They sat in silence for a while longer, fingers interlaced and playing with each other. No words were needed and she felt the kind of ease that was unnatural on a first blind date. She felt like they had known each other all their lives and this was a regular hang out for them. Amazing, she couldn’t wait to tell Laura about it.
It was a few minutes later before the annoying paparazzi got bored or ran out of film roll and left, when they did she was a tad bit sorry the night was about to end.
“I should probably let you go now,” he said and it was a statement laced with regret.
“Dinner tomorrow?” she asked unable to stop herself.
“Sure, I will cook at my place.” It was an offer she would not refuse and when he kissed her on the cheek and hopped out of her car moment later, she felt a could sweep in at his absence. She ignored it as he made her promise to tell him when she had gotten home. She couldn’t wait to tell Laura how it had gone, and less than an hour later when Laura picked up her call on the first ring, she burst open with joy.
“He is awesome!” she said.
“Told you that you would like him,” came Laura’s pleased reply.
She filled her in o the happenings of the night and bemoaned the lost chance of a first kiss.
“Stupid annoying tabloids,” Laura snapped, “but you will be having dinner tomorrow at his place so there is opportunity for much.”
Ashley released a contented smile. “And you know what Laura? I am okay just being where he is. He has that kind of calm soothing presence.”
“Did I just hear you right?!’ Laura asked and Ashley could just envision her getting up from her bed a she asked the question.
“Yup! You heard me perfectly,” she admitted unapologetically. “I am certainly intrigued and soothed by his presence in equal measure.”
Laura laughed. “I guess we can spend your cat savings on a new wardrobe.”
They laughed at the realization of what that meant. For the first time Ashley had had a spectacular blind date and she now looked forward to getting to know Ryan even more.
Chapter 4
It was two days later before she finally saw Ryan again, but there had been plenty of phone calls in between, she absolutely positively loved the conversations they had. On day number three he invited her to play some tennis at his country club, a thing that caused a big stir in Ashley’s world.
“I told you he was different,” Laura said.
“A difference doesn’t mean he is the one,” she countered.
Laura sighed at her hopelessness. “Yes, I agree. But it does mean he brings something else to the table, just be open.”
She agreed to be and as luck would have had it that afternoon work kept her late. She didn’t get to the club until two hours after they had agreed to meet and by then he had worked out and was hanging with friends.
“Sorry,” she said jogging up the stairs to where he stood waiting on her.
He smiled and kissed her on the cheek. “It’s okay; work sometimes get in the way of many things. I am just glad you are here to save me from these pompous asses,” he whispered in her ear.
She couldn’t hold back the laugh even as he quickly introduced her and then excused them from the circle.
“Isn’t it a tad hypocritical that you join a country club known for harboring pompous asses and then expect them to behave otherwise?”
He rolled his eyes at her. “Not when joining was your publicist’s idea. I would very much rather be playing some basketball with the guys on the community court. But if I am paying for this might as well.”
She agreed and as they got to her car she wondered what they would do for the night, she did very much want to hang with him. “So what do we do now?”
“Are you hungry?” he asked.
She really wasn’t. “No not really.”
“Okay how about drinks at my place, and that is by no means me trying to get you to take your underwear off for me.”
She raised an eyebrow at him. “And that would be a bad thing?”
He could see the surprise on his face as he opened her door for her without words. “No it wouldn’t be,” he said.
Yes, some other women might call her a skank, but she was not one of those women who held out, just because she was afraid that once she put out the guy would lose interest. She drove behind him as he made his way home; a rustic apartment nestled on the hillside overlooking the city. It was an excellent spot with a plateau for that he shaped into a vast green back yard.
She walked to the staircase that took her down to the pool with him in tow and took a deep breath in, inhaling the freshness for the first time in two days. Lightly jogging down the stairs barefooted she sank her toes into the damn green grass; nature had always been something that gave her comfort.
“You would think you had been incarcerated for years,” Ryan said stepping up to her.
She laughed at that. “Sometimes it feels like it,” she said turning to where he was still shrouded in the darkness he wore like a second skin. She looked at him and was enchanted by his presence. He was charismatic without trying to be and a gentleman with ease. He made her believe in chivalry again…or that could just be her wishing that were the case.
“A penny for your thoughts,” he said falling in step beside her as she walked and she realized his chest was bare.
“Trying to seduce me?” she asked him feeling a bit sexually frustrated.
He chuckled but didn’t answer her. She decided that if he were going to invade her peace of mind she would not give him her visual attention. She walked across the lawn heading in no direct in particular.
“A penny for your thoughts,” he repeated, and she turned to see his gaze locked on her face.
“My thoughts are way more expensive than that,” she demolished his attempt to be sweet. Mostly because she could feel herself slipping into a comfort zone with him that could not bring anything good. She like him a lot, but being in this space made her hesitant as to whether she really wanted to go down this road. A man she had chemistry with was far less dangerous than a man she allowed into her mind.
