When six o’clock came, she flipped off the television and began readying herself without the painstaking effort she had made the night before. She was ready by seven, opting to wear a pair of jeans and a nice button-up shirt as opposed to anything fancy. Devon had reiterated through text message that they wouldn’t be going out, and that she needn’t worry about dolling herself up. She was perfectly fine with that and felt much more comfortable dressing down for this second date.
With the same punctuality as before, Devon arrived a hair before eight but this time Eva was much more welcoming and invited him into her small home. When he was done showering Burley with affection, she gave him a tour of her modest apartment and she felt neither judged nor shamed by the man who held so much power and influence. She was relieved to see that he hadn’t dressed up either and, like her, was also wearing a pair of jeans. He stood wearing a vintage Star Wars t-shirt and his sneakers looked as though they’d seen better days. When she commented on them, he confessed that they were his favorite pair and that they’d lasted him since high school. It was her first time seeing him as a regular person, and it was a sight she could easily get used to. For a moment she forgot all about his vast wealth and the estate where they’d be spending their evening.
Heading downstairs to the familiar waiting town car, he helped her inside just as she’d anticipated and climbed in next to her. This time they didn’t need the help of alcohol to feel completely at ease around each other. The man she had only known for less than one week now felt like an old friend and she found herself sitting a bit closer to him than she had the previous night. There was an almost palpable energy between them as they filled the entire thirty minute drive chatting, and when the car eventually crawled to a stop Eva realized there hadn’t been one awkward silence.
“This is it,” Devon said as he guided her out of the car and motioned towards his home. Eva’s jaw dropped at the sight of his sprawling estate. She’d never seen such beautiful architecture in person before, and she gasped while processing the sheer size of the colonial mansion with its four towering columns that looked as though they were guarding the large, solid oak double doors they stood in front of. An elegant illuminated fountain, located in the middle of the circular driveway, was situated behind them, the water spurting from its top forming a pool in the first tier and trickling its way down to the larger second tier and even larger third.
“Jesus Christ,” Eva muttered while taking in the elegance surrounding her. The entire property radiated wealth, and she suddenly felt extremely small and insignificant. Picking up on her insecurity, Devon took her hand in his and smiled tenderly while looking into her big, brown eyes.
“Welcome to how I feel every single day,” he joked, breaking the ice that had developed at the sight of his lavish dwelling. “It’s a bit overwhelming, I know. It’s been my home for almost fifteen years now and even I feel like I don’t fit in here most of the time,” he shrugged.
Hand in hand, Devon led her inside where Eva found the interior every bit as breathtaking as the exterior. The foyer was lined with marble columns, each one topped with a some exquisite sculpture of unthinkable worth. A huge, original oil painting in the same vein as the famous depiction of George Washington crossing the Delaware hung from the wall just to her right, and she stood admiring its authentic brush strokes in awe.
“You’ll see a lot of artwork like this throughout the house,” Devon commented as he stood next to her. “My grandfather was a Revolutionary War junky, apparently,” he shrugged.
“This place…” Eva stammered. “This place is beautiful.”
“You realize this is just the entrance, right?” Devon joked, inciting a playful slap to his chest from Eva.
He guided her through the enormous house and into the spacious kitchen, giving her a brief history of the estate along the way while she listened in fascination. In her wildest dreams, she’d never envisioned stepping foot in such a luxurious setting. She was out of her element for sure, but with Devon by her side she somehow didn’t feel uncomfortable. His soothing voice, coupled with their troubled past, helped calm her as he began preparing dinner.
“I hope you like chicken, but if you don’t I’ll whip us up something else,” he said as he searched the cabinets for his cookware, looking totally lost in the process.
“I’m getting the feeling you don’t cook too often,” Eva joked while watching him bumble around clumsily.
“You could say that,” he replied as he cracked an egg with a focused determination on his face, his tongue peaking out as he concentrated with all his effort. “Three more to go. I got this,” he said as he caught Eva watching him adoringly.
