Fatalism

by LK Collins

  The sight of him gazing at me half naked set me on fire, making me want to him in every way imaginable. Without hesitation, I dropped to my knees and undid his belt buckle. I looked up at him, and we locked eyes. His jaw was tense as he watched me closely.

  I unzipped his pants, showing his erection strained against his black Armani boxer briefs. I slid both down, allowing his large cock to spring free. I looked his glorious length over, observing how large he was. I had never been with a man this big before. In a way, it terrified the hell out of me, but it also made me so hot that I wanted him inside me now.

  I took the tip of his dick and guided it to my lips, kissing him. I swirled my tongue over the head and slowly, oh so slowly, slid him in and out of my mouth. I sucked continuously swirling my tongue up and down. He reached down and grabbed my hair, and when I looked up at him, his head was tipped back. He wove his fingers into my hair and gently thrust his hips in and out of my mouth. He groaned with pleasure, and I picked up my speed.

  Abruptly, he stopped, pulled out, and lifted me to my feet.

  “Alexa, do you have any idea how amazing you are? I want to savor our first time together. I have been thinking about being inside of you all day. I want to see your perfect body and learn your every curve.” I nodded my head, and he grabbed me by my hips, pulling me securely against him. “I can’t wait to make you come, but first, let’s get you naked.”

  I smiled shyly up at him and started to unbutton my shirt. He slid it down my arms and allowed it to fall to the floor. My nipples strained against the thin lace of my bra. He saw them peeking through the fabric and smiled with fulfillment. He cupped both of my breasts and ran his fingers over the hardened peaks through the fabric.

  He kissed me swiftly and sucked on my bottom lip. He pulled away and gestured for me to turn around. Now standing with my back to him, he made quick work of unhooking my bra and slowly sliding it down my shoulders and arms, all the while his fingertips traced my skin. My body trembled from his touch, as he kissed my neck and shoulders, worshipping my body. He didn’t waste much time moving to my skirt, unzipping it and allowing it to fall down my legs, joining the rest of our clothes.

  I heard his breathing hitch, and he playfully slapped my ass.

  “Christ, Alexa. You haven’t been wearing underwear all day?”

  I smiled, knowing this made him crazy, and shook my head.

  “Damn, I can’t believe you haven’t had any underwear on all day.”

  I shrugged my shoulders like it was no big deal. To me it wasn’t I never wore underwear they were always uncomfortable, and I loathed the lines they left.

  “Turn around, Alexa.”

  Suddenly I felt nervous, my earlier eagerness had vanished. I was always self-conscious about my body, especially when it came to being naked. I didn’t know if I could do this. Before I could second guess myself any longer, he was behind me. I could feel his erection pushing into my backside, and his breath was hot on my skin as he spoke.

  “Alexa, don’t make me wait any longer. Please, turn around.”

  I turned around, securing eyes with him. That gave me all the reassurance I needed. His eyes slowly scanned my entire body with an expression of hunger. He grabbed me by my thighs, lifting me so I was in his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful, Lex. I absolutely love your thighs.”

  I laughed. “Really? Because I hate my thighs.”

  He swatted my behind again, causing me to yelp. What was it with him and spanking me? He walked us over to the bed.

  “If you keep running your mouth like that, putting yourself down, it’s going to hurt a lot worse next time. I think your body is perfect, especially your thighs.”

  Slowly he lowered us onto the bed and laid above me, holding his weight on his forearms.

  “Alexa, tell me what you want?”

  “I want you.”

  He brushed his lips over mine. “Tell me more.”

  “I need you.”

  At that moment, I don’t think I had ever wanted anything so bad in all my life. The feeling of the head of his cock being nudged against my sex sent my body into extreme mania.

  “Tell me you’ll give us a chance. Before I’m inside of you and make love to you, I need to know?”

  I knew that what I should do and would do were two different things. I had come this far and wanted him, plain and simple. “Yes, I’ll give us a chance. But I have to warn you, I’ve never dated or been with anyone more than once so this is all new to me.”

