Man of the Year

by Bianca Giovanni

  When she slides my pants down, she gives me this ultra sexy look as she licks her lips. Shit! This is gonna be so hot!

  I exhale immediately when she flicks her tongue over me in this borderline unbearable tease she likes to do. It just makes me want her so much that I can hardly contain it.

  Her lips slide over me as she takes me into her mouth and I can’t help but moan. She closes her eyes and gets into it and it’s totally fuckin’ incredible. It’s kind of amazing that she’d never done this at all before me.

  She stroking and sucking me and I start panting. It’s too good and I’m getting too close. I don’t want to go off in her mouth, so I slowly move back and look down at her. Your turn, baby.

  She already knows what I’m planning to do, so she scoots back on the bed and props herself up on her elbows so she can look down her body at me. I kneel at the edge of the bed and slide her panties down her legs before I give her a sexy grin and start kissing the insides of her thighs, behind her knees, across her pelvis, around her hips and everywhere but the place she really, really wants me to go.

  “Open up for me, sexy girl,” I whisper to her as I ease her legs open a little more. Fuck! I love this view!

  She gives me a breathy moan right away when I put my mouth on her and start licking her. She makes these cute whiney noises when I stop every few seconds to kiss the insides of her thighs. Two can play the teasing game, little lady!

  Her hand comes down and brushes through my hair before her fingers tangle into it a little more. I love when she gets aggressive about it and goes for what she wants. I never have to worry about her withholding information about what she likes because she’ll always tell me, whether it’s with words or just through her body’s natural impulses.

  “Mmm, yes,” she breathes as her hips rock.

  Slowly, I slide my finger over her entrance before easing it into her. I find that I always try to be as gentle as humanly possible and take everything really slow with her. She’s got attitude for days and she could probably kick somebody’s ass if she needed to, but I’m so much bigger than her physically that I view her as this fragile little treasure during sex and I have a total irrational fear of hurting her—at least according to what she says. She teases me sometimes for how cautious and careful I am with her, but I can’t help it. How else are your supposed to make love to an angel?

  I stroke her spot and the pre-shakes start. I like watching this whole process unfold. It’s like I can see the pleasure running through her. A couple seconds later, she whimpers and shivers as she comes. That’s right, Lola. I'll always make you feel good.

  Normally, I’d go for multiples, but I know we’re short on time, so I kiss my way back up her body until I’m ghosting my lips up and down her throat.

  I lower myself against her and shift so I can enter her, but she objects and taps my shoulder.

  “Condom,” she says in this ultrasexy, husky, horny voice.

  “Come on, Lo, let’s just do this” I mildly whine.

  “Get one,” she smiles a little apologetically.

  She’s been kind of psycho about this since we started. Sure, for the first few weeks, I understood it, but it’s been three months and I want to graduate from the condom stage. I’ve been tested about eight zillion times and she’s been on the pill since she was 16, so there’s really nothing to worry about, but she’s pulling a Gandalf—you shall not pass!

  I make a really exaggerated sigh of frustration and then go over to my suitcase to get one from the giant selection of condoms I brought along with us. This is sort of our favorite activity, so we tend to do it a lot—like, a lot!

  She giggles at my overplayed annoyance as I roll it on. She knows I hate that we still have to use these, but she also knows that I don’t hate it too much because putting on a condom means that I get to have sex with her, so the reward far outweighs the inconvenience.

  “Happy now?” I tease.

  “Yes, very,” she laughs.

  “Do you see how this breaks the rhythm of things?” I smirk, rubbing myself over her, but not yet entering her.

  “Oh, whatever!” she giggles. “Come on, let’s go.”

  “Do you see how you have to wait longer when you make me go get a condom? See what a waste of time this is when we both know we’re clean and we don’t need these?” I continue to tease.

  She makes a whiny noise and tries to shift her hips, but I pull back before she can get me inside her.

