by Zoey Oliver
It makes me feel incredibly powerful. Look what I've done. He wants me, there’s no doubt about it.
All the way the home, I keep my hands stuffed between my thighs. I'm quaking with excitement, practically bursting.
He keeps his hand on my leg as he drives, sliding his fingers underneath the thin fabric in between shifting gears. He says almost nothing, completely focused on directing us back homeward.
As soon as the Aston Martin is back in its spot, he rushes around to my side and opens my car door again. I love that— what a gentleman he is. I stretch my legs out the door and his eyes follow them, then come back to meet mine.
“I love that dress on you,” he growls, the strain of desire clear in his voice.
I simply arch my back slightly, tapping my toes a little bit so he can look at me. My shyness is melting away, bit by bit. All I can think about now is letting him undress me, letting him take the thing I've never given to anyone before…
We rush upstairs, breathless and focused. When we get into his room, he suddenly stops.
“Okay, let me just… can you wait for just a moment?”
I shift from foot to foot uncertainly. “Yes, of course,” I stammer, confused.
He bolts from the room, returning in a few moments with pillar candles and a long, automatic lighter. I press my fingers to my lips to keep from laughing as he places them around the room, lighting each one impatiently.
“Are you laughing?” he asks me. “Is this sort of ridiculous?”
“No, it's amazing!” I object, and I mean it. I don’t know how he could wait, but when they’re lit, there’s a soft, ethereal glow in the room. I know he’s trying to make it special for me, which means everything.
“No… you’re amazing,” he says as he comes to me, gathering me in his arms. As our lips meet, the taste of the wine mingles with the hormonal tang of desire. As he presses against me, I can feel the steel of his erection, how much he wants me. I want him too, so much.
In the flickering candlelight, I shiver as he reaches behind me to unzip my dress. It tumbles to the floor, puddling around my ankles as he steps back to look at me. Shivers race across my skin as his eyes seesaw back and forth, taking me in. I try not to cover myself, but I can feel his gaze like a breeze, sweeping back and forth across my breasts, giving me goosebumps.
“You're so beautiful…” he murmurs, his voice thick.
My heart beats wildly and I try to breathe as slowly as I can, waiting. Waiting for him to finish drinking me in with his eyes. Waiting for him to make a move.
“Lay down on the bed,” he says. It sounds like a command.
For a moment, I'm a little confused. I realize that I don't know what people do when they do this. So I just follow his instructions and lay with my head on the pillow, my hands pressed flat beside my hips. I watch him as he slowly unbuttons his shirt, his gaze never leaving my body.
As his shirt slides over shoulders, I bite my lip to keep myself quiet. Every time that I see him, I'm startled by how beautiful he is. The thick ropes of muscle, the masculine outlines of his form. His incredibly broad shoulders, tucking into a narrow waist that disappears into the top of his trousers. The rows of abdominal muscles that end in a V that points down, down, down.
I hear every metal tooth on his zipper as it comes free, and when his pants slide down his thick thighs, finally he is standing there, completely naked, utterly magnificent.
I begin to tremble uncontrollably as he slides in next to me, his weight shifting the mattress so drastically that I roll into him a little bit. I'm suddenly cold and snuggle closer, drinking comfort from his warmth.
He takes my shoulder pushes me back slightly, forcing me to meet his eyes again.
“Are you sure?” he asks me.
I nod tightly. I am throbbing with longing for him. My body is on fire.
“No, Kita, I need you to say it. Tell me.”
“I’m sure,” I whisper, my voice rough and shuddering.
But when he leans into me to kiss me, I'm even more sure. My hand snakes around his back, pulling him on top of me. I want to feel him everywhere, to feel his weight pressing me down. My knees automatically open and my ankles hook around the small of his back.
He clenches his jaw, lining himself up to me. I feel the head of his cock slipping along my furrow, sliding easily through the gushing wetness there.
“You feel that? What you do to me?” he asks me.
I nod, urgently. “Oh my God, it's so good!”
“Yes, Kita, it's amazing,” he agrees as he works his cock against me, gently prodding, pushing gently, firmly, against my tight entrance. I feel his thumb flickering against my clit, making my belly twang suddenly with desire so intense it's almost painful. When I draw in a gasp, he looks concerned.
“Am I hurting you? I don't want to hurt you…”
“No!” I bark. “You're not hurting me, I promise. I want it so bad. I want it so much… Daddy.”
His eyes open wide. He kisses me again urgently. His tongue plunges into my mouth as he pushes a little bit harder with his hips, almost breaching my entrance.
“Yes, yes,” I moan into his mouth. “Daddy… I want it.”
And again, that word just eggs him on further. He groans deeply, pulsing against me but holding back still, I can tell. I just need to push him a little further…
“Yes, please,” I beg him, “fuck me, Daddy!”
Then a dam bursts in him, and with a roar he arches his back, thrusting harder into me. I feel my body give way, opening up for him and taking him all at once. I feel so full, stuffed almost to bursting. Parts of me feel stuffed and satisfied in ways I did not ever realize they were empty.
