on me as well—liking, no loving, how this man listens to me as if he is truly interested in what I have to say, in my opinions and interests.
How many dates have I been on where all the guy talks or cares about is himself? I can’t count the number of times I have heard how accomplished my
date plans on being in ten years; world domination is a common theme. Or how
amazing he is at anything I mention doing or enjoying. If I say I have skied a black diamond, then he has skied a triple. It is nothing like that with this man.
Maybe it’s because he’s older, more mature and self-confident than the college-age guys I have been stuck dating these past few years. Whatever it may be, it is one of the most attractive things about this man.
“It’s time for dessert,” he says, letting go of my foot.
Opening my eyes, I see him grinning at me as he stands up in the tub, water
sloshing down all around him. I cannot help but focus on the large muscular thighs in front of me and the hard thick cock jutting out toward me. For some insane reason, I have the urge—something I have never had before—to lean forward and taste him.
“I’m going to eat your cunt, and you can have another orgasm,” he states confidently, and I shake my head as I look up to see his amused face staring down at me. He quirks his eyebrow, grins, and asks, “See something you like?”
“No,” I sputter, bending my knees up against my chest and wrapping my arms around them.
“Stop lying to me,” he growls, reaching down, grabbing my arms, and pulling me up to stand in front of him.
“I’m not,” I say, lying to us both.
Shivering suddenly, I am unsure if it is from the cold air or the thought of this man and his very erect cock.
“Let me get you warmed up,” he says and steps out of the tub. After quickly
wrapping a towel around his waist, he grabs another and wraps it tightly around my body before helping me out.
“Thank you,” I say as he begins to rub his large hands along my arms and back. I find myself stepping toward him, into his chest, toward his warmth.
The man’s palms find their way underneath my towel, and I cannot control the moan from slipping out as he firmly rubs the globes of my ass.
“Spread your legs,” he commands, growling softly in my ear and nipping at
it playfully.
My body obeys without me knowing it.
“How does this feel, Princess?” the man asks as he lets one of his hands dip
between my legs and caresses the folds of my sex with surprising gentleness.
Wrapping my arms around his waist and placing my head on his broad chest,
feeling the warm dampness of his skin against my cheek, I let myself succumb to his ministrations.
At some point during our bath, probably when he first began massaging my
foot, I unconsciously decided to let myself enjoy whatever pleasure I could. The night will end all too soon, this man will leave, and I’ll be back to my nightmare existence. After everything that’s happened, I deserve to use this man to pretend my life hasn’t turned into a total nightmare.
“So wet for me,” he groans in my ear, pressing a thick finger into my wetness.
“I need you,” I hear myself whisper, tightening my hold on the man, breathing in his clean scent, and feeling the security of his strong body as I lean into him. “Please, sir.”
“I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers, gently teasing me with pleasure as he circles a finger wet with my own juices firmly around my clit. My entire body begins humming faster and faster with unsatisfied need.
“Are you going to let me inside?” the man asks, slowly and unrelentingly pressing two fingers into me, making me gasp as he stretches me open, my pussy burning from the intrusion. I hear the sucking noise of my wetness as he begins moving his fingers in and out of my sex. “I want to fuck you.”
I shudder at his words; both fearful at what could happen and excited at the
prospect of the pleasure I know this man can give. If only to prove he has total control over my body.
“You wouldn’t tie me up or anything, right?” I ask, staring intently at the dark, decidedly sexy hairs on his chest.
“Fuck no!” he says, continuing to slowly finger me as he begins to rub his thumb against my clit, making me tighten my hold on him and move my hips in
time with the rhythm he’s creating.
“I’m not into that. I like my women free to go wild on me,” he whispers into
my ear, his voice promising pleasure.
“Okay,” I groan as he pushes me over the edge and into another orgasm. He
holds me tightly against his body as he continues drawing out my pleasure.
Removing his hand from beneath my towel, he raises the glistening fingers
