Chapter 2
Trying to figure out if my head is still attached to my body…
Whether this woman is real or not…
I try to stabilize my breathing.
As I suck in each gasp, the scent from her neck swirls through me, further intoxicating me, and I know I have to have more of her.
I want – no, need to get her home.
In my bed where I can explore further her body…
What I’m feeling.
My breath catches on that last thought.
During our quick fuck against the wall, something had curled around my heart as I watched this small pixie of a woman sigh in rapture. It was as if I was the best thing that had ever happened to her.
It was potent for a man, especially a man like me, to make such a beautiful woman feel such a way.
When I feel I can speak, I murmur against her neck, “Can I take you home?”
I feel her stiffen momentarily and my heart stupidly drops.
I don’t understand why it does.
After all, I’d already had her.
Sampled her.
She was probably just another woman looking for a quick fuck, but somehow, for some unexplainable reason, I didn’t think so.
And I desperately needed more.
More of her.
To make her feel again what she had felt when I’d been sliding myself so very deep inside of her perfect, pixie body.
To selfishly make myself feel it again.
For the first time in my life, I wanted to take a woman home and keep her with me all night.
“I’m here with a friend,” I hear her murmur, her voice reflecting her hesitancy.
“Tell them you’re going with me,” I whisper against her neck, coaxing her, as my tongue flicks out again, unable to stop itself from snaking out to taste this small part of her.
So deliciously tasty. Intoxicating… - I silently think.
I feel her resistance in her body and I gyrate my hips, reminding her that I’m still deep inside of her.
Still possessing her.
“Alexa?” I hear a woman ask warily.
I feel the woman in my arms stiffen, her moves causing her muscles to tighten around my fully immersed cock and I groan. Irritated, I lift my head towards the intruding sound of the woman’s voice just before she appears in the dim light of the hall.
I watch her eyes widen, completely in shock as she takes in our obvious position of what we were doing before she sputters, “Oh, sorry.”
The woman in my arms allows her head to fall forward onto my chest as she lets out a moan of mortification.
But the intruding female doesn’t leave.
Instead, a big smile crosses her face before she says with mischief in her voice, “Alexa, I’m just heading out if you’re okay?”
Alexa…- her name whispers through my mind.
So sexy.
Just like her.
“She’s fine,” I utter quickly, uncaring that I’m standing in a darkened hallway, with the most intoxicating and smallest female I ever met wrapped around me. My jeans have fallen to my knees and my bare ass is just barely covered by my t-shirt while I’m still balls deep inside her friend.
But the intruding female ignores me as she waits for Alexa to answer.
“Can you call Miranda? Let her know I’ll be home by morning?” I hear Alexa murmur against my chest.
The female friend nods quickly, smiles at me widely, seemingly overjoyed at this turn of events before placing a small purse on the hallway floor.
“I’ll just leave your purse here,” her friend says, and then finally, she turns to head back the way she came.
Silence descends between us as I feel Alexa slowly release the tight grasp that she has around my hips with her legs.
Grasping her around the waist, I slowly lift her, allowing myself to slide from her body now that I know she’s coming home with me.
I help her right her dress, and after fixing my jeans, I reach down and quickly swipe up her torn underwear from the floor.
I watch, somewhat amazed at the stain of embarrassment on her cheeks, as she avoids my eyes. Any woman that allowed a man she never knew to take her like I’d just taken her would never be embarrassed about what had just happened.
“I should run to the washroom first,” I hear her whisper.
Nodding, my mind lustfully goes to thoughts of our combined fluids running down between her inner thighs.
I probably shouldn’t have had unprotected sex with her, after all I knew better, but somehow it had felt right.
I had, for some unknown reason, needed to possess her in every way. From the moment she had extended her hand to me, I had needed to possess her…
All of her.
I feel my cock pulse, jumping in my now zippered jeans.
I needed to possess her again.
And soon…
As she starts to walk past me, I catch her hand, that looks so small but perfect in my hand. Wanting to make sure she doesn’t change her mind, I quickly bring it to my lips before murmuring, “Hurry.”
She smiles, as if she is modest now, before whispering in return, “Okay.”
I wait impatiently outside the washroom door as my head tries to catch up with my feelings.
When I’d shown up tonight and saw her, my pixie angel from that night I smashed my hand into the mirror at that dive of a bar where I’d gone to get drunk to forget about Emma, my heart had jumped in my chest.