  “You do realize that by delaying this you’re really only hurting yourself,” she smirks with a raised eyebrow. “I could get up and take a shower right now, but you’re the one who will be sitting here with a hard-on and nobody to help you take care of it,” she laughs.

  “Alright, you make a good point,” I chuckle.

  “Then don’t keep me waiting, stud,” she says seductively before she grabs me and kisses me. Aggressive and sexy. I love that shit!

  I move very slowly as I slip inside her, making sure not to push too hard too fast. Again, she’s small and I used to do fuckin’ porn, for Christ’s sake, so I’m definitely above average in the dick department and I don’t want to rush it.

  I like to look in her eyes during this part, to watch the expression on her face when I’ve finally filled her. It’s really beautiful and it gives me an intense feeling of intimacy, like I’m completely bonded with her on some whole other level. Lola’s the only girl I’ve ever had that with, that kind of warmth that sort of spreads out from your heart and makes you feel like you and her are the only two people on earth.

  I start to move and she starts to pant. I bend my head down so I can kiss her neck, then I straighten up so I can kiss those luscious lips of hers. Her arms pull me tighter against her and her ankles press against my hips as she rocks along with me. Her hand slides up my back and tangles into my hair when I move to kiss her neck again and I love it because I can hear her sweet, feminine little moans against my ear. Listening to a girl’s noises has always been one of my favorite parts of sex, but that increases a gazillion-fold when it’s Lola making those noises.

  “I love you, my beautiful girl,” I whisper to her. “I love you so much. I’ve always loved you. I’ll love you forever, Lola. Forever and ever.”

  I get crazy sentimental with her when we’re doing it. I always make these big proclamations of love and vows to be with her forever. It’s all totally true, though. I will love her for the rest of my life—and if there’s an afterlife, I’ll love her there too.

  She likes when I tell her stuff like this during sex, which is perfect because I love telling her. I say this kind of thing to her all the time, but sometimes I feel like she only takes it seriously when I’m making love to her. Maybe that’s the only time she can literally feel how much I love her.

  This is the kind of shit that makes sex with Lola so awesome. I have done some serious fucking in my day—we’re talking insane positions, two and three girls at a time, bondage, toys, hot tubs, elevators, beaches, in the back of a van driving down the street while a dude in the front seat filmed it, all kinds of completely unconventional stuff. But everything’s different with Lola. It’s intimacy, and I’ve learned that intimacy can be some powerful shit.

  “Mmmmm! Yes … oh!” she starts to whimper. “James, it’s gonna happen too fast. I want … I want you to come with me.”

  “I will, baby,” I smile at her.

  “You’re … mmm! … you’re gonna make me come too quickly,” she pants.

  “That’s ok, my gorgeous girl,” I whisper to her. “Go ahead and come. I’ll keep you going and then I’ll come with you.”

  She likes when we both come at the same time, but I usually make her come first. I'm not sure if it’s because I know exactly what feels good to her or if it’s because she gets incredibly sensitive with me, but I can almost always get her off long before I’m ready to go. It’s awesome, though, because Lola’s one of those multiple orgasm kind of girls and the more I give her, the more intense the
y get. Usually, by the third or fourth one, she’s squeezing me so hard that I have no choice but to come. I’ve never been with a girl whose body felt more perfectly matched for mine.

  “Oh!” she moans louder as she tenses up. “James!”

  Fuck! You know I love it when you say my name like that, Lo.

  Her heels press into me to push me deeper and her arms wrap around my waist to pull me against her as her body totally explodes with shivers. She moans in this soft, sweet way that’s really delicate, but simultaneously all lustful euphoric. She also smiles when she comes, which is so hot to me. I like when she gets this big, beaming grin on her face like I’ve just sent her into the fuckin’ stratosphere.

  “Yes, my sweet angel,” I whisper against her neck, feeling my muscles starting to tighten. “Feel it, baby.”

  She whimpers loudly and I can feel her pulsing inside, which pushes me over the edge. I pant and moan her name as I give her everything I’ve got left and then rest on top of her out of breath.