“This has to be one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen,” she chuckled while placing a hand over her mouth to hide her smile. “Have you ever done this before?”
“Nope!” he exclaimed proudly. “Thank god for Google,” he quipped, causing Eva’s chuckle to turn into a fit of laughter.
“You’re in such amazing shape though,” she said while admiring the strong arms stretching the sleeves of his t-shirt. “What do you eat, boy?” she asked with her voice rising an octave.
“If it weren’t for protein shakes and canned and frozen food… I think I’d starve to death,” he said humorously. “If my microwave ever broke I’d probably kill myself,” he added, evoking another burst of laughter from Eva.
“You’re ridiculous,” she grinned while watching him fumble with a whisk and attempt to beat the four eggs he‘d successfully cracked. “You know I can help you, right?” she offered, but he held up a hand to ward off her advances.
“No, no, no,” he insisted as he began draping the thinly-cut chicken breasts into a bowl of flour. “This is your night. I want you to just relax while I do all the work.”
“Yes, sir,” she replied with a mock salute. As he continued preparing the meal, he divulged even more details of his personal life.
“When my parents died,” he began, “I was pretty pissed off at the world. I was sixteen when I was placed in a foster home with a guy who taught me to channel my anger through lifting weights. I stayed in that home for a year before being shipped off to yet another home, but the one year I spent with that man really changed my life.”
“That explains those muscles,” Eva commented as she took a seat on one of the kitchen island’s bar stools. She watched his hands work their magic as the meal began to take shape. With the chicken breaded and ready to go, he placed it in the preheated oven and took a seat on the stool next to her. As it cooked, he shared more about his life before probing into hers and she was surprised to find herself letting her guard all the way down for once. She’d always been skeptical and stand-offish, yet this charming, genuine man had managed to break down the walls she’d spent years building up around her heart.
Dinner was a resounding success, and Eva could tell Devon was proud, along with relieved, that he had actually accomplished it. He’d confessed that his back-up plan had been to order a pizza, but as luck would have it his chicken parmesan was not only edible, but delicious. He’d even prepared a small plate of shrimp scampi, and it wasn’t until halfway through the meal that Eva got the joke: chicken parmesan and shrimp scampi were the two discarded foods she’d dumped all over him when they’d first met only days earlier. He was as funny as he was handsome, and she’d always been a sucker for a man who could make her laugh.
A tour of the estate followed dinner, and even though Devon claimed it was the “short tour,” it still took over one hour. The impressive library took her breath away, as did the heated Grecian swimming pool. As much as she wanted a simple life, she had to admit that soaking up the sun poolside with a good book sounded pretty fantastic. She was also smart enough to realize that, if she had daily access to this, she’d eventually become unappreciative of it. With that knowledge she pushed the thought from her mind.
The tour ended in the custom-built theater Devon had added to the home two years prior. It was dim
ly lit with a row of soft lights illuminating the small isle on the right side of the room, and the twelve reclining seats lent to the authentic cinema feel. A grand 154” projection screen was mounted to the back wall, with framed movie posters hanging on both sides of the room. In five years, Devon confessed as he let Eva choose their seats, he hadn’t invited a woman into his home. He’d be come somewhat of a recluse, he explained, and she was the first person to even step foot in the sanctuary that was his private cinema.
“I’ll be back in five minutes, don’t go anywhere,” he said as he motioned for her to remain seated. He quickly bolted from the room only to return a few minutes later with a bowl of popcorn in one hand and gripping two cans of soda in the other. He kept the regular Coke for himself, and handed her the diet. He’d clearly taken note of her drink order from the previous night, and she couldn’t contain her smile. She’d never had a man treat her so well, or seem so thoroughly enthralled by her company. A little over one day earlier she would have been fighting the defensive urge to throw an accusation his direction and flee the scene, but he’d managed to utterly demolish that instinct.
