Five
Erica
What do you say to that? I’ve got a good man in front of me, begging me to just give us a chance. I lean forward and kiss him, softly at first. When he pushes his hands through my hair and pulls it to the side, and I moan in pleasure. He’s got my hair tangled tightly through his fingers, and he’s devouring me in the most erotic dance of tongues. I move off his lap to straddle him. When my heated core meets the steel pole between his legs as he pushes up, rubbing himself into me.
Before this goes any further, we’re interrupted by a vague beeping sound. “What is that?” I ask hesitantly, pulling back from him. A part of me doesn’t want this to end, but another part is thankful that I didn’t just give him everything.
“Shit, the oven timer.” He lifts me off his lap and sets me on the sofa. He kisses me on the forehead before walking to the kitchen to turn off the timer. I follow him, unable to stay put, and sit in the same barstool I was before.
Somewhere between yesterday and today, my boss is opening up and showing me a side of him I never would have believed was there. I watch, astonished as he pulls mouth-watering bread from the oven. For the next fifteen minutes, I watch as he cooks the best damn looking shrimp alfredo I’ve ever seen. He places the tantalizing bowl of pasta on his small round table, then the freshly baked bread and a salad.
“Come, Erica, before it gets cold.” He says, holding his hand out to me. I grab our glasses intent on helping, but he snatches them from me and puts them on the table. He pulls out my chair, scooting me in once I’m sitting. He goes back to the counter and grabs the open bottle of wine. I hold out both of our glasses while he tops them off, then takes a seat opposite me.
“This looks fantastic Colt. I’m sorry I freaked out.”
“No worries, baby. Thank you for giving me this chance to show you what your future will hold.” He holds out his glass to toast to us, caught up in the moment I can’t help but clink his glass with mine.
“I feel something for you Colt. That’s why I’m here. I have to see what we could have.” I am determined not to let my fears get the best of me. He is so hot, but there is more to this man than meets the eye. I’d be a fool to let him slip through my fingers.
“Will have,” he says, staring pointedly at me.
I look away, taking a bite of my salad not ready to give into this fairytale moment. As soon as the dressing hits my tongue, I moan out loud. It’s incredible, there’s no way this isn’t homemade.
“Did you make this dressing?”
“I did. It’s my mother’s recipe. A balsamic vinaigrette. I’m glad you like it. I am going to love hearing you moan more often.”
I blush. My skin feels like a furnace, and I love the compliments he’s giving me. “Everything tastes so good Colt. You are an amazing cook. I can cook basic things, but baking is my passion.”
“Really? Good thing I have a sweet tooth. This is going to work out very well.” He says chuckling.
Once we finish our meal, I help him do the dishes. While I’m in the middle of drying a plate, it strikes me how domestic tonight has been. I didn’t realize how much I craved this normalcy in my life. But I do. After the last pan is dried and put away, he kisses me passionately. More so than before and I melt into his arms. If he weren’t holding me, I know I would have slid to the floor. He backs me into the living room, and before I know it, I’m back on his lap, facing him. My hands are tangled in his hair.
I become putty in his hands moving with him and following his every unspoken command. The pulsing in my core is almost painful with my desire for him.
“Are you hurting baby? Does your little pussy need to feel better?”
“I don’t know Colt. It feels so good and hurts at the same time. I need something.”
“I know just what you need Erica. I’ll always know what you need. I’m going to be the only man who will ever give you relief. Do you hear me, Erica? I will be the only man for you. If you can’t give me this, I won’t let you come.”
I try and rub myself up against him again, but he drops his hands to my hips and holds me away from him.
“Erica. I won’t give this to you until you tell me what I need to hear. Promise me I’ll be the only one for you. Promise me, and I’ll let you come.”
I’m snapped out of the stupor he placed me in, and I sit up straight ready to get off him. How dare he use this to get me to commit to him. Before I can move, he pulls me forward, so I’m an inch away from him.
