Bruce found Rowan easy to talk to, and dinner progressed well, both of them laughing and getting along. But when the waiter brought the check and Bruce set down his credit card, he realized that the time had arrived to make a decision: say good-bye here or continue the evening upstairs. The silence lengthened, and Rowan stared into the candle, playing absently with her bracelet. She was pretty, sweet, and funny, and though she wasn’t like anyone he’d ever been with, he found himself attracted to her curves. What would it feel like to grasp onto those hips while he took her from behind? Or to hold those spectacular tits in his hands?
How could he say no?
After signing the receipt, he stood and held out his hand for Rowan’s, admiring her shapely legs as she got to her feet. “Let me walk you to your room.”
With a wistful smile, she took his hand, and though conversation had come easily during dinner, he now found himself struggling for something to say. But nothing came, and they rode up to her floor in awkward silence. At her door, she stopped and looked up at him.
“Thank you for the lovely dinner, and the beautiful bracelet,” she said, and then turned to open the door to her room.
“Rowan, wait,” he said. She turned back to him, and he saw the spark of hope in her eyes. He couldn’t deny her this. Shit, who was he kidding? He couldn’t deny himself. Pulling her into his arms, he bent his head down and pressed his lips to hers.
Chapter Three
Rowan’s head spun, and the desire that had been pulsing inside her all evening grew into a raw need for him as he kissed her. It was unlike anything she’d experienced before, and it left her reeling.
“May I come in?” he asked as he shifted his lips to her ear and neck, bringing a tiny moan from her throat.
“Yes,” she replied, breathless with longing.
Her hands shook so badly it took her three tries to get the card key into the lock, but then they were inside and he embraced her again. She had been kissed before, but none of them, not even her first, had ever felt like this. He moved his lips with hers, turning her insides to liquid and creating a fog of lust in her brain. When he pulled back, disappointment followed.
“Sit down over there,” he said, pointing to the love seat in the sitting area.
Wondering what he had in mind, she settled herself onto the seat and watched as he pulled off his jacket and tie, tossing them over the chair beside her, and then kicked off his shoes. He knelt on the floor in front of her, reached out and undid the strap on one of her shoes, a simple pair of high heeled sandals. He took the shoe off and threw it to the side, then removed the other one.
Rowan gasped when he put his hand on her knee and then slid it down her leg until he cradled her calf. Lifting her foot up, he began to massage it. His fingers found the pressure points easily, and his strong hands both relaxed and aroused her. She leaned back a bit and watched as he worked on her foot, finding the whole experience incredibly erotic.
“Do those shoes make your feet hurt?” he asked. “I love how sexy your legs look in them, but it amazes me you can wear them comfortably.”
Her stomach fluttered at the compliment. “They’re not too bad.” She was vaguely aware of the fact that her skirt was sliding up and her legs spread apart as he continued the massage. “Were you checking out my legs?”
“Oh, yeah.” He placed her foot down on the floor outside of his knee, and then lifted the other one. The action caused her legs to spread apart more, and Rowan knew that he must be able to see up her skirt now. Would he see how damp her panties were already? He lavished the same attention on her other foot, and to her surprise, lifted it to his lips and sucked her big toe into his mouth. She gasped with pleasure as his tongue swirled around the sensitive skin, grateful that she wasn’t ticklish.
Bruce released her toe and set her foot back down on the floor, and this time, Rowan didn’t miss his gaze darting between her legs. She spread her knees a bit more, shifting her ass closer to the edge of the seat. He smiled and licked his lips before getting up off the floor. Taking a seat beside her, he placed his hand under her chin to turn her head toward him, and grazed her lips with his.
“You taste divine,” he murmured into her ear. He slid his tongue along the outer curve of her ear, sending more pleasure through her, and then ran his fingers ran down the side of her neck. He traced the neckline of her dress, the light touch of his fingertips across the tops of her breasts adding to the widening pool of arousal inside of her. She held her breath for a moment, silently willing him to take her breast in his hand. Instead, he skipped down to her stomach and ran his hand down one leg, and then up the other, pulling up the hem of her skirt as he did so.
