Ed's Blind Date Dilemma

by Katie O'Sullivan

  Ed’s strong arms caged her against the counter. She felt the heat of his body along her back as he leaned in to plant a kiss on the side of her neck. “I’ve been wanting to do this all night.” He nipped the same spot before licking away the sting. “I love your short hair. Such easy access to all this beautiful skin.”

  She flipped the faucet off and leaned against his hard chest. ”That feels heavenly.”

  “I think I do want dessert after all,” Ed whispered, his breath hot on her neck, sending shivers down her back.

  “What do you want?”

  “You.” He nipped at her neck, again swirling his tongue over the spot.

  She blinked hard, feeling her cheeks heat with blush. “I’ve never, uh, done that.”

  His mouth stilled against her skin before he pulled back slightly. “You’ve never done what?”

  “What you’re talking about.” She swallowed hard, torn between complete embarrassment and greedy desire.

  “I’m talking about kissing you, like we did last night. I’ve been thinking about it all day.” He paused, turning her body to face him and searching her eyes. “Did you think I meant…”

  Kill me now. Claire felt her face and neck heat to a thousand degrees and knew she must resemble a ripe tomato. “Forget I said anything,” she told him in a rush. “Just kiss me.”

  “Hang on a sec.” His hand cupped the side of her face, his fingers curling into her spiky locks. “Are you saying no one has ever gone down on you?”

  She huffed out a breath, unable to meet his eyes. “Technically, no. According to Dennis, men don’t actually like that sort of thing. He said it only happens in romance novels.”

  “Dennis was wrong.” His thumb brushed over her lower lip. “Claire, look at me.”

  Her eyes locked with his, and she saw anger there now, mixed with the desire she’d seen earlier. “Your ex was an asshole. He lied to you.”

  She almost laughed. “He lied about everything else. I’m not sure why I believed him about this too.”

  “Trust me. Men enjoy everything about a woman’s body. Real men eat pussy.” She blushed again at his blunt words. “Giving a woman as many orgasms as she can handle is the best part of sex.” His hand slid from the side of her face down her neck, pushing the blouse off her shoulder as he went, sliding it down and off her arm to reveal the thin straps of her tank top. He dipped his head to plant a wet kiss on her collarbone, making quick work of removing the other sleeve, leaving the white shirt puddled on the kitchen floor.

  She whimpered as his hands continued lower, trailing fingers down her sides to her waist before making their way back up again, brushing against breasts that seemed overly sensitive, but avoiding the nipples jutting against the thin fabric of her bra and tank top, hard and aching for his touch.

  “You’re beautiful, Claire. You deserve to have someone tell you that every day. And show you. With his touch, like this…” He trailed one finger across her breast and circled her nipple. She sucked in a breath. “With kisses, so many kisses…” His mouth now on hers, she felt his kiss throughout her entire body, a warm, tingling feeling that spread across her skin. He ended the kiss with a nip to her bottom lip, whispering again. “He should show you with his entire body…” He took her hand and placed it over the rock hard bulge in his pants where she felt it throb against her touch.

  She looked up from where her hand rubbed against him, getting caught once again in his deep blue gaze. “I want to show you how beautiful you are,” he said, his voice a rasping whisper that made her feel the truth of his words. He thought she was beautiful. Sexy. Desirable.

  Then he was turning their bodies, and hoisting her up onto the empty countertop of the island, their mouths at a more even angle now with him standing between her open legs. His hands gripped her hips so hard there might be bruises in the morning, but she didn’t care, so lost in the sensations swirling through her, the intense feelings that had her heart racing. Then her tank top was gone and finally, finally, his clever mouth found her aching nipples. She cried out with pleasure as his teeth closed on one sensitive peak. He teased her nipple relentlessly with his mouth, licking and sucking, dragging his thumb over the other so it wouldn’t feel ignored. Pleasure built inside her, and she was shocked to realize she was close to the edge already, purely from the attention being lavished on her breasts. Her fingers curled into his thick, dark hair and she tugged his head back to look into his face. She swallowed at the intensity she found in his gaze. “Should we take this to the bedroom?”

