ASIDE FROM THE way today began, it’s been one of the greatest days I can remember. Definitely the best day of my adult life. What could be better than spending a few hours lying out in the sand with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, half naked in her dark blue high-waisted bikini, playing out in the waves like children, before coming inside for an early dinner?
That’s easy. Pulling a sandy Twyla into the double-headed shower with me, where we stand under the spray making out like a couple of teenagers. I don’t try to get her out of her bikini; I just enjoy the heat that enters her eyes as she watches me soap up and rinse off before leaving her to finish up showering alone. When I see the look of disappointment cross her perfect features as I wrap the towel around my waist to head to the bedroom to grab my workout shorts out of my duffle bag, I know tonight will be the night I will make her mine.
A little while later, a wet-haired Twyla finds me in the theater with a bucket of freshly popped buttery popcorn and two bottles of water. She’ll need to hydrate for what I have planned later. She’s dressed in a tank and jean shorts, her glasses perched on the now sun-kissed bridge of her nose. She sits down on the leather couch next to me and draws her legs and bare feet up beneath her. As she snuggles into my side, it makes me realize home doesn’t necessarily have to be a place, but a person, and it’s becoming clear she’s that for me.
I push Play, and she reaches into the popcorn, pulling out a handful right as I push the button to dim the lights when the opening scene of Iron Man comes on, her giggle making me grin like a fool. And as she falls asleep not even halfway through, I just take it all in. The feel of her warm body lying against me. The clean scent of her drifting up into my nose until I just want to bury my face into her skin and inhale her enough that the smell stays there forever. That same fierce protectiveness that hasn’t waned since I first met her. And if I could be granted a wish, I’d want to experience this every day for the rest of my life.
When the movie ends, I move carefully from beneath Twyla, gently stretching her out along the couch for her to finish her nap. With the craziness this morning, and then our long drive and hours out in the sun, she deserves the rest. So I go into Doc’s office, plopping down into the computer chair to get some work done.
“What is it, doll?” I ask, feeling her presence before I actually see her an hour later. When I glance up from the computer screen, she’s standing at the entrance of the office, leaning against the doorjamb, her eyes drinking in my shirtless torso.
Her gaze lifts to mine, her face flushed. “You’re…” She swallows. “You’re seriously freaking hot, Seth. I don’t really know if guys like being told they’re beautiful, but you really are.”
I lean back in my computer chair and pull off my glasses, setting them on the keyboard. I rotate the seat around, my legs widespread, giving her a better view to look her fill. “Thank you,” I say, and I mean it. I work hard to keep in shape. I may let myself live a little by having pizza and junk food every once in a while, but most of the time, I’m pretty damn disciplined.
“I uh… I mean, before today, I had never seen you shirtless. I felt you when I’d hug you… through your clothes. And I imagined you would be fit and stuff. But… damn,” she breathes, the cleavage above her light-blue tank top turning a pretty shade of pink with her arousal.
I stand, sauntering slowly across the room until I’m looking down on her from my height. “You’re the first woman to see me without my shirt in a very long time,” I confess, and her brow furrows.
“Really?”
“Yeah. I haven’t been with anyone outside the club since I opened it, and I’m never without my uniform when I’m there.” I take her hand from where she’s got her arms crossed over her breasts, and I place her palm on one of my pecs, watching her eyes heat and her lips turn up in a small smile as I slide it across to the other. I drop my hand from hers, allowing her to do what she wants.
She trails her fingers to the center of my chest, then down, following the light pattern of hair I have on my torso. “What uniform?” she asks, grazing her fingers back up once she reaches my belly button, her eyes following her movement.
“Black pants, black Henley, black hooded mask,” I answer, my cock growing painfully hard at her innocent exploration. “No one’s ever seen this body.”
“What do you mean?” she questions, her eyes meeting mine as she continues to pet me. And petting is exactly what she’s doing. Her touch is so gentle, so loving as she strokes my chest.
