Chapter Ten
Lainey
Deep down, I knew Calvin was right, I was overthinking everything. I just needed to let go and let this—whatever it was becoming—grow. He finished his wine and while I was taking a sip of mine, he got up from his chair and stood next to me. Now at eye level, I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his pants. He was as ready for me as I was for him. There was a powerful magnetism that had attracted us and drew us together, and I couldn’t resist giving into temptation. I stood up to be next to him.
“Calvin,” I purred, trailing my hand along his chest, my eyes feeling heavy with lust. He looked at me with intrigue and knew immediately what I was leading up to.
“Shall we go upstairs?” he asked.
My pulse raced hearing those words. I was about to make love with this hunk of a man. He made me feel like nothing else in the world existed, but the two of us. My heart practically leaped out of my chest as he took my hand in his, as if to reassure me and let me know this was right for us. When we got to the bedroom, he led me in, closing the door softly behind us. He turned the lights down low, then looked at me from my head to my toes—undressing me with hooded, hungry eyes.
“God, you’re so beautiful, Lainey. Your body, your spirit… everything about you is just… wonderful,” he said seductively.
“It is?” is all I could think to say.
I watched him as he prowled slowly toward me across the polished wooden floor. It felt like he was stalking me like a tiger circled its prey and it felt a little strange, but it turned me on.
He planted soft, sensuous kisses along my neckline and across my collarbone, then smoothed my long blonde hair back from my head. We looked deep into each other’s eyes and there was something unwritten, unspoken—I just felt an incredible connection with him. I leaned in and kissed his soft mouth, our tongues dancing together. He pressed against me and I felt his hardness grow as I rubbed my thighs against the bulge in his jeans.
He broke the kiss and smiled, his eyes sparkling in the soft light as I ground myself against his erection. He pulled my blouse over my head, then gently removed my bra, slipping the straps over my shoulders and expertly unclasping the back with one hand. He slipped it over my arms, exposing my breasts and his face lit up with delight.
“Magnificent,” he praised, looking from one to the other before he leaned down and kissed each of my nipples, sending lightning bolts through my body.
“So are you,” I teased, brightening the hot, seductive mood as I stroked his rock-hard cock, jutting out from his jeans.
His hands softly caressed my breasts, before delivering a quick, firm pinch to each nipple, making them hard and driving me wild. I threw my head back in pleasure after another pinch, then felt deliciously warm wetness as he sucked on one of my breasts. He licked and caressed the pebbling flesh until my core was dripping with need. The other hard nipple begged for his tongue, and he answered its call with tiny nibbles, sucks, and kisses. I tried to quieten my moaning, but he was driving me wild with desire. My wanton spirit took over, and I was so ready to let him take me on this incredible ride of pleasure.
I pressed myself harder against his stiffness, moving back and forth, wanting to feel his body closer to mine. He chuckled while kissing and sucking my breasts, returning my subtle thrusts.
“Mmmm, you feel good, too,” he mumbled, his mouth full of my breast.
He stopped sucking, and we slowed our rhythmic grinding. He caressed my face as he worked his mouth up my chest and neck to my lips. He brushed a kiss across them, then along my jaw to nibble my earlobe. I felt the wetness soaking my panties.
He growled low in my ear, “I’m going to send you to the moon, darlin’, you ready?” His breath was hot and seductive.
I was breathless. I had no words. All I could do was let out a moan and nod my agreement. His hand drifted downward, fingers stroking past my tummy to my pants. Slowly, he unbuttoned my jeans and gently coaxed me to the bed and guided me down to sit on it.
“Lie down, Lainey,” he whispered then slipped my jeans over my knees and tossed them to the floor. I was so wet from all his expert foreplay, I could feel it in the cool air on my inner thighs. He tucked his fingers into my panties and I raised my hips from the bed so he could tug them down, pulling them over my ass.
I prayed he wouldn’t neglect the neediest part of me and I bucked my hips against his hand, hoping he’d touch me. He read my signals perfectly, stroking his thumbs over the wet fabric, pushing it against the soft petals of my sex then swiping them gently over my swollen bud. Pure pleasure flooded my brain as my body convulsed involuntarily, craving for more. He tugged again at my soaking panties and slid them down my legs, tossing them to the floor to join my jeans.
“Another pair for the collection,” he joked, looking at me with smiling eyes and making me giggle at the weird, and somewhat perverted, thought of someone collecting my discarded underwear.
