“I feel really lucky to have you here cooking with me. I’ve had an amazing day with you today,” I said and looked into her grey eyes.
Amelia smiled and nodded. “I feel the same way.” We raised our glasses and I took a sip, the full-bodied taste of red wine filling my mouth.
An hour later we finally sat down to enjoy the fruits of our labor. The food had turned out delicious and the wine complemented it perfectly, not to mention how great the company was. We carried on our conversation all through dinner.
Once we had finished eating, we took our glasses to the living room where Amelia sat next to me on the couch. I couldn’t help but notice her skirt revealing half of her curvy, firm thighs, and I had to force myself to not keep looking. The most amazing woman was sitting right next to me in my apartment, enjoying my company. I glanced up at her and she flashed me a shy smile. It was now or never. My eyes lowered to her plump lips and then back up to her face. I wanted to kiss her again, I needed to taste her sweet lips. It clearly seemed like she had the same idea—a faint blush rose to her cheeks and her breathing turned hotter and heavier.
Without second guessing my desire, I placed my hand on her bare thigh, giving it a light squeeze. Amelia bit her lip, her eyes appearing glazed as I noticed the goosebumps rising to her skin. I leaned in and pressed my lips on hers, tasting her and enjoying the softness of them pushed against mine. For a fleeting moment her kiss was hesitant, but then her lips parted and I felt her tongue entering my mouth, demanding for more.
I wrapped my hands around her petite waist and pulled her on my lap. Her full hips started grinding against me as her tongue danced with mine. My hands travelled around her body, squeezing her ass and grabbing her perfect, full breasts. She moaned into my mouth, edging me on. I could feel my erection growing harder as her hips rocked back and forth on it. She must have felt it pressing up against her, because her eyes dilated and she pulled away to stare at me with a mysterious look on her face.
“What is it?” I asked, gasping for air. Whenever I kissed her, I tended to forget that air was necessary for survival. In those moments I only wanted to devour her.
She bit her lip again, looking sexier than ever straddling me with her cheeks flushed and the neckline of her top pulled down, exposing half of her bra. “It’s just that..I’ve never done this before,” she muttered and glanced down, as if she was ashamed of the fact.
Wow. In a matter of a split second, a myriad of thoughts filled my head and made me second guess my actions. Was I in the wrong, getting intimate with her? She was obviously inexperienced, more so than I had thought. And I was in my mid-thirties when she had barely entered her twenties a couple of years ago.
As if Amelia could have sensed my hesitation, she glanced back up and looked at me dead in the eyes. “I want this,” she said quietly, her words igniting the flame inside me again.
I pushed the thoughts to the side and pressed my mouth on hers again, delivering a passionate kiss. I pulled away and slipped my hand in her hair.
“If you’re sure. I promise to be gentle,” I said softly and got up from the couch, lifting her up with me. Amelia wrapped her legs around my hips and I carried her into the bedroom, throwing her softly on the bed. The bed made a quiet ‘thump’ sound when her body made contact with it. I moved my body on top of hers, slowly pulling off her skirt and then her top. I had to stop for a while to revel in her beauty. Her beautiful, curvy body was only covered by her light blue bra and lace panties, causing her to blush.
I stood up and took off my shirt and then quickly slipped out of my shorts, standing in front of her in my boxers. My erection was pressing demandingly against the fabric, but it would have to wait. I would take my time with her—this was all about her and not me.
I got back on top of her, kissing her lips softly and then moved down to kiss her neck while my hands caressed her breasts. I unhooked the front clasp of her bra, and her breasts slipped out of them, revealing her light pink nipples. I pulled off the rest of the bra and then brought my hands to tenderly caress her nipples, turning them hard from my touch. She let out a quiet moan when my lips found her neck again and my erection rubbed against her lace panties.
Chapter 9
Amelia.
