t have a chance. Even now, I just had her, but I want her again. She’s like a drug and I’m addicted.