Because I had thought all along that she was just a drunken dream, that she’d never really existed. She seemed like a woman from a figment of my imagination.
She had been too perfect for me to believe she was real, so I’d put her out of my mind.
But seeing her out on the dance floor, trying but failing to show her dance partner how to dance, had mesmerized me.
Watching that tiny thigh length silver dress as it hugged and moved with her movements…
Even as my unwarranted jealousy wanted to rip his arms off when he touched her hips.
I’d wanted to go to her, to tug her from his arms, but after everything I’d gone through with Emma, the steps I’d taken to try to get her away from Lucas, I’d made myself remain where I was.
I couldn’t put myself through that pain of rejection again from a woman who was involved with someone else.
So, I remained on the sidelines, just watching her.
Silently lusting after her.
I had thought about how I’d never had a woman as small as her.
And I couldn’t help but wonder how she would feel wrapped around my body, how her small body would fit to mine, as I watched her gyrate those tiny, but perfect hips.
My lust only growing with each seductive movement.
When her eyes had finally landed on me…
When she’d easily dismissed her dance partner and moved towards me with that sexual heat in her eyes, there had been nothing in this world to stop me from taking her up on it.
But then the simple touch of her finger on the back of my hand had sent a completely indescribable feeling through my entire body and I’d forgotten about everything…
Who I was, where I was, as all my energy, - my soul, focused on the tiny woman before me.
I’d immediately wanted to possess her.
I close my eyes as I remember the feeling of her first kiss. Of how her lips had gently brushed mine, lightly savoring, as if appreciating me.
And I’d never felt more wanted.
I’d lost control after that, only thinking of having this woman.
I know it had been stupid not to use a condom. It was my cardinal rule to never fuck without a condom and I hadn’t done it since my first sexual experience.
But at that pivotal moment of trying to stop myself from fully taking this woman, to walk away and not experience her, I’d been powerless.
And I still don’t regret my decision as I continue to wait impatiently outside the washroom for her.
I lift my hand, about to push the door open to go and look for her when she swings it wide and all I can think about is removing that tiny silver dress from that tiny pixie angel body of hers.
She once again flushes, but I choose to ignore it as I grasp her hand to lead her from the hallway, across the dance floor and out the door to my limo.
She hesitates as I reach to open the door and my heart falters as I fear she has changed her mind.
“I should tell someone where I’m going,” she says, once again with another flush staining her cheeks.
“812 Coast Drive,” I murmur quickly.
Still she hesitates, and I hear her murmur hesitantly, “How do I know you’re not taking me to another address.”
I want to smirk and remind her that after what I’d just done to her, that even now I’m leaking from between her legs, how could she now feel the need to question me, but I refrain.
Because I know if I do, she’ll disappear.
And I can’t imagine, for a reason I don’t understand, having her disappear.
Instead, I open the door of the limo to lean inside and ask Charlie to step out.
As he comes to a standing position on the opposite side of the limo, I hold Alexa’s eyes as I say to Charlie, “Can you tell Alexa here where I live?”
“812 Coast Drive, Miss. About ten minutes from here,” I hear Charlie say.
“Thank you, Charlie,” I say dismissing him.
I hear his door shut and my heart thrums heavy in my chest in fear that she’s going to walk away from me.
I still see the hesitancy in her eyes as she whispers, “I don’t even know your name,”
Again, a snide reply forms immediately in my head, but I restrain it, as I reply, “It’s Eric.”
I watch her, her indecision reflecting in her eyes, forcing myself not to push her as my heart silently pleads with her to go home with me.
Finally, I see the decision in her eyes and my heart now threatens to jump from my chest as she breaks the eye connection to retrieve her phone from her purse.
“I’ll just text Cass your address so she knows where I’m going,” I hear her say softly.
I watch her bent head, her softly glowing blond hair as it falls forward as she texts her friend.
And I suddenly picture her on top of me, guiding me between those strong thighs of hers just before she leans forward, cocooning us in those long blond curls.
My cock pulses between my legs at the dream I plan on turning into a reality.
Then her eyes are back on mine and she reacts to the heat she sees in mine as her breath hitches for a moment.
Holding the limo door wide, I watch, silently groaning, as she bends to climb inside.
The short, shimmery, silver dress rides up to show me the very strong, muscled thighs that I’d been between only a few short minutes ago. I can’t help but silently contemplate what she does to keep them so strong but then my mind lustfully moves on to wanting to be between them again.