“You know that we’re it. Stop fighting this because you’re scared. Give in and let me love you. All you have to do is let down those walls and surrender to what you know will be our forever. I’m here Erica. I’m laying it all out. I will never purposely hurt you. I will always have your back. Always support you. I will be protective and honest. I’ll be everything you need, just fuckin’ let me in.”
I nod, and it’s like I’ve flipped a switch. He flips us around, so I’m laying on the couch. He kisses down my neck and pulls my shirt up over my head. He sucks my cotton covered nipple into his mouth, and I shudder beneath him. I’ve never had a man kiss me, let alone touch me. My body is in overdrive, and I’m lost in the euphoria he’s putting me in.
“Touch me, baby. I need to feel your hands on me.” He rasps and pulls my nipple into his mouth while massaging my other breast.
After a few seconds of doing nothing, “I don’t know what to do.” I say incredibly embarrassed, but I really don’t know what to do.
“Look at me, Erica. Say it. Tell me I’m the only man who has ever touched you like this.”
“I thought I made that clear before.” Isn’t that what we were just talking about?
“Say it.”
“You are the only man who has ever touched me, Colten.”
“That’s fucking right. I’m the only man who will ever touch you. Goddamnit Erica, fuck, baby give me your hand.”
I place my hand in his, and he pulls it up to his mouth and kisses it before he puts it on his jeans.
“Unzip my pants baby. Good girl. Now unbutton them. Baby touch me, you aren’t going to hurt me, fuck, pull me out of my boxers and wrap your soft fingers around me.”
I listen and do everything he tells me. With anyone else, I’d feel inadequate, but with him, I feel treasured. When I wrap my hand around his length, I can’t get my fingers around it. It’s so hard and soft at the same time. Touching him is the most intimate experience I’ve had, and I feel safe, literally, in his hands.
“Like this baby. Squeeze me a little tighter.” He wraps his hand around mine and begins moving our hands “Fuck that’s it. You are so perfect, baby.”
I smile at him and start doing it on my own. I love the way he’s so patient with me. Getting into a rhythm, he begins thrusting into my hand and kissing and licking up my neck.
“I want to touch you. Can I feel how wet my pussy is? Hmm, baby?” He says before sucking my earlobe into his mouth, and I swear I have a mini orgasm on the spot. He pulls my leggings down to my knees. My tiny panties are soaked and are no match for his strong hands as he rips them from my body, tossing them to the floor. I gasp, and his lips find mine again.
I am steadily stroking his cock. His fingers skim lightly over my stomach. I feel like every nerve in my body is on fire. As he reaches my pussy, I tense up. I’m not sure why. Everything he is doing is amazing.
“You ok, baby?” He asks me, looking me in the eyes.
“Yes, Colt. This is agonizing. I need something.” I am squirming under him, and he has one hand clenched in a fist in my hair and the other hovering over my pussy.
“Baby, you got to stop that. I am hanging on by a thread here.” He says through clenched teeth. I immediately stop moving and wait for him to continue. When he doesn’t, I beg. “Colt, please. I’ll be a good girl.”
He closes his eyes and lets out a deep breath. “Oh God baby. You don’t know what that does to me.” His fingers reach my soaking wet pussy, and he slides just his fingertip into me. He shudders. “So fucking tight.”
“That’s a good thing, right?” I moan out.
“Oh yeah baby, so fucking good.”
I whimper when he pulls his finger from me, but when he puts it in his mouth, I almost die. “Colt, stop teasing me. Please.”
He smiles and leans up and away from me.
I grab his shirt. “Where the hell are you going?” I panic. Did I do something wrong?
“Calm down, baby. I need these clothes gone, and I am not taking you on the couch, at least the first time.” He says with a wink. He pulls his shirt off and kicks his jeans off. He is standing before me completely naked. I sit up and slide my leggings the rest of the way down my leg. I am not wearing a bra. He sucks in a breath.
“Baby, you are perfection. I am going to enjoy dirtying you up.”
I stand and walk over to him.
“Promise?”
He lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I kiss him sweetly, but he growls and deepens it.