“This dress is beautiful, but I need to get it off you. Lean forward a minute.”
Rowan happily complied, and he reached behind her and unzipped the dress. Pushing her back again, he slipped it down her shoulders until it settled around her waist, leaving her chest bare except for her bra. He ran his fingers along the edges of the cups and she trembled in anticipation.
“Are you okay? Is it too cold?”
“I’m fine. More than fine,” she whispered. “I’ve just never felt so turned on before.”
His chuckle had her pussy clenching. “I haven’t even gotten started, baby.” Standing, he extended a hand to her. She took it and he helped her up, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her. Rowan melted into him, and as their lips and tongues moved together, he pushed her dress down over her hips until it fell into a puddle on the floor. When he caressed her ass and pressed her against his body, she moaned, though his mouth on hers muffled the sound. Something pressed into her stomach, and she wondered for a moment what it was, before mentally slapping herself. Duh! It’s his hard-on. The urge to touch him couldn’t be ignored and she tried to slip a hand between them, but he stepped back.
“Uh-uh,” he said. “You don’t get to touch yet.” His gaze flicked up and down her body and he smiled. “You are stunning, Rowan.”
She lowered her eyes as she blushed, not sure what to say or do next. He took her hand and led her to the closet where a full-length mirror hung on the door. Placing her in front of it, he stood behind her and slipped his arms around her waist. Now his erection pushed against her ass, and acting on instinct, she wiggled against him. His groan told her she was getting to him.
“Look in the mirror,” he said. She watched their reflections as he moved his hands up to cup the bottom of her breasts. He unhooked the front clasp and when her breasts popped free of the garment, he took one in each hand. “I’m sure you’ve heard this before, but your tits are magnificent.”
Rowan moaned as he tweaked her large, pink nipples, pinching and rolling them between his fingers. Her body was on sensory overload, with every nerve ending at her clit. Masturbating gave her a lot of pleasure, but she never dreamed that having someone else touching her could feel this good, and Bruce had the practiced hand of someone with a lot of experience. She leaned her head back onto his shoulder and he lowered his lips to her neck, licking and sucking from her ear to her collarbone as he continued kneading her breasts.
She might have been happy to let him fondle her all evening, but she had a bigger goal in mind, so she turned to face him, her fingers shaking as she began to unbutton his shirt. Opening the first few exposed the top part of his chest and she leaned in to kiss it, earning her a sexy groan. A light layer of hair covered his chest. She ran her fingers through it, the texture coarse and rough, and wondered what it would feel like on her boobs. When she’d finished with the last button and pushed the shirt off him, she admired the sculpted muscles of his chest, shoulders, and arms. When he wrapped his arms around her and pressed her close for another kiss, the chest hair tickled her nipples.
Now that she had him half naked, she needed to get the rest of his clothes off, but when she reached for his belt buckle, he stopped her.
“Please,” she murmured against his lips. “Let me see you.”
“What do you
want to see?” he asked, shifting her hand down to his crotch where she felt his enormous erection through his pants. “Is this what you want to see?”
Her mouth went dry as she touched the hard length of him, and she couldn’t speak. Instead, she dropped to her knees and pressed her face against his crotch. She felt him twitch against her as he sucked in a sharp breath. This time when she reached for the belt, he let her. In her hurry, her fingers kept fumbling, but she managed to get his pants undone. As she tried to slide them down his hips, they caught on his bulge, so she reached in and pulled his cock out.
The hot flesh was a study in contradictions: velvety soft skin over steel. Steel that throbbed when she wrapped her hand around it. Now that she was face to face with a real cock, she examined it, her fingers tracing every vein, and caressing the head, where a drop of clear liquid had appeared in the opening at its tip. Rowan had imagined, when she finally took a lover, oral sex would be an expectation, but she never thought she would want to taste him so much.