To feel their strength once again as they wrapped around my waist, wanting me so desperately that they pulled me in deeper and deeper.
As soon as I’m seated inside the limo, I reach for her, pulling her easily over on top of me, so she can straddle me.
Her hair hangs all around me, cocooning me, making half of my dream from before come to life.
And I forget about everything but her.
Her tiny frame…
So delicate.
But yet so very strong is such a turn on for me.
Reaching up, I gently wrap my hand around the nape of neck to pull her head down, holding her firmly against my mouth.
Reverently.
I take my time tasting and savoring her mouth.
I’ve never tasted anything so sweet.
Unable to stop myself, I reach up under her dress with my free hand to trace my finger through the reminiscence from our encounter against the wall at the dance club.
So god damn slick and wet.
I can’t prevent the feeling of male dominance from slipping through me.
And I need to possess her like that again.
“Alexa…” I try out her name aloud for the first time, whispering it from my lips as I slide one finger deep.
I hear her shortened breath, feel it sighing into my mouth.
I feel her gyrate against my finger, her inner muscles clenching tightly around my single finger.
She’s so tight.
Taking my thumb, I rub it over her clit, knowing exactly where to touch.
She trembles and moving my hand from the nape of her neck, I reach up and grasp her hair at the back of her head, to lift her lips from mine. I force her to hold my eyes as I withdraw my finger and then plunge it deep.
The limo pulls to a stop, but it doesn’t stop me. Instead, I plunge my finger deep again, watching as this small pixie of a woman bites her lip, her eyes rolling as she cums on my finger.
My cock is raging hard by now, wanting to desperately be where my finger had been, so without giving her time to think, I gently remove her from my lap to sit next to me.
As Charlie swings the door open, I notice him avert his eyes quickly.
Exiting the limo and reaching my hand back inside, I help Alexa from the car.
Her eyes now avoid mine as she flushes even redder than before, as she focuses on taking in her surroundings.
Impatient, my mind only on getting her up to my condo so I can see all of her - experience all of her, I take her hand and pull her along behind me. I say a quick thanks to the night time security guard, Tim, who opens the main door before I stride across the lobby to the elevators with Alexa’s hand firmly clutched in mine the whole time, waving away the porter.
The beauty by my side is eerily quiet and I feel myself tense.
Feeling as if she is changing her mind.
And I’m afraid she might disappear.
I stroke the back of her hand with my thumb, trying to reassure her that I’d never hurt her.
Finally, the elevator arrives, and I allow myself to relax a little as she steps on without me having to persuade her.
With my heart racing, pumping strong through my veins at the thoughts of having Alexa alone and all to myself, I quickly follow her.
As soon as the door slides shut, I’m on her, wanting to feel her legs wrapped firmly around my waist again. Wrapping one arm around her waist, the other grasping her upper thigh, I prompt her to wrap her body around me again as I easily lift her.
I want to remind her of what it felt like between us so that she forgets all of her fears of being alone with me.
She complies easily as I feel one leg, and then the other, slide satisfactorily around my waist, but then her eyes come to mine, and in them, I can see the weariness and caution.
My heart squeezes painfully, with a stupid and unexplainable fear, that she is thinking of leaving me and I tighten my arm around her waist.
The elevator dings, signalling our arrival at my penthouse and I once again see the indecision in her eyes.
Lifting the hand that I had on her thigh to her face, I hold her eyes as I softly cup it and whisper, “I promise, I won’t hurt you.”
I see indecision warring with our unmistakable attraction.
I take the decision from her as I step off the elevator with her wrapped completely around me.
And it’s the best feeling in the world.
Quickly swiping my card through the security alarm system, I wait the few seconds for my penthouse doors to sweep open, before I’m quickly stepping inside.
Her eyes are watching me, interpreting every move I make.
To ease her fears, I cup her face again and slowly brush my lips over hers. I feel the tension ease from her body as the undeniable electricity between us takes over again.
I place her back to the wall as I slide one hand over her breast, tweaking the nipple. I hear and taste her groan into my mouth and I know I have her exactly where I want her.
Desperately needing to see her naked, I quickly reach down and pull the hem of her dress up and over her head.
And I immediately become breathless.
So very tiny, but with breasts that were anything but, she was like my porn dream come true.
She doesn’t shy away from her nakedness or the fact that I’m still completely dressed.
No.
