by Katie Dowe
“I am coming,” she called out and went to look through the window. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw who was standing out there. Garth Heywood stood in the darkened doorway because of course she had forgotten to turn the outside lights on! She unlocked the door and stood just inside the doorway blocking him. “Hi.”
“May I come in?” he asked her stiffly.
“Of course.” She stepped aside to let him in. “May I take your coat?” she asked him politely.
He shrugged out of it to reveal the soft dove grey jacket suit he was wearing. She took the soft cashmere jacket and folded it carefully over the sofa. He was still standing there in the middle of the living room as if he did not know what to do. “How about some wine?”
His green eyes met hers and without answering he strode over to the window. She stood there and looked at his rigid back and went over to sit on the sofa. “I will wait until you decide on the wine.” She used the remote to turn the television on. He heard the noise and turned to look at her. She had plumped up the cushions and was reclining against them, her eyes on the screen. His eyes went to the gaping robe and saw glimpses of her flesh. He walked over and stood before her blocking her vision. “I think we should-”
“Have sex?” she asked him mildly.
He stood there without saying anything and she pulled the belt of her robe letting it slide off her shoulders. “I think one of us is a little overdressed, don’t you?”
She got up slowly and stood in front of him completely naked. His green eyes burned with fire as he looked at her. She was quite small except for her breasts which were far too generous for her size. Her skin was beautiful and flawless, her shoulder length dark hair a startling contrast to it. She reached out and started to take off his jacket and he let her, mesmerized by her as she bent her head to her task. She had taken the jacket off and the shirt, her fingers moving over his tanned chest with the scattering of blonde hair on the tautness of it. “You work out.” She spread her fingers over the warmth of him and felt the thud of his heart. He did not answer; he could not because the breath was backed up inside his throat. Her fingers dipped further and she unbuckled the belt and then his pant pulling down the zipper slowly. He went rigid as she peeled the pants off him and then his underwear. “Boxers,” she whispered as she took them off. He had taken off his shoes so his pants and underwear were easy to lose. She stepped back and looked at him, her breath caught in her throat. He was masculine and very lean! His manhood jutted out before him, rigid with the blood flowing through it. She reached for him and his hand clamped down on hers. She looked up at him and saw the tenseness there. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “Garth, it’s okay.” She went into his arms and he clasped his arms around her tightly. She came to his chest and he had to bend to meet her lips. He lifted her up and she pointed the way to her bedroom. He strode to the room swiftly and placed her onto the bed coming over her, his face intense as he stared at her. He did not say a word as he lowered himself to her. His mouth reached for her nipple and Olivia arched her body towards his, moaning as he swirled his tongue around the tight bud.
Her arms came up and curled into his hair as his mouth devoured her nipple. He went to the next one and gave it the same treatment before drifting down to her flat stomach. He stopped when he reached the indentation and came over her, his body suspended for a minute before he lowered himself. He reached between them and guided his penis into her. Olivia opened up further and he entered her slowly, sinking in deeper and deeper, a tensed look on his face. She took him in delighting herself at the feel of him inside her! He went further and stopped suddenly his body shuddering as she wrapped around him. He did not know what to say! In the past he had distanced himself with the few women he had been with and had been able to just be with them and go home but this was different! He groaned as she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. He moved, he could not help himself! The thrusts were paced at first but when she moved beneath him he increased the pace, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as the enormous passion swamped him!
Chapter 5
Garth bent his head and took her lips with his in a kiss that was positioned to devour and increase the pressure inside their bodies! Olivia was reaching! She had no idea what she was reaching for but she knew she needed it and if she did not get it she was going to die, she was going to fragment! She lifted her body and her fingers dug into his scalp, her body trembling with the force of the hurricane passing through them. He lifted his head and looked down at her, his eyes hooded. He could feel it deep inside and knew he was not going to last long. He gathered her hips and thrust in her, his body tensed, his muscles trembling. He could not stop the low growl coming from deep inside his throat nor could he stop the most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced from pouring inside her! It was not possible that something like this could be happening! He had lost total control and he bent his head to nip at the flesh near to her nipple, his teeth gathering her skin into his mouth. Olivia screamed, her body arched as the combination of the pain of his bite and the rapid thrust inside her cause her orgasm to rush over her. She wrapped her arms around him and sobbed against his chest as she waited for the storm to pass!
He was suffocating, he thought in panic. She had her arms around him too tight and he was suffocating. He waited until he was strong enough to move and rolled off her, his body still trembling. He sat on the edge of the bed and buried his head in his hands.
“Garth?” Her voice was whisper soft and he did not turn but could just see her soft pliant body spread out there, the body that had given him unbelievable pleasure.
“What?”
“Could you turn around please?”
He got off the bed and went into the bathroom. With a sigh Olivia scrambled off the bed and followed him. He was standing at the sink with his head bowed. Lord, he was gorgeous, she thought as she went behind him and put her arms around his waist, ignoring the stiffening of his body. “It was out of this world wonderful,” she murmured against his back.