“Cut me some slacks here,” he said touching her shoulder. “You and I are not so different,” he said then. His words came out hustled. She could see he was fighting the same feeling that shot through her every time he touched her. The clouds moved away from the moon for the next couple seconds and she looked at the silent plea in his eyes to be understood.
“What do you mean?” she asked him as she hopped up on to the elevated rectangular cemented area that suspiciously stood in the middle of the lawn. She had been walking towards it thinking it might have been something interesting.
He stood before her staring off into the distant darkness as if he had been transported to another time and place. “I get the feeling you don’t want to let me in fear of being hurt. I can’t promise you that I won’t hurt you, but I can promise you that to me you aren’t just a quick lay. You have invaded my mind and I like having you there.” He stopped and she waited patiently until he felt like he wanted to move on. He turned his face up to the night’s sky and the moonlight reflected his elegance.
“I really like having you there,” he smiled and nudged her playfully before walking off again.
“You have no choice. I am rather likeable,” she responded him, trying to offset the palpitating of her heart.
“That you most certainly are,” he agreed with a chuckle.
He stepped between her legs just then and ran a finger across her cheek. It was just then with his face inches away from hers that she realized how young he actually looked. His smooth face clouded with desire and as he sent fluttery emotions to her stomach and her toes that curled with his touch, he leaned in and kissed her.
At first his lips were just a whisper against hers, passing a secret she was not sure she wanted to know, and then she opened up to allow him to breathe it into her mouth. Her hands lifted to run the length of his and she exercised all th
e mental strength she could muster to keep her hands from running across his torso that had been bare and tempting her for days.
She broke the kiss then and looked at him. “What was that?” she asked his lips that glistened with the evidence of hers having been there. “That was long overdue,” he said and leaned in for a quick smooch again.
She smiled as he backed away and then hopped up to sit beside her. They sat in silence staring off into the night lost in thoughts consumed by each other.
“I am trying hard to be a decent man right now, but I am failing,” he whispered kissing her on her bare shoulder and then up to her neck. She couldn’t answer that herself but she knew she enjoyed this softer side to him. Rubbing her cheek on his face she turned her head and their lips met again. His kiss was soft, sweet and unrushed. His hand came up to cup her face and she turned to face him he pulled her into him.
Her tongue snaked out to meet his and the brisk breeze of the evening was forgotten in the heat of a desire older than time that consumed them. His fingers trail up her bare arm and to her neck, moving the unruly wisps of hair that escaped her ponytail. He bit on her bottom lip and she splayed her fingers across his torso, trailing them around to his back.
He hopped off his perch and stepped between her legs pulling her into him.
“Mmm,” she’ chuckled against his lips. “Is this how you pick up your women?”
“You mean invitations for a night-cap, foreplay then sweet love making in the rain?” he asked and she smiled against his lips- all past ill forgotten as she found she could not resist him. She hadn’t noticed until then that the rain had started drizzling. His heat pulled her in and she fought hard to escape it, but admittedly not hard enough. When his fingers found the hem of her shirt she did not protest and his fingers, cold from the breeze that blew around them, was a refreshing and a welcomed treat to the heat that threatened to consume her. She was nothing but putty in his hand and she enjoyed the feel of him touching and molding her.
“I want you,” he whispered against her neck again, while his fingers trailed down her back to grip her ass. She moaned and pulled his tongue into her mouth stopping any other words that would seek to escape his lips. Breaking the kiss as he grinded his hip into hers, she mimicked his actions.
She kissed the steel of his jaw-line that had clenched in anger mere hours before, and then she moved back to his lips, playfully teasing them. And as he tried to pull her into another kiss, she moved away and nibbled at the sensitive skin on his neck.
“You are such a tease,” he said and lifted her from her perch slowly lowering her to the prickly grass that tickle her skin and heightened the sensation of his fingers that had found her bare stomach. “I find you strangely likable,” he whispered lowering his head to kiss at her exposed navel. He moved up and over her resting his weight in his fore arms as he blue eyes gazed down at her as if asking his permission to continue with his ministrations. She welcomed him and wrapped her arms around his head pulling him into her for a kiss. His hand trailed the inside of her thigh beneath and she could feel his erection growing.
He kissed the smile of her face as she slipped her hands beneath the waste ban of his pants to grip his ass and pull him into her. His cock twitched and he rocked back and forth against her pussy, fucking her through the fabric.
The sensation was a mixture of torture and bliss.
“I have never fucked in the rain before,” she said when he broke the kiss to roll her shirt over her head she let him and as his tongue circled her nipple where they lay beneath the thin fabric of the lounge bra she had found, she arched her back begging him to draw them into his mouth. He obliged and she could feel her slit getting wet with the juices he stimulated.
“There is a first time to everything,” he answered. As he did this, he placed his hands on the insides of my knees and started to slowly slide them up inner sides of my thighs. When he reached the top, he started to knead the soft flesh of my inner thighs between his fingers and thumbs.
“Ahhh,” she whispered as her nails raked across his back.