She darted her tongue out and whisked away the drop of fluid, which had a slightly salty taste. Bruce’s groan brought a smile to her face, and she licked the head of his swollen cock, hoping she was doing it right. He threaded his hands into her hair and urged her closer, so she opened her mouth and allowed him to slide inside.
“Fuck, yeah,” he moaned as she sealed her lips around his shaft. “Suck my cock, baby. Let me fuck your sweet mouth.”
Wow. Whenever she pictured romantic encounters, she imagined sweet, tender words, not cursing. But for some reason, his dirty talk had her pussy dripping. Maybe it just seemed naughtier, more scandalous. Eager to live up to his expectations, she allowed him to hold her head still between his hands, and he began to pump his dick in and out of her mouth, each thrust pushing it a bit farther in, until he hit the back of her throat and she nearly gagged. He pulled out and tilted her head up to look at him.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said. “I just wasn’t expecting that.”
Taking her hands, he helped her to a standing position and hugged her. “Your mouth just felt so good, I got carried away.”
“I’ve never given a blow job before,” she admitted. “I’m sure if I practiced, it would get easier.”
“For a first time, that was amazing.” He hugged her. “How are you feeling?”
“Everything’s perfect so far,” she whispered.
“So let me make it even better.” He planted a light kiss on her lips. He kicked off his pants, and then led her over to the king-size bed. “Lie down.”
Rowan climbed up on the bed, and then lay on her back, watching the smooth movements of his chiseled body as he joined her. Feeling lightheaded, and hardly daring to believe that she shared a bed with such a perfect specimen, she looked up at him. He examined her body with his eyes, and when his gaze met hers again, she saw the desire on his face. She smiled, skin tingling with anticipation, and giddy with the knowledge that she was the object of that desire. He knelt over her and took her breasts in his hands, squeezing and caressing them, his eyes shining like those of a kid with a new toy. When he lowered his mouth to one of her nipples, she cried out softly. He spent a long time worshipping her breasts, alternating between them, licking, sucking, and stroking them with his tongue and fingers. Deep inside her body, pleasure gathered together, growing like a pulsing ball of energy waiting to be released.
Bruce hooked his fingers around the sides of her panties and began to tug them down. Rowan lifted her hips to help him, and he slid them to her feet, and then tossed them off the bed. He took one knee in each hand and slowly spread her legs apart until she lay completely exposed to his hungry gaze.
“You shaved.”
“My friend said guys like it that way,” Rowan replied, trembling with need. His eyes caressed her, causing her nipples to tighten and her pussy to throb.
“It doesn’t matter a whole lot for me, although bare means no hair scratching my nose.”
Rowan could hardly breathe as he bent his head and dipped his tongue in her belly button, and then licked his way across her abdomen, until he reached her smooth mound. He kissed it, and then slipped his tongue between her lips.
“Oh my God!” Rowan cried as Bruce began to flick her clit with his tongue. His mouth brought more pleasure than anything Rowan had ever experienced. Eyes rolling back in her head, she moaned, while he circled her clit, the strokes of his tongue firm and rapid, and utterly relentless in his pursuit of her orgasm. She arched her back and clawed at the duvet. The ball of sexual energy gathering low inside her had almost reached its bursting point when she began to buck up off the bed, forcing her pussy against his face. He latched onto her clit with his lips and held on as the ball finally broke, releasing spasms of pleasure throughout her body. Rowan’s ragged screams echoed through the room as she came.
And still Bruce maintained his hold on the bundle of nerves between his lips, waiting until the spasms subsided. When they did, he reached up and slipped a finger into her pussy, now dripping juices down between her ass cheeks and onto the bed below. Stroking back and forth deep within her cunt, he started to suck on Rowan’s clit again.
Her cries were unintelligible as the pleasure within her expanded, much faster than it had before, pushing her to new heights. The nerves in her pussy hadn’t had a chance to recover fully from her orgasm, and now the stimulation bordered on painful, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop him. She wanted the blissful sensations to go on and on... Grabbing hold of his head, she thrust up against him, desperate to reach that peak again.