  “Don’t worry. I want you just the way you are.” He moved down my body, positioning his head between my legs. His mouth wrapped around my clit, and he started to lick and suck in perfect unison. He didn’t waste a minute; his hands were wrapped around my thighs, spreading my legs as far apart as they would go. I bucked off of the bed, pressing myself harder against him. He stopped the constant torture and stuck his tongue inside of me, swirling all around. His expert mouth caused me to feel an orgasm building, and before I knew it, the world around me was shattering as my body shuddered in a mind-blowing orgasm. I screamed his name and twisted my hands in his hair.

  He didn’t stop once I came back to earth, and the feeling of the continued pleasure was so intense, I didn’t think I could handle anymore. I looked down with heavy lids and watched as he flicked his tongue back and forth over my sensitive clit. He tightly held my body to him while I fisted the comforter. My body trembled and moved off the bed.

  I had never felt a feeling so strong. I didn’t know if I would be able to come again, but Vincent reached up and tugged on one of my nipples. It sent me spinning out of this universe. I whimpered as he continued to suck in the perfect tempo.

  When my body stopped convulsing, he slowed the constant assault and moved to kiss my thighs, whispering words I couldn’t make out against my skin.

  “I think it’s time we remove these, don’t you?” he asked.

  I nodded my head, unable to find my voice. He slowly slid each one of the stockings down my legs and tossed them to the floor. I stared up at him kneeling between my legs. A flame burned within me, wanting to feel him inside of me and to pleasure him like he did me.

  “Vince I need you inside me, now.”

  “I know.” He chuckled and rolled a condom down his magnificent length as I watched in amazement. He kissed me and then he lowered his body on top of mine.

  “Trust me, I can’t wait to be inside of your sweet little pussy.”

  I lifted my hips off of the bed, eager to feel him inside of me. I didn’t know if we would fit together but I wanted him bad enough I was willing to try. He didn’t rush and was gentle, slowly easing his way inside of me, inch by inch, and never taking his eyes off of mine. That alone kept me relaxed. Once he was inside he laid down and held my face in his hands.

  “Are you okay, beautiful?”

  “Mmm-hmm.”

  I lifted my lips to kiss him while he allowed me time to acclimate to his size. He ran his knuckles over my check, and I leaned into his touch. I closed my eyes and squeezed myself around his cock.

  “You’re so big.” I said.

  “And you’re so tight.”

  Slowly he started to move, pulling all the way out of me and then pushing back in. I was amazed his size didn’t hurt me, it pleased me in a way I had never felt before. Everything inside burned with endorphins. I lifted my hips to match his movements, needing more from him. He kissed me with urgency and increased the rhythm. I clenched my pussy tightly around him and wrapped his body in my arms and legs. He moved with precision as if his body was made for mine and rubbed that sweet spot no man had ever found before.

  Reaching down he grabbed the back of my one of my thighs. The feeling of him rubbing me and gripping my thigh was amazing. It made my entire body tingle; I tilted my head back enjoying the pleasure. I moved my hands, exploring his body, feeling every hard contour. His muscles flexed underneath my touch as he m
oved inside of me. I couldn’t seem to control myself when it came to touching him; I wanted to feel every inch. Thankfully he was no longer being gentle with me as he picked up speed and roughly crashed inside of me.

  “Come with me, beautiful.”

  I didn’t think I would be able to come for a third time, but I felt another orgasm building. I nodded my head at him and he leaned back on his heels into a kneeling position keeping me close to him. My butt was now raised off the bed and my legs wrapped tightly around him.

  I cried out loudly, instantly finding my release in a marvelous orgasm. My body trembled with electricity, pulsing through my entire system. He growled, thrusting himself inside of me, moaning in liking. He poured himself into me, gripping my skin tightly. Once he was finished, he lowered my body to the bed and laid his head in between my breasts, covering me in his hold.

