Julie stared at the front of her dark house.  She didn’t want to go alone into that giant, empty house filled with nothing but memories of her father belittling her.  What she wanted was to bring Court with her, to take him to her bed and have him touch her and bring her the same pleasure he had brought her earlier. 

She was thirty years old and she’d just had her very first orgasm.  She knew that other women in their teens and twenties had experimented with their bodies, using their own touch to find pleasure, but she never had.  She was too afraid her father would hear her.  Afraid that he would somehow know what she was doing and ridicule her even further.  That he would use it as further proof that she would be alone forever.

Now, only half an hour after her first sweet taste of pleasure, she was craving it again.  Her core – pussy, she thought, let’s not be coy, it’s your pussy – was aching and throbbing and she was acutely aware of Court’s scent, of his overwhelming, thoroughly intoxicating maleness, and she wanted him desperately.

Taking a deep breath, she turned to face him.  “Would you like to come in?  I could make you coffee or…something.”

He glanced at his watch.  “I’d better not, Julie.  It’s getting pretty late.”

Her stomach dropped and she nodded.  “Right, of course.  Good night, Court.  Thank you, I had a lovely time.”

Her face burning, she reached for the door handle.  Faintly, she could hear Court cursing and then he was sliding across the seat and pulling her into his arms.  He kissed her, his tongue sliding into her mouth and cutting off her protest.

After a few heady moments, he pulled back.  He was panting and his eyes were dark with need.  “You really don’t understand how much I want to come into your house with you, Julie.  How badly I want to carry you to your bed, strip off your clothes and sink my cock deep into your warm, tight pussy.”

Her breath rushed out of her in a trembling sigh and she stared at him.  She had never been so turned on in her life, and she wondered if he would find it strange if she asked him to repeat his words.

He sighed harshly and rested his forehead on hers as she stroked his back.  “I want that too, Court.  So come inside with me.”

“You promised me two dates, remember?”  He replied.  “Next time, I’ll come in.”

“Do you promise?”  She whispered.

He nodded.  “Yes.  Now,” he kissed her again, a sweet and gentle one that sent shivers down her spine, “you’d better go before I change my mind.”

“Good night, Court.”

“Good night, Julie.”

 

* * *

 

“So?  How did it go?  Did you convince the sweet little virgin to keep her legs closed?”

Cal was sitting on his couch, drinking a beer and eating a sandwich, when Court let himself into his apartment.

“Why are you eating my food?”  He dropped his keys on the side table and pulled off his boots before collapsing on the couch next to his brother.

Cal shrugged.  “I was hungry and I didn’t have any food at my place.  So – did you convince her?”

Court flicked on the TV and stared at the screen.  At the start of the date he’d had every intention of convincing Julie that she didn’t want to lose her virginity to him.  But that was before he had kissed her.  Before he had tasted the sweetness of her lips and heard her husky moans of need.  He had lost control tonight and when Julie had invited him in, he had come very close to just saying ‘fuck it’ and joining her in her bed. 

He wanted Julie.  He hardly knew her, and two days ago he’d had no desire to be in any kind of relationship – thanks to Janine – but there was something about her that called to him.  He decided it was a combination of her sweetness and her fragility that appealed to him.  He had never met anyone like her before, and he was a little alarmed by the feelings of protectiveness she brought out in him.

“Earth to Court?  Hey?  Did you convince her?”  Cal nudged him with his foot and Court gave him a dirty look.

“None of your business, Cal.”

Cal arched his eyebrow and took a large bite of the sandwich.  “None of my business?”  He mumbled around the bread.  “Interesting.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Cal shrugged.  “Only that it’s easy to tell when you actually like a woman because you refuse to talk about it.  You’ve gone on one date with this chick and technically, she paid you to do it.  I mean, I’m getting the money but still…”

He dropped his sandwich on the plate sitting on his lap and fished out his cell phone.  “That reminds me.”  He checked the time and sent off a quick text.

“What are you doing?”  Court asked.

“Letting Vanessa know what time the date finished.  You went longer than the four hours, little brother.”

Court rolled his eyes.  “I was born two minutes after you, Cal.  Give the little brother thing a rest, would you?”

Cal laughed and pinched his cheek.  “You’ll always be my baby brother.”

“Knock it off!”  Court punched him in the arm and Cal winced before picking up his sandwich again.

