by Mia Ford
Outside, she stood staring up at the five thousand square-foot beach house. Her eyes scanned the white shutters, perfectly manicured grass, and flowers planted along the walkway. I didn’t keep up with yard work since my thumb was more orange than green, but I had some of the best landscapers in Palm Beach to make sure it was neat, tidy, and beautiful from all angles. As we stepped inside, I started to feel slightly awkward. I lived in the lap of luxury with maids and housekeepers keeping every inch of my place clean and sparkling at all times. The floors were redone every few years, the furniture was updated to match the current trends, and the electronics were the best that money could buy. I spent my wealth freely and without restraint, but thinking about Josie’s meager home with run down furniture and old flooring, I couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable showing off my place. I wasn’t purposefully showing off or trying to rub her nose in my wallet. I was pretty sure she already knew that, but it didn’t make me feel much better.
I thought about the velvet picture of Elvis, the overgrown lawn, and the old, stained tile floors in her home. My house was mostly white with exuberant colors blasting from the paintings on the walls. I was pretty sure there wasn’t even a hint of velvet anywhere in my home. At the same time, though, that house was her father’s, and with his issues, I could see Josie holding on to anything that he hadn’t already pawned or sold to feed his gambling addiction. I couldn’t imagine how it would feel to have your own father be so helpless to his vices that he would diminish the comfort and security of his own home at his child’s expense.
As we walked through the living room, Josie stopped and stared up at the eight-foot-tall canvas hanging on the wall. She gasped at the colors vibrating from the space, and I smiled, realizing that she liked art, something I didn’t know about her. I smiled and took her hand, pointing out the stainless steel open kitchen, which she gawked at. I showed her the living room, where she plopped down on the white sofa and ran her fingers over the fabric. Then I took her to my favorite part of the house, the deck. As we walked outside, I heard her “ooh” and “aww” for the fifth time since coming into the house. The sound of the waves crashing in my beach backyard was soothing, and she stared at the infinity pool that reflected the sky. I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, proud that she loved my house the way she did.
“Everything is so perfect,” she said, laughing.
“Yeah, well, that’s not my doing,” I said, sighing. “I have a housekeeper and a maid that keep everything perfect for me. I was actually kind of a messy kid growing up.”
“Really?” She looked surprised.
“Yeah, I blame it on the fact that mother always picked up behind us,” I said. “I never thought about it until I went to college, and my dorm looked like a nuclear explosion. I forgot no one would come behind me and clean up.”
“Yeah, I’m kind of a neat freak,” she said, smiling. “So, I got you.”
“I’ll be right back,” I said, remembering the bottle of wine in the fridge.
I left Josie standing on my deck, looking out over the ocean. I loved to watch her. She was so fascinating, and I was constantly wondering what was going on inside of her brain. I pulled the expensive bottle of chardonnay from the wine cooler and plucked two glasses from the cabinet. As I walked outside, she shook her head and turned around, smiling.
“It’s so beautiful,” she said. “I can’t believe you get to live here.”
“I take it for granted sometimes,” I said, popping the cork out of the bottle and pouring two glasses. “I won’t lie. I am a very lucky man to have a life like this.”
I handed her the glass of wine and clinked her glass, sitting down in the chair for a second as she walked to the edge of the pool. She sipped her wine and stood staring out at the sunset, the colors so beautiful behind us. The sun was already below the horizon, and the stars were shining brightly overhead. It was my favorite time of day, when you could experience the beauty of dusk in one direction and the twinkling stars in the other. Adding to it, Josie looked absolutely gorgeous in front of the colors and the lighting from the pool.
I stood up, putting my glass down and walking over to her. I put my arm around her waist and looked out at the ocean, feeling her tremble slightly at my touch. She turned her face toward mine, and I looked deeply into her eyes, reaching my hand up and caressing her cheek. She leaned her head into my hand, and I smiled, moving down toward her and pressing my mouth against hers. Her lips tasted like the sweet wine she had been sipping, but there nothing compared to how sweet Josie really was. She was more than anything I ever felt like I deserved. She was kind, sweet, and so fucking sexy. Her heartbeat was picking up. I could feel it as my hand moved down to her neck, and I couldn’t imagine a more perfect scenario.