  “In a minute,” he told her, his voice graveled and full of sexual promise. “I still need my dessert.”

  “You don’t have to…”

  He speared her with a look so hot she thought she might combust on the spot. “Claire. I want to.” His fingers made quick work of the button on her jeans and he helped her shimmy out of them without leaving her place on the counter. Which left her in a lace thong and nothing else, wet and ready for him. Even though she was practically naked and he was still fully dressed, she felt powerful. In control of the situation… despite the fact that her feelings were totally out of control.

  He pulled her bottom closer to the edge of the counter and pushed her legs wider, taking in her naked body. She should have felt exposed, but instead, his hungry eyes made her feel sexy and beautiful. Slowly, he lowered to his knees until he was eye level with the scrap of black lace covering her. His hands gently slid from her ankles to her knees, before his fingers trailed along her inner thighs, electrifying the sensitive skin. His mouth followed the trail his fingers blazed, dropping kisses on the insides of both knees, moving higher and higher until his hot breath blew against the thin lace over the spot that ached for his touch. One finger pulled the lace to the side as his tongue licked into her folds, a long teasing stroke of hot tongue that made Claire arch her back and lift her hips off the counter.

  Oh. My. God. Sensations raced through her, every nerve ending in her body tied to that one little nub. Pleasure swirled through her as his relentless tongue teased and sucked, rushing through her faster than she would’ve thought possible. Her hands buried themselves in his thick hair again, holding on tight as her hips bucked against his talented mouth. His fingers joined the party, sliding inside and sending her careening over the edge and crying out his name, the orgasm hitting her harder than any in her life.

  She rode the waves of ecstasy, her hands still gripped tight in his hair, her head arched back so far she practically lay on the counter. It took a moment to return from the clouds, but when she did she found Ed standing between her legs, both arms now around her middle to keep her from falling. To keep her safe. She realized she still held his hair in a death grip and quickly let go, leaving it a crazy mess which somehow went well with the tender expression on his face. He pulled her upright and planted a gentle kiss on her lips, one that tasted like sex, and like promises of more to come.

  “You said something about taking this to the bedroom?” The edge to his voice had her eyes zeroing in on the huge bulge pressing against his zipper, his cock straining to get out and join the fun.

  And just like that, she found she was ready for more.

  He helped her slide her naked ass off the counter, and she realized her underwear hadn’t survived the sexy onslaught. She also realized she didn’t care. Taking his hand in hers, she dragged him toward the hallway. “My bedroom is upstairs.”

  Claire’s bedroom was large and airy, taking up most of the second floor of the Cape-style cottage. He noted a door leading to an attached bathroom, but the most important feature for Ed right this moment was the king-sized bed that rested against one of the walls. He wasted no time shucking his clothing as she pulled down the comforter.

  He reached for her before she could get under the covers, pulling her naked body flush with his own, reveling in the slide of flesh-on-flesh. His cock had been at full attention since before he’d started going down on her in the kitchen, and was now at the point of being pain
ful, but there was no way he wanted to rush this first time. “I want you, Claire.”

  She giggled. “I can tell. But first, I need to ask…”

  “I’m clean. We get tested annually at work, and there, uh, hasn’t been anyone since Laura.”

  “I’m clean too. I got tested after I found out about Dennis cheating. And I’m on the pill, so if you want to forgo the condom…”

  His heart skipped a beat, his erection losing a bit of its steam. The only time he’d ever gone without protection resulted in Kayleigh. After she was born, Laura insisted on using condoms every time until they wanted to think about another baby. The breast cancer took over her body before they were ready to expand their family.

  She misread his hesitation. “Was that too forward of me? Shit, I’m not good at this…”

  He silenced her with a kiss. “No, babe, you’re perfect.” He kissed her again, letting his lips and tongue try to tell her what his words weren’t able to express. His hands wandered down to cup her round bottom, reveling in the softness of her skin and the press of her breasts against his hard chest.

