Chapter 9
Blaine
I had lived in my place for years and had done a bunch to it to make it feel like home. However, as I pulled up and walked Josie inside, I was seeing my place with a fresh set of eyes. I hadn’t really ever thought about the many different aspects of my life until Josie came around. She really had a way of making me feel like I needed to take a good, long look at things. Not to mention the fact that she was so adorable when she was faced with something new and exciting. I could see how well she would be able to relate to the kids that she taught. Just like at the zoo, when she saw my house, I could see her endearing and natural curiosity sparkle in her eyes. She was giddy, like a kid on Christmas, and she really did care about getting to know every part of my life. I had only known her a few days, but it felt like a lifetime. At the same time, it didn’t feel long enough. I had completely forgotten that I hadn’t brought her to my house before.
Outside, she stood staring up at the five thousand square-foot beach house. Her eyes scanned the white shutters, perfectly manicured grass, and flowers planted along the walkway. I didn’t keep up with yard work since my thumb was more orange than green, but I had some of the best landscapers in Palm Beach to make sure it was neat, tidy, and beautiful from all angles. As we stepped inside, I started to feel slightly awkward. I lived in the lap of luxury with maids and housekeepers keeping every inch of my place clean and sparkling at all times. The floors were redone every few years, the furniture was updated to match the current trends, and the electronics were the best that money could buy. I spent my wealth freely and without restraint, but thinking about Josie’s meager home with run down furniture and old flooring, I couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable showing off my place. I wasn’t purposefully showing off or trying to rub her nose in my wallet. I was pretty sure she already knew that, but it didn’t make me feel much better.
I thought about the velvet picture of Elvis, the overgrown lawn, and the old, stained tile floors in her home. My house was mostly white with exuberant colors blasting from the paintings on the walls. I was pretty sure there wasn’t even a hint of velvet anywhere in my home. At the same time, though, that house was her father’s, and with his issues, I could see Josie holding on to anything that he hadn’t already pawned or sold to feed his gambling addiction. I couldn’t imagine how it would feel to have your own father be so helpless to his vices that he would diminish the comfort and security of his own home at his child’s expense.
As we walked through the living room, Josie stopped and stared up at the eight-foot-tall canvas hanging on the wall. She gasped at the colors vibrating from the space, and I smiled, realizing that she liked art, something I didn’t know about her. I smiled and took her hand, pointing out the stainless steel open kitchen, which she gawked at. I showed her the living room, where she plopped down on the white sofa and ran her fingers over the fabric. Then I took her to my favorite part of the house, the deck. As we walked outside, I heard her “ooh” and “aww” for the fifth time since coming into the house. The sound of the waves crashing in my beach backyard was soothing, and she stared at the infinity pool that reflected the sky. I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, proud that she loved my house the way she did.
“Everything is so perfect,” she said, laughing.
“Yeah, well, that’s not my doing,” I said, sighing. “I have a housekeeper and a maid that keep everything perfect for me. I was actually kind of a messy kid growing up.”
“Really?” She looked surprised.
“Yeah, I blame it on the fact that mother always picked up behind us,” I said. “I never thought about it until I went to college, and my dorm looked like a nuclear explosion. I forgot no one would come behind me and clean up.”
“Yeah, I’m kind of a neat freak,” she said, smiling. “So, I got you.”
“I’ll be right back,” I said, remembering the bottle of wine in the fridge.
I left Josie standing on my deck, looking out over the ocean. I loved to watch her. She was so fascinating, and I was constantly wondering what was going on inside of her brain. I pulled the expensive bottle of chardonnay from the wine cooler and plucked two glasses from the cabinet. As I walked outside, she shook her head and turned around, smiling.
“It’s so beautiful,” she said. “I can’t believe you get to live here.”
“I take it for granted sometimes,” I said, popping the cork out of the bottle and pouring two glasses. “I won’t lie. I am a very lucky man to have a life like this.”
I handed her the glass of wine and clinked her glass, sitting down in the chair for a second as she walked to the edge of the pool. She sipped her wine and stood staring out at the sunset, the colors so beautiful behind us. The sun was already below the horizon, and the stars were shining brightly overhead. It was my favorite time of day, when you could experience the beauty of dusk in one direction and the twinkling stars in the other. Adding to it, Josie looked absolutely gorgeous in front of the colors and the lighting from the pool.