I wasn’t into romance very much, especially since the women I’d gone after before Josie really didn’t need romance to pull them into my life. But right there on that porch, I felt like the scene couldn’t get much more romantic. With the disappearing light on the horizon, the crashing of the waves, the soft lights from the pool, and the extremely sweet wine, I wanted to freeze time right there. I didn’t want to move from that spot, and though my mind was pulling me toward her, my body had other ideas. Her skin was so soft, and she breathed lightly as our lips moved seductively over each other’s.
I reached down and took the glass from her hands, setting it down on the edge of the deck. I turned toward her, putting both hands on each side of her face and pulled her into my kiss. I pressed hard against her face, pushing my emotions into high gear. She groaned softly as I enticed her lips open with my tongue and tasted every corner of her mouth. She reached her arms up around my neck and pressed her tits against my chest. I could feel her chest heaving up and down, her breath increasing and the kiss becoming something more, something primal. I ran my hands down her back and cupped her ass, picking her up into my arms and wrapping her legs around me. I didn’t want to move my lips from hers for even a second, so I walked carefully back into the house and across the living room. As I turned to go down the hall, she grasped onto my neck, sending waves of passion through my body. I turned my head and dug into her kiss, harder and deeper.
As we entered my room, I walked toward the bed, releasing my lips from hers and carefully laying her across the plush white comforter. She looked up at me with heaving breasts, her eyes darkened, and her hair now pulled free from the ponytail and spread across the bed above her. I climbed toward her and tossed her sandals on the floor. Slowly, I reached up and unbuttoned her jeans, pulling the zipper down. Her pale white skin glistened over the top of her blue satin panties. I pulled her jeans down and took them off, one leg at a time. She sat up slightly as I inched her top up and over her head, tossing it to the side and kissing her lips as I unclasped her bra. Her large perky breasts bounced out, her nipples hard as rocks.
I moved my face down her neck, trailing my lips over her skin as I rubbed my hands up her stomach. She breathed heavily as my mouth moved over her tits, sucking her nipple into my mouth. I could feel her hand glide through my hair as I nibbled and sucked at her heaving breasts. While my mouth did the work on one, my hand massaged the other, and I held back my desire to completely ravage her perfect body. She deserved to be cherished, to be held, and to be shown just how much I wanted her. I wanted to worship every inch of her, to the point that neither of us could stand it any longer. She leaned her head back and moaned as my body pressed against hers, her legs already spread apart and waiting for me to come to her.
I moved from her breasts and kissed down her stomach, shifting my head from side to side until I reached the edge of her panties. I pulled them down slightly and licked her skin, feeling her body clench in anticipation. I lifted up, pulled her panties from her body, and looked down at her bulging pussy. I scooted down on the bed and took off my shirt and shorts, throwing them to the floor and laying on my stomach. I could tell she wanted my mouth on her, but I wanted her to want me so badly, she couldn’t s
tand it. I pushed her legs up and leaned into her upper thighs, kissing her skin and grazing it with my tongue. She arched her back and lifted her hips, inviting me in, but I wasn’t going to fall for it. I ran my tongue down each of her thighs, watching her body writhe and wiggle beneath me. She reached down and grazed her own body with her hands, touching right above the folds of her wet mound.
I pulled my body forward, dragging my rock-hard cock beneath over her pussy, feeling her hips widen and her legs open up around my waist. She groaned as I pushed down, feeling my shaft rubbing against her wetness. My mouth met hers, and she reached up, pulling my head down and kissing me with passion. She ran her lips across my face and sucked on my earlobe, sending chills down my spine. She was so damn sexy, I could barely contain myself. As she let go of my ear, she leaned up and puckered her lips, whispering softly, but deeply.
“Put your mouth on me,” she said.