  I wrapped my arms around him, thinking of how sweet it was that he was content lying there still inside of me. The men I had been with previously would’ve already been up and in the bathroom, but not Vincent. He was different in more ways than one. I stroked his wild strands of damp hair, feeling him relax beneath my touch. His breathing evened out as he traced my arm with soft fingers. I could have stayed in that moment forever. He was perfect, and I wanted him to know that.

  “You’re incredible.” I said.

  He moved his head to look into my eyes. “You’re incredible. The calmness I feel when I’m with you is like nothing I have ever felt before. I love the way your body feels in my hands and how it reacts to me. Will you shower with me?”

  I didn’t know what to say. I had never showered with a man before. I met his hazel gaze with my green eyes.

  “I’m not sure if I can stand for long, but I’ll try.”

  He ran his nose over mine and took my face in his hands.

  “Let’s take a bath. That way, you can just relax.”

  I nodded my head and he slowly eased out of me. I already didn’t like the feeling of not having him inside of me.

  I sat up and kissed him before he climbed off the bed. “I’ll run the water and meet you in the bathroom?”

  I watched his body as he sauntered off.

  “You’re staring,” he yelled over his shoulder.

  I laughed to myself and fell back against the plush pillow. How could I not stare? He was perfect. His looks were to die for, and his personality was amazing. He really was a good guy, despite my prior concerns. He had all the qualities a girl could want in a man. And then there was the sex; it was mind blowing and that could have been an understatement. I sat up and headed into the bathroom already noticing how sore I was when I walked.

  The bathroom was filled with steam and smelled of coconut. In the middle of the room was a large oval shape tub. He appeared in the doorway and made his way towards me. I felt shy standing there naked in front of him.

  “I need to use the restroom real quick.”

  He kissed my forehead. “Okay. I’ll be waiting for you.”

  “Thank you.” I kissed his cheek and walked past him into the restroom. My body confidence was so up and down around him. He called me beautiful and never gave me a reason to second-guess the way he felt about me, but a part of me wanted to grab a towel and cover myself up. I would have done just that, but I feared another spanking would follow if I did. Maybe he wouldn’t be in the bathtub yet, and I could sneak in before him.

  I opened the door and there he was in all his glory, fully submerged in the round tub that could’ve comfortably fit four people. I took a deep breath and kept looking at him. A sexy smirk spread across his face, and he waved his finger at me, gesturing that I come to him. I did as he asked, and he stood completely naked to help me in. We slid down the back of the bathtub so that I was now lying on top of him with my stomach against his.

  “Why are you shy around me with your body?”

  I stopped looking at him and laid my check against his chest. I shrugged my shoulders, but didn’t speak.

  “Your body is wickedly appealing. Every contour is perfect. Your face is beautiful. That’s what took my breath away the night I met you. Your breasts are amazing, big and voluptuous and fit perfectly in my hands, which lead into your flat stomach. And don’t even get me started on your thighs.”

  I didn’t speak for a few movements. I didn’t know how to respond to what he had just told me. No one had ever told me I was beautiful before or spoke about my body the way he had.

  My mother had been horrible to me. I endured years upon years of abuse from her verbally. I know that’s where my self-image issues came from, I just didn’t know if I was ready to share that part of my life with him.

  He tickled my back, finally saying, “You don’t have to explain anything to me. I just want you to know how beautiful I think you are on the inside and out.”

  He wasn’t pushing me, which was what I needed to feel comfortable enough to open up. I found my voice and began speaking without looking at him. “I don’t see myself the way you described me.”

  He grabbed my face and turned it to him. “Lex, you have to know that you’re stunning. You’re absolutely breathtaking. Please don’t think less of yourself than what you are. You’re perfect. I love your body the way it is, do you understand me?”

  I heard what he was saying but comprehending it was hard.

  “It’s all so sweet of you to say.”

  He kissed me tenderly. “It’s the truth. Please don’t forget that, okay?”

  I leaned up and kissed him, unable to answer him back.

  “On another note, since you haven’t corrected me yet, does this mean you are going to let me call you Lex?”