“Thank you,” she said as she cracked open her drink. “And how did you know I love popcorn?” she grinned.
“Lucky guess,” he shrugged as he slid a small remote out of the front pocket of his jeans. With the press of a button, the lights dimmed even lower and the projector mounted to the ceiling behind them clicked on. “Show time!” he announced as the movie began to roll. She laughed out loud when she realized he’d put on The Goonies, and together they recited the film’s most memorable lines while making short work of the popcorn. Halfway through the movie she flipped up the armrest that had been dividing them and scooted closer to Devon, resting her head on his muscular chest as he wrapped a strong arm around her. Even over the bass from the surround sound system, she could hear his heart beating fast and when he caught her looking up at him he returned her gaze with a smile.
“How come you didn’t kiss me goodbye the other night?” she asked, feeling a security in his arms that she’d never felt before. Reaching for the remote he’d placed on the seat next to him, he lowered the system’s volume and looked at her in thought.
“I’m a firm believer that good things come to those who wait,” he replied softly after a brief moment of deliberation. “That, and we both had a bit to drink. I don’t want to remember our first kiss like that,” he said. “You deserve better.”
“How do you want to remember it?” she asked with a nervous gulp.
Lowering his mouth to hers while dropping the remote back onto the empty seat, he lifted her chin with his strong yet gentle hand and pressed his lips against hers. The slow, deliberate kiss quickly escalated, their mouths parting and tongues dancing together passionately. She straightened herself in her seat and placed her hand against his powerful chest as they kissed, and he caressed her warm cheek with the back of his hand as their mouths remained locked.
She instigated what happened next by lowering her hand onto his leg and rubbing it slowly while they continued to kiss. When she brushed his upper thigh, she could feel his hips thrust upwards slightly and knew he was every bit as aroused as her. Her black, lace panties were already wet but grew even more so as he daringly placed a hand on her breast and began lighting rubbing her through her shirt. She moaned softly as his kisses trailed down to her neck, and when she felt a bulge in her hand she realized she’d unknowingly cupped his crotch. He was a big guy, so she wasn’t too surprised to feel his proportionately large cock pressing against his jeans. As she squeezed it, the kisses he’d been showering her neck with paused long enough for him to let out a slight groan that sounded like a mixture of pleasure and pain. His hard shaft was practically bursting through his zipper, and she imagined it had to be uncomfortable for him.
As she rubbed him through his pants, he managed with relative ease to undo the top three buttons of her shirt. He slid his hand inside, tugging the left cup of her bra down to expose a hard nipple. He pinched it gently between his fingers, sending a surge of pleasure shooting through her body, and she moaned even louder as he lightly licked the sensitive skin just behind her ear. Breathing heavily, her chest heaving in excitement, she tightened her grip on his cock and heard him groan again as his big prick fought to break free. Leaning forward, she fumbled with the button on his jeans but in her nervous excitement couldn‘t get it undone.
“Take it out,” she whispered, and felt his hand slip away from her breast.
“Are you sure?” he asked, panting in arousal and eyes full of lust.
“Yes, take it out,” she said with a slight nod, watching as he hastily yanked the button free and unzipped his pants. Tugging his jeans down slightly, his boxer-briefs along with them, she gasped as his erect cock sprang into sight.
“Jesus,” she breathed in awe as she stared at its size. Even with the low lighting she could clearly see that his dick was larger than she’d anticipated, and now that it had been freed from its denim confinement it was finally able to grow to its fullest. She guessed it to be around eight inches, but was more shocked by its thick girth. She’d only been with four other men, and Devon’s cock easily dwarfed theirs. She placed her small hand around it, gently stroking it up and down as he threw his head back and moaned in pleasure.
“Holy… f… f… fuck that feels so g… good,” he stammered as she jerked him harder and faster while watching his face react to her touch.
“You like that, baby?” she asked without thinking, only to be taken aback by her own words. She’d never been an overly sexual girl, but something about this man brought out a carnal appetite she couldn’t deny nor control.