  She turns her head and starts kissing my shoulder and my neck as I brush my hand up and down her thigh. There’s always a lot of after-sex caressing for us. That and a lot of meaningful glances and soft kisses. That’s the whole intimacy part of it, the part that’s new for me and that I’m totally into. I find that the post-sex period can be just as good as the during-sex period with her because we have this closeness that makes every little touch of her fingers feel special.

  “I love you, Lola,” I smile after a deep breath.

  “I love you too, James,” she giggles.

  I’ve noticed that she can be a little hesitant to tell me she loves me, though I don’t think it’s a conscious decision. Usually, she just says “I know” or gives me a kiss, but if we’re in bed together, then she’ll say it out loud to me—hell, sometimes she’ll scream it. A couple good orgasms and the truth comes out, eh, baby?

  I know she does love me, but I kind of think she’s afraid to lay it out there. What we have is so new that I think it scares her to admit how deep it is. Me, on the other hand, I love saying it to her and I tell her every chance I get. I’ve never been in love before, never even had a serious girlfriend, and the whole thing is totally sweet for me. If I had my way, I’d put up fuckin’ billboards and start running TV commercials to tell everyone how much I love her.

  “Gimme a kiss,” I smile at her.

  She giggles and holds my face in her little hands as she softly touches her lips to mine.

  I wrap my arms around her and roll her in one motion so she’s on top of me as I kiss her deeper.

  “You like me on top, don’t you?” she grins.

  “I like you any way I can get you, sexy girl,” I reply. “But, yeah, I do like you on top because I like to watch you take charge.”

  “Do you ever wish we did it more ways?” she says and I can see just a hint of shyness. “Like, is there a position we haven’t done or that we don’t do a lot that you wish we did?”

  “Nope,” I shake my head honestly.

  “Come on, you can tell me,” she urges. “I promise I won't freak out or anything. Is there something you’d change or something you secretly wish I’d do?”

  “No,” I chuckle. “I seriously like everything you do and I wouldn’t change a thing.”

  “There’s nothing you’d … add?” she asks timidly as she takes my hand and slides it back from her hip onto her ass.

  “You mean …?!” I ask with wide eyes. I know she's scared to try anal, so this question is quite unexpected.

  “I just wonder if you miss … you know … the stuff you used to do,” she confesses.

  I laugh loudly and shake my head. She’s worried because she knows I’ve fucked around with kinky shit on shoots and stuff and she wonders if I still want to do that. What she doesn’t get is that none of that shit could compare to something as seemingly unimportant as just kissing her because there’s way more behind my feelings for her than just the combination of horniness and available pussy. I love her, so that outweighs even the hottest of kinky shit.

  “Lo, the second I got with you, I never looked back,” I smile at her.

  “Yeah, but don’t you think you’ll get bored eventually? I mean, you’re like Skittles, you’ve tasted the rainbow—”

  I burst into loud laughter at that analogy and she gives me a playful little smack on the stomach.

  “You know what I mean!” she giggles. “I’m just saying, you’ve done pretty much everything that’s even legal to do, and now you’re stuck with me having what must feel like boring, bland, vanilla sex by comparison.”

  “Lola, I definitely wouldn’t classify anything we do as boring or bland,” I reply. “I feel like we reinvent sex every time we do it. A lot of these things are new for you and it makes them feel new for me too.”

  “It’s just … those girls in your videos, you didn’t have to be as careful with them. You could fuck them any way you wanted and you could be rough if you felt like it. With me you’re so gentle. If you wanted to try it rougher or something, I could probably learn how to do it,” she timidly adds.

  “Lo, look at me when I say this to you, ok?” I begin. “I like being gentle with you. I like going slow and being tender. I like doing stuff just because it makes you happy, even if there’s no endgame for me. Maybe it’s vanilla sex, but I’ve found that vanilla sex can be more fun than crazy sex if the person you’re doing it with is someone you love. You make me love vanilla, baby. It’s my favorite flavor now.”