“So, you obviously like this woman.  Can I assume that you took care of the poor woman’s virginity problem?”

Court didn’t answer and Cal sighed.  “Let me know if I should be expecting another date with her or not.”

“Yes.  One more,” Court replied.

“Only one?” 

“Yes,” he said shortly.

Cal studied him for a moment.  “All kidding aside, Court, I think you should take a step back.  Nothing’s going to happen between you and this woman, you know that right?  I mean, she’s paying you – me – to take her virginity.  She obviously doesn’t want a relationship with a man.  If she did, she’d be out there hitting the bars like a normal woman.”

“She’s perfectly normal!”  Court snapped.  “She’s just shy and embarrassed that she’s a virgin at thirty.”

“Thirty!”  Cal whistled.  “Jesus, she really is an old maid.”

“Shut up, Cal,” Court said warningly.

“Well, why the hell is she still a virgin?  She’s not ugly.  In fact, she’s pretty cute.  Did you ask her why she hasn’t bumped uglies with someone?”

Court sighed.  “She alluded to her dad being pretty controlling and it sounds like he did a pretty good number on her self-esteem.  She thinks she’s ugly.”

Court took another bite of his sandwich and chewed noisily before swallowing.  “You do know that you can’t have a relationship with her, right?  Even if you convinced her to date you outside of the escort agency, she thinks you’re me.  What do you think she’ll do when she finds out you’ve been lying to her?”

“I know, Cal!”  Court replied grumpily.  “I don’t want a relationship with her.  I want to stop her from doing something she’ll regret.”

“Which is why you’re going on a second date with her?”

“Yes.”

“So you’ll convince her to save herself for marriage or her one true love or whatever, and then you’ll never see her again.  Is that right?”

“Yes,” he repeated.

Cal laughed.  “You let me know how that works out for you, baby brother.”

 

* * *

 

“Oh, Julie,” Mary breathed quietly, “you look gorgeous.”

Julie gave her an earnest look.  “Do you really think so?”

Mary stood up from Julie’s bed and turned her around so she was facing the full length mirror.

“Are you kidding me, Jules?  You’re a goddamn knockout.  He’s not going to know what hit him.”

Julie stared at herself.  She was wearing a dark blue dress that hugged her full figure.  The skirt was above her knees and she pulled a little self-consciously at it before studying her cleavage.  The neckline was very low and, thanks to the push-up bra she was wearing, a ridiculous amount of her breasts was showing.  She had never worn something so revealing before and she tried to tug the neckline of the dress up with one hand while pulling at the bottom of the dress with the other.

Mary slapped at her hands and tugged the neckline back to its proper spot.  “Leave it, Jules.”

“It’s too low, Mare.  My nipples are almost showing,” she protested.

Mary laughed and slapped her lightly on the ass.  “No, they’re not.  Now, come sit down and let me finish your make-up.”

She led Julie to the attached bathroom and pulled a pack of eye shadow from the bag sitting on the counter.  She closed the toilet lid and motioned for Julie to sit down.  Julie perched carefully on the toilet before giving Mary a look of horror.  “The dress is too short!  The top of my stockings are showing.”

Mary laughed.  “They’ll be hidden under the table.  Don’t worry about it.  Just, for God’s sake, if you drop something remember to squat not bend to pick it up.”

She carefully brushed the shadow onto Julie’s eyelids.  “So,” she said casually, “you never really gave me the details of your first date with Cal.  How did it go?”

“Good.  He took me to the fair and won me the cutest stuffed elephant.  We walked around and he took me on the Ferris wheel.  I’ve never been on one before.”

“I know you haven’t,” Mary said gently.  She used a larger brush to apply blush to Julie’s cheeks.  “What else did you do?”

“We climbed to the top of this hill – oh god, Mare, I was panting so hard it was embarrassing – and then we talked for a bit.  Court said - ”

“Court?”  Mary interrupted.

“Oh, uh…”  Julie gave her a nervous look.  “The agency asks them not use their real names but Court told me his real name.”

“Did he?”  Mary said in a neutral voice.

“Uh-huh.  I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone though so don’t let it slip when he gets here tonight, okay?  Anyway, we watched the fireworks from the top of the hill and then he took me home,” Julie replied.

“That was it?”  Mary asked.

“Yes,” Julie lied.

