Stronger With Her

by JA Hensley

  I nod in agreement. “It’s got great atmosphere. I’m looking forward to it,” I say with a smile.

  I keep stealing glances at her as I drive. She’s so beautiful she takes my breath away. I already know what she looks like naked, but I can’t help but think about what she would look like underneath me, writhing in pleasure, moaning my name. I start to get hard and change the direction of my thoughts quickly.

  Once we get to the restaurant I help her out of the truck and it strikes me just how tiny she is. I don’t think I’ve taken the time to appreciate the difference in our heights or the fact that I could hold her in one hand. I probably look like a giant walking next to her and that thought makes me smile. This tiny woman has gotten under my skin in a way I never imagined would happen again in my lifetime.

  “Are you ready to go in?” Stephanie asks. I guess I was staring off into space for a moment.

  “Sure, sorry, let’s eat,” I respond as I lead her into Mr. Woo’s. It’s decorated like a throwback to the Seventies. There are tall booths that line the walls covered in red vinyl, tables in the middle of the room, and the walls are covered with a metallic wallpaper. One side of the room has a bonsai tree painted on it and the other has a gold dragon. The lighting is low, making you feel like you’re in your own world when you’re at the table. There’s a candle in the middle in a colored jar covered with some sort of plastic mesh.

  We’re seated in the corner booth, as I requested, because of the privacy it offers. Once you’re sitting you can’t see the rest of the room and nobody can see you.

  “What do you usually order?” I ask Stephanie. Most people have a favorite dish here and I always get the same thing.

  “I love their almond boneless chicken and fried rice. It’s been my favorite since I was a kid. What about you? Do you have a regular dish?”

  “I can’t get enough of their pepper steak and beef lo mein. I could eat it every day and never get tired of it,” I smile.

  Our waitress comes over and we order our favorites. Once she leaves I’m not sure what to do or say. All I want to do is slide over to her side and kiss her senseless.

  “What are you thinking about over there? That’s the second time you’ve zoned out on me tonight. Am I that boring of a date?” she asks. I shake my head and laugh.

  “Actually, I was thinking about how I want my lips on yours right now. It’s like you’ve taken over my cognitive abilities. I’m sorry.”

  She blushes and looks down at the table. Fuck, I’ve screwed this up already.

  “Well, far be it for me to interrupt something like that,” she says smiling up at me. I feel a little tension leave my shoulders.

  “Perhaps we need to do the normal first date questions to get me back on track. How does that sound?”

  “I’ll go first,” she says. “James, where did you go to school?”

  “I went to a small private Catholic school in Minnesota. What about you?”

  “I graduated from State. That’s where I met my two best friends, Becca and Christin. How did you get into designing ammunition?”

  “Well, that wasn’t something I ever really considered. I’ve always been interested in how things work. My dad was a hunter, he reloaded his shells, and I was his assistant. We always had guns around and the power of them fascinated me. So, when I went to college, I thought I’d study engineering and learn how to make powerful things work better. One summer I decided to take a gunsmithing course and that led to ammo. It just sort of followed from there with small tweaks to different casings or powder combinations. Joe had gotten his business degree and Jason was finishing his computer degree when I won a contest with a bullet design. The rest, as they say, is history. We decided to try and make a living out of it and so far it’s going pretty well.”

  “That’s amazing. You’re so lucky to have your brothers around to help you,” she says, looking away quickly. I’m not sure what that’s about, but I plan to come back to it.

  “Now it’s your turn. How did you get into computers?” I say with a smile. I assume that she thought I was going to ask about her other job based on the look on her face.

  “It’s not nearly as exciting a tale as yours. My mother is a professor and my dad’s an engineer. I was a little advanced as a kid so I took college courses online before going off to State. I have a degree in mathematics and computer science. I’ve always liked things that are logical, predictable, and have a definite answer. Math and computers are both like that. After graduation I got a job at Soklov and worked there until I started my own business and fixed your system.” She smiles and it’s like the room explodes in light. I start to ask more questions about the name of her business but our food arrives.