But still I want more.
My ankles lock behind him, pulling him to me. I can't get him close enough. Our bodies begin to piston slowly together, rocking and mashing, sliding together like we were made to be this way.
Soon I can’t breathe. The tension builds and builds. And then suddenly, an explosion. Orgasm crashes through me, cracking me like a force of nature. I clasp around him and he reacts instantly, plunging all the way to the hilt and holding there. It’s almost too much but I take it all. I feel him lurching, crying out as his seed fills me hotly, wetly, almost to overflowing.
We hold each other for long moments, blissfully rocking back and forth in what feels like a silvery ocean of peace. I've never known anything like this, the satisfaction, this surreal sort of bliss.
He rolls halfway over, still holding me tightly to him. I fit perfectly in the concavity of his body, happy to be wrapped around him as he slowly softens and dislodges from me. Instantly, I want it again. I want to start all over and have him over and over again until I can't stand it anymore.
But as I slip into sleep, I'm satisfied with the idea that this is not the only time. This is just the first time. And we have so many more wonderful times to come.
Chapter 18
Daniel
On Saturday mornings, typically I like to get up at dawn and go for a run. As the sun comes up over our small city, I like to listen to the world waking up. Dogs barking far off, train whistles blaring low and steady. The occasional car or delivery truck. Semi trucks rumbling on the far off highway.
But today, there's a surprise. As I slip my trainers on by the door, I hear Kita's feet padding across the tiles. She appears in the silvery morning of predawn, pushing her hair behind her ears and arching her back, stretching.
“Did I wake you?” I smirk, stupidly happy to see her just like every time.
“Are you running?”
“I'm not running away, if that's what you're asking,” I reply jokingly.
“Well… can I come with?”
I lift my head and stare at her. “Really? You run?”
She shrugs humbly. “Well, I used to. I'd like to, if you don't mind.”
“Yes, I'd like that very much.”
She smiles broadly. “Be right back.”
She dashes o
ff, presumably to change into clothes. I stand there stretching my hamstrings and grinning to myself. Is this a dream? Could she be any more perfect? A running partner would just be so amazing on top of all the other amazing things that she is.
She reappears in a couple minutes wearing a tank top and cute little jogging shorts that hug every curve.
“I'm not really sure I can concentrate with you wearing that,” I admit.
She chuckles, slapping me playfully on the arm. “Oh, Daniel,” she chides me. “You're so bad!”
“You have no idea,” I tell her, and I am more serious than she knows. It takes all my self-control to be with her in any way other than physical. “Let's give it a shot. I can always take you into one of my buildings if I can't stand the pressure anymore.”
“You have to catch me first,” she teases, then she's off. She dashes out the door, sprinting halfway down the block before I even get the deadbolt locked behind me. Her tease triggers the hunter deep inside my animal brain and I set off quickly, dashing up behind her as fast as I can.
But not too close behind her. I want to watch her run. The grace and strength of her undulating muscles is almost too much to bear and I am practically lightheaded. I've never run with a hard-on before, so this is new. I hope I don’t pass out from lack of blood to the brain. She's so gorgeous I'm temporarily blinded by fantasies of dragging her back home and plowing her on the stairs.
Patience, I tell myself. Patience, Daniel!
Finally she lets me catch up to her, laughing. She's not even a little bit out of breath. She's like a gazelle or something, full of joy as her body works magnificently.
“I forgot how good this feels!” she exclaims. “We should do this all the time!”
“We should,” I agree, and I mean it.
We settle easily into a rhythm, laying out a couple of miles with barely any effort. We even hold an easygoing conversation about different buildings that I've bought or sold, small plans that I have for the future. When we get to the incubator, I almost ask her to stop.
“Kita, I want to ask you something,” I start.
“Ask away.”
“That app you developed… do you think it can be put into production?”
She shrugs, continuing to piston confidently across the cracked sidewalks.
“Well, sure. I guess so. Eventually. Why do you ask?”
“Have you ever written a business plan before?”
She looks at me sidelong without slowing down. “What do you mean?”
“Well, if you're going to have a business, you have to have a business plan. If you are going to have a partner… investors…”
“Daniel, what are you saying?”
“I'm saying that this is something you should consider. If you have something that you can bring to market, why wait? We should do it.”
She slows down dramatically, then stops in the middle of the sidewalk. I circle back and find her staring at me, her hands on her hips, her head cocked to one side.
“What are you talking about?”
I jog in place, not wanting to lose my target heart rate.
“If you are ready, let's do it,” I explain simply. She scowls at me, pressing her lips together and shaking your head.
“That's not…”
“Kita, you have nothing to lose. I'm excited about your project. Let's do it.”
She tilts her head back, staring at the sky which is now a pale yellow, the color right before it turns blue.
“Daniel, you don't understand… I don’t think I want to go back to school.”
My feet stop. I stand there, suddenly winded and panting.
“What are you talking about?” I bark, way too sharply.
She raises her hands and then lets them fall helplessly against her thighs. “It's just… after Lizzie and all that, I don't want to. It's like you said, I could do anything I want. Which means I don't have to do anything I don't want, right?”
