Chapter 5
Beams of sunlight gaze through my apartment window. My naked body brushes against the soft flannel sheets, but my head throbs hard. I glance over at the clock. It reads 2 pm. 2pm! My brain wakes up, and I sit up. Memories of the night come back to me in large chunks.
"Oh, my god…" I whisper to myself, touching a hand to my dry mouth. I look over at my nightstand where a glass of ice water and two Advil are placed on top.
“Hello?” I cautiously call out, pulling the sheets over my breasts. Leon’s head pops into the door frame.
“Oh hey there!” he almost sings. “Drink up your water; I just ordered us some food. You didn’t have anything in the fridge.” He smiles at me with that same warm, perfect smile. I suddenly become very aware of my nakedness. We are so close to one another. He waltzes into the room and sits on the end of the bed. I marvel as the rare, early December sun shines on his broad chest. Several tattoos cover his rippling muscles.
“Drink your water,” he instructs in a deep voice. The glass is cold, and the water tastes better than any 1000 dollar bottle of wine. I chug it and then wipe my mouth all while keeping the blankets up against my chin.
“Why am I naked? What’s going on? Wait - did we-” I ask firmly. I wanted to remember my first time!
“Oh, no. Don’t worry. Painkillers and alcohol don’t mix well. I shouldn’t have ordered that wine with your leg and all. You passed out as soon as we got in the car. I didn’t want to leave you alone last night. Wanted to make sure you were okay,” he places a hand on my leg. “How do you feel?”
“But why am I naked?”
“You threw up on yourself.”
“Oh...sorry.” I feel my face become red with embarrassment. What was I thinking?
“I’m alright now.” I look down at my empty glass. He takes it out of my hands and heads to the kitchen. I take my time getting up. I reach for an old dirty shirt on the ground. I should feel embarrassed about the state of my apartment, but after everything Leon and I had been through there is a strange level of comfort. I slide the MIT shirt on; it is long enough to cover my bare body, and I walk into the kitchen.
“I’m going to take a shower,” I declare awkwardly. He smiles and nods.
“Food will be here in about ten minutes.”
In the bathroom, I take the shirt off and jump into the shower. The hot water rushes over my skin. Desire begins to build inside of me for Leon to come into the bathroom and press his hard body on mine. I turn the faucet slowly. The water stops. I wrap a towel around myself. I can not believe he’s seen me naked. I open the door,to find him setting a buffet of food onto the countertop.
“I wasn’t sure what you liked to eat,” he continues reaching into the bag. “So I went ahead and ordered a little bit of everything.” There are bagels, sandwiches, fruit, different cups of soup.
“You didn’t have to do all of this.”
“I wanted to.” His eyes lock onto mine, and I feel as though he can see right through to my naked body. I feel my clit begin to tingle just from his gaze alone. I let out a slight cough.
“Thank you; really.”
I walk into my bedroom, replace the towel with a navy blue robe and return to his feast. He has about three plates already made for me sitting in front of the bar stool. We begin to dig in not talking much. Everything he bought tastes so delicious. I take a long sip of freshly squeezed orange juice.
“Was it all too much...last night?” he asks. “I tend to go overboard when I like someone.” The words slip out of his mouth, and both he and I are surprised by them. “I mean - god.” He starts to laugh at himself. “I sound like I’m fucking fourteen.” The sound of his laughter is low and sweet.
“It’s okay. I get it. I like you too. Is this weird...I don’t know. I know it probably sounds ridiculous considering I just met you and really know nothing about you except you’re my boss and are a billionaire and there’s no way someone like you would even think to look at someone-”
I am interrupted by his soft hands reaching on either side of my face and his warm lips pressing against mine. It happens so fast; I have no time to think. His lips are experienced. They pull into mine, and his tongue finds its way into my mouth. I feel like a puddle melting under his spell. Yearning overcomes my instantly, and I hold my body against his. Only the thin sheer robe stands between our skin. His hand makes its way down my back and onto my ass. Every part of me his trembling with desire and excitement. I feel my nipples harden as his other hand grazes over my breasts and gently pulls on them; the hardening cock between his legs pushes up against me.