  Once the waitress has set everything on the table, we both stop talking. Stephanie leans over and smells her food, holding her breath while she leans back and then slowly exhales. It’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen anyone do and it had nothing to do with sex.

  “I absolutely love this place. It’s like comfort food for me and brings back such great memories,” she says as she picks up her chopsticks. “Growing up we would come here after any major event in our lives to celebrate. It was always a special occasion if we got to have Mr. Woo’s,” she smiles.

  “I love that I get to be here with you then,” I say. “Maybe this will be a place we can come to celebrate, too.”

  “I’d like that,” she whispers quietly, but I hear it anyway.

  We finish our amazing meals, making small talk about places we’ve visited and where we’d like to go someday. I don’t want this evening to end. Stephanie is even more special than I imagined, and I know I need to spend some more time with her.

  I put my hand on her back as we leave the restaurant. “Would you like to take a walk around the neighborhood?” I ask.

  “That sounds great,” she says. I take her hand in mine and lead her toward the restored historical part of the city. There’s no conversation, but the silence is comfortable. When I look at her, she seems to be admiring the buildings as we pass by. I can’t stop looking at her, only glancing up to avoid walking into lampposts. We reach an alley that’s been converted into a small park. I lead her over to one of the benches and pull her into my lap.

  “I’ve had a wonderful time tonight, but there’s something I’ve been dying to do since I picked you up,” I say as I run my fingers through her hair.

  “Really? What’s that?” she asks with a smirk. I answer her by putting my hand on the back of her head and bring her lips to mine. The kiss starts out as a light feathering of skin. I rub my nose against hers gently, looking into her eyes. She’s staring back at me and I watch her pupils dilate as she exhales a sigh. Not wasting anymore time, I tilt her head so I can have complete control over the next kiss. I lick her lips until she opens for me. Her taste is intoxicating, and I know that I’ll never get enough of this woman. She’s consumed me since the moment I laid eyes on her. The more time I spend with her, the stronger the pull is.

  We’re making out like teenagers for quite some time before either of us comes up for air. Stephanie makes the first move away, and I only let her go a few inches. I want her close to me all the time, and for once I’m not scared of that idea.

  “James, take me home,” she says as she moves off my lap. My heart takes a nosedive as the disappointment washes over me. I start to stand when she puts her hand on my chest. She puts her mouth to my ear and whispers, “I want you to make love to me.”

  That gets my attention and I jump up, grab her by the waist and throw her over my shoulder. She’s laughing and hitting me on the back, demanding I put her down. I make sure her legs are secure in my arm and lightly smack her ass.

  “Quiet, woman, this is the fastest way to get us to the truck,” I laugh. She continues to smack me, all the while giggling as I walk as quickly as possible back to where I parked.

  As I let her body slide down my front, I take advantage of having my hands on her. She has just
the right amount of curves and she fits perfectly against me. I don’t stop myself from kissing her when our faces meet, following her down until her feet are on the ground.

  The sound of her moan makes my dick twitch in my pants, pushing painfully against the zipper. I break away from her and quickly open the door, helping her into the truck before jogging around to my side. I might have squealed the tires a bit pulling out of the parking lot, but I don’t give a shit.

  The ten-minute drive back to Stephanie’s condo is one of the longest I’ve ever had. The whole time she’s had her hand resting on my thigh so close yet so far from where I really want it. Who am I kidding? If she touches my cock, I’ll explode in my pants like an adolescent. We finally pull into her neighborhood and find a parking spot. Once I turn the engine off, I look over at her. She’s staring back with her hand on the door handle and a wicked grin on her face.

  “Are you coming?” she asks slyly.

  “Not yet, but I’m looking forward to it,” I say as I get out of the truck.