10
Josie
He was almost torturing me, but at the same time, he worshiped my body in a way that no man had ever done before. He made me feel like my body was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and he had spent the last, I don’t know how long, kissing and licking every inch of it. Every inch except for one, that was. At first, I was nervous, knowing that the last time, I had zero inhibitions from the copious amounts of alcohol I had consumed. However, as soon as he took my clothes off and touched every part of me, he quickly put those fears to rest. It was shaping up to be ten times as good as the first time, and when were together that first night, I thought it couldn’t get any better.
I leaned back on the bed, and he moved his head back down toward my wetness. He pulled my thighs apart and pushed my legs upward, hooking them over his shoulders. I gripped onto the comforter as he pushed his warm, wet tongue through my folds and licked me from top to bottom. I moaned loudly, feeling free to express myself as he circled back and flicked his tongue against my clit. My body shook slightly from the electric shock that pulsated through my body. I felt his hands move up and pull my pussy apart, his mouth covering my nub and his tongue moving over it in waves. My back arched at the feeling, and I lifted my hips from the ground, feeling him move with every twitch of my body. His mouth felt so amazing against me, and I could already feel my orgasm beginning to simmer. I had never been with someone who could get me off so fast and make me come so damn hard.
As his mouth moved over my clit, his fingers trailed through my juices, and I groaned as he slid two fingers in and out of me, his thumb grazing my ass. I ground my hips against his face, feeling a growing impulse to let loose and go crazy. I wanted to feel him slam into me, his cock twitching inside of me, but the feeling of his mouth was so amazing, I didn’t think I could let it go until I covered him with my juices. He turned his fingers over inside of me and flicked the tips of them, sending waves of pleasure through my pussy. I screamed out as he began to move faster and harder, his mouth matching the speed of his hands.
I reached up over my head and grabbed the pillow, wanting so badly to explode. I could barely handle the pressure against my body, and the feeling of his big, swollen fingers fucking me hard. He pushed his head up slightly and started to flick his tongue over my clit. I reached down and grabbed his head, intertwining my fingers through his hair as I ground my pussy against his face. I could feel his lips curling up into a smile as my body began to tense and the heat in my stomach exploded.
My body arched, and my heels dug into the bed, scooting me backward as I began to come. He reached up and grabbed my hips, pulling me back toward his face as my body shook beneath his mouth. He ran his tongue through my whole pussy, sopping up the juices and pushing my orgasm harder and harder. My head flew back, and my tits bounced up and down as the waves of pleasure pulsated through me. Before I was completely done, he jumped up and ripped off his boxers, scooting forward and grabbing his shaft. I opened wide, letting him know how badly I wanted to feel his cock inside of me, and he took no time pushing deep and hard inside of me, filling me fully and lingering there for a moment as I moved my hips in a wave motion, up and down his abdomen.
He wiped his face and looked down at me, his hands barely touching my body as I pleasured myself against him. Normally, I would need time to rebuild my stamina, not even coming close to another orgasm for quite a while, but as his cock twitched inside of me and my body danced around it, I could feel that I was going to have a really hard time holding back on the second one.
I screamed out in ecstasy and gritted my teeth, pushing toward him, wanting more, even though his shaft was fully submerged in my wetness. He grinned down at me before grabbing me by the waist and lifting me upward until I was almost resting on my shoulders. I grabbed onto the headboard as he took a deep breath and began pounding into me as hard as he could. With each move inward, his body overwhelmed mine, forcing me to hold my breath to hold back from coming all over again.
The comforter was twisted like our bodies, and I let out my breath, a deep loud moan escaping as he dug his fingers into my side and rubbed my clit with his other hand. He scooted his knees back and lowered me down a bit as he spread my legs wider apart and slowed just enough to make sure that every inch of him was inside of me. I could feel every single fold and wrinkle in his shaft, and I pushed my body into his as he thrust forward. Faster and faster, our bodies began to collide again, but this time, I could see all restraint fade from his eyes. I took in a deep breath as waves of ecstasy exploded from my body, sending me spiraling into the orgasm I had held back. He groaned and gritted his teeth, slowing enough to feel my pussy pulsating around his cock. I moaned with every wave, reaching down and grabbing his hips as he pushed deep into me. As my body began to release warm juices around his cock, he groaned loud and fell forward, digging into me as deeply as he possibly could, releasing his own pleasure. His muscles shook, and his head hung low as he slowly let out the air in his lungs. I could feel his raging cock pulse like a heartbeat inside of me, and I knew that he had finally reached his climax.
