CHAPTER TEN - CINDY
I wasn’t happy that dating Enzo had gotten off on the wrong foot, but at least once our date got underway, things were much easier. We had a light lunch and then took a trip to the museums and then went to a different restaurant for the most delicious dessert I’d ever eaten. The huge plate of strawberry cheesecake was big enough for two, so we’d shared. But then, after we were done, he ordered two more slices to go.
“That’s a lot of cheesecake.” I stared down at the large bag figuring our date was coming to an end. Surely, he’d be headed home, with the two huge slices. But after he paid and we walked back down to the car, he sent the driver across town to deliver the desserts to his house for Esme and Lucas while we took a walk through another museum. We even stopped and painted a small canvas in their interactive exhibit.
When we went back out, the car was parked there waiting. “What would you like to do now? I’m sure we can find something with a little more action.” He looked deep into my eyes and squeezed my hand.
“I don’t have much to offer. We could go back to my place and have pizza later if you want.” I shrugged knowing he probably wouldn’t be for it. He had all the money in the world, I’m sure my offer wasn’t all that appealing.
“That sounds amazing, and I have to disagree, I think you have a lot to offer.”
My heart raced as he leaned in and kissed me; his fingers wove through my hair, and his thumb brushed softly against my cheek. He left me breathless, and though it was all amazing and dream-like, I had to wonder if it wasn’t too perfect. This couldn’t be the perfect fairy tale complete with a prince who would fall in love and whisk me off to his castle. Things like that only happened in books.
We went back to my apartment, and I offered him a seat on my worn-out sofa. His royal ass didn’t seem to mind one bit as he lowered it. “You have a nice place. Are you just moving in?”
I walked to the bedroom and took off my heels and replaced them with my slippers before joining him. “Thanks, and yes. I had a much nicer one I shared with my friend, but she decided she wanted to move in with her boyfriend and left me with the rent. I had to downsize, and unfortunately, this is the best place I could find.”
He nodded but looked as if he had something on his mind. “It might not be a good time to bring this up, but I couldn’t help but notice the lack of security out front. I’m not sure it makes me feel comfortable.”
“I doubt anyone is going to come in and assassinate you.” I let out a laugh, and his eyes met mine with a blank stare.
“No. Not me. I meant you.” He reached out and took my hand.
“Nothing’s going to happen to me. This is a fairly decent part of town, and the neighbors are all good people. There haven’t been any problems since I moved in.”
“I see.” He let out a long breath and looked toward the door. “I guess it helps you have two deadbolts.”
“They came standard, lucky me.” I laughed, and he leaned back as if trying to relax. Then he put his arm around me and pulled me closer. I hovered over him and kissed him deeply as his hand came up and around my waist. It was all happening so fast, and I felt like I was headed for a brick wall at full speed.
I thought about how I probably shouldn’t be doing what I was about to do. It wasn’t often I threw caution to the wind on a whim, but he had me so worked up, I couldn’t help myself. My body ached for him to be near me, inside me. And his body, a picture of male perfection, was irresistible.
I reached for his buttons as we kissed and worked them open. Then I ran my hands across his chest and pushed it off his shoulders. His chest was well-defined with thick cords of muscle rippling beneath his warm flesh. And just as quickly as I had his shirt off, he was working on mine, slipping it up and over my head.
He stared at my breasts a moment and then met my eyes as he cupped them through my white lacy bra and thumbed my nipples. “You’re so sexy, Cindy. I want to be inside you.”
In response, I reached down and undid his pants. No going back now. He raised up on his elbows and I slipped them down, leaning down to tug them, nearly putting my face in his crotch. I caught a peek at his erection and gave an audible gasp. His length was impressive, and I had a feeling from what I could see, that he was thick too. My mouth watered.
He pushed his thumb into my mouth, and I sucked it, rolling it around gently across my lips and tongue. “Take it off.” He glanced down at my skirt, and I stood up and unzipped the side, letting it fall to the floor. It landed in a puddle at my feet, and I stepped out of it and kicked it away.
In my panties and bra, I felt naked before him, and he licked his lips and leaned forward and kissed my firm tummy as his hand came up and cupped my sex. I shuddered, and chills went through me. His mouth was so close, and I wanted him to kiss me there, to keep going down until his mouth was against me and his tongue was in me. Instead, he slipped one of his fingers into my panties and found my center, sinking it deep. He stroked me good and then pulled out his finger and gave it a taste before kissing me. Then he went back down and brought his mouth down on me, his perfectly full lips pressing against my slick mound as his hand gripped my ass and pulled me forward.
“You taste delicious,” he said with his warm breath right against me. “And you’re bare. How old are you, Cindy?”
“Twenty-three,” I said, with a quivering chin.
He rubbed my bare mound and then gave it a slap. “I love this. Don’t ever change it.”
I loved him spanking it, but only because his next move was to soothe it with his tongue and it made me so hot that I orgasmed. The wave of pleasure washed over me so fast that I gripped his head and held him pressed against me. He moaned, and once I sagged a bit, he scooped me up and kissed my mouth as he carried me to my bedroom.
He lay me back gently across my bed and gripped my ankles to rest them on his shoulders. Then he centered himself against me. I panicked. “Wait.”
“What?” He backed his hips up and searched my eyes.
“I’m a virgin.”
His eyes lit with surprise. “Why didn’t you say something sooner? We don’t have to go all the way right now if you’re not ready.” He moved my legs off his shoulders and sat down beside me.
I sat up and covered my breasts with my arm. “No, it’s okay. I know I want to. I feel like it’s time. But, I’m scared.” I knew that first time would hurt. “You’re really big.”
He reached over and stroked my cheek. “Are you sure? This is a big deal, and while I want it to be me, I don’t want to take that from someone you find special.”
“There is no one else, and yes, I’m sure.” I hadn’t had anyone interested in me since college and then it was just a bunch of horny boys pawing at me. I knew he was special and I wanted it to be him.
He lay me back and stretched out beside me, kissing my lips and working his way down to my breasts. He stopped and looked up at me. “I’m going to make you feel good, Cindy.”
Then he moved down between my legs and parted my thighs, licking and probing my sex with his tongue until I was floating on a wave of ecstasy.
“You’re ready, Cindy.” He rose up and centered himself again, this time checking for any signs of hesitation, and when there were none, he pushed his head into my tight hole, stretching me around his cock, until he hit resistance.
His thrust hit me deep, breaking my barriers and demolishing all evidence of my virginity. I winced at the slicing pain as he gently rocked back and forth, and with each stroke, the searing pain ebbed, and all that was left was a delicious ache of pleasure.