  I’ve barely got my key inside the lock when I feel him behind me. The warmth of his body against my back just fuels the fire of lust beneath my skin. I finally get the door open and his hands are immediately on my hips urging me into my condo. He kicks the door closed after he enters and turns both of us. My back is now against the wood and I’m wonderfully trapped by his strong arms.

  “I’ve been dreaming about this since I first laid my eyes on you,” he says as he leans down and kisses my neck. I move my head to give him easier access, moaning at the amazing feeling of his lips on me. I put my hands around his waist, pulling his lower body even closer. I want to climb him like a tree. It’s as if he senses what I need and I’m lifted in the air to a height where I can wrap my legs around his waist and he doesn’t have to bend over. James keeps me pinned to the door with his body, moving his lips from my neck to my ear to my cheek. I turn suddenly and catch his kiss with my lips. I bring my hands up to the back of his head and hold him exactly where I need him, thrusting my tongue into his mouth and grinding my hips against him.

  We continue like this for a few minutes and I can feel my panties getting damp. I know I want him, and I trust that he’s not just using me for a fantasy. I reluctantly break our connection and push him back a couple inches to look him in the eye.

  “Is everything okay?” he asks.

  “It’s more than okay. Take me to bed, James. I want to feel all of you,” I hear myself say breathlessly.

  “Tell me where,” he starts and I point toward my bedroom. He carries me there without a word, holding me as if I weigh nothing.

  Once we’re in my bedroom, I’m not exactly sure what to do. It’s been years since I’ve been with a man, let alone had one in my bed. James must feel my body tense and he puts me down so my feet meet the floor.

  “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, Steph,” he says quietly. No! I think to myself. I want to do everything. I take a deep breath and put my hand in his.

  “This is embarrassing to admit, but it’s been a long time for me. I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to do,” I say quietly while looking at my feet. I can’t believe I actually said that out loud.

  “Do you trust me?” James asks, lifting my chin with his thumb so we are looking at each other.

  “Yes, I do,” I reply with confidence. He’s proven to me that he’s interested in me, not the fantasy of me.

  James replies with a smirk. He moves his hand from my face down to the waistband of my pants. He gently pulls the fabric of my blouse until it’s completely untucked. I put my hands on the top button of his shirt, but he quickly moves them back to my sides.

  “It’s my turn,” he says softly as his hands smooth down my arms. I’m awestruck. Never in my life has anyone been so gentle with me. Ever. The last time I was with a man it was pretty much a “wham, bam, thank you, ma’am” kind of thing in college. This is what I’ve fantasized about, so I let him take control and allow myself to enjoy it.

  James is looking down at me, as if asking permission, as his fingers reach under my top to pull it over my head. I nod subtlely and he continues his mission, lifting the fabric up and over. I’m wearing a white lace bra that matches my thong that he hasn’t found yet. He inhales sharply when he glances down at my chest.

  “Jesus Christ, Stephanie. Just when I think you can’t be any sexier you wear white lace? I swear you’re trying to kill me here,” he says as his hands slowly work their way back up my arms to my breasts. He cups each one and gently squeezes them, tweaking my nipples through the fabric between his thumb and forefinger.

  I lean my head back, pressing into his hands, relishing in the sensation of having them on me. But, the moment doesn’t last long enough and his touch is gone. I snap my head back up to look at him with a question in my eye.

  “I have to see the rest of you,” he says gruffly, moving to the side zipper on my pants. In just a few seconds the fabric is pooled at my feet and I’m left standing in my lingerie and heels.

  “Holy fuck,” James whispers. “You are a walking fantasy,” he says as he drops to his knees and begins kissing and nipping at my abdomen. I can’t help my hands reaching up into his hair, rubbing his scalp and pulling at his luscious locks. He continues his path along the waistband of my thong until he finds a place where I’m ticklish. I can’t help but flinch and chuckle a little causing him to lean back and look up at me.