  I honestly hadn’t even noticed that he called me Lex. I felt bad for snapping at him the first day he showed up at work. He didn’t know why I was sensitive to the name. Considering all things, I guess since I hadn’t corrected him, I truly didn’t mind.

  “My grandfather gave me the nickname Lex, and he recently passed away. I didn’t mean to snap at you the other day in your office. It was just hard for me to hear someone new call me that.”

  He hugged me tightly to his chest.

  “It’s okay. I don’t have to call you that. I just like how it sounds, but I like beautiful as well. It suits you.”

  I laughed and looked into his eyes. “Well, you can’t call me ‘beautiful’ at work. Lex is fine with me if you like it”

  He pressed our lips together letting them linger and stared into my eyes.

  “Oh, I like it.”

  He pushed his pelvis into me, and I could feel his erection. I leaned up, intensifying the kiss by sliding my tongue into his mouth. He grabbed my hips with his large hands and sat us up as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

  “I want you,” he murmured against my mouth.

  I wanted him too. I needed him. This zeal I was feeling was something I wasn’t used to, but it was there, and I couldn’t fight it.

  “Are you on birth control?” he asked.

  I nodded my head in between kisses while he rubbed his large shaft against my sex.

  “I have never been with anyone without using protection.”

  We both had that in common. With him I was breaking all of the rules.

  “Neither have I.”

  That was all the confirmation he needed. Reaching between us he lifted my body and lowered it onto his cock. The feeling was exquisite as water pushed inside me along with him, stretching and filling me. Skin on skin with nothing separating us. I didn’t need to acclimate this time; he easily fit inside of me.

  “You feel so fucking amazing.”

  I smiled at him. “I have never wanted anyone the way I want you or felt the way I do while I’m with you.”

  I started to move, feeling nothing but sensation, watching the beautiful man beneath me. Vincent helped guide me up and down by holding my hips. He tipped his head back and closed his eyes. I slowed my movements as I already felt an orgasm building. I left a trail of kisses from his li
ps down to the middle of his chest.

  He leaned up and spoke. “Wrap your arms around my neck and don’t close your eyes. I want to watch you come.”

  I did so, and we really started to move. The water was splashing on the floor, but we didn’t care. In that second, I couldn’t take my eyes from his if I wanted to. I felt an orgasm spiraling out my system. He sensed what I was feeling and slammed into me. We came together, our eyes locked on one another. Breathing heavily, I rested my forehead against his and he wrapped his arms around me, leaning us back. I loved how he was never in a hurry to get out of me.

  I yawned and he kissed the top of my head. “Come on. Let’s get to bed.”

  Climbing into Vincent’s warm bed, I was wearing an entirely too large t-shirt. He got in at the same time and scooted to the middle, pulling me in his arms. My back was against his chest. He brushed my hair out of the way and traced my neck with his fingers as exhaustion set in. I reached back to touch him, and he grabbed my wrist kissing the inside of it.

  “Sleep well, beautiful.”

  Waking up the next morning, I was extremely hot, like I was overheating. I opened my eyes to the blue sky and rolling clouds. This was amazing to wake up to; Vincent was tangled around me, his head on my chest. Sleeping soundly, his breathing was even and calm. I ran my fingers through his hair, causing him to moan and roll onto his back. His arm fell above his head and his body lie stretched across the bed.

  I rolled onto my stomach and propped myself up on my elbows, resting my chin in my hands. He was perfect, that was the best way I could describe him. His hair was a disheveled mess as it hung on his forehead. His eyebrows where thick and smooth, perfectly proportioned for his face, and his long black lashes touched his cheeks when his eyes were closed. His nose was straight, not a bump or crook to it, and his lips were full. His face had morning stubble on it, looking so sexy I wanted to lick him.

  I laid there and stared at him, thankful he couldn’t see me. I was unsure as to why he was interested in me. He said all the right things, and if his feelings where really true, than I was lucky. He had not given me a reason to doubt him. I smiled on the inside, wanting to crawl onto him and kiss him with everything I had to show him how much he already meant to me. I went against my better judgment as nature called.