by King, C. M
“Thanks.” He smiled sweetly, oblivious to my anger. “Get a nice rosé. Take the money out my wallet in my jacket.”
I huffed at his words, not engaging him in any eye contact. I grabbed his wallet and charged out. I slammed the door hard without a backward glance.
Storming through the front door forty-five minutes later, I fiercely shook the droplets off my face. The warm air embraced me again reminding me of my previous relaxed state.
Joel walked through from the kitchen, wiping his hands on the tea towel. “Someone’s a little wet,” he remarked. He chuckled as his eyes took in the state of me.
“You think.” I held up my hands, exasperated by his lack of compassion. I barged by him, banging the wine down hard on the kitchen table and headed to the bathroom to grab a towel.
I ripped my coat off and hung it over the shower rail, leaving it to drip dry. I rubbed my face vigorously with the towel to inject some warmth back into it. My jeans had almost bonded to my skin. I dragged them down my legs unable to bear the sensation a moment longer.
Walking back through in just a T-shirt, I dropped down onto the rug. I was almost sitting on top of the gas fire to kick-start the circulation through my body. I ran my hands up and down my legs, rubbing life back into them as my teeth incessantly chattered with the cold.
Joel walked through with my pyjamas and frowned when he saw me curled up in a fetal position. I didn’t speak. I didn’t trust anything that came out of my mouth. I just snatched them out of his hands. His frown deepened, and for a moment, he looked like he was going to say something. Then thought better of it and silently returned to the kitchen.
Twenty minutes baking in front of the fire, I was thoroughly defrosted and back to being toasty. But my mood remained glacial. I was still pissed at being drowned in the rain for something so unimportant.
Chivalry was well and truly dead.
Joel shouted that dinner was ready. I huffed pushing myself off the floor, slowly making my way to the dinner table. My mood was diminishing my appetite by the second.
“Hungry?” he asked smiling.
“Hmmm,” was all I replied, staring down at my cutlery. I knew his eyes were locked on me, but I chose to ignore them.
He placed the steak down in front of me, which looked delicious. I felt a small pang of guilt. I knew he’d gone to the trouble of preparing this, but it wasn’t enough to snap me out of my mood.
“Tuck in,” he said smiling warmly. I didn’t reciprocate back. I picked up my cutlery and stared down at my plate, concentrating on the food as we sat eating in complete silence.
Joel stood up to go open the wine, grabbing the corkscrew from the drawer. His eyes locked on me again. “Do you want a glass?” he asked, filling up his own.
Quite frankly I’d rather drink poison.
“No, thanks.” I shook my head, spearing another potato with my fork.
“Are you sure? It tastes good. It will go nice with the steak.” His attempts at charming me just left me cold.
I glared at him and bounced up off my seat to fill a glass with water. He frowned but said nothing. I’d managed to eat the steak and Joel’s special sauce was delicious, but I was not in a complimentary mood to boost his ego. I picked at the remainder of my vegetables, using them as a distraction so I didn’t have to converse with him.
“Finished?” he asked, starting to clear away to load the dishwasher.
“Yep,” was all I could manage. I held the plate out to him and avoided his gaze.
His eyes watched me carefully, but I ignored them. “Are you ready for dessert?” He pulled out some bowls from the cupboard, retrieving the cream from the fridge.
“No, I’m good thanks.” I started chewing on my nail to distract myself. The awkward tension filling the room was enough to make me want to escape.
A frown crossed his face at my response. “But I made some brownies, and I know they are your favourite.” He looked at me wounded by my response.
It was true, I loved brownies and technically I was cutting off my nose to spite my face, but the mood I was in he could stick them where the sun didn’t shine.
Deciding I’d had enough of this evening, I stood up. “I’m going to bed,” I announced, walking towards the bedroom.
“You can’t,” he snapped after me.
I spun round in anger. “Why the hell not?” My eyes flashed in outrage. He was in no position to tell me what to do right at this very moment.