He continues to inch down my leg. I feel my womanhood trembling, greedily anticipating his touch, and when it reaches its target, his hand toys with me. Rubbing my clit fast than slow, I feel my body begin to tighten, and I let out a soft gasp.
“I’ve wanted you for the moment I held you in my arms that day,” he whispers into my ear, and then with an animalistic growl, both his hands scoop under my ass; he hoists me up. My legs wrap around him, and my exposed pussy can feel his rock hard dick under his sweat pants. With me straddling him, he leads me to the bed where he slowly and gently lays me down. The robe is untied now, and my exposed body lies underneath his. I can feel the heat coming off of him. His hand slides between my legs once more.
“God, you are so wet,” he murmurs, teasing my clit, sending waves of intense pleasure down to my toes. He pulls off his pants, unleashing his strong, throbbing cock. His mouth sucks on my sensitive breasts, making them swell and ache for more. I feel his shaft pressing against my mound. I suddenly freeze.
Not, like this -
“Wait -” I say softly in a breathy voice. My whole body is trembling telling me to shut up and let him fill me. His dark compassionate eyes glance up at mine.
“You okay?” he asks softly. His hand runs through my thick curly hair. I bite my tongue.
“This is going to sound weird or strange, but I’m still a virgin.” I am so embarrassed I can’t even keep eye contact with him.
“Really?” his eyes grow wide. “Religious reasons?”
“No...I just never really found someone.”
“You?” he smirks and then bites his bottom lip. “God, I want you so bad. How can something as delicious as you be so innocent.” He buries his face into my neck and gently kisses it, sending shivers through my body. “How far have you gone?”
“Not far - just kissing and some touching.”
"Some touching?" There is a sexy wickedness in his eyes. He suddenly sits up with a jolt and grabs the belt from the robe. He moves fast, tying my hands to the bed frame so I am completely helpless. I clench my legs together, but Leon grabs a hold of them; then he rips them open. I shake as I grow more and more aroused by his dominance. His mouth slowly trails down my neck, then to my breasts. His warm tongue swirls around both of my nipples, making them stiff.
He then moves down and gently kisses my inner thigh. His breath hangs over my mound, tickling. I instinctively push my hips up to meet his mouth. He greets me with his warm wet tongue, tasting me. My legs quiver at the sensation. He starts out slow, tantalizing my body. His tongue continues to flick my clit moving faster and faster, each time I feel myself losing a bit more control. My head tips back, my eyes squeeze shut, and my back arches as each of his tastes send me deeper into overwhelming pleasure. The pressure building in my body is almost intolerable, then it all releases with a slip of fingers inside of me.
My legs clamp down around his neck, but his fingers delve deeper inside of me, as my body releases then tenses. Waves of pure euphoria rock my body. I twist, clawing at the bed sheets. Deep moans escape my throat as the sensation slowly melts away into my stomach, and my body is left feeling as if it is floating above myself.
Leon lifts his head from between my now limp legs. He lies next to me on the bed while his hand gently grazes over my body. My skin tingles under his touch. He leans over and kisses me. It is a very romantic and personal gesture. Not what I anticipate from him.
“How was that?” he asks.
"Amazing," I say breathily, as my eyes focus on his. I couldn't believe it. All of this was happening so fast. I hardly knew him and yet there is such a safe feeling between us like we had been friends forever. His phone rings loudly from the kitchen interrupting the peace. It reminds me violently he is someone important, and I am not. He quickly gets up and answers the phone. His voice is hushed while he moves around the room, pulling his clothes back on with one hand. I tie the robe on again and return to the kitchen to finish my breakfast. He places the phone against his strong chest.
“I’m sorry, Ell. I really have to go.”
"Thank you," I say, slightly sad. I want to spend the day with him, lying in bed staring at his handsome face, touching his smooth body, feeling the warmth of him.