Mary gave her a scrutinizing look.  “Did you know that when you’re lying, your left eye twitches?”

“It does not!”  Julie protested.

“Yes, it does.  It’s why I can always tell when you’re lying.  Even when we were kids, Jules.”

Julie blushed and licked her lips as Mary arched her eyebrows at her.  “Did you have sex with him?”

“No,” Julie replied.

“What did you do?”  Mary prompted.

“We – we kissed and made out a little during the fireworks,” Julie replied.  She loved Mary but she wasn’t going to give her the exact details of what had happened.  She wanted to keep that memory to herself.  It was too sweet and special to share.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes, very much.”  Julie couldn’t stop the grin from crossing her face.

“So why didn’t you sleep with him?”  Mary asked.

“Court asked me to give him two dates.  He wants to make sure this is, you know, what I really want to do.”

Mary frowned.  “Sounds like an easy way to make some extra money.  String you along by pretending he’s concerned about you.”

“No, it’s not like that.  He said he would take my virginity on the second date if that was what I wanted.”

“And is it?”

“Yes.  The way Court makes me feel, I’ve never felt anything like it before.”  She blushed and gave Mary a nervous look.  “I want him so badly, Mare.”

Mary was giving her an odd look and she set the make-up brush down before crouching and taking Julie’s hands.  “Jules, you’re not falling for this guy, are you?”

“What?”  Julie said.  “No, of course not.”

“That’s good because, honey, you know he doesn’t care for you, right?  I mean, it doesn’t sound like he’s cold-hearted and he’s obviously got morals, but you haven’t forgotten he’s being paid for this, have you?”

“No, I haven’t, Mary,” Julie said a bit crossly and pulled her hands free.  “I might be naïve and a bit clueless but I’m not stupid.  I know Court is only being nice to me because I’m paying him to.”

“That isn’t what I meant,” Mary said soothingly.  “I only meant that it’s not a good idea to get too attached to this guy.”

“This was your idea.  Remember, Mary?  Get my stupid v-card out of the way so I could find someone to have a relationship with.  Are you telling me that I shouldn’t go through with it now because Court is a nice guy?”

“No, not at all,” Mary replied.  “But,” she took Julie’s hands again and held them tightly, “don’t get attached to him, all right?  Keep a level head and remember that you’re going to sleep with this guy so that you can find someone to have a real relationship with.  You don’t want to go thinking that you can have a relationship with an escort.  That isn’t going to happen, honey.”

“I know it isn’t,” Julie said.  “Now, hurry up and finish.  Court will be here any minute.”

 

* * *

 

Court straightened his tie before ringing the doorbell.  Julie had called the day after the fair and set up an appointment for tonight.  Cal had asked what he wanted to do and Court had directed him to tell Julie he would be taking her out for a formal dinner.

The door opened and he stared in surprise at the slim redhead standing in front of him.  “Oh, hi.  I was looking for Julie?”

“Come on in.  You’re Cal, right?”  The woman replied.

“Yes.”  He stood in the hallway as the woman looked him up and down.

“My name is Mary. I’m Julie’s best friend.”

“It’s nice to meet you.”  He shook her hand and she led him down the hallway and into the living room.

“It’s nice to meet you too.  Julie will be right down.”

“Thanks.”

“You bet.  Can I get you a drink?”  Mary asked.

“No, thank you.  I - ”

He stopped, his eyes widening as he looked behind Mary’s shoulder.

Mary turned to see Julie standing in the doorway.  “Hello, doll.”

“Hi, Mary.  Hi, Cal.”

“Hello, Julie.”  He didn’t recognize his own voice.  It was hoarse with need and desire and he cleared his throat as Mary gave him a knowing grin.

Julie, dressed in a form-fitting blue dress and heels, looked like a goddess.  He licked his lips and tried not to stare at the gorgeous amount of cleavage on display as Mary grinned again and picked up her purse.

“Well, I’m going to head out.  Have fun, Jules.”  She kissed Julie on the cheek before nodding to Court and leaving.  They heard the front door close and Julie gave Court a nervous smile.

“How are you?”

“Speechless.”

“Is that good or bad?”  She asked.

“Good.  Very, very good.  You look amazing, Julie.”  He walked toward her and had to stop himself from tracing his fingers over her exposed cleavage.