“Look, I know you’re pissed that I sent you out in the rain for the wine, but you’ll soon see why.” He moved to hug me, but I shrugged him off. I couldn’t bear him being close to me when I was this mad.
“Joel, I’m tired. I’ve had enough of your games tonight, I’m off to bed. ’Night.” I stormed off before he had the chance to speak. I needed some time by myself, hating the fact he couldn’t even allow me that luxury.
I flung open the door and gasped, stopping dead at the sight before me. Rose petals had lovingly been scattered over the bed, and in the centre he had arranged a heart. The whole room was lit with over fifty candles, giving off a gorgeous, warm, romantic glow. The vanilla aroma was so deliciously intoxicating as it filled my head. I smiled at the fact he had remembered it was my favourite scent.
He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me back into his chest. “Surprise,” he whispered in my ear.
Oh god, I was a complete and total bitch.
“So this is why you sent me to the shops, to get me out of the way?” I whispered, choked up by his romantic display of affection.
“Yeah, sorry about the rain, I wouldn’t have sent you if I’d known it would be torrential.” He softly brushed his lips against my neck. “I wanted tonight to be special.”
I turned around to face him, raising an eyebrow in surprise. “What tonight’s, the night?” I asked, searching his eyes.
His thumb gently swept over my cheek as his eyes lovingly stared into mine. “I hope so, that’s if you want to?” He frowned a little as if preparing himself for rejection.
I grabbed his face, kissing him hard on the lips. To convey all my emotion into one kiss. “Of course, I want you so bad.”
He visibly relaxed at my words and slowly walked me over to the bed. When my legs hit the side I sat down, watching in awe. He stepped back, pulling off his shirt. Just a glimpse of that gorgeous, toned, hard chest, was enough to make me lose all control. My eyes greedily took in every muscle; he was truly perfection.
He smiled gauging my approval. “Like what you see?” His eyes pierced deep into mine, waiting for a reply.
“Always,” I breathed, biting my lip. I was just about ready to combust into flames, and he hadn’t even touched me yet.
He slowly peeled off his jeans and stood in just his boxers. My eyes took in every inch of him before resting on his gorgeous thighs. Years of playing football and hitting the gym had built them up to gladiator style proportion. All I wanted to do was run my tongue over them, spending hours kissing every inch.
I could see how turned on he was, the bulge in his pants growing increasingly bigger. My mouth grew dry in anticipation at what was about to happen.
My heart was beating outside my chest as I reminded myself over and over to breathe. I slowly started unbuttoning my pyjama top, my eyes never leaving his once, building the tension. I painstakingly reached the last button and let it fall open to reveal my bra.
His eyes dropped down, taking me all in. I watched his chest heavily rising and falling. He slowly licked his lips, and the look of hunger in his eyes sent a shiver throughout my body.
At this moment in time, I would do anything for this man. He made me feel so sexy just from the way he was staring at me. I felt my impatience growing deep inside.
I needed his hands on me now.
I quickly closed the distance between us, my pyjama top glided down my arms, dropping down to the floor. My arms wrapped around his neck, and I grabbed a handful of his silky rich hair, pulli
ng him down onto my lips.
His fingers gently skimmed down my back. I gasped with the sensation when his hands grabbed both bum cheeks, lifting me up.
My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and he carried me over to the bed, gently laying me down. His fingers quickly divested me of my pyjama bottoms, leaving me exposed, lying in just my bra and knickers. My natural instinct was to instantly cover myself up, the self-conscious part of me wanting to hide. His eyes devoured every inch of my body, the look of hunger mixed with lust was enough to break me from my inhibitions.
Pushing myself up, I quickly unhooked my bra, it leisurely fell down onto my lap. His eyes left mine, resting on my small pert breasts. I flung the bra to the floor and lay back down, panting hard to drag some air through my lungs.