“I only started working out a couple of years ago. Before then, I was way too busy with school to worry about the shape I was in. The food I ate was quick stuff, like Hot Pockets and microwave pizzas, shit that was easy to eat at a computer desk, which I sat at nearly eighteen hours a day. Then I opened the club, and I was fine with the way I was for a while, but then I got really tired of being tired all the time. My stamina…” I trace the line of her jaw and watch her intake of breath. “…was shit. So I got off my ass and did something about it. But since I’m always in my uniform, you’re the only woman to see this body,” I finish.
“I like this body,” she whispers, her hand moving across my collarbone before gliding over my shoulder and then down my bicep. The feel of her skin against mine makes goose bumps rise on my flesh, the sensation as foreign to me as it is to her. “I, um… I don’t really know much about fitness.”
We’ve worked ourselves into a sexual trance. The gentleness of her touch is something so far from what I’m used to that it’s incredibly erotic. And I can see in the glossiness of her eyes and the short, quick rise and fall of her chest that she’s probably just as wet as I am hard.
“Then allow me to teach you, doll,” I say, not waiting for her to reply as I dip down and pick her up, making her gasp at the sudden movement. I carry her over to the computer desk, setting her down in the chair. “First, there was lots and lots of research.”
I grasp hold of her tank top and swiftly lift it over her head, leaving her in her plain nude bra and jean shorts. I see the smallest bit of fear in her eyes, but I continue because it’s overpowered by the look of excitement on her flawless face. I spread her legs and get down on my knees between them, fitting my body there until we’re face-to-face. “I had to learn about all the parts of my body, the different muscle groups, all the exercises to do for each one, which ones I could work together.”
I run my left hand down her right arm until I reach her fingers, then place her palm on my shoulder, leaning back until her arm is straight. I trail across her skin with my fingertips and then my lips as I name, “Forearms… biceps… triceps…”
She shivers, and I smile against her skin, seeing the light hairs on her arms stand up. “Shoulders…” I nip her there, skimming my teeth to the place where her shoulder meets her neck. “Traps…” I spend some time here when she whimpers then gasps, clearly loving the feel of my beard against her sensitive flesh, before moving on.
I reach around her body and unhook her bra with ease. She drops her hand from my shoulder in order to let the cups fall to the floor next to the computer chair. “Pectorals,” I whisper, and lower my face to her breasts, and my own breath stutters as the softest skin I’ve ever felt grazes my cheeks. When I take one nipple into my mouth, her body folds around me as she cries out, holding me to her.
If she were a sub and I was her Dom, I would’ve never allowed this. She would hold perfectly still and let me take what I wanted from her, while she accepted only what I wanted to give her. But in this moment, with her cradling my head while I suckle at her deliciously generous breast, her breath coming in sharp gasps, I let her grasp onto me. Because not only does it feel like she’s holding on for dear life, it feels like she’s the only thing keeping me from floating away on a fucking high. Her scent and taste are like a drug, and she’s got me completely intoxicated.
I let go of her nipple with a pop, and she loosens her hold. I trail my tongue downward, over her stomach, until I reach her belly button, where I dip it inside before whispering there, “Abdominals.”
As I reach for the button of her denim shorts, her hands come to rest on my shoulders, and I look up her body and into her eyes to see if she’s going to push me away. I have just enough self-control left that if she were to ask me right this second, I would be able to force myself to stop. But after I get her out of her clothes, I can’t make any promises. She bites her lip as she stares down at me, and as she tightens her grip on my shoulders, she nods.
I unbutton, unzip, and then slide her shorts down her smooth legs until all she’s left in are her mint-green panties. I meet her eyes once again, a small smile tugging at my lips. “You wore green?”
“Yeah. I know it’s your favorite color, and….”
“And?” I prompt, my hands drifting up the backs of her calves, making her eyelids go half-mast.