“Thank you, Court.”  She flushed prettily at the dark look of desire he was giving her.

He took a deep breath and looked away from her, desperate for a distraction that would stop him from pushing her to the couch and taking her right there.  Her dark hair was sleek and shiny and her lips were painted a soft red, and he couldn’t stop taking quick peeks at her cleavage.  He took another deep breath and stuck his hands into his pockets.

“You have a really nice home.”

“Thank you.”  She hesitated.  “Would you like a tour before we leave?”

“Sure.”  He checked his watch.  “We’ve got plenty of time before our reservation.”

“All right.  Well, this is the living room.”

He took a quick look around the room before following her down the hallway to the kitchen.

“This is the kitchen – obviously.”  She gave a nervous laugh.

“It’s very… shiny.”

She laughed and inspected the gleaming white cupboards and the stainless steel appliances.  “Yes, it is.”

He followed her from room to room, admiring each of them, until they reached a doorway at the end of the hallway.

“This was my father’s study.”  She opened the door but didn’t go in and he stuck his head in and peered around.  It was a large room, dominated by a mahogany desk in the middle of the room.  He peered at the painting above the fireplace.  It was of a man and a little girl and they wore identical looks of solemnity.  It was easy to see that the little girl was Julie, and he studied her carefully before his gaze switched to the man.

“Holy shit,” he said.  “Your father is Peter Winslow?”

She nodded and he gave her a look of surprise.  “Peter Winslow, the artist?”

“Yes.  You know his work?”

“I do.  I’m a big admirer of it, actually.”  As a child, he had always been fascinated by art and had taken a few art classes throughout the years.

He glanced at her.  “I thought I recognized the paintings in the hallway.”

“They were all painted by my father.”

He stared thoughtfully at her for a moment.  “Your father was very well-known.”

“He was,” she acknowledged.  “He did very well for himself.”

“Very well for himself?”  He grinned a little.  “Your father was a goddamn millionaire.”

“Yes.”  She hesitated.  “Now you know why I don’t work.”

“I guess you don’t need a job when you’re the daughter of a millionaire.”

“I didn’t,” she said simply.  “But I wanted to work.”  She was suddenly afraid that he would think her lazy.  “After I finished high school I wanted to become an architect.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“The university I wanted to attend was in another state and my father didn’t want me moving so far away.  He would have been, you know, lonely,” she said awkwardly.

“Right.”  He followed her as she closed the door and started up the large staircase in front of them.

“Do you like to paint?”

She laughed a little bitterly.  “No, I’m afraid I didn’t get any of my father’s artistic gifts.  I can barely draw a stick figure.  You can imagine how disappointed he was by that.”

She led him through the maze of hallways, showing him room after room.  Many of them were either completely empty or the furniture was covered in dust cloths. 

“Christ, this house is huge,” he muttered after she led him down yet another hallway.

“It is,” she agreed.  “Too big for one person.”

“Why don’t you sell it?”

She shrugged.  “My father would be horrified if I sold it.”

The walls were lined with more of her father’s work and he studied each one carefully as they walked down the hallways.  She stopped and smiled at him.  “Do you like to paint, Court?”

“I do,” he confessed.  “I even thought about majoring in art after high school.”

“Why didn’t you?”

He shrugged.  “I fell in with a bad crowd for a few years.  Nothing too serious.  I didn’t go to jail or anything like that, but I smoked some weed and drank too much and generally sat around on my ass doing nothing.”

“Really?”

He nodded.  “Yeah.  It would have gotten much worse but my dad - he’s not one for sitting by idly watching his children destroy their futures - he took me away to our cabin in the mountains for a few months.  I didn’t want to go.  I was twenty-two and hotheaded and stupid, but he tied me up and drove me up there.  Once we were there, it was either stay with dad at the cabin or die trying to get off the mountain.”

“He tied you up?”  She was giving him a shocked look and he grinned a little.

“Yup.  Don’t worry - I didn’t go all mountain man crazy or anything like that.  In fact, it was what I needed to get my head straight.”

“Anyway, after I came back I needed some money to pay off my debt so I started working construction for a few years.”  He stopped as Julie looked at him expectantly.  He had started his own construction company just over two years ago and although he wasn’t rich, he did okay for himself.  He had actually broke even this year and if he continued at his current pace he might make a profit next year.  He couldn’t tell any of that to Julie though so he just cleared his throat and smiled at her.