“Mmhmm,” he uttered before turning his head to find her lips again. Their tongues swirled together as she worked his solid shaft, skillfully twisting and squeezing as she tugged away at him.
“Take this off,” he whispered while lifting the bottom of her shirt. His cock stood throbbing in anticipation as he watched her undo the remaining three buttons and pull the shirt down around her shoulders before removing it completely. She blindly tossed it into the row of seats in front of them and reached around her back to unhook her bra. He watched, his cock glistening with pre-cum, as she threw it aside and sat with her full, perky breasts exposed. Leaning in, he suckled a sensitive, dark nipple as she held onto the back of his head and felt his tongue swirling around her areola. He slid a hand between her legs and she instinctively spread them, granting him access to her most intimate area. He rubbed her wet crotch through her jeans while she purred in lust, finding his cock again and stroking it lightly.
Their pheromones mingled in a chemical waltz, Devon mouthing Eva’s breast hungrily while she jerked his thick shaft. He gently suckled her hard nipples as her breathing intensified, and when he moved to unbutton her jeans she stopped him by pushing him back into his seat. She flashed him a seductive smile before kissing his soft lips again, her hand still working his big cock as her tongue explored his mouth. Without warning she broke the kiss and moved her head down to his lap, taking him deeply and tasting his salty pre-cum as he let out a loud groan. With one hand gliding up and down his dick and the other gently cupping his balls, she sucked him eagerly while he vocalized his approval.
“That’s it, baby. Don’t stop. That feels so good,” he moaned as one strong hand caressed Eva’s back while the other gripped the outer armrest. He was so thick that it was all she could do to fit him in her mouth, and she gagged slightly when his length hit the back of her throat. Feeling how hard he was excited her, and she found herself working to please this man harder than she had with any other man before. They had undeniable sexual chemistry, and she was every bit as turned on as him. She whirled her tongue around the head of his cock as she continued gently stroking him with her small hand, and the loudness of his grunts and writhing of his hips told her he was close to climax. He knew it, too, and grabbed his cock out of her mouth.
“I don’t want to cum yet,�
� he said softly before kissing her again with unprecedented passion. “I want you,” he added as his hand found her crotch and began rubbing it once more. She let out a lustful whimper as his fingers pressed against her clit, and unable to withstand her arousal any longer she quickly unbuttoned her pants while kicking her shoes off. She slid her jeans down around her ankles, pulled them off with her feet, and sat wearing only her soaked black lace panties. Starting at her bare breasts, Devon delicately traced the back of his fingers down Eva’s body until he reached her inner thigh. Their bodies were illuminated only by the flickering of the muted movie, yet Devon could see the contrast of his white skin against her ebony complexion and smiled at the sight. Suckling one of her dark, hard nipples in his mouth again, he pulled her panties aside and slid his thick middle finger inside her wet hole. She gasped at the feeling, her hand clamping tightly to his shoulder as he moved in and out of her. He slipped his finger out of her pussy to find it dripping with her warm juices, and without deliberation placed it in his mouth to suck it clean while she watched in torrid awe.
His lips met hers again, and she could faintly taste her flavor in his mouth as he moved his hand back down to fondle her swollen clit. Her moans grew louder as his pace picked up, rubbing her harder and faster as she coated his hand with her cum. Her hormones were so roused she could no longer contain herself and needed to feel his thick cock inside of her. Sliding off her panties, she once again pushed him back into his seat to straddle him and positioned the tip of his cock just inside of her pussy. His hands locked tightly onto her round ass as he sat staring into her brown eyes, her long hair a tussled mane falling halfway down her back.
“Wait…” Devon panted as Eva readied herself to take him in her waiting hole. “I don’t have a condom,” he blurted. Arousal clouding her judgment, Eva ignored his words and slowly lowered herself onto his thick shaft, wincing as her tight hole stretched to accommodate his girth.
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