“And because green means go,” she whispers, her hands dropping to the armrests and her head falling back against the chair as I grip the backs of her knees to pull her ass closer to the edge of the seat.
I chuckle, “That it does, doll,” and move away just far enough that when I lift her leg up, her ankle rests on my shoulder. “And that brings us to legs.” I kiss up her perfectly smooth, lightly tan calf then lick down the inside of her thigh, stopping midway to nibble the soft flesh there.
She whimpers again, her hips rotating against the seat. The helpless sound sets off something carnal inside me, and in one swift move, I dip my shoulder, her foot falling to the floor as I grip her hips and flip her over. Before she can even take her next breath, the upper half of her body is facedown on the computer chair, and her knees are on the carpet, her ass against the front of my workout shorts.
I groan, unable to stop myself from grinding against the globes covered only by the thin green fabric of her panties. And it’s not until I feel her press back against me that I snap out of my trance, unused to a woman moving without my explicit permission. My sweet, innocent, shy little doll lets her instincts take over as she arches her back, trying to get as close to my cock as she can with the flimsy clothing between us. But instead of earning a punishment for taking such liberty, I reward her for giving in to her body’s desire by continuing the lesson.
I lean over her, whispering, “Back,” as I rub my bearded cheek down her spine, feeling her soft skin erupt in chills as I back up on my knees until my face reaches her ass. I sit up, gripping the elastic of her panties, and watch all her muscles tense. “And finally…” I pull the light-green fabric down until they reach her knees, leaving them there as my hands glide back up her thighs and over her round cheeks, and hiss, “…glutes.”
I grip her there, my fingers gently digging into her flesh, massaging the muscles beneath her buttery soft skin. I can’t get enough of touching her. The feel of my hands on her, the things it’s doing not only to my body but to my heart… simply unexplainable. It makes me glad I never shared this with anyone else. It’s like I was unconsciously saving this part of myself to give to the one, the same way Twyla is giving her virginity to me. A much more meaningful trade than the exchange of power I’m used to.
When she’s completely melted into the seat, her muscles lax, her arms hanging limply over the sides of the chair, I know she’s wholly given in. She’s mine for the taking, yet I can’t help but feel I’m giving myself to her as well.
I stand and then lift her into my arms, looking into her beautiful, totally relaxed face. She meets my eyes almost sleepily, and I smile, knowing I was the one to make her look so blissful without the use of anything but my hands.
“Where we going?” Her voice is quiet, like she’s trying not to disturb the state we’re both in.
I carry her out of the room, down the hallway, and into the kitchen, which is dark except for the light above the stove. It’s bright enough I can see her perfectly, but not so much that it would make her self-conscious for what I have planned. “Well, after all my research about the different muscle groups and the exercises I’d need to do, I then learned about the food I needed to start eating in order to fuel my body.” I set her on the kitchen island, grinning at her sharp gasp as her ass hits the cold marble. “Which then led to meal prep,” I tell her, my voice turning wicked as I force her all the way back until she’s lying across the countertop, looking like my very own buffet of perfect, creamy flesh.
“I buy all the groceries…” I pull the barstool out. “Cook all my healthy, protein-rich food…” I take a seat where she’s got her knees clamped shut, her body trembling. “Put it into individual meal size containers to last me the week….”
I take her dangling feet and place them on top of my thighs before moving my hands to just above her knees, whispering for her to relax as she allows me to open her up to me. Like the rest of her, she’s beautiful here too. And when I lean down to press a kiss to the inside of her thigh, the scent of her clean skin mixed with her fresh arousal hits me, making me groan. I grasp the backs of her knees and yank, a feminine squeak leaving her as I bring her ass to the edge of the counter, her glistening bare pussy mere inches from my face.
She pants, her breasts rising and falling with the quick work of her lungs. I know I should probably do or say something to soothe her, but her innocence, her genuine nervousness of the unknown, is invigorating. She trusts me to make this good for her, and my heart pounds with excitement as I plan to do just that.