Joel crawled over in an exaggerated slow motion. I gasped when he lay down fully on top of me, his warm skin pressing tightly against mine. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered. His lips gently teased mine before dropping down to place tender kisses along my neck. I closed my eyes and moaned softly, enjoying his slow, sweet, feather light kisses. Each one leaving a tingling trail of sensation as he torturously made his way down to my breasts.
I bit my lip hard when he tenderly teased each nipple with his tongue. He sucked, lapped and kissed, making me groan loudly, till they became fully erect. I gasped with the torturous sensation, his touch sending me over the edge. My eyes were screwed tight in concentration, the pleasure was overwhelming. I never wanted it to end. I wanted to be locked in this state of bliss forever.
I whimpered when he left my breasts and kissed his way down, leisurely dipping his tongue deep inside my belly button.
My breathing began to grow shallow, and my skin tingled in anticipation the lower he went. He torturously ran his tongue lightly along the top of the fabric, leaving my body almost breathless. My eyes automatically sprung open in surprise the moment he stopped. I achingly willed him to continue with his sweet torture.
Pushing myself up on to my elbows, my eyes connected with his. I was instantly floored by his intense lustful stare. His eyes were filled with an intense fire, desire radiated through him as he waited for my signal to go ahead.
I gave him a smile, nodding my approval. I lay back down and closed my eyes in anticipation, waiting for him to reach the place I yearned for him the most.
His warm fingertips skimmed along my hips as his firm hands gently peeled away my underwear. I lifted my hips, gasping at the sensation as the soft, satin slowly glided down my leg.
A soft moan escaped from me when his lips brushed against the inside of my thighs. My hand dropped down to his hair, and my fingers wrapped around the silky, soft strands, guiding him to where I needed him to be. My legs automatically spread wider, allowing him more access and a smile touched my lips hearing him growl his approval.
I needed him so bad; my body was on fire crying out for a release. I flinched with pleasure and surprise as his tongue slowly teased my clit. He softly chuckled at my response, and I blushed. He pulled me closer, placing both legs over his shoulder so his tongue could work me deeper.
I flushed with embarrassment, realising exactly where his mouth was. “Joel, you don’t have to—” My words trailed off, and my eyes rolled back into my head. I arched my back as his tongue began to completely undo me.
He shifted slightly to look at me. “Are you joking? I’ve thought about doing this to you so many times. Do you know how sexy you look right now, how sweet you taste?” His lust filled stare sent me over the edge, along with his words.
My brain was solely concentrating on the pleasure his mouth was giving me, sucking and teasing my clit with his tongue. I was climbing higher and higher, my eyes rolled back as I gasped for breath.
“Joel,” I moaned, fisting his hair in my hand, my voice sounding so needy. The pleasure was too intense, my body screaming for the release it desperately needed.
“Oh I love it when you moan my name, it sounds so damn sexy.” His soft chuckle vibrated against my skin before continuing his sweet torture. He was setting every part of me on fire, like every nerve was alight, my body reacting to his touch.
I let out moan after moan and grabbed his hair tightly as my back arched, screaming out his name. The explosion inside shook every part of my body. I gasped as the air evaporated from my lungs, riding the waves of the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced.
I smiled, slowly coming down from my amazing high.
Joel kissed his way back up my body. “You enjoy that, baby?” he asked grinning. I think vocally I’d already answered his question.
A large smile crossed my lips. “Oh my god, we are doing that again soon.” I laughed, feeling good about my new brazen uninhibited self.
Joel gently stroked his nose against mine, “Iz, I don’t think you understand how much you turn me on, watching you, hearing you come so hard just blows me away. I’ve never felt that way before, I need you so bad.”
“I can tell.” I laughed and ground my hips into his crotch, hearing him let out a deep moan. “Joel, I never knew it would be this good. The things you do to my body . . .” I grabbed his hand, placing it on my heart. “See the effect you have over me. . .only you Joel . . . only you.”
We lay staring into each other’s eyes as he gently kissed my swollen lips. They were probably twice the size from biting down so hard on them. My heart rate slowly returned to normal, but I was instantly ready for more.