When the second orgasm hit, her entire body shook, and a light touch from his tongue had her jerking away. “Please, Bruce!” She panted and gasped. “It’s too sensitive.”
He lifted his head and smiled at her, his face shiny with her juices. Getting to his hands and knees, he crawled up until his face hovered just above hers. Rowan reached up and pulled him to her, lips and tongues crashing together, and she tasted herself on him.
“Rowan, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured against her lips, his words making her heart leap. “Watching you come on my tongue was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve seen.”
Knowing he found her sexy, knowing he desired her, and hearing the need in his voice thrilled her, and her pussy throbbed again. “Bruce, no one has ever, ever, made me feel like that.”
He kissed her again, slow, sensual movements as his lips slid over hers. He dropped his mouth to her neck and nipped at it as he worked his way to her ear. “I need to be inside you,” he whispered. “Just let me go grab a condom.”
“There’s a basket on the nightstand.”
Bruce reached over and grabbed one of the foil packages. He tore it open and she watched as he sheathed his cock in the thin layer of rubber before positioning himself over top of her again.
“I’m going to take it easy,” he said. “Tell me if it’s too much, okay?”
“Okay,” she whispered.
He slid the head of his cock over her clit a few times before guiding it down between the slick folds to her virgin hole. This is it. A knot formed in her stomach and her chest constricted. Would it hurt like her friends said? Would he even be able to get that cock all the way into her? She’d inserted tampons, and her vibrator, and figured her hymen was already broken, but he was so much thicker. In her head, she knew it would fit, but she found herself tensing up. What if he didn’t like the way she felt? Bruce began to push into her with exquisite slowness, spreading her open and filling her. She winced slightly in discomfort, though she wouldn’t describe the sensation as painful.
“Are you alright?”
“Yes. Please, just keep going.” Now that they’d begun, she had to see it through. There had to be a reason people did this, and she knew she’d get there eventually. Their lips met again as he pushed himself all the way inside her, the kiss tender and gentle. After holding in place for a moment, he began to withdraw, just a little, before pushing back i
n.
“You’re so tight on my cock,” he said. “God, you feel so good, Rowan.”
Her breath came in little gasps as he increased the tempo of his thrusting. The discomfort she’d had at first was gone now, replaced by the pleasurable sensation of him sliding back and forth within her. “Yes, Bruce! Oh, yes!”
At her encouragement, he began to pump faster, his hips pistoning his cock into her over and over again, and she cried out with each thrust. Rowan couldn’t believe when she felt another orgasm building inside her.
“Bruce, I think I’m going to come again,” she cried.
He slipped his hand down between them and began to massage her clit with his thumb as he fucked her, and the combination of sensations pushed her over the edge again.
“Yes! Yes! Oh, God!”
Her orgasm crashed into her, knocking the breath out of her, as the muscles in her pussy squeezed him. A moment later he cried her name, and froze, body shuddering. Had he come? He captured her mouth with his as he pulled his cock out of her. She whimpered a bit, missing the fullness of him inside of her.
“I’ll be back in a second,” he said, kissing her forehead. He got up and strode into the bathroom.
Rowan stared at the ceiling, a lazy grin on her face. She’d finally lost her virginity. And it had been worth it. Whether because of the extensive foreplay, or her own exploration of her body, there hadn’t been any pain, only extreme, mind-blowing pleasure. Now she understood what she’d missed out on before. Losing It had delivered in a big way, and Bruce’s lovemaking abilities had made the experience unforgettable. He had made her feel beautiful and desirable. She closed her eyes, the fresh memories still sending bolts of arousal throughout her body. She couldn’t wait to do it again.
Chapter Four
Bruce tossed the condom in the garbage and when he had cleaned himself up, he leaned against the counter top, studying the details in the granite as he reflected on the experience. Signing up for this one night stand had been a whim, an impulse, born out of too many nights spent alone. And though he hadn’t expected Rowan, he couldn’t deny how his body reacted to her lush curves. She was gorgeous. Stunning. He didn’t regret the decision to sleep with her.
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