28
Emily
“So what were you gentlemen talking about?” I had to know, even though it had seemed amiable enough.
He hesitated a minute before he answered, which made me nervous. “Oh, you know, the usual guy stuff.” I could tell he was teasing me.
“Why are you being coy, Mr. Baldwin?”
“Because you’re fun to tease, Miss Jensen. If you must know, your father thanked me for helping you have a good time tonight.”
Wow, that was not what I had expected. Although if I really thought about it, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had that much fun at one of these events. My life had been pretty dull for as long as I could remember. Sara was the fun one. I was the serious one. So when was the last time I’d had fun?
Oh yes, paintballing with Chad. That was a really good time. Making out on the couch was pretty sensational. Fooling around in bed was pretty awesome too. Interesting to think that my most fun memories were a result of my budding friendship with this young man from Cali. It would be remiss of me to think it was a coincidence. I was convinced this guy was really good for me. “I did have a lot of fun tonight. Thank you so much for joining me.”
“Believe me, it was my pleasure. There was excellent food and wine, a talented band, and, of course, a stunning date,” he said to me as he put his arm around me.
“Stunning? I don’t know about that,” I told him. No one had referred to me as stunning before – except for Chad earlier in the evening. He said it twice in one night. I could get used to these kinds of compliments. He was very good for my self-esteem.
He turned so we were facing each other. “Yes, stunning.” And then he leaned down and kissed me lovingly. I could feel the goose bumps rushing from one end of my body to the other. He stopped kissing me before I was ready to break the embrace. “Here’s a cab. I’ll have the driver drop you off first if you’d prefer and then take me home. That is, unless you’d like some company?” he asked playfully.
“Well,” I said thoughtfully. “I really don’t want this evening to end.”
“Are you sure?” he asked me gently.
I didn’t hesitate. “Yes!” I said eagerly.
He gave me the most mischievous smile. “It would be my pleasure to accompany you home, Miss Jensen.”
The cabbie dropped us off in front of my place. Chad hopped out of the car first and held the door open for me. He was such a gentleman. He extended his hand to help me out, which I appreciated, since I wasn’t used to wearing high heels. Chad didn’t let go of my hand as we walked into the building.
The doorman held the door open and greeted me by name. He also said hello to Chad, with a large smile. As we took the elevator to the top floor, I could feel the butterflies in my stomach. Although Chad and I had the most incredible make-out sessions known to man, I had never been intimate with another guy except for him. I didn’t include my pathetic one-night stand in a high school relationship as part of my sexual repertoire.
Chad must have sensed my anxiety. I wasn’t sure why I was so nervous, since we’d had such a nice time together the night before. I guessed I was just apprehensive about taking our relationship to the next level and having intercourse with him. I wanted to have sex with him more than anything, but I was still nervous.
As the elevator ascended, he turned to me. “Relax, Emily. I have no intention of pressuring you into doing anything. I’m simply pleased to be able to spend more time with you.”
I was mortified that he could read my mind so clearly. I was also relieved. This guy understood my angst. I wasn’t sure any human being had ever been so in tune with how I was feeling. I was overwhelmed and ecstatic at the same time.
“Thank you,” was the best I could come up with as I put my arms around his waist.
When we entered the apartment, I dropped my purse and shawl on the first chair I passed. “Would you care for a brandy?” I asked him.
“That would be great,” he answered.
I went to the bar and poured two snifters of Courvoisier and walked into the living room to join Chad, who had taken a seat on the couch. He had removed his coat, tie, and shoes. As soon as I sat down, I handed him his glass and lifted mine to toast him.
“To my new friend.”
Chad gave me that magical smile and responded, “To my new friend.”
I took a sip and then set my glass down so I could take my shoes off. I was rubbing my feet when Chad leaned down and grabbed both of my feet so he could put them on his lap.
“Please, let me rub them for you.”
He began to rub my feet, and I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back as I murmured, “God, that feels good. I’ve never had anyone rub my feet before except for when I get pedicures. This feels totally different. Thank you. My feet especially thank you, since they haven’t been confined to high heels in quite a long time.”
Chad laughed. “It’s my pleasure. I don’t understand how any woman can walk in heels for hours on end.” As he continued to rub my feet, I picked up my snifter and sipped on my drink. Every few minutes Chad would take a sip of his as well. We chatted casually about the evening. My ex’s name never came up again, which I was extremely thankful for. I was ready to put that relationship behind me. It was time to move forward.
Occasionally I would feel Chad’s hand wander up to my knee. I didn’t have nylons on, so it felt very provocative. I was experiencing a plethora of feelings I wasn’t sure how to act upon. I was very new to all the sexual feelings invading my body. By the time I’d finished my drink, I was feeling very amorous.
“Thank you again for coming to the gala with me tonight. I had a really great time.”