When his body relaxed, he fell to the side, breathing heavily, but he immediately pulled me into him. He kissed my lips, and we laid there, quietly recovering from that amazingly hot sex. As my heart began to slow down, I looked up at the alarm clock across the room and groaned, knowing I was going to have to leave. I really didn’t want to. I wanted to stay and fall asleep wrapped in his warm body. I wanted to wake up in his arms, feeling his manly grasp on me, and even reach down and wake him up with hot, sensual morning sex. I had just finished having two amazing orgasms, and I was already looking to fuck him again. I almost laughed but thought it might be taken in the wrong way.
“I don’t want to, but I have to go home tonight,” I said, sighing. “I have school in the morning.”
He groaned, pulling me even closer and nuzzling his head into the nape of my neck. I didn’t have the willpower to move, so we laid there for a little bit longer until he finally let out a sigh and pulled himself upright. He looked down at me and smiled, his eyes dark but this time, not with lust. I could see his emotions swirling around in the starry coloring of his blue eyes. He kissed me and then got out of bed, pulling on his clothes and picking mine up, neatly laying them on the end of the bed. I groaned, got up, got dressed, and laid my face on his chest in the darkness of the room. He kissed the top of my head and led me out of the house and back to the car. We hopped in, holding hands, and drove off toward my house.
The mood in the car was really somber, and I couldn’t help but worry that things were going to change. I was worried that I took the risk of pulling him back into bed, and in the end, that risk would be the end of something that was already so incredible. But I didn’t know what else to do at that point. I felt so close to him, and I wanted to be even closer. It wasn’t like he didn’t enjoy it as well, but the quiet of the car made me nervous, no matter how hard he grabbed onto my hand. When we pulled up to the house, he opened my door and walked me up to the front door. Immediately, as he leaned in, all of my fears q
uickly evaporated. His lips pressed into mine, and his arms wrapped around my body. It was one of the most passionate kisses I had ever experienced. I could barely keep my feet on the ground, and I felt like we were both hovering in the passion of the moment. He pulled back and looked deeply into my eyes, calming any nerves I might have.
“I really don’t want to let you go,” he whispered.
I smiled at him and let him pull me into a hug. I rested my head against his shoulder, thinking about how amazing everything in my life was starting to become. I had everything I ever wanted, except for a healthy father, which was something I was more motivated than ever to get started on again.
“I’ll text you,” he said, kissing my forehead and turning to walk away.
I shook my head and leaned against the door, watching him as he walked through the overgrown yard to his completely out of place car. I smiled as he looked up and flashed one of his charming smiles, waving at me before climbing inside. I wanted to run after him and go back to his place, but I knew I had to keep my head on my shoulders and keep my job.
I went straight to my room and closed the door, butterflies flying through my chest as I changed into my pajamas and set my alarm. Once I was in bed and had the covers pulled up, I listened to the sound of the waves across the street. Instead of me drifting right off to the sound, I sat there replaying every single moment of the last two hours. His skin, the smell of his body, the sound of the groans coming from his chest, the look of lust in his eyes, and everything else that happened. I grabbed onto my pillow, feeling like I was no longer anchored to the earth. That had been the most erotic experience of my life, and Blaine was one of the sexiest men I had ever been with.
I felt like a schoolgirl after her first kiss, thinking about the way his body tasted against my tongue and feeling the flitter of electricity in my chest. I had been worried for no reason, but he quickly had taken care of that with the passionate kiss on the front porch. Everything seemed like one of those girlie, romantic movies I used to gorge myself on. But now, with Blaine in my life, I was living my own romantic movie. Only mine wasn’t really a comedy. Hopefully, our love affair turned out like one of the good ones, with us sailing off into the sunset, wrapped in each other’s arms. I knew at that moment, I wasn’t going to let Blaine get away from me for anything.