I couldn’t believe it. This was actually happening. The older, hot guy next door, the star of my teenage fantasies was on top of me, grinding against my body. Just the thought of it made my insides tingle and the wetness between my legs gathered from anticipation. This was the day that I was finally going to have sex—and it was long overdue. However, even better than finally getting to have sex was that I’d be having it with the guy I’d dreamt of ever since I first started noticing the opposite sex.
Lucas' lips trailed down from my neck, delivering soft, sweet kisses before stopping at my breasts to squeeze and massage them. I felt my nipples turning harder from his touch, begging for more. He slipped his tongue out and ran it over one nipple, causing shivers to run down my back. Then, his mouth closed over it entirely and he started sucking. My eyes rolled back from the sensation: it was better than I’d ever imagined, intoxicating and new. My pussy contracted involuntarily from the need and I let out a quiet moan.
“Lucas...,”
He glanced up at me, now sucking the other nipple, before moving down to my stomach, leaving more of his little kisses behind. He lowered down further and came to a halt above my panties. I could feel his hot breath through the thin, lace fabric. It made the hairs on my skin stand up, turning me wetter. It was so erotic. Only now was I able to understand the full meaning behind that word—I was finally getting to experience this part of human connection.
He slipped his fingers under the waistband and then slowly pulled them off, leaving me completely exposed. The inside air felt cool on my heated skin, a contrast that was both surprising and titillating. Lucas’ hands grabbed on my thighs, moving them apart. He massaged them softly with his thumbs before settling between them, stopping at the apex of my thighs. I suddenly noticed how heavy and hard my breathing had turned from the anticipation.
My heart rate picked up as I watched him lower his mouth over to my center. Softly, he slid his tongue between my folds, causing my hips to buck under him. My eyes rolled back and I forced myself to hold in the moan that was trying to escape my lips. He was taking me towards ecstasy—it felt better than I could’ve ever imagined.
Lucas looked up at me with a devious smile on his face. “We’re just getting started,” he said before his whole mouth closed on me. He licked my center up and down and then surrounded my sensitive clit with his lips and sucked on it. As my whole body writhed with pleasure, a whimper escaped my lips, causing me to clap my mouth with my hand in an attempt to stifle it.
Lucas glanced back up and smiled. “Just relax, Amelia. Let go.”
I instinctually bit on my lower lip and nodded at him, feeling flustered. With a deep breath, I closed my eyes and gave into the new sensations. His mouth moved back down and then his tongue entered me, followed by his finger. I gasped, but remained relaxed as he pleasured me. All of a sudden, his tongue was back on my clit and he was sucking and circling it while his finger slowly slid in and out of me. The tingling sensation was becoming overpowering, waiting to explode. When he mouthed my clit and slipped another finger inside me, the orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. I cried out as my whole body jerked, still feeling his mouth on me.
“Oh shit,” I gasped when the waves started dissipating. “That was intense.” I was out of breath and shocked to my core. It had been the strongest orgasm I’d ever had, in a completely different league than the ones I’d given myself.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Lucas smiled and pulled himself back up on the bed, licking his lips. “You taste amazing,” he murmured and slipped his hand under my head, pulling me into a passionate kiss. I could taste my desire on his lips and it turned me on even more.
Lucas got up on his knees and pulled his boxers down and I watched in awe as his thick co
ck sprang free. I felt my jaw drop: I wasn’t sure it would fit inside me. I quickly gave him a doubtful look.
He seemed to have read my mind. “It will. We’ll take it slow,” he smiled reassuringly. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, admiring the smooth, velvety feel of his skin. His cock felt warm and rock hard, just inviting me to glide my hand along it. I started moving my hand back and forth shyly, causing Lucas to grunt and his eyes roll back.
Could it really be that I was making this hot man feel so good? I glanced back down from his face to his dick and saw something glistening on the tip of it. Without hesitation, I leaned forward and slipped my tongue out, licking him softly. He tasted soft and clean, and I felt him throb under my fingers. My pussy contracted from need—I wanted to feel him inside me.
Lucas let out another grunt, which was louder than the first one.