Chad smiled at me and pulled me onto his lap. I had to lift my dress up so I wouldn’t tear the fabric. I tucked my legs underneath me as my thighs straddled his. This was the position that led to our first sexual encounter. It made me excited just thinking about it. I looked him in the eyes and had the most overwhelming urge to kiss him, so I did. It started out slow and gentle. He tasted a bit like Courvoisier and a whole lot of hot male. The gentle mingling of the tongues didn’t last long. The pressure increased fairly rapidly, and I could feel the intensity rising.
Chad wrapped his arms around my hips and urged me to press my body closer to his. It was impossible not to melt into him. I could feel his hands rub my back and my hips and then my ass. God that felt heavenly. I loved the way his hands caressed my body. I could feel the pressure in my loins. I could also feel how hard he was.
Before I knew what was happening, Chad pulled the front of my bodice down and started kissing my breasts. The sensations were indescribable. He gently bit my nipples. Oh, I liked how that felt. I fumbled at the buttons of his shirt. I needed to feel his skin. I was able to unbutton his shirt in record time. Just looking at his strong pectorals and chiseled abs made me hornier then I thought possible. He released his hands from my body for just a moment to pull his shirt out of his slacks. My hands wandered all over his torso. I loved the strength and heat radiating from his body. I closed my eyes so I could focus on my other senses. I leaned my head back as I savored the sensations pulsating through my body. Our midsections were resting against one another, and I couldn’t help moving that part of my body against his. We rediscovered the rhythm we had on the dance floor. I enjoyed this dance even better.
The more he sucked on my breast, the more frustrated I felt. I found my hands leaving his chest and finding his head. I dropped my face against the top of his head as I pulled his hair. The pressure was building between my legs, and the intensity of our foreplay was becoming unbearable. I was feeling a bit claustrophobic in my dress and really wanted to take it off.
“Could you help me out of this dress?” I asked him.
He looked up at me and smiled. “Stand up,” he commanded.
He helped me stand up and turned me around so he could unzip the back. He took his time as he kissed the back of my neck, my shoulders, and my lower back. I felt him take the dress off of my shoulders and pull it down my body as he continued the butterfly kisses. He knelt down and lifted my feet up one at a time so he could get the dress completely off of my body. I was standing there in just my underwear. It was the first time he was seeing my body.
“God, you are one gorgeous woman,” he said to me as he rubbed his hands all over the back of my body and kept teasing me with gentle kisses.
I turned to face him. “Please stand up,” I instructed him.
He did as he was told. If I was going to be standing in the middle of the living room in my underwear, he was going to have to be dressed the same way. I reached up so I could take off his shirt. “You are overdressed, Mr. Baldwin,” I informed him.
As I pulled his arms out of his sleeves, I buried my face in his chest and inhaled.
“You smell intoxicating,” I admitted.
I decided to reciprocate the gentle kisses because they had elicited such a strong response in me. I was kissing his chest and his stomach when I realized I really wanted to get him out of his pants. I worked my way up to his neck with my mouth as I reached down to unbuckle his belt. It wasn’t as easy as I thought, and I found myself fumbling once again.
“Need help?” I heard him whisper.
“No, I got this,” I told him.
And I did. The next hurdle was to undo his pants so I could enjoy his magnificent physique. I was able to unfasten his pants and pull down his zipper like an expert. The pants fell to the floor once they were undone. I shimmied down his legs, touching him everywhere. I tapped on his left foot so he would lift it up. I released the pants from that leg. I repeated the action on the right. Now he was standing there in his snug boxers. That was so much better.
I made my way back up his body. Since I was so much shorter than he was, I had to get up on my toes to reach his mouth. He could tell that was an effort, so with one quick motion he picked me up, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist and giggled. “I love how strong you are,” I murmured as I started to kiss him. He only kissed me for a minute before he pulled away and looked down.
“You have beautiful breasts. I’ve wanted to suck on them all evening. I haven’t quite had my fill yet. If you don’t mind?” he suggested.
“Please, be my guest.” Since I was being held up in his arms, I wasn’t able to do much besides hang on. I leaned my head back to give him better access to my chest. He ravished me relentlessly, and I couldn’t believe how amazing it felt. Every thing this man did to me was a turn on. “I…um…God, that feels so good,” was all I could say. “I’d really like to touch you,” I mumbled.
He walked over to the end of the couch without letting go of my breasts or me and lifted his leg so he could kick a few pillows on the floor. He gently squatted down so he could rest my head on one of the pillows and my body on the carpet. He continued to suck, tease, and fondle my breasts as he rested his hard, virile body on top of mine.
I found myself writhing underneath him in a type of erotic pain. He obviously paid attention to my cues. “Getting antsy?” he asked? I didn’t have a chance to respond before he said “Let me help you.” He reached his hand inside my panties and went directly to the source of my frustration. When he put his fingers inside of my wet and swollen body, I thought I was going to combust. I couldn’t stop myself from grinding my hips against his hand. I could feel his erection against me, but it wasn’t enough. I needed to feel it in my hand.