  “God, you’re so beautiful,” Ed groaned, pulling back to look at her. Her lips were red and swollen from his kisses, her golden eyes sultry and dark. He kissed her again, this time drawing out each lick and nip, setting a slow, steady rhythm with his tongue. He walked her backward two steps until her knees hit the mattress, then eased her down on her back, moving them both until her head rested on the pillows. He wanted to take his time, but his body was already back on the edge. He needed her in a deep, primal way. Needed to bury himself in her, to lose himself in her. To make her forget all about the asshole ex who never bothered to go down on his wife.

  He wanted to make her his own. Mine, a voice in his head growled.

  “More,” she whispered, echoing his thoughts. Her hand reached between them and wrapped around his thickness, giving it a squeeze that elicited a groan from somewhere deep within him. “I need you inside me.”

  “You’re sure?”

  “So sure.” Without releasing the grip on his cock, she cupped his cheek and brushed her thumb across his wide bottom lip. He flicked his tongue against her finger, his hands caressing her sides, her stomach, his eyes drinking in her naked torso as she squirmed beneath his teasing touch. He groaned before covering her mouth with his in a possessive, almost punishing kiss. Mine, he thought again.

  Her hand still wrapped around him, she guided him where she wanted him to be, dragging the sensitive head across the folds of her wet entrance. Ed finally nudged her hand away and slowly pushed into her, filling her inch by inch until he was fully seated in her hot, tight sheath. Perfect. They fit together, missing pieces of the same puzzle, and he realized how long it had been since he’d felt these sensations storming through his body. His eyes closed, his jaw clenched, trying not to lose it within the first few seconds. Being inside a woman felt better than he remembered. Better than in his dreams. And right there, he froze, wondering if this was real, if he should be here, if he was ready to move on. Emotion threatened to best him, his heart like a bass drum in his chest.

  Soft hands caressed his face. He opened his eyes to find Claire staring up at him with concern. Like she understood the conflicted emotions threatening to drown him. “Ed, it’s okay.”

  He huffed out a laugh. “I guess it’s been a while.”

  “We can stop.” She looked so sweet, so sincere. So perfect for him.

  The drum kept beating hard, but the tune began to change once again. He leaned down on his elbows, taking her mouth in a slow, sensual kiss, their bodies still intimately connected. His dick began to throb with need. He pulled out several inches and pushed back in even further, making her gasp. “That’s not going to happen,” he told her, his lips brushing against hers with every word. “This? You and me? This is happening.”

  The corners of her eyes crinkled, a teasing smile lighting her face. “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  “So shut up and fuck me.”

  Her playful words were just what he needed. With a smile and half a growl, he thrust harder, in and out of all that wet heat, pleased when her head tilted back, eyes closing, mouth falling open on a groan. Her legs rose, wrapping around his waist and pulling him even deeper into her body. Pebbled nipples scraped against his chest with every push, the sensation driving him insane. He leaned in to capture her mouth in another kiss, swallowing another of her groans, his tongue waging a war with hers as his movements increased in speed.

  “I’m… I’m so close,” she panted and he felt the truth of her words, her channel clenching hard around his dick. He plunged deeper and she cried out, milking him until he toppled over the edge with her, with ungraceful thrusts and grunts. He collapsed on top of her for a moment, trying to catch his breath before realizing he was probably crushing Claire. Rolling to one side while still connected, he pulled her until she sprawled on top of his chest. He held her close and buried his nose in the crook of her neck, flicking his tongue to taste the salt on her skin.

  “That was…” her breathy words trailed off, unable to finish the thought while he sucked at her neck, one hand trailing absently up and down her back.