“What did you do with the pair I tossed in your lap last night, anyway?” I asked.
“Ah, they’re safe with me,” he said, nodding toward the drawer in his night stand.
I felt my eyes widen in disbelief. “They’re not in there! Please say they’re not!” I said incredulously.
“I went to bed alone last night, but I wanted to be close to you, the essence of you. So, yeah, they really are in there.”
“Oh, God, no! Well, I hope you’ve got a Victoria’s Secret in your poky little town,” I said after I’d stopped laughing. “I’ll be out of panties in no time at the rate you’re scooping them up for your ‘collection’, and this is only day two!”
“Nope. We don’t have those fancy places here. I think there’s a store that sells some grammy panties that stop just short of the knee, but I don’t wanna even think about those right now. I just want to taste you,” he growled as he dropped to the floor beside the bed, pushing my legs apart and lowering his head between my thighs. “I want to feel your warm, sweetness against my mouth. I want to make you come.”
“Oh… um… okay then,” I said, giggling when I felt the scruff of his beard tickle my pussy, but the tickling soon turned to the most incredible sensation when I felt his soft lips against my lady parts. I grabbed his hair playfully and tried to pull him up to me, but he wasn’t moving from where he was. The feeling of his mouth, licking and sucking my pussy lips sent rockets of pleasure coursing through my body. I twisted and thrust back at him with a tight, mounting tension that was sure to explode all over him.
“Oh, fuck, that’s incredible. I’m… I’m going to…” I breathed frantically, unable to get the words out.
“Let it go, baby girl,” he said as he kissed my stomach then went back down to my pussy and swiped his tongue up and down the folds. I felt a powerful orgasm building as he slid his tongue inside me and made quick stabs with the tip against my inner walls, then licked up to my swollen clit in a delicious rhythm.
That was it. I couldn’t take any more, and a shiver sliced through my body. I didn’t care if anyone heard me. I screamed out as my climax hit, coming hard all over his mouth and tongue. I heard him groan with delight as my juices spread across his face. Fuck, that was so hot hearing him enjoying my orgasm with me. I let my fingers dance in his hair as he kissed my thighs and stomach, letting me come down from my peak of ecstasy.
“Oh, god, that was amazing,” I rasped, breathlessly.
“Why, thank you, ma’am,” he teased in his sexy southern accent. I propped myself up on my elbows to watch him continue to love my lower body. I felt excitement mount again, but I wanted to return the favor before he had me rocketing to the moon once more.
I pulled at his hair. “Come on up here, cowboy. Your turn,” I said as I tugged for him to come closer to me. I didn’t have the energy to move him, but if he’d just come up off his knees and onto the bed, I’d show him how this city girl could make a country boy beg for mercy. He’d be crying for his momma by the time I’d finished with him.
He ducked out of his pants, leaving him completely naked with his stone hard cock waving about in the air and pulled out a square foil wrapper from one of the pockets. He tore it open with his teeth, throwing the foil to the floor and rolled the contents over his stiff length. He then pounced onto the bed and put one arm around me, pulling me closer.
“I want this to be all about you,” he said as he put the other hand on my ass and lifted my leg around his waist. My pussy was wet, ready, and wanting—fully prepared for the invasion of his stiff cock. He pulled me to him and rocked his hips against my legs as he kissed me, deeply. I felt his erection, hard and slick, sliding in and out between my legs, grazing my pussy lips with each stroke.
I wanted him inside me more than anything as he positioned his thighs between mine, angling himself at my dripping wet center and I felt his cock nudging my lips apart. He groaned and looked into my eyes.
“I’ve wanted to make love with you since the minute we met,” he said earnestly. “There’s something about you that drives me crazy.”
I’d never felt so adored as I wiggled my pussy on his stiff, wet cock. “Then take me,” I breathed into his ear. “Take me now.”
He pushed his hips closer to mine and slipped slowly inside me, both of us letting out a low moan. He moved gently and slowly at first and I felt his exquisite hardness filling me completely as we laid side-by-side. I kissed his hairy chest and the bulges of his pecs that were so perfectly defined as he rocked in and out of me. I planted wet kisses on his nipples, sliding my tongue over them and tasting his muskiness while he groaned in pleasure.
I wanted him inside me—harder, and deeper. I grabbed his ass and wiggled my way under him, my breasts grazing his chest and peaking with excitement again. I hoped he could feel what he was doing to me—my body electrified with intense pleasure as he shifted on top of me.