  She giggles and I sit up and kiss her.

  “I love you, and I love making love to you. It’s my favorite thing in the world,” I smile.

  “Really?” she says with a sly grin.

  “Definitely! Your pussy is like … fuckin’ … heaven or something.”

  She laughs loudly and flops forward so her head’s on my shoulder.

  “It is!” I chuckle as I give her a squeeze. “I would imagine that, if I died and they go, ‘Ok, James, you got into heaven,’ it would feel exactly like being inside you.”

  She almost snorts this time and I feel her smile against my skin. I love the sound of her laugh. Who am I kidding? I love every-fuckin’-thing about her!

  She sits back up, looks at me and sighs in this sweet way like she’s grateful for me. I feel a swell of pride when she looks at me like this. Nobody cares about me as much as she does. It’s overwhelming to think that someone as perfect as her could love someone as imperfect as me.

  “I guess we should get ready for the party,” she smiles, playfully running her fingers through my hair and biting her bottom lip in that sexy-but-innocent way.

  “Yeah, you’re probably right,” I reply, reluctantly agreeing with her.

  She slides off of me and I watch her beautiful body as she gets up from the bed. The curve that runs from her hip to her boobs is so gorgeous to me, like a priceless work of art.

  “Wanna take a shower?” she smiles flirtatiously.

  “Yes, ma’am!” I nod, jumping out of bed to follow her into the bathroom.

  I’m tempted to go to the other side of the bar so I can watch her shower through the window, but I have a feeling that showering with her will be even better.

  Chapter 2 - Lola

  James weaves his fingers through mine as a waiter hands us both some champagne. I’m nervous and I’m making a conscious effort not to drink it too fast. I’m definitely not a big drinker, but I feel jittery right now and I want something to help me mellow out.

  We’re at the annual Adult Video Awards pre-show party, which takes place the evening before the main event, and everyone is buzzing with anticipation about their nominations. The vibe is actually pretty classy—think cocktail party versus bachelor party, but that doesn’t change the fact that we’re surrounded by porn stars and their nominations are for categories like Best Gangbang. Still, they’re all acting respectably and nobody’s jumped onto a table and started stripping … yet. Aside from all the fake tits and short skirts, you
would assume this was just another trendy affair at a hip restaurant.

  I’m in my plum cocktail dress and simple, black, five-inch stilettos to try to overcome a bit of the height differential between James and myself. James is 6'5" and I'm more than a foot shorter, so there's only so much work these heels can do.

  My hair is down in natural loose curls—James loves it this way and I’m starting to love it too—and I’ve got a pair of small, diamond studs in my ears, a gift I very reluctantly accepted from him. He knows I’m not a bling-bling kind of girl, but he said he really wanted to buy me jewelry. It was actually pretty sweet. I think he’s not exactly sure how to do the whole boyfriend thing, so he just assumes that necklaces and earrings are part of the role. It’s adorable to watch him try to portray the average, everyday, upstanding boyfriend. I adore him for who he is and I don’t need him to fit into any type, but I’ll let him roll with it if that’s what floats his boat.

  He’s looking particularly beautiful with his long hair falling in thick, shiny, chocolate brown waves that break on his shoulders. He’s got on light gray slacks and a black shirt with the top few buttons undone in that sexy, raw, “I pretend like this was accidental, but I know it’s hot” sort of way that reveals just enough of his chest to make me consider skipping the party and going back to the room with him. Everything he puts on fits his build perfectly and, while I love the way he looks in worn out jeans and a t-shirt, I have to say, there’s something about seeing him in this slightly formal attire that makes my heart beat faster. Mature James. Professional James. Another layer of Sexy James.

  A pretty blonde whom I recognize from one of James’ nominated scenes spots us and comes over. Kayla Grey is her name, if I recall correctly. They’re up for an award together … something that kind of freaked me out … what was it? Ah yes, Best Anal. Fantastic. I’m sure this won’t be awkward at all.