“Lie down, Amelia,” he murmured and then reached over me and pulled out a condom from his bedside drawer. He ripped the foil apart, rolling the condom down his long shaft, before positioning himself on top of me. I exhaled loudly, preparing for what was to come. I felt turned on and nervous at the same time.
“Just relax,” he whispered in my ear, making shivers run down my back. He grabbed his cock and brought it to my folds, running his tip along my center. The anticipation made me quiver and as if he knew I was feeling nervous, he pressed his lips on mine and kissed me tenderly. Instantly, I relaxed in his hold and he guided his tip at my entrance, before slowly starting to push himself inside me, inch by inch. He felt extremely big, which caused a little bit of pain and made me grit my teeth. Lucas carefully observed my face as he inserted himself fully and then stayed still. I could feel his thick cock stretching me out, as my body tried to accommodate him. It burned slightly but it wasn’t as painful as before.
“You sure you're okay?” he asked and I could see the worry on his face.
I gave him a nod. “Yes, I'm okay. Just getting used to the sensation...I feel so full.” As I heard my own words filling the silence, I got more turned on.
His eyes flashed and I could tell I’d had the same effect on him. Lucas brought his lips down to mine and kissed me passionately, rubbing his tongue on mine. I moaned into his mouth as I felt myself getting wetter again, as if my body was urging him on.
He began moving his hips very slowly, sliding out entirely before pushing himself back in. My body was getting used to him and the pain was starting to disappear completely as he moved in and out of me. I was sure he was able to feel me getting used to his size: he started thrusting faster and circling his hips deliciously in between.
The pain had completely disappeared, taken over by a new sensation that I could feel deep in my core, different than anything before. My moans were becoming louder and louder, reaching a new height as Lucas took hold of my legs and lifted them up on his shoulders, going deeper. His hips pumped gently in and out of me before he leaned down to devour my lips with his mouth. I gazed into his baby blue eyes that flashed with desire and watched him lower his hand down to my clit, before he started rubbing it as his hips continued thrusting. My face felt hot and flustered as my back arched involuntarily—I was close, again.
Lucas quickened his pace while still rubbing my clit with his fingers, sending me over the edge. I cried out as my hips bucked against him and my pussy squeezed and clamped down on his cock. He let out a gasp and buried himself deep inside of me. I could feel his cock throbbing and pulsating from his release.
He slumped on top of me and for a few minutes we laid there completely still, with our sweaty bodies intertwined, both breathing heavily. Then, he rolled over and took off the condom, throwing it in the garbage, before pulling me to him.
“That was amazing,” I said quietly, looking up at him.
Lucas kissed my forehead and smiled. “You’re amazing.”
I fell asleep next to him, feeling satisfied and happy in his arms.
I WOKE UP IN PANIC the next morning, immediately reaching for my phone. I’d accidentally overslept—I’d been meaning to sleep at home. Please don’t let my mom be home. If she was, she’d be questioning me about my whereabouts and it wasn’t an interrogation I wanted to have.
I got dressed as fast as I could and after kissing Lucas goodbye and thanking him for the night, I ran home.
As I opened the door and stepped inside, I was immediately met with mom sitting on the living room couch. Fuck.
“Where have you been? I came back late last night and you weren’t home,” she said with a dissatisfied look on her face.
“I was at a friend’s place,” I lied as I tried to smooth down my hair. I hoped I didn’t have the worst case of bedhead—I hadn’t had time to check myself in the mirror.
She eyed me from head to toe, appearing very doubtful. “Your hair is messy,” she said in a flat tone before getting up from the couch and walking towards me. “And you have a small marking on your neck.”
Shit!
“Err, oh yeah that one. I accidentally scratched myself,” I attempted to shrug it away with a light laugh.
“I hope you’re not lying to me,” she said as she stood right in front of me. “You better not be focusing on any boys instead of finding that internship. I’m letting you stay here out of the goodness of my heart. God forbid, you got knocked up or worse.”
As the initial shock of her words faded, I saw red. “Some of us are not reckless enough to get knocked up, only to wait for some rich guy to come and save us.” I snapped and stormed into my room, slamming the door behind me.