I wrapped my legs around him, my ankles resting on the backs of his thighs and feeling his exquisite fullness building me up to another unbelievable orgasm. He kept it slow and sensuous, planting sweet kisses on my neck and collarbone. His hot breath feathered across my chest and my aching nipples peaked in response as he took them into his mouth. I begged for more.
“I want you in me, deeper,” I moaned.
“Like this?” he teased as he thrust himself hard into me.
“Oh my God, yes!” I yelped as the sudden invasion stung with a delicious kind of pain. I grabbed his back, shimmering with sweat and heat as he rocked hard into me again. “Ahhhh,” I cried, holding him tight against me. My ankles pressed into his legs, spurring him on, then he propped himself up on his elbows and smiled a devilish smile.
“Hold on to me,” he commanded as he started pumping in and out of me in long, hard strokes. I held onto his ass with both hands, pulling him into me as deep as I could. I spread my legs wide as he hammered his thickness in and out of me then felt a ball of sensation tighten in my stomach, and I knew I was about to come.
I gently bit his shoulder as he pulled out and bucked into me in a wonderful rhythm, gripping my hips as he moved at that sweet, torturous pace. It seemed every muscle of his body rippled as he brought himself in and out of me and my climax bloomed out of control. His eyes caught mine—full of heat, lust, and passion.
“Come for me, baby,” he whispered. “I want to watch you come.” That was it. I felt the mounting tension and my climax coming closer and closer until I couldn’t hold it any longer. I exploded. Electricity running up and down my body, my brain awash with pleasure, crying out his name as my orgasm hit me like a freight train.
He slowed down, my fevered breathing becoming quieter as I came down from my climax. The air was thick with heat and the heady aroma of sex. I didn’t know if it was love blossoming between us—it seemed far too soon for that—but Calvin was one of the most caring lovers I’d ever been with. As he let my passion still, I felt his thick length still lodged deep within me.
“Thanks for sending me to the moon, but it’s no fun up here without you,” I purred. He didn’t protest when I rolled him onto his back and straddled him, pressing my slick folds onto his cock and sliding back and forth along its rigid length.
“Jeez, Lainey, that feels so good,” he said, closing his eyes and letting out a low groan as I rocked my body against his. The head of his cock pushed against my lips, plowing them apart, making me gasp each time it rubbed against my clit, until I slipped it into my eager pussy once more. His dick towered deep inside me as I rode him, plunging down hard onto him then pulling myself up to the very tip of his rock-hard cock.
My butt cheeks slapped his thighs every time I came down on him, slowing my rhythm whenever I felt him twitch inside me. I wanted to make this last for him, but the more I rode him, the more I felt I was going to come again as he met my downward plunges by thrusting his hips up hard and holding my hips.
His eyes never left mine and looked so full of passion as he watched me make love to him. “Fuck, I’m coming, Lainey,” he said, his breathing heavy. “I’m gonna explode.” He closed his eyes and grabbed my hips with both hands, pulling me down hard onto him as he grunted out his orgasm. His body shook and convulsed as he thrust his hips hard against me, throwing his head back in the last throes of his climax.
“Not bad for a city girl, huh?” I asked, gently rubbing my hands up and down his chest and stomach. He smiled and opened his eyes, looking deeply into mine.
“Not bad. Room for improvement,” he joked.
“What?” I said, slapping his arm. “You just had the best fuck of your life, mister country boy, and you know it,” I said, returning his smile. I was just about jump off him in mock indignance at what he’d said when he raised his arms from my hips to my shoulders and pulled me down to him, crushing his soft lips against mine in a long, deep, passionate kiss. He threaded his fingers in my hair, cradling my head, and the other arm held me tight against him like he never wanted to let me go. I’d never felt so loved and desired in that moment.
When we eventually broke the kiss, I rolled off him and we laid on the bed next to each other, just basking in the afterglow of our love making. We didn’t speak for a while—no words needed. I felt so comfortable lying naked next to him as his fingers traced the contours of my body while mine made lazy circles around his hard abs.
Eventually, he broke the silence. “I’m so happy you’re here, Lainey. Words can’t describe how good it is to be with you.”
“You don’t need words… let’s just enjoy each other,” I said, kissing his forehead. We laid there for a while longer, just talking, touching, kissing and being together then it started to get a little cold. I curled into his nakedness as I continued to swirl my fingers in the hairs on his chest and started to feel horny again.