“I am sure it was.” Somehow he had managed to school his expression into one of indifference as he turned to her. “We should do it again sometime.”
“How about now?”
He looked at her from head to toe and walked back into the bedroom and into the living room to get his clothes. “I need to get home. Work tomorrow.”
“I wanted you to stay the night.” She was determined not to allow his mood swing to get her down.
“We will have plenty time to do that when we get married.” He put on his clothes swiftly not bothering with his suit jacket. “I will be seeing you.”
To his shock she launched herself into his arms. “You have to show the world that you are not emotional, I get that, but we are in the privacy of my home so you can drop the act.”
“Let go, Olivia,” he said tightly, feeling himself hardening as he felt her naked body against his.
“Or you are going to spank me?” she asked him as she went on her toes to touch her lips to his. Her mouth on his had an explosive effect. Swearing beneath his breath he pushed her against the door and reached between her legs, his fingers finding their mingled wetness. She spread her legs to allow him better access and before long she was panting as her body shuddered against his. He fumbled with his zipper and took his penis out, entering her swiftly and none too gently. Olivia wrapped her legs around his waist and buried her fingers in his hair, her body bracing against his and welcoming the desperate thrusts. They came loudly and quickly, his feet buckling and sending them to the carpeted floor as the orgasm overwhelmed them! They laid there on the floor for a few minutes and then he got up, fixing his clothes up. He hesitated a moment and looked down at her. “Lock up,” he rasped as he left. Olivia laid there for a few minutes before she could move to do as he said.
She would have carpet burns on her ass but it was worth it!
*****
Garth stood beneath the tepid shower for a long time with his eyes closed. He ha
d lost control and had bit her, sinking his teeth into her soft flesh as if he was a callow youth just experiencing sex for the first time! He braced his palms against the cool teal blue tiles and hung his head despairingly. He could not go back and pretend that he was indifferent. Olivia was not a fool and she had noticed the lack of control. He had all but called out her name! He did not allow his emotions to get the better of him and it had happened! He turned the shower off and stepped from the bath, reaching for a towel. She had gotten underneath his skin and he had no idea how it had happened. He would have to try his best not to touch her again! But how was he going to do that when he was supposed to be seeing her? He groaned and went to the cabinet in his room to get a drink. He could feel his carefully laid plans crumbling into mid-air!
*****
“Mother wants us to have dinner with her this Saturday,” he told her abruptly as soon as she answered the phone. It had been two days since that tempestuous meeting of their bodies and he had not called her.
“So now you call? If I was a different kind of woman, I would be highly offended, Garth. We had such a wonderful experience and-”
“Stop talking!” he bit out. “You are the most infuriating-” He stopped and then continued. “Is six okay with you?”
“Are you coming to get me?”
“I want you to meet me there. I will text you the address.”
“No.”
“What?”
“I said no, Garth. If you want me to have dinner with your mother, you are going to have to come to my place like a normal man picking up his date for the night.”
Olivia smiled at the silence. She could just imagine him taking deep breaths.
“I will be by to pick you up at six sharp. Make sure you are ready,” he said between his teeth.
“I was thinking we could have a quickie before we leave-”
“Olivia!”
“Okay, fine, no quickie then.”
He hung up with her without saying anything and she laughed. You are not going to know what hits you, Garth Heywood, she vowed.
*****
“So?” Glenna asked her as soon as she took her seat at the table. Her friend had called her for them to have dinner.
“So what?” Olivia caught the eyes of the waiter and he hurried over.
“What about the billionaire?”
Olivia placed her order and Glenna did the same. “It’s going.” She smiled as she unfolded her napkin. “We are having dinner with his mother on Saturday.”
“His mother?” Glenna’s eyes sharpened as she leaned closer. “So it is serious?”
“I think so.”
“What’s going on, Liv?”
“I think we are in a relationship.”
“You think or you know?”
“Are you my friend or a lawyer?” Olivia complained as she sipped her water.
“I want to say your best friend but what kind of best friend leaves her friend out of the loop?”
“One who is waiting until it is the appropriate time to say something.” She broke off as the friendly waiter brought their order over. “Did you see that?” she asked as soon as he left.
“See what?”
“He was staring at my bosom.”
“Well, you cannot miss it and what you are wearing? Is that new?” Glenna asked her staring at the chic burgundy dress she was wearing with the dip in the chest.
“No. We were together last month when I bought it and you bought the brown leather shoes. I am only just wearing it.” Olivia tasted her chicken and delved into it.
“When is the wedding?”
“What wedding?”
“You are meeting his mother so obviously this is serious.”
“We are taking one step at a time. Baby steps although we had rough and wonderful out of this world sex a few nights ago,” she said smugly.