“And every day, five times a day, I devour my meal.”
With that, I wrap my arms beneath her legs, feeling the softness of her thighs land on my shoulders, and lean in to take the first languid swipe of my tongue up from the very bottom of her entrance, not stopping until I circle her clit. Her whole body jerks as if she’s been electrocuted, sucking in air as her hands shoot to my wrists, squeezing with all the strength in her little body. I glance up her luscious form to find her head lifted, her eyes meeting mine just as I suck her into my mouth. Her eyes go wide and her brow furrows as her lips part.
It’s been over five years since I went down on a woman. Besides never having the desire to do so—the act is far more intimate and personal than anything I do at the club—my mask wouldn’t allow me to anyway. The expression on her face mixed with knowing she can see me and what I’m doing is erotic as fuck, and that animalistic feeling consumes me once again. I set upon her soaking wet heat like a starved man, licking, sucking, dragging my teeth over her sensitive nub, loving the sexy moans and little sighs coming from her as she now presses her head back against the countertop.
I pull back a moment and watch her throb, seeing my aggression and beard against her delicate flesh have turned her red. “Such a pretty pussy,” I whisper, and she shudders.
Her whimper of disappointment that I’ve stopped my assault pulls me back in, and as we both discover that her favorite thing is the small, rhythmic circles I draw with the tip of my tongue around her clit, I use my thumbs to pull back her hood, exposing her even more to me. Soon, she goes completely silent, and I can tell she’s holding her breath, because every so often she exhales sharply then gulps more air. Her eyes are closed, her face a mask of total concentration, and as her nails dig into my forearms and her back arches, I know I’ve got her. I flatten my tongue against her swollen bud, giving her three long strokes before sucking her clit between my lips, and her entire body convulses as she comes. I cover her pussy with my mouth, creating a suction as she cries out toward the ceiling, the taste of her juices making me groan in pleasure. My hands grip her thighs as she grinds against my face, and I nearly come in my shorts as she lets go of all her inhibitions.
I lap at her pussy lips, making sure I get every last drop of her, before letting her legs fall off my shoulders as I stand. I grasp hold of her wrists and pull her up to sitting, and then pick her up, her legs automatically locking around my hips and her arms around my neck. Her body is on fire as her naked front plasters to mine, all her soft parts molding to the hard planes and bulges of my torso.
She clings to me, her face burying in the side of my neck as I start to move, carrying her past the living room, down the hallway, and into the home gym. An overwhelming sense of protectiveness comes over me, along with a possessiveness I’ve never felt in all my life. I feel like I would do anything for the woman cradled in my arms, who holds on to me like I’m her greatest possession.
As I make my way to the back of the room, I flip on the switches to the bathroom, which casts light right where I plan on taking her—the thickly padded mats in front of the wall of mirrors.
I grip her ass as I get down on my knees on the mat before laying us down, my weight pressing her back against the blue vinyl. I look down at her, and she meets my eyes with a languid smile.
“Research, meal prep, and now…?” she murmurs, her fingers toying with the back of my short hair.
I lean down, trailing my nose up the column of her throat, and then kiss her right below her ear, smirking when I feel her shiver. “And now… we put our muscles to work,” I whisper, before sitting up on my knees. Putting my thumbs in my shorts’ waistband, I slide them down over my hips and pull them all the way off, my eyes never leaving her face. I memorize her expression. It’s the first time she’s ever seen a man naked, in the flesh, and the first time a woman has ever seen me completely unclothed, my cock bare. Her eyes go half-mast as she bites her lip, taking in every inch of me. I let her look her fill, while I glide my hands up and down the outside of her thighs, her knees pointing toward the ceiling.
When she starts to squirm, I reach for my shorts, grabbing the condom I had put in the pocket earlier, knowing I’d be waiting for the perfect moment to finally make her mine. But her whispered, “Seth,” pulls my eyes from the black package to her worried face.