“Do you want to shower with me?” I asked, my eyes wide and expectant.
“I’d love to,” he answered.
“Also,” I added, “next time… I mean, I hope there is a next time—” I felt anxious for a moment.
“Oh, there will be many, many next times,” he assured me.
“Great. Well, just so as you know, I’m on the pill. I mean, I haven’t been with a lot of men or anything, but you know… well, women should… it’s better to be regular.” Holy shit. Shut up, Lainey! Suddenly, I felt like a gynecologist.
“Oh… um… right,” he smiled, stroking the hair from my face.
“Anyway, what I’m trying to say is I would love it if you came inside me next time. It’s okay. I mean, I trust you.” Awkward.
He kissed me.
“You can absolutely trust me, and I can’t wait for that. Now, let’s go take that shower,” he said, playfully slapping my bare ass, sending delightful sensations to my still wet pussy.
We got up, naked and sweaty, and hit the shower. It felt great standing under the warm water. Just what my jellied muscles needed. The soap smelled amazingly fragrant as we lathered up our bodies. I turned around to wash him, noticing every rippling muscle of his body… and that vee... oh my God, I’d gone to heaven.
His skin was sunbaked a delicious shade of brown and he was lean from hard work. I was intoxicated by him—so flawless. As I moved my way down his body, I rubbed my soapy hands over his balls and cock, happy to see it growing hard again. I looked up at him and gave him a snarky smile.
“Well, well. What do we have here?” I asked as I lightly stroked him.
“Someone who’s very happy,” he smiled back.
He took the bar of soap from me, and gently turned me around, stopping me from stroking his growing erection. He soaped up his rough hands and ran them over my body, massaging my back and neck as he carefully washed every inch of me. I leaned back on him, feeling his stiff erection pressing against my ass. He lathered the soap into my neck then around to my chest, taking special care with each excited breast. His hand trailed downward as he soaped my stomach and hips. I wiggled my ass into him, urging him to go lower and felt his chest vibrate with his chuckling.
“You always so ready?” he laughed. “Let me enjoy the landscape first, before you go blowing my mind again.”
I playfully rolled my eyes as he lathered up his hands again and placed the soap back into its holder. He surprised me by kissing my neck, then he licked it up to my earlobe and said in a low sexy voice, “You ready for this?”.
He reached around my body and slid one soapy hand down over my tummy. I shivered in anticipation then it slid further to between my legs. His fingers slid up and down my folds, washing my pussy and exciting me again. He pressed his erection harder against my ass, making me buck into him and rubbing it up and down his hardness.
As soon as he’d covered my pussy in suds, he slipped his hand around my back and trailed his fingers down my spine. He cupped each of my cheeks then slid a fingertip down to my tight, puckered hole and rubbed it in small circles before slipping it gently inside.
My eyes widened to what felt like the size of dinner plates. “Oh my god,” I breathed as he gently pushed his finger into my butt, filling me with intensely erotic sensations.
“Is this okay?” he smoldered.
“Mmm hhhmm,” I blathered. “Just kinda surprising for a first date,” I giggled as he slowly slid his finger in and out of my hole. No man had ever done that to me before, but it felt incredible. Calvin was turning out to be a very skilled lover.
“Well, it’s not really a first date,” he countered. “We did almost make out the first night I met you,” he said with a small laugh.
His other hand reached around to my slick pussy and stroked my swollen lips before slipping inside. It felt like electricity flowed through my whole body, my legs trembling as I writhed on him, finger fucking my ass and pussy. I came so hard, mewling and purring as ecstasy gripped me, my legs almost buckling with my orgasm. He gently pulled his fingers out of me and two strong arms wrapped themselves around me, holding me up.
I felt his erection nudging my ass cheeks, and I spread my legs, bent forward and gripped the handrail fixed to the tile in front of me. The tip of his cock was slick with pre-come as he pushed past my ass cheeks and into my pussy. I let out a moan as he entered me deeply from behind and pumped in and out of me, filling me up again with his incredible body. It felt so good as I braced myself against the wall as his pace quickened.
I had to feel his body, next to mine, so I stood a little straighter and leaned into him as he pumped in and out of me. Two big hands were fondling my breasts and pinching my nipples as the water cascaded down on us. I lost my breath as I came again. I could barely think, my mind so full of desire. He thrusted hard and shouted my name as he came deep inside me, his hot come filling my pussy before trickling down my thigh.
I just wanted to stay with him inside me… forever.