“Construction doesn’t pay a whole lot so I started doing this to supplement my income.”

“So you still do construction?”  She asked.

He hesitated and unable to completely lie to her, nodded his head.  “Yes.  Not as much as I used to but, yeah.”

She smiled.  “I thought you worked outside.”

“How did you know?”

She took his hand and stroked the calluses that were on it.  “Your hands.”

He laughed.  “Yeah, I’ve got rough hands.”

She blushed.  “I don’t mind.  I think they’re nice.”

She gave him a look of such earnest desire that he had to take a step back before he pushed her up against the wall and kissed her.  She quickly masked the look of disappointment that crossed her face and continued to the next room.

“This is my bedroom.”

He stepped into the room and stared curiously around.  Unlike the rest of the rooms that had a cold and almost sterile feel to them, this one was warm and inviting.  It was painted a deep yellow and the walls were adorned with colourful prints.  A large multi-coloured quilt hung on the wall above her bed.

“That’s nice.”  He motioned to the quilt.

“Thank you.  My mother made it while she was pregnant with me.”

He didn’t reply.  His gaze had dropped to her bed.  She hadn’t made it and he stared at the rumpled sheets and the slight indent in her pillow.  Her nightgown, a flimsy yellow piece of silk, was lying on the foot of her bed.  His cock hardened in his pants as he imagined Julie wearing it.  He could almost see her lying in her bed, dressed only in that wisp of fabric, and waiting for him.  It was too easy to imagine climbing into her bed and curling up next to her warm body.  Too easy to picture her arms wrapping around him while he kissed and caressed every inch of her naked skin.

“Court?”  She laid a soft hand on his arm.  “Are you okay?”

He nodded and made himself look at her.  She inhaled sharply and his eyes dropped to her chest.  She was breathing rapidly, her breasts rising and falling in that magnificent dress, and her hand tightened on his arm.

“We should go,” he said thickly. 

“I – I don’t want to,” she whispered.  She stepped closer and pressed her supple body against him.

“Julie,” he groaned, “we should have dinner and talk first.”

“Talk about what?”  She bit her bottom lip and then leaned in and placed a soft, warm kiss on his throat.

His hands gripped her full hips briefly before moving to her ass and squeezing hard.  She moaned and clung tightly to him before kissing his throat again.

“We need to talk about what you’re asking me to do.”  He could barely think past the desire coursing through his veins.  “Are you sure – absolutely sure – that this is what you want?”

She nodded immediately.  “I’m sure.  Please, Court.  I want you to be my first.”

He took a deep breath and she pressed a soft and trembling kiss on his mouth.  “Show me how to make you feel good, Court.”

He groaned and captured her mouth with his.  He thrust his tongue past her lips as she pushed his suit jacket off his shoulders and yanked at his tie.  He stepped back long enough to pull his tie over his head before unbuttoning his shirt and letting it join his jacket on the floor.

She stared at his naked chest, her lips trembling, as she eyed the taut muscles of his abdomen.  Her eyes drifted lower, to his erection pushing noticeably against his pants, and she swallowed.

“You want me.”

“Of course I do,” he whispered.  “I’d have to be dead not to want you in that dress.”

She smiled.  “So you like it?”

“Very much so.”  He reached around her and stroked the zipper with his fingers.  “But I think I’ll like this dress better when it’s on the floor.”

She laughed and he grinned at her.  “Was that line too cheesy?”

“Maybe a little,” she said.

He pulled down the zipper and then slowly peeled down her dress.  He pushed it past her hips and it fell to the floor.  She stepped out of it and stared anxiously at him.

She had gone shopping earlier and Mary had helped her pick out some lingerie.  Not used to a garter and stockings, she had almost balked at wearing them but Mary had convinced her to try them.  Now, seeing the look on Court’s face, she was very glad that she had. 

“Court?”  She whispered.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered.  “You’re killing me, darlin’.” 

She giggled a bit nervously as he pulled her against his body.  “Are you sure, Julie?”

“Yes,” she said immediately.  She took his hand and led him to her bed.  “Lie down with me, Court.”

Before she could lie down, Court caught her by the hand.  He lifted it to his mouth and kissed the palm of it.  A shiver started down her spine and she moaned when he sucked her index finger into his mouth.  He ran his tongue across her flesh and she gave him a naked look of desire.