“What is it, doll?” I ask gently, praying to any god listening that she doesn’t tell me she isn’t ready for this.
“I um…” She reaches her hand up to brush her dark hair away from her face. She blows out an anxious breath before finally reaching for my hand, and when I lace my fingers with hers, she tugs, and I allow her to pull me back on top of her.
“What is it?” I repeat, murmuring it against the sensitive skin of her neck, her nipples pebbling against my chest as my hair tickles the rose-colored peaks.
“I… I’m on the pill. My doctor put me… um… anyway…. I…” She blows out a breath, clearly frustrated with her nervous stuttering. I sit up to look down into her beautiful face, my own showing nothing but patience as I wait for her to speak. Seeing that, she finally gathers her courage. “I’m giving you my virginity, and in return, I want you to give me something as well,” she says quietly.
“And what’s that?” I ask gently, my face going soft.
“You said you’ve never been with a woman without wearing one”—she takes the condom from my hand and holds it between us—“before. And since I’ve never been with anyone, it would sort of… feel like it’s your first time too.”
“Are you sure, doll? It will be special for me even if I wear it, because it’s with you. I’ve never made love to anyone, and that’s exactly what I’m doing with you, beautiful Twyla,” I tell her, kissing her gently before letting her reply.
“I’m sure. I want to feel only you inside me,” she whispers, and her words make that protective and possessive feeling multiply a hundredfold.
I rest my forehead against hers and nod, and she sets the condom on the floor before wrapping her arm around my neck. I kiss her deeply, reaching between us to find her dripping core. She sucks in a breath through her nose as I press one finger inside her, curving it upward before dragging it out again. After several strokes, I add another finger, feeling her arm tighten around me before eventually relaxing once more as I ready her.
Using her wetness, I coat the head of my cock and line it up with her entrance, continuing to kiss her like my life depends on it, hoping it’ll distract her at least a little bit from the pain I’m about to cause. Slowly, I begin to sink into her, and I feel her hand that’s still holding mine tighten. I squeeze her fingers, my tongue dueling with hers as her breath hisses in and out, faster the deeper I push.
“So fucking tight,” I murmur against her lips as she whimpers. “So hot and wet. I’ve never felt anything like you. So fucking perfect, doll.”
When I’m planted all the way to the hilt, I hold perfectly still, allowing her to adjust to my size, at the same time trying to keep control of myself at the new sensations. I close my eyes and take it all in, everything before seeming muted, like a black-and-white film that’s now been technicolored and remastered. Soon enough, her fingers loosen between mine and the arm around my neck relaxes, and feeling her press a soft kiss to my lips, I open my eyes to meet hers.
“You okay?” I whisper, and her eyes go soft as she nods gently. I let go of her hand, bracing my elbows on either side of her head. “Wrap your arms around my lower back. You control how fast I go,” I instruct, pulling out of her slightly, and when I feel her hands press there, I know she understands and is ready for me to move.
With the subtle guidance of her palms pushing and her fingertips digging, I let her lead me in our erotic dance, enjoying the slow pace she sets as I feel every inch of her blazing heat as it surrounds my cock. Before long, her fingers trail up my spine, sending a shiver throughout my body as she grips onto my biceps caging in her head. She turns her face to press it into my muscle there, muffling her cries of pleasure as I pick up speed, still making sure to keep my movements controlled, even though all I want to do is thrust into her ferociously and mark her in some way.
“Please,” she begs, her legs wrapping around my hips.
“What do you want, baby?” I whisper into her ear, pressing a kiss below her lobe.
“I…” She lifts her hips. “I need….”
“What do you need, Twyla?” My beard tickles the soft flesh of her neck, making her moan. I know what she needs, a little something extra to help send her over the edge, but I won’t give it to her until she asks for it.
“I don’t know, Seth,” she whimpers, and hearing her say my name—my real name—while I’m inside her makes me shudder with ecstasy, sending me into a powerful thrust that makes her wince then groan. “That. More of that. Please.”