Chapter 10
Lucas.
A few days had passed since that night with Amelia. Janis had been home every day ever since and I’d decided not to stop by. I didn’t want to raise any more suspicions, especially now that our relationship had taken a more physical turn. I wished that I could at least text her, but came to the cold realization that we hadn’t exchanged numbers yet. All that was left was to wait for an opportunity to talk with her.
However, being separated for a few days had the effect of making me realize something: I really liked this girl and I truly missed being in her presence. I longed for her company and craved the way her body responded to me, wanting me and quivering from pleasure every time I touched her. She made me feel that way too: if I could have lived the rest of my days inside of her, I would have. I chortled at the thought. Damn, I had it bad.
On Wednesday night Xavier and I left the office and headed to our usual spot for a couple of beers. I sat down in our usual booth and he went to fetch a couple of bottles for us.
“So, anything new going on with the girl?” Xavier asked with a sly smile plastered across his face as he sat down opposite of me.
I grinned. “Well, I’ve seen her a couple of times. And it’s been great so far.” I took a sip of my beer.
“That’s awesome. Tell me more? When are you planning to see her again?”
“Honestly, I’m not sure. I haven’t talked to her in a couple of days. I realized I don’t have her number,” I grimaced.
Xavier looked puzzled. “But she lives next door? Why don’t you just go knock on her door?”
I sighed and swallowed a big mouthful of the bubbly drink. “Well here’s the thing. She lives with her mother which is fine and all. But her mother kind of has a thing for me and won’t leave me alone if we’re in the same room,” I glanced at Xavier whose mouth twisted open and he let out a hearty laugh.
“You serious? That is wild,” he steadied himself. “Okay, I see your problem. So next time mother’s not home, you’re gonna go for it?”
I nodded.
“Well, make sure to actually get her number that time,” he winked as I got up from the table.
“I’ll get the second round,” I said and walked over to the bar, ordering four beers on my go. It made more sense than to keep going back and forth for more, especially since we had finished the first ones so fast.
When I sat back down at the table, Xavier was looking at me
with a devious expression on his face. “So, have you hit it?”
I should’ve known he’d be asking questions. I downed over half of the bottle, desperate for the liquid courage. Then, I lifted my gaze and reluctantly gave him a nod.
His eyes lit up as he grinned at me, patting me on the shoulder. “My man! Yes! About time wasn’t it.” He took a sip, preparing to quiz me more. “How was it?”
I finished my second beer, noting that I was definitely starting to feel the effects of it. I shouldn’t have drunk so fast to an empty stomach. I’d just make sure to eat something soon and I’d be fine.
“It was good. So good,” I answered and for a moment, got lost in the memory.
“So is it a physical thing or is there more to it?”
“It’s not just sex. At least I think so. It feels like there’s more to it.”
He nodded approvingly. “Well, whatever it is, make sure you enjoy it and have fun. I know you guys are in different stages of life with her being what..twenty-two? Enjoy the ride while it lasts. Most of us can only dream of getting to sleep with a 20-year-old.” He glanced up and closed his eyes. “Oh, those were the days.”
I raised my eyebrow. “It’s not like that though. I mean, it doesn’t feel like she’s that much younger. And what about Lily?”
Xavier chuckled. “You know I’m only joking. Lily’s the one for me, I don’t care whether she was twenty or fourty. She’s perfect for me.” He lowered his tone. “But you gotta give me some dirty details. How was she?”
“Man..I don’t think it’s right for me to talk about that,” I sighed apprehensively.
Xavier opened his mouth, faking shock. “Come on! You know you can talk to me about that, you can talk to me about anything. No judgment.” He threw his hands up as a sign of surrender.
“Okay fine, you got a point.” I took a deep breath in as my head span slightly. “The sex was amazing. Really good. Especially considering that she’s in..,” my voice trailed off. I wasn’t sure if revealing what I’d almost revealed would be crossing the line.
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