“I am going to hurt you, Liv,” Glenna said, leaning forward. “Please tell me everything including length and width.”
*****
She called him Saturday evening just before she got dressed. “I don’t know what to wear.”
“I am not one for giving fashion advice, Olivia, so you have called the wrong person.”
“No, silly! I don’t know if you guys dress up for dinner.”
“Oh.” He thought for a moment and then responded. “Semi-formal I guess.”
“What does that even mean?” she grumbled as she rummaged through her closet.
“Olivia, I am coming to pick you up in half an hour. Are you going to be ready?”
“I will be.” She took out a Mulberry purple dress with a tie at the waist and decided it will have to do. “Don’t worry.”
Her hair was another problem. She had taken a steam bath and now the thick dark brown strands were limp and damp. She did not have enough time to flat iron it so the next best thing was to scoop into a ponytail. She did so quickly managing to put on her makeup sparingly and by the time he got there she was grabbing her pocketbook and her jacket. She ran back into the room as she remembered she had not sprayed on any perfume and by the time she had opened the door he was standing there waiting impatiently. His eyes raked her and he felt his stomach clenched at the way the dress molded her figure. He recoiled slightly at the slight bruise where he had bit her. “I am sorry,” he muttered, his eyes on it.
“It’s my victory bruise,” she said with a smile as she touched the spot. For a moment he wanted to tear her clothes off and bury himself inside her.
“Garth?” She looked at him and he knew she realized what he was thinking.
“We are late,” he said brusquely as he turned away from her. She locked the door and put her jacket on.
“We could always call her and tell her that we would come another time,” she murmured as they headed for the door. He did not respond but as soon as they reached the door he backed her up against it and took her lips with his hungrily! He broke away from her and twisted the knob as if he could not wait to get outside where he could breathe. He stayed away from her and even when they had entered the vehicle he remained silent. He jumped as she placed a hand on his thigh. “Relax,” she murmured.
“I am driving here, Olivia,” he said hoarsely.
“I am not going to do anything foolish like going down on you while you are,” she said lightly.
“Are you in the habit of doing that?” he asked her harshly. He could not concentrate, not while her hand was resting on his thigh and he was as hard as a rock.
“You mean with the men I have slept with in the past?”
He threw her a swift and heated look.
“Just two. One when I was in college and I thought he was the one and a fling with a client of mine. You have no need to be jealous.” Her hand drifted further up dangerously close to his pubic area.
“Stop!” The car swerved slightly and he brought it back under control.
“I wondered whether or not to wear leggings because it was so cold and decided against it. I figured that maybe it would be too hard for you to take off-”
He swore and swung the vehicle onto a side road. He shut off the engine and pulled her onto his lap. He released his aching penis and lifting her dress he moved her panties and adjusted the seat. His eyes closed as she sank down on him, her legs lifted onto the seat. He pushed into her, his fingers holding her steady as he pounded into her rapidly his breath coming fast and his body shuddering. If he continued like this he was going to die of a heart attack! She bent to him and their lips met hungrily, passionately, the madness creeping over them. He heard himself crying out her name as he emptied himself inside her! She sobbed against him as her orgasm rushed over her and clung to him weakly, her body spent.
They waited a few minutes and then he put her back into her seat but he could not move, not now, he needed more time. He turned to look at her as she tried to adjust her dress and he felt something stir in him as she opened her legs and used a handkerchief to wipe herself.
She looked up at him a
s she stuffed the scrap of material in her bag and reaching over she brushed back strands of his blonde hair. “Ready?” she whispered.
He nodded and turning the car on he drove back onto the road. They were both caught up in their own thoughts and did not speak not even when they came to the electronic gate that swung open to let them in. She had been to this complex of luxurious apartments before once when she was showing a client something and had admired the elegance and the privacy setting. A valet came quickly to take the keys and they went into the apartment. His mother opened the door with a smile as she ushered them in. Olivia noticed that she did not greet her son with a hug but took her hands in welcome. “Come on in. Nice to formally meet you, my dear,” Margaret Heywood said as she led them into the living room. An electronic fire was blazing in the hearth and Olivia’s feet sank into the rich tan carpeting. “Dinner will be ready in a few minutes. Garth, why don’t you get us some wine?”
He nodded and went to another room to do so. “My dear, I am so excited that this is happening.”
“How much do you know?” Olivia asked her.
Margaret looked at the younger woman for a moment. She had no idea why Garth had chosen her but she could see that he had chosen well. “Everything.”
“Has he told you that I want a child from all this?” she asked.
They both looked up as he came back into the room. “I did not tell her because there was nothing to tell.” He handed them each a glass and poured, his green eyes on Olivia. He had behaved like an animal in the car and when they were at her apartment and he could not seem to control himself around her. Even now in his mother’s elegant apartment he wanted to shuck dinner and take her into one of the rooms and sink his dick deep inside her! It was infuriating at best how she managed to make him so weak!