“Well, I guess…” I admit, not wanting to acknowledge that she has a point. Yes, I might've said that, but this not what I meant.
“And didn’t you tell me that after the semester was over, I could do what I wanted?”
“Um…”
“The semester is over,” she says quietly.
“So… what does this mean?”
She shrugs one shoulder. “It means… well, it could mean a lot of things. But I don't think that you want to be going into business with somebody who dropped out of college, would you?”
“Actually, not really. Isn't there anything else you can do? What about the online classes?”
She looks around, squinting into the middle distance. “Well, the course schedule isn’t really complete. I mean, you can't get a whole degree with those kinds of classes.”
“Well, can you do at least a couple years? Because by then, you know Lizzie will have graduated. Or gone to work for her mother or something.”
“Hm.”
I sense that she hadn’t considered that. A ray of light cuts across the open field and shines on her golden hair.
“And that might free up some time… for you to go into business.”
“I don’t know how to do that,” she counters.
I grin. “I do. I can show you.”
She squints at me. “Are you serious? Like, really serious?”
“Kita, if there's one thing I figured out, it's that there is always a way. If you're willing to work hard enough, to take the tough chances, there is always a way.”
She smiles again, her expression changing like the sun breaking through clouds. “Really?”
“Really! Now, get your ass in gear, we're not done yet!”
“Catch me!”
And she's off like a shot. Her speed is startling. She's practically to the end of the block before I have even had time to realize that I'm eating her dust. I try to keep up, but she's already at the front door before I get close.
Finally I reach her, sliding my arm around her middle and picking her up off her feet just before she reaches the door. She giggles and squirms, kicking her heels into the air.
Laughing, we tumble together through the front door. She twists loose, skipping away from me again as she dances into the living room, kicking her shoes off playfully and batting those big green eyes. I know what she wants. And I want her too, so much.
She holds her hands out, dragging me down onto the sofa and then leaping astride me, still in those tight little pants.
“I need these off you,” I tell her, sliding her tank top over shoulders and taking her sweet, taut nipple between my teeth. She gasps and arches her back, digging her fingers into my shoulders. The crotch of her little shorts scrapes slightly across the head of my cock, sending shudders through my body.
“I said, take these off!”
Without a sound, she slides off of me, then bites her lip and pushes the thin fabric down her thighs, to the floor. When she stands back up my mouth starts to water, looking at that pretty shaved pussy, tiny pink lips peeking out, already glistening.
“Come here.”
She straddles me again, holding her weight on her knees so that we don't touch yet. Her deft fingers find the waistband of my track pants to pull them down over my hips. My cock springs free, hard as a rock and already dripping, throbbing for her.
“Say it,” I tell her.
Her little pink tongue slides over her upper lip, wetting it. She won’t say anything yet, the little tease.
I grip her hips, holding her as firmly as I dare to without bruising her beautiful, delicate skin. She is still like a doll, to be handled as gently as I'm able.
“Say it,” I tell her again, but now it sounds like I'm begging.
She lowers herself just a half an inch, circling her hips so that her wet lips grasp lightly at the head of my cock. I want her so much, I think I'm going to explode.
When I just can't take it anymore, she leans in, swiping her tongue over my upper lip, her green eyes never even blinking as
she teases me, torturing me.
“Fuck me,” she whispers slowly, desperation rising in her voice.
“No… say it."
She smiles broadly, drawing the exquisite pain out just a little bit further. It's like torture, but the best kind.
“Fuck me… Daddy.”
“Yes!”
I thrust up, taking her all at once in a smooth motion that impales her sweet, lithe body on my cock. She throws her head back in ecstasy, a guttural cry exploding from her throat. Submitting to me completely, her body welcomes me and I hold her desperately, thrusting into her and watching her face change as she moans with joy and satisfaction.
I want her to come first, so I lick my thumb and strum it across her sweet pink candy button until she begins to swivel her hips desperately, trying to find that bliss. She breaks out in a fine sweat just before she comes and I know this is it, this is the moment. I drive to the center of her, exploding at the same time, pinning her to me so she can accept every inch of me, every ounce of my cum.
We are locked like this for a long time, panting and grasping each other tightly. I love how she fits me, how she feels like a part of me I was always missing. And she is so tight and wet, always ready for me.
But we can't stay on the sofa forever. I wrap my right arm around the small of her back and stand. She giggles and locks her ankles behind me as I climb the stairs to the bedroom… now our room. The guest room, where she used to sleep, is now her personal library and study.
“You don’t have to carry me… I can walk!” she smirks against my neck. But I notice she doesn't make any attempt to climb down.
“Walking is too good for my little princess,” I inform her.
“I'm not a princess!”
“Yes, you are,” I tell her as I set her on her feet, pushing her hair back behind her ears. She stands at the corner of the bed, beautiful and graceful, a humid sheen of sweat between her small, heaving breasts.
“Actually, maybe princess is not quite the right word,” I suggest, swiping the box from the top of my dresser.
“Is there a better word?”