  “Well, what do we have here?” he asks as he puts his lips back on the spot. I jump again and he laughs. “We’ll have to come back to that later. Right now I want to see if I can make you scream, not laugh,” he says as he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of my panties and pulls it down my legs.

  Once the fabric is gone, James stops. I look up and he’s staring at me intently and it makes me self-conscious.

  “Is something wrong?” I ask hesitantly, starting to cover myself. He puts his hands on my wrists and holds them against my hips.

  “You are breathtakingly beautiful,” he says quietly. “I’m trying to figure out what I did to get so lucky,” he whispers as he looks into my eyes.

  I smile and splay my fingers on his hands since he still hasn’t let them go.

  “Touch me, James,” I say, hoping that will get him to release my arms. I want to run my fingers through his hair.

  “Lay down for me,” he says as he stands up and starts shedding his clothes. I don’t hesitate and get on the bed quickly, kicking off my shoes in the process. The butterflies in my stomach are going crazy and my nerve endings are hypersensitive. The anticipation of the moment is about to kill me as I watch James’ body flex as he moves to pull off his shirt. His torso is chiseled muscle, all deep valleys between each of his abs. I want to feel his skin against all that hardness, and it takes all my self-control to stay on the bed. I continue watching as he bends over to remove his shoes and then his pants. The white boxer briefs are a bit of a surprise. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but tidy whities weren’t it.

  He leaves them on and I can’t help but be a little disappointed. He must see the pout on my face because he smiles at me.

  “Don’t worry, we’ll get to that. Right now I want to focus on you,” he says as he crawls onto the bed and hovers over me. He reaches behind me and unclasps my bra, tossing it across the room before putting his lips on my skin. He kisses all around my breast, avoiding the nipple that has become a hard peak and is begging for attention. I push my chest up a little hoping he’ll take the hint, but he continues to torture me.

  I reach up and put my hands on his head, trying to direct him to where I want him, but he stops what he’s doing and looks up at me.

  “I know what you want, Stephanie, and I’ll give it to you; but only when I’m ready. Anticipation is most of the fun and you are going to have to learn to be patient. Trust me to take care of you and you won’t be sorry,” he says with a grin.

  I groan in frustration and that makes him chuckle. He moves up my
body a little and puts his lips on mine. It starts off soft but quickly turns into something more promising. I part my lips and he plunges his tongue into my mouth, dancing with mine. My arms wrap tightly around his neck and he allows me to pull him down on top of me. I know he’s still holding himself up because he doesn’t feel very heavy, but it’s fantastic anyway. Because of our difference in height, my legs wrap around his middle somewhere above his waist. I shamelessly grind myself against him, letting him know exactly what I want. He moves from my mouth, kissing my cheek, down my neck, and back to my chest. I have to let go of him so he can make his way across my body. I’m breathing heavy, practically panting as he lightly skims his lips across my flesh.

  Suddenly he pulls my left nipple into his mouth and sucks hard. The sensation is an unbelievable surprise and I cry out. He swirls his tongue around and around making me dizzy with pleasure, and I feel like I could come just from this. He moves to the other side giving that breast the same attention. In this position his stomach is against my pussy and I can’t help but move underneath him. Each time he takes a breath there’s a little pressure on my clit and it’s driving me wild. I try to get more friction by swirling my hips but it’s not enough.

  “Shh, don’t worry, I’ll get there,” he says as he kisses his way down my stomach. He finds the ticklish spot again but thankfully only stays there for a few seconds. He runs his nose around my belly button before biting down gently on the top of it. I cry out again, closing my eyes to be able to concentrate on what he’s doing to me.

  His weight moves and I feel his breath against my leg so I slowly open one eye. James is moving his lips to my inner thigh, pushing my legs a little farther apart. I see the pink tip of his tongue reach out and touch my skin so lightly it’s almost a whisper. He makes a trail from my knee to my hip, stopping just before my aching center. He shifts and does the same thing on the other side and I think I’m going to explode if he doesn’t touch me in the next few seconds.