I stood up, putting my glass down and walking over to her. I put my arm around her waist and looked out at the ocean, feeling her tremble slightly at my touch. She turned her face toward mine, and I looked deeply into her eyes, reaching my hand up and caressing her cheek. She leaned her head into my hand, and I smiled, moving down toward her and pressing my mouth against hers. Her lips tasted like the sweet wine she had been sipping, but there nothing compared to how sweet Josie really was. She was more than anything I ever felt like I deserved. She was kind, sweet, and so fucking sexy. Her heartbeat was picking up. I could feel it as my hand moved down to her neck, and I couldn’t imagine a more perfect scenario.
I wasn’t into romance very much, especially since the women I’d gone after before Josie really didn’t need romance to pull them into my life. But right there on that porch, I felt like the scene couldn’t get much more romantic. With the disappearing light on the horizon, the crashing of the waves, the soft lights from the pool, and the extremely sweet wine, I wanted to freeze time right there. I didn’t want to move from that spot, and though my mind was pulling me toward her, my body had other ideas. Her skin was so soft, and she breathed lightly as our lips moved seductively over each other’s.
I reached down and took the glass from her hands, setting it down on the edge of the deck. I turned toward her, putting both hands on each side of her face and pulled her into my kiss. I pressed hard against her face, pushing my emotions into high gear. She groaned softly as I enticed her lips open with my tongue and tasted every corner of her mouth. She reached her arms up around my neck and pressed her tits against my chest. I could feel her chest heaving up and down, her breath increasing and the kiss becoming something more, something primal. I ran my hands down her back and cupped her ass, picking her up into my arms and wrapping her legs around me. I didn’t want to move my lips from hers for even a second, so I walked carefully back into the house and across the living room. As I turned to go down the hall, she grasped onto my neck, sending waves of passion through my body. I turned my head and dug into her kiss, harder and deeper.
As we entered my room, I walked toward the bed, releasing my lips from hers and carefully laying her across the plush white comforter. She looked up at me with heaving breasts, her eyes darkened, and her hair now pulled free from the ponytail and spread across the bed above her. I climbed toward her and tossed her sandals on the floor. Slowly, I reached up and unbuttoned her jeans, pulling the zipper down. Her pale white skin glistened over the top of her blue satin panties. I pulled her jeans down and took them off, one leg at a time. She sat up slightly as I inched her top up and over her head, tossing it to the side and kissing her lips as I unclasped her bra. Her large perky breasts bounced out, her nipples hard as rocks.
I moved my face down her neck, trailing my lips over her skin as I rubbed my hands up her stomach. She breathed heavily as my mouth moved over her tits, sucking her nipple into my mouth. I could feel her hand glide through my hair as I nibbled and sucked at her heaving breasts. While my mouth did the work on one, my hand massaged the other, and I held back my desire to completely ravage her perfect body. She deserved to be cherished, to be held, and to be shown just how much I wanted her. I wanted to worship every inch of her, to the point that neither of us could stand it any longer. She leaned her head back and moaned as my body pressed against hers, her legs already spread apart and waiting for me to come to her.
I moved from her breasts and kissed down her stomach, shifting my head from side to side until I reached the edge of her panties. I pulled them down slightly and licked her skin, feeling her body clench in anticipation. I lifted up, pulled her panties from her body, and looked down at her bulging pussy. I scooted down on the bed and took off my shirt and shorts, throwing them to the floor and laying on my stomach. I could tell she wanted my mouth on her, but I wanted her to want me so badly, she couldn’t stand it. I pushed her legs up and leaned into her upper thighs, kissing her skin and grazing it with my tongue. She arched her back and lifted her hips, inviting me in, but I wasn’t going to fall for it. I ran my tongue down each of her thighs, watching her body writhe and wiggle beneath me. She reached down and grazed her own body with her hands, touching right above the folds of her wet mound.
I pulled my body forward, dragging my rock-hard cock beneath over her pussy, feeling her hips widen and her legs open up around my waist. She groaned as I pushed down, feeling my shaft rubbing against her wetness. My mouth met hers, and she reached up, pulling my head down and kissing me with passion. She ran her lips across my face and sucked on my earlobe, sending chills down my spine. She was so damn sexy, I could barely contain myself. As she let go of my ear, she leaned up and puckered her lips, whispering softly, but deeply.
“Put your mouth on me,” she said.