He kissed her palm again and reached behind her to unclasp her bra.  He pulled it from her body and dropped it to the floor.  He bent and she arched her back, desperate for his warm mouth, but he winked again at her and dropped to his knees on the floor in front of her.  He kissed her thigh, tracing the edge of her stocking with his tongue as she wound her fingers in his hair and pulled.

“Court, hurry.”

“We have all night, darlin’,” he murmured.  His hands trembling, he unclipped each of her stockings and rolled them down her legs, following the downward path of the nylons with his mouth and tongue. 

She stepped out of her shoes and he pulled the stockings free of her feet.  He placed a light kiss on her foot and she giggled and jerked her foot away.  He grinned up at her.

“Ticklish?”

“A little.”

He kissed her ankle and then placed soft kisses up her left leg until his mouth was hovering over her panty-covered pussy.

“Court,” she moaned as she felt his hot breath.

“Patience, darlin’.”  He pressed his mouth against her panties and she cried out, her entire body trembling as she pulled again on his hair.

He smiled and stood up, cupping her breast before kissing her hard on the mouth.  She kissed him back, throwing her arms around him and pressing her body against his.  He groaned at the feel of her hard nipples pushing into his chest and he unbuckled his belt and tore at the button on his pants, raking down the zipper and pushing his pants to the floor. 

“Lie on the bed, Julie,” he whispered.

She lay down as he pulled off his pants and socks.  She was staring at his erection and a look of anxiety crossed her face.  Leaving his briefs on, he lay on his side next to her and cupped her breast.

“If you want to stop at any point, just tell me,” he said quietly.  “We can stop at any time.”

She shook her head and, her face reddening, reached out and cupped his erection.  “I don’t want to stop, Court.”

He kissed her again as he plucked at both of her nipples until she was moaning into his mouth and arching her back.  He leaned down and licked a slow path between her breasts, tasting and teasing her soft skin as she panted heavily and moved restlessly against the sheets.

He sucked hard on one tight, pink nipple and traced the delicate skin with his tongue before sliding his hand into her panties.  He rubbed at her clit and she parted her legs eagerly.

“That feels so good,” she moaned. 

He sucked on her nipple then pinched her clit lightly.  She cried out, her body arching up off the bed and clutched at his arm.  “Oh – oh my God!”

He licked his way to her ear and sucked on the lobe before whispering, “Do you want to come, Julie?”

“Yes!  Oh yes, please!”  She moaned.

“I love watching you come.  Do you know that?  You look so pretty with your legs spread wide and your nipples hard,” he murmured.

His warm breath, naughty words, and rough fingers were driving her mad.  The now-familiar pleasure was coursing through her body and with a loud cry she arched her hips as her climax burst through her. 

“So very pretty,” he murmured as she collapsed against the sheets.  She turned to face him, kissing him hard on the mouth as she grasped his cock through his underwear.  She rubbed him tentatively as she watched his face.

“I want to see you,” she said.

He helped her yank his underwear down his hips.  He pushed them off his legs as she stared at his cock.  It was large and thick, and a look of anxiety crossed her face before she took a deep breath and curled her fingers around him.

He groaned and she touched him gently, her fingers tracing small circles on his throbbing shaft, before giving him a tentative look.  “Does that feel good, Court?”

“Yes,” he said hoarsely.  “You have no idea how good.”

She stroked him more firmly, his low moans making her bold, before she leaned forward and kissed his warm chest.  Wondering if his nipples were as sensitive as hers, she licked the right one with the tip of her tongue and squeaked with surprise when his hips jerked against her hand and he suddenly pushed her onto her back.

“I’m sorry.”  She gave him another anxious look.  “Did I do something wrong?”

“Christ, no,” he groaned.  “But I’m going to come all over your hand if you keep touching me.”

He kissed her.  “Do you want to keep going, Julie?  Tell me now if you want to stop.”

“I don’t want to stop,” she said with a touch of impatience.  “I told you that, Court.”

He grinned at her tone and kissed the tip of her nose.  “All right, darlin’.”

He sat up and she pulled at his arm.  “Where are you going?”

“I need to get a condom from my wallet.”

She opened the drawer of her bedside table.  “I bought some earlier today.  Always be prepared, right?”  She laughed nervously as she pulled out the foil wrapper and he took it from her before holding her hand.