  “Yeah, it was.” Ed gave her neck a last kiss before easing himself out of her and rolling off the bed. “Hold that thought.” He padded to the bathroom and ran some water over one of the washcloths he found piled in a basket on the counter. While the water warmed, he took a minute to get a grip on the emotions swirling through his head. Sex. This was just sex, he tried to convince himself, but he knew it was a lie.

  If all he wanted was sex, he could’ve had that with any of a dozen women over the years since Laura died. Claire was different, something he’d sensed from the first moment he’d seen her sitting on the sidewalk outside the bar. He felt like he’d found a piece of himself that’d been missing, but he wasn’t at all sure what to make of the feeling. The only thing he knew for certain was he wanted more.

  He finally turned to go back to her, startled to find Claire leaning against the door frame, naked, watching him. “Hey, I was getting this for you to clean up,” he told her.

  She stepped closer, her arms snaking around his middle and he automatically followed suit, his hands squeezing her gloriously soft bottom. Her lips quirked up in a smile. “I thought maybe a shower, so we could both wash off the sweat.” She planted a kiss on his left pec, over his heart, spearing another shot of need straight to his groin and eliciting a groan.

  “We’re not done yet.”

  “God, I hope not,” she teased, planting yet another kiss on his chest before nipping at his skin. “C’mon. Let’s see how dirty we can get while we’re getting clean.”

  He laughed. “I like the way you think.” I like you, he wanted to add but didn’t. Too soon to sound anywhere near serious. He didn’t want to mess up whatever they’d started, because he did like it. And her. He wanted to see where this all would go.

  She released him and reached into the shower stall to turn on the water. She glanced over her bare shoulder and smiled, her hair a wild, sexy mess. “Will you join me?”

  He stalked toward her as steam began to fill the room. “Abso –fucking – lutely.”

  11

  The peal of the doorbell dispelled the early morning fog clouding his brain. The warm, soft flesh pressed against his side helped remind him where he was.

  Claire’s bed.

  He’d spent the night.

  And what a night it was. Shifting slightly, he arched his back and opened his eyes, confirming what he already knew. The tousled hair and relaxed features of sleep made her even more beautiful. Oh so gently, he smoothed his hand along the contours of her naked body, from the curve of her waist, over her hip and down to cup that sweet ass. So beautiful. So sexy.

  He hadn’t expected to sleep over on their second date, but one thing led to another and…

  The doorbell sounded again. He pressed a kiss to Claire’s forehead and gave he
r a squeeze. “Claire, honey, wake up. Someone is at your front door.”

  She grumbled incoherent words and turned away from him, wriggling her bottom into his ready erection. Ed chuckled, knowing the moment she awoke because her body stilled, frozen in place. And what a sweet place for it to be.

  “Ed?”

  “Mm hmm.” He nuzzled her ear and tugged the lobe with his teeth. “Were you expecting someone else in your bed?”

  “I... I thought maybe I was dreaming.”

  Her sleep-roughened voice only served to arouse him even more, and he pressed the evidence against her. The doorbell rang a third time, and he muttered a curse. “I’m afraid we don’t have time to explore what happens next in this dream of yours. There seems to be someone at your door.”

  She groaned her complaint. “I forgot the roofer was coming this morning to give me the last estimate.”

  Ed squinted at the clock on the bedside table, one of those old fashioned looking alarm clocks with an analog face and two bells on top. “At six in the morning? What contractor in his right mind shows up this early?” Although, the sun peeking through the blinds seemed a bit bright for six a.m.”

  Claire confirmed his suspicions with a laugh. “That clock hasn’t worked since I moved in. You need to check your phone if you want to know the time.” She sat up and stretched her arms overhead, the sheet falling to her waist and revealing those tantalizing nipples he’d had so much fun exploring the night before. He leaned over to swirl his tongue around the taut tip, caressing his hand down her side to grab hold of her hip. Finally her words sunk in.

  “Wait, so what time is it?” He let go of her hip and reached for his phone, pressing the side button to turn on his screen. “Oh shit, how is it already eight? I need to be at work in half an hour.”