I knew he needed some sort of signal to carry on. “I need you, Joel, please don’t make me wait any longer.” I saw the look of longing in his eyes, he was more than ready too.
I pulled his lips back onto mine, feeling his fingers begin their slow journey south. I was already sensitive from the first orgasm, and I flinched slightly when they first skimmed over the sensitive area. But my body soon recognised his touch, adjusting to the sensation that felt so good.
His mouth never broke contact once as I groaned, bit and screamed into his, coming a lot quicker this time. He jumped up, leaving me panting on the bed and grabbed the box of condoms.
I flinched at the sound of the lube being squirted onto his hand, and my eyes immediately widened in fear.
“To help you,” he said reassuringly. “I want this to be more comfortable for you.”
Just looking at the size of it, I knew this was going to be painful. They always say size matters but looking at Joel’s erect cock, I wished he could lose a few inches. I felt my breath quicken, the panic starting to take over.
Joel watched the fear creep over my face. He crawled back on top of me and soothed me, stroking my hair back and kissed me lightly on the lips.
“We don’t have to do this tonight, we can wait a while.” His eyes were sincere and I knew he would, but I needed him right now. I couldn’t wait a moment longer.
I shook my head and wrapped my legs around him, pulling him tighter against my body. “No, I want this. I’m just nervous. I’ll be fine.”
He gazed deep into my eyes, giving me time to change my mind. Then began kissing me again, and I felt the tip of his penis at my entrance as he pushed in slightly. My fingers grabbed his hair preparing myself for the pain. I felt him slowly inch in a little more. He stopped each time, letting me adjust to the sensation.
I groaned in pain on the next one.
Wow, that really hurt.
I was just grateful he was now fully in. I let my full weight sink into the mattress with relief.
“Just a little more, baby,” he whispered, and my head snapped up in shock.
“What, I thought you were fully in?” I squeaked, the panic rising in my voice.
He pushed in the last few inches and my eyes bulged with the pain. He lay there still on top of me, waiting for me to acclimatize to him being inside me, to adjust to the odd sensation of being so full.
His breathing was slow and heavy as he held himself up on his elbows. I could see the need in his eyes, it was torture for him, but I knew he wouldn’t m
ove in case he hurt me.
I closed my eyes, trying to forget how tight and sore I felt. He needed a sign from me to begin, so I rolled my hips and he slowly started to move.
“Are you okay?” he whispered, his eyes full of concern, when he pushed himself back inside.
“Yeah I’m fine, keep going, don’t stop.” I managed to choke out.
He carried on slowly rocking in and out, and the pain slowly began to subside as pleasure took over.
I gasped at the shivers running through my body, feeling the familiar sensation sweep over me. I was slowly beginning to climb nearer towards my orgasm. I looked at Joel, who had his eyes squeezed tight, concentrating on not hurting me rather than enjoying it.
“Oh god, I’m close,” I panted. My fingers grabbed his hair in preparation for what was ahead.
“Me too, god baby, you’re so tight.” The strained look on his face was so intense, he was holding on trying desperately to give me the release I so badly need. I was probably clenching his poor cock to death.
When the orgasm hit me, I screamed out Joel’s name. He followed close behind shouting mine. Both of us were panting hard, our foreheads pressed together as he kissed me repeatedly.
“I love you, Iz.” His breath tickled my face as I tried to catch my own. The exhaustion after three intense orgasms was beginning to set in.
As I came down from my high, I began to feel sore. Joel pulled out and I winced, yelping slightly with the pain.
“Oh god, Iz, are you okay?” His eyes were locked on mine, studying my face as a look of fear crossed his own.
My hand stroked his face reassuringly. “I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m just a little sore, that’s all.”
“Did I hurt you?” he asked, his eyes suddenly filled with a look of concern.
I reached out, grabbing his hand and stroked it soothingly. “No, it always hurts the first time, throwing in a big cock like yours doesn’t help matters though.” We both laughed, trying to make light of the situation.