“We can stop.”

“I know.”  She gave him a cross look.  “And I told you I didn’t want to.”

“Yes, you did.”  He pulled her back down on the bed.  “I’m very happy about that, by the way.”

“You are?”  She asked hesitantly.

“Yes.”  He stroked her face.  “I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you, Jules.  It’s been driving me crazy.”

She shuddered with pleasure at the sound of his deep voice saying her nickname.  “We only met like four days ago, Court.”

“I know,” he whispered.  “And I’ve spent most of those four days trying to hide my erection from the general public.”

She laughed delightedly and stroked his chest.  “I want you too.”

He cupped her breast and used his thumb to stroke her nipple into an unbearable hardness.  The pleasure was building inside of her again and she spread her legs and pushed his hand between her thighs.

“What’s this?”  He whispered before pulling teasingly on her panties.  “I think it’s time we took these off, don’t you?”

“Yes, definitely,” she breathed.  His mouth wrapped around her nipple and she could barely concentrate on pushing her panties down her legs.  He reached down and helped untangle them from her feet before pressing his hand back between her legs.

“You’re so wet, darlin’,” he rasped against her breast.  “I can’t wait any longer.”

“Me either,” she moaned as his fingers danced across her throbbing, swollen clit. 

She heard the rustle of the wrapper as he rolled the condom onto his cock before tugging on her thighs. 

“Spread your legs, darlin’.”

She parted her legs eagerly and he knelt between them, shifting them a little further apart before propping himself up on his arms above her.

She could feel his cock pressing against her but she felt no fear, only a demanding sense of urgency, and she thrust her hips at him.  He groaned and took a deep breath before reaching before them and guiding his cock to her wet entrance.

She squeezed his arms and stared at his face as he pushed the head of his cock into her.  He stopped and gave her an anxious look.  “Okay?”

“Yes.  Please, Court,” she whispered.

He bent his head, kissing her deeply on the mouth as he entered her in one hard thrust.  She winced at the sharp bite of pain and he gave her another anxious look.  “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” she whispered before kissing him.  “I’m fine.”

“Tell me when you’re ready.”  He stroked her hair back from her face.

“I’m ready.”  She shifted experimentally against him.  “You don’t need to wait.”

Not quite believing her, he waited a few more seconds before beginning to move within her.  She smiled encouragingly and gripped his waist tightly.

“Raise your knees and plant your feet on the bed, Jules,” he whispered against her mouth.

She complied eagerly and he groaned as he sunk fully into her warm, wetness.  He thrust back and forth, forcing himself to go slowly.  It was nearly impossible.  Her pussy was incredibly tight and warm and he wanted to bury himself deep within her.

“Does it – am I doing this right?”  She asked.

“God, yes,” he muttered.  “You feel so good, Jules.  You’re so tight and wet.”

She stroked her back with the tips of her fingers.  “I want you to move faster.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, darlin’.”

“It is.”  She pouted at him.  “Faster, Court.”  She bucked her hips and he thrust roughly into her in response.

She gave a soft moan of pleasure and clung tightly to him as he plunged in and out of her.  He was growing close to coming already and with an almost painful groan, he reached between them and rubbed frantically at her clit.

Her reaction was strong and immediate.  Her fingers dug into his ribs and she shoved her pelvis at him as he bent his head and kissed her deeply.  She shuddered and moaned beneath him and he tore his mouth from hers and cried out hoarsely when she came apart around him.  Her pussy tightened exquisitely around his cock, pulling his orgasm from him, and he thrust hard into her before collapsing against her soft body.

She was panting and she stroked his hair as he buried his face in her damp throat.  After a moment he moved reluctantly away from her, disposing of the condom before lying down next to her and covering them both with the sheet and blanket.

“Jules?”  He stroked her shoulder and arm.

“Hmm?”  She murmured.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.  Better than okay,” she replied in a dreamy little voice.  “Just sleepy.”

He grinned and turned her on her side before spooning her.  He cupped her breast and kissed her neck before whispering in her ear, “Thank you, darlin’.”

“For what?”  She asked sleepily.

“For giving me such a sweet gift,” he whispered into her ear.

She murmured something unintelligible and curled deeper against his hard body.  He kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes.  For the first time in a long time, he was content.