The pressure was building. I loved the sexual rides he took me on. I stroked his penis with one hand as I clawed his back with the other. I couldn’t believe how quickly I was about to climax while getting fingered by this absolutely seductive man. The more frustrated I became, the harder I stroked him. We found an intense rhythm that was electrifying. I was completely under his spell and my body could not get enough.
“Chad, I uh…I uh…” I couldn’t even put together a complete sentence. All the blood was between my legs, and it was becoming painful.
“Just relax and let go, baby. I want to feel all of your passion. C’mon, focus on the pleasure…how good it feels…how much you want more…”
Before I could respond to his seductive speech, I found myself quivering from the most intimate part of me. He rubbed my clit with such expertise that I yelled as I came. The orgasm was explosive. I’m not sure if the alcohol made me less inhibited with him, but I felt the release in every square inch of my body. My eyes were closed, and I felt flushed and breathless. Even though I felt a tingly sensation everywhere and was having a difficult time staying focused, I kept stroking him, because my pussy continued to spasm from his touch.
I was interrupted by the most mesmerizing groan. Holy shit. Chad was climaxing along with me. He made a sensual sound and then said my name as his body became even harder and exploded in my hand. It was so exciting; I kept stroking him until I could feel his body calm down.
As I felt myself relax, I began to feel a little shy by what had just happened. I never yelled like that before. Chad must have sensed my apprehension. I felt him pull his hand out of my panties and put his fingers in his mouth. “Now, don’t you taste scrumptious,” he said seductively.
Holy crap, he licked his fingers. I pulled my hands out of his boxers and did the same thing. Oh, it wasn’t as bad as I thought. I had the fleeting memory of Sara telling me that semen tasted kind of gross. It wasn’t gross, just different.
“Not so bad yourself,” I told him.
He laughed and lowered my body so I was lying back down on the pillow. He leaned his body over mine and started kissing me. I was eager to kiss him back. My body was tingling everywhere. After a few minutes, he leaned his head back and looked at me intently in the eyes.
“You OK?” he asked me gently.
“Yeah…better than OK. I just can’t seem to control myself with you.”
“Why would you want to do that? I’m hoping to make you lose control over and over again,” he assured me. “Believe me, that was just the warm-up.”
“You’re definitely taking me out of my comfort zone,” I told him honestly.
“That sounds like the best idea ever. You know, I may just have to make it my mission to provide you with as many orgasms as humanly possible. How does that sound?”
I wasn’t sure if he was serious, but it sounded like a great idea. “Sounds like a plan,” I told him.
He kissed me again lovingly. I felt like I could kiss him forever, but I was really tired. “I hate to say this, Chad, but I’m exhausted. Want to call it a night?”
“Sure. Do you want me to call a cab?”
“Absolutely not. It’s late, and I want you to stay. I love sleeping with you.”
Chad stood up and reached for my hand to help me up. “Let’s go, princess.” He led me toward my room.
I excused myself, snuck into the bathroom, and changed into a nightshirt. I loved wearing oversize T-shirts to bed. I brushed my teeth quickly and used a makeup remover cloth to wipe some of the makeup off. I found an extra toothbrush under the sink and left it on the counter for him.
As I walked out of the bathroom, Chad was walking toward me. He looked at me and smiled. He was standing there still wearing his snug boxer briefs. Holy crap, he was hot. I couldn’t believe how chiseled every muscle on his perfectly sculpted and tanned body was. I stopped dead in my tracks and stared at him.
“Everything OK?” he asked me.
“Uh…yeah. I just can’t believe you stay that fit since we don’t have much time to work out. You look like a Greek God and I just…uh…can’t get over how fucking sexy you are.” The alcohol and our make out sessions compelled me to be as open as possible with this man. “Anyway, I left a new toothbrush in there for you, if you’d like to brush your teeth.” I felt like I was stammering over every word. I’d never realized a man’s body could turn me on so much. His very presence exuded a level of sexuality I never knew existed.
“Thanks. I’d love to brush my teeth.” Chad gave me a huge smile and went into the bathroom, and I stood there trying to figure out what to do. On one hand I was utterly exhausted. On the other hand, I was completely exhilarated. The reasonable side of my brain won out, and I crawled under the covers. I laid there for only a few minutes before Chad exited the bathroom. He walked over to the far side of the bed, turned off the light, and crawled under the covers next to me. I turned toward him so we were facing each other.
“Thank you for tonight,” he said quietly. “I had a great time.”
He made my heart flutter. “No, I need to thank you. Tonight was magical.” I boldly leaned forward and kissed him.
He kissed me back and then said, “OK, enough of this. We need some rest. Roll on your other side.”
I did as I was told. He wrapped his body around mine and started to brush my hair away from my face with his fingertips.
“That feels really nice,” I said sleepily.
“I’m glad. Now go to sleep. Tomorrow is another day that I am thoroughly looking forward to.”
He moved his hand from my head to wrap his arm around my torso. I could totally get used to this. He felt amazing snuggling against me. I put my arm under his, and within a few minutes I was sound asleep.