"You want me to stop." His voice a soft whisper as he looked down at her and smiled like the Cheshire cat.
She couldn’t answer him, the pleasure was too much and he took her silence as consent. His fingers unbuckled the waistband of her jeans as she reached a hand down and massaged his cock through his pants. He bent his forehead against hers and moaned in pleasure.
“Keep that up and you might finish me before we even get started,” he said. She doubted it, but when she lowered his zipper and took him into her palms she could feel the pre-cum oozing from the top of his dick. She smiled wickedly as he helped her to undo his pants and roll them over his hips. He stood to take them off and she admired the strength of his strong legs. Perfectly framed and bulging in all the right places. He knelt on the grass in front of her and helped her out of her cumbersome pants, and she could hardly wait to have his weight covering her again.
“Gorgeous,” he whispered as he gazed down at her spread and almost naked on the lawn. Her pale skin giving life to the dead of night around them. When he did give her what her body was screaming for, he lowered himself in painstaking slowness over her and she bent a leg to wrap around him as he settled into her. Kissing first her lips, then her neck before.
His smile grew as his right hand started to make a directional change and made its way to her sex. He slowly traced trace his fingers along the fatty folds of her pussy lips as took one nipple in his mouth and gently pinched the other. She followed his hands where they play in the heat of her and as she thrust up against his palm he bit down on her nipple hard as he slipped a finger inside her. She threw her head back and moaned with the bliss of the right amount of pain and pleasure he exacted.
"Shh." He chuckled enjoying the fact that he had her over the edge. When she quieted, he kissed her with a calculating look across his face. She imagined concentrating on his target. The look that kept him focused on only one thing was the thoughts flowing through his head as he gazed down at her with a promise of more to come. It was a look that showed no hesitation or the slightest hint of a question, it was pure cold determination.
She couldn't argue with that look nor with him and the ministration of his finger gently rubbing her clit as she looked down at him, began to take their toll. She could feel the beginnings of an orgasm creeping up and in spite of herself she couldn’t stop it.
Then with an equally evil smile he left her on the crux of pleasure. If women could get blue vaginas as men could get blue balls she would have been sporting one.
“You fucking bastard,” she croaked out at him as her hand replaced his and her legs clamped together. He chuckled as he nibbled her ears and the sounds of the night, once lost to her, came flooding back in. But he wasn’t done yet.
"Ryan." It was something between a whisper and a moan as his name left her lips, and he heard the need in her voice. She knew that he realized that it was that very second that he owned her. She saw the twinkle in the darkness of his eyes. It was a hint of self-satisfaction that he had won the battle, but still was intensely planning the war. She didn’t know this man but she knew the look he gave her. And when he moved between her legs he gave her what she was begging for.
She rolled him onto his back and straddled him. Releasing his erect cock, she allowed it to rest on his stomach and pressed the folds of her pussy into him. When she began to slowly move back and forth, he gripped her ass and hissed in pleasure raising his hips to move himself between her. She could feel the pleasure building and she fucked his cock with allowing him entering and as his movements quicken he lifted his head and took her breast between his lips. Her nipple screamed for him as she neared her climaxed, just before she felt over the edge she lifted his cock and buried him to the hilt in one swift move. Her clenching pussy muscles were too much for him to handle and he came inside pressing her ass into him and bringing her head down for a kiss.
It was a strong passionate
kiss that turned gently as the waves of the climax passed and she collapsed on top of him.
“At least I know if I die from the cold I will catch, it would have been worth it,” she whispered against his chest, and the deep chuckle was a melodious sound to her ear. His chest vibrated as he spoke and she did not hear a single word he said. She fell into a light sleep as his fingers trailed up and down her spine in the aftermath.
She wasn’t so sure how long they stayed like that, but when she woke she found her had thrown her close across her body and was carrying her butt naked back to the house. She turned in his arms and snuggled in.
She snuggled into the covers on her bed and went to sleep with him spooning her from behind. It had been a hard couple months on the road, and she was grateful for the sift bed and arguable psychotic company she had. Like he said, most things were a matter of perspective and she chose to look at it from the positive and warming light that it was.
Chapter 5
When she woke the following morning the smell of breakfast being made woke her, and the first thought she had looking at the clock was that she was happy she always walked around with an extra suit of work clothes in her car. At least she wouldn’t be forced to do the walk of shame, but sadly sitting and having breakfast with him while the happy birds chirped I sync with her emotions was just not going to happen. She needed to be at work in less than an hour and he lived a little ways out.
“Can you get my suit out of the back of my car for me,” she hollered down the stairs. “And good morning!”
She barely heard his response as she rushed into the bathroom and out. She found her suit carefully laid out and him sitting on the edge of the bed nursing a plate of breakfast.
“Am I dreaming?” she asked him kissing his lips and then taking a bit of the toast he held up for her. He danced around her trying to feed her as she got dressed and by the time she was done and ready, she had eaten almost all the food from the plate with his help.
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