Instead, she slides her legs from around me, to walk away from me slightly, only to turn and beckon me with her single finger.
Without hesitating, I follow, pulling my t-shirt over my head as I go, loving how her eyes widen and she bites her bottom lip as I expose each inch of myself.
Her eyes run over the length of the tattoo that starts on my left forearm and runs up my arm, curling around my heart.
My cock jumps, pulsating and I realize that I’ve never felt so powerful, yet so wanted, as this small pixie angel seems to make me feel.
Left standing in my jeans, I quickly remove my shoes before hastily dropping my zipper and pushing my jeans down and off my legs.
My cock is swinging back and forth, anxious to be back between her legs.
Back to where I can see the reminiscence of our prior encounter leaking between her thighs.
It’s that thought that consumes me…
Making me want to possess her, over and over again.
My pulse is beating in my head as I step towards her, easily picking her up into my arms again. As my chest connects with her naked breasts, absorbing the feel of her legs wrapped in perfect tightness around my waist once again, I feel as if my heart will stop beating soon if I don’t get inside of her. Striding to my bedroom, the pool of light from the night table that I always leave on when I go out, casts a perfect flow across me bed.
Gently, I pry her legs from around me as I kneel on the bed to lay her down. Then, I stand looking down at her, so small and delicate in my bed.
She is the most erotic vision I’ve ever seen.
Irrationally, I acknowledge that I want to keep her there.
To never let her go.
She looks up at me with softly pleading eyes that seem to be begging me silently not to hurt her.
As if I ever would, – I silently promise her.
Reaching my hand out to touch her knee, I place a gentle pressure there, silently asking her to open her legs for me.
To trust me.
I watch, my breath catching, as ever so slowly she gives into my silent command and spreads herself before me.
All blood rushes to my head, then quickly to my cock, as she reveals her center, glistening from the combination of our fluids in the soft glow from the night stand lamp.
And I need to possess her like I did before.
Ignoring the drawer filled with condoms, I trail my finger from her knee, up her inner thigh, watching as her strong leg muscles clench and release under my attention.
I swallow thickly as my finger nears the juncture of her thighs.
I hear her moan and my gaze comes up to hers.
Holding it, never breaking that gaze, I allow my finger to move over the shaved area of her center before trailing it through the soft springy hair that escaped her razor. Grasping her pubic hair between my forefinger and thumb, I lightly tug and her gasp of delight, the slight jiggle of her breasts from her gasp, all resonate in my head. I continue my attention, watching her every move, her every reaction, as I release the springy hair before I continue to trace my forefinger down through her folds, loving how it’s slickened by both of our fluids, and slowly insert my finger into her.
She bites her lip and her eyes close, while mine slide to where I’m now sliding my finger in deeper.
I watch, mesmerized, with the heady scent of her, and of me, filling my nostrils, as my now liquid covered finger then slides out.
Inside my head is a strong and possessive pulse…
Beating so strong…
Urging me to take this woman again…
To fill her with me.
My cock jumps, dripping precum in anticipation at the thought.
Slowly, I stand, and her eyes slide open.
I grasp my throbbing cock, and it jumps in my hand as her eyes move down my body to watch me stroke myself.
“I want you again, exactly like I had you before,” I whisper hoarsely.
I wait, wanting to give her the option to protect herself this time, even as I am hopefully praying that she’ll want me the same way I want her.
Her only response is a biting of her lip before she slowly gyrates and lifts her hips in invitation.
Unable to wait any longer, I kneel on the bed, and while holding her eyes, I lift each of her legs over my shoulders. Placing my cock at the entrance of her wet pussy, I slowly slide myself deep.
My eyes slide closed for a moment, as if in reverence, as my body seems to slowly exhale in relief.
Because it feels as if I finally found where I belong.
Then looking down at my pixie angel, the one that had found me bleeding and helped me even though she didn’t know me, I lean forward and grasp each of her hands in mine. Staring into her eyes, I piston my hips, forgetting about everything, including who I was and the scars from my past.
For the first time in my life, I lose myself in the only woman who had ever shown me true kindness.
Who also seemed to truly want me.
Just for me.
But in the morning, when I’m left with only the smell of her on my bed sheets and on my skin, I realize it had all been in my head.
While I had been stupid and thought I’d found something – finally, after all of the years of no one really wanting me…
I’d been just a one-night stand to her.
Just like all the women in my life, I meant nothing to her.
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