“Kiss me,” I demand, and she turns her face upward as my lips land on hers. The kiss turns savage as I slide my right hand down her body until I grip her hip, lifting her to meet my unrestrained plunges into her soaked, viselike pussy.
“Oh God!” she cries, breaking our mouths apart as her nails sink into my biceps. Her eyes flash, almost panicked at the intensity of our lovemaking, until her body bows beneath mine, her chin pointing to the ceiling as her inner muscles clamp around my cock while she comes.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before, and I let out a feral growl when my teeth land at the side of her throat as I empty myself into her. I have just enough self-control not to clamp down on her delicate flesh, sucking on her instead as I rock against her until our aftershocks have subsided, the sound of our ragged breaths filling the home gym. I pull my face away, making sure I wasn’t too rough, breathing a sigh of relief when I see nothing but a slight hickey on her neck.
As I let her hips lower to the mat beneath us, I brush her hair away from her face as I look down into her beautiful but tearful blue eyes. My heart thuds with remorse. “Twyla, baby, did I hurt you?” I take hold of her chin to move her head to the side to take a closer look at the mark, but even in the better light I see it’s nothing more than a little bruise that’ll be gone within the hour. I face her back toward me, stroking her cheek as a tear escapes her left eye, making my gut clench. “Talk to me, doll,” I whisper.
“Nothing is wrong,” she tells me, wrapping her arms around my neck, and her soft smile is the only thing that makes me believe she’s not trying to hide anything by calling it nothing. “I… I feel silly. But I was just so full of emotions that it spilled out of my eyes, I guess. I’m sorry I’m such a girl. I didn’t know it would be like this.” She lets out a single, quick burst of laughter that makes another tear fall, and I feel my entire body relax. I know exactly what she means. It happened quite often with the subs at Club Alias.
But I refuse to think of anyone else while I’m still buried inside my woman. And that’s exactly what she is—my woman. I decide now is as good a time as any to update her on this new information.
“No need to apologize, doll. I feel the same way.” I nuzzle her neck, making her shiver when my beard scratches over the hickey there. “You’re mine now, Twyla,” I whisper against her ear. “There’s no way I could let you go after this.”
I feel her pussy spasm around me, and I lift my head to look at her. Her eyes sparkle up at me, as she bites her lip. And then she grins when she murmurs, “Ditto.”
I drop my jaw, my face showing nothing but surprise. “Did you just respond with a movie quote, or was that just a coincidence again?”
She rolls her eyes, and I feel her playing with my hair at the back of my head. “I’ve seen Ghost, silly,” she scoffs.
“My God, I’m so hot for you right now,” I tease, thrusting forward gently and watching her eyes flare. And then it’s like something dawns on her suddenly, and she reaches her hand up to run her fingers gently over her neck.
“You bit me,” she accuses, but her face shows no anger.
“I did,” I confirm with a nod.
“Why’d you bite me?” she questions, a small smile tilting up the corners of her lips.
“I promised to be open and honest with you, doll, and I didn’t want to be a liar. I told you the day I met you I wouldn’t bite until lesson three.” I give her a wicked grin, and she squeezes her eyes shut and loudly laughs toward the ceiling, making her inner muscles ripple around my returning erection.
“Speaking of lesson three….” I carefully withdraw from her body, trying my best not to cause her any discomfort, proud of myself for instinctively knowing how to be gentle with her when it’s far from what I’ve ever been before. She stretches like a cat as I hurry into the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and running the water in the sink until it gets hot before carrying it back over to her. I kiss her as I press the cloth to her core, feeling her shiver. I tenderly clean her up before wiping off the mat so she doesn’t have to see the mess we made together, reminding myself to use the disinfecting spray and paper towels to clean more thoroughly when I wake up in the morning to work out.
Right now, all I’m worried about is continuing with our lesson.