Guil

I haven’t been nervous around a woman for a lot of years, but I’m nervous with Lyla tonight. Maybe it’s because she matters, when so many of the other women I’ve been with haven’t. Or maybe I’m finally realizing what it’s like to want more than sex. Then there’s the fact that this was our first official date—double or not. Whatever it is, my hands are sweating as I drive us home.

Home. The place I used to hide out alone. A place to lie my head until Lyla came here yesterday. In one day, my house really does feel like home, and I’m trying hard not to analyze that too much.

“Do you want something to drink?” I ask once we’re in the house again.

“Only you.”

“You are definitely embracing your sexual side.”

“Is that a problem?” she asks, and I see the flicker of uncertainty cross her eyes.

“Only in that I’m trying to be a gentleman with you, and take things slow,” I say, placing my hands on her hips and pulling her close to me. “I want you to feel cherished and appreciated.”

“Maybe I just need to feel wanted.”

I thrust my hips against her, letting her feel how much I want her. “You are. I don’t want you to doubt that when I’m around.”

She slides her hands through my hair and pulls me to her, kissing me hard. This time, I’m the one who’s backed up, pressed to the refrigerator. I let her take control for a few minutes, because I think she needs it—and let’s face it, being kissed by her is no hardship.

Once our kisses start getting more intense, I place my hands under her ass and lift her up. Her legs immediately go around my waist as I carry her through the kitchen and up the stairs. I hesitate for a second at the top, trying to decide where to go. It’s only a second, because I know in my heart that she belongs in my bed and nowhere else.

“Underwear stays on,” I tell her, breaking our kiss.

“So, my bra can come off?” she asks, reaching behind her for the zipper to her dress.

“Lyla,” I warn, my mouth going dry as her dress drops and she’s standing in front of me in red lace.

“You’re no fun.”

I rip the last buttons from my shirt and drop my pants as she licks her lips. “The hell I’m not.”

After that, we fall onto the bed in a mess of limbs and lips. I touch every inch of her and kiss all of her exposed skin. It’s not enough. It will never be enough, but it has to be for right now. Tomorrow, I may not be able to hold onto my control, but for today, I will. No matter how hard it is—and I am.

Hours later, with the sun coming in through the window, I wake up wrapped in soft skin and red lace. Lyla slept with me all night, and more importantly, I slept all night with her.

“Ooh, I’m like an octopus or something,” she says, waking up and trying to disentangle herself from me.

“Or something,” I say, placing my hand on her thigh to stop her from moving too far away.

“What time is it?”

“No clue. Got somewhere to be?”

“I was just planning on hanging around here, painting. The views are gorgeous. Especially down onto the beach.”

“The view right here is pretty damn gorgeous too, so give me a little more time with you, yeah?”

“I think I can fit you in.”

“Oh you will,” I say before I can stop myself.

“Now?”

Shit. “You’re really sure?”

“Yes.”

Who am I to keep denying a sexy woman when she’s already nearly naked in my bed?

“We’re going to take it slow, and I’m going to eat you first to make sure you’re ready.”

“Are you expecting me to argue?”

“No, but I am expecting you to do what I say.”

“Just in bed, right?”

“And the shower, floor, kitchen island, against the wall, the pool—you get the picture, Ly? Once is never going to be enough.”

“Again, I’m not arguing. I didn’t come here for one time.”

No, she didn’t, and that’s why I should stop right now. There are too many secrets between us, too many things I’m hiding from her. But, I can’t stop. I want this and so does she. Like the greedy bastard I am, I’m taking everything she has to offer—and more.

* * *

Lyla

The moment I’ve been waiting for is here, and it’s better than I could’ve ever imagined. Guil turns me onto my back and climbs over me. I can see his cock straining against his boxer briefs and my panties get even wetter realizing he’ll be inside of me soon.

He whispers sweet and sexy things to me as he places little kisses across my forehead, down my cheeks, and over my mouth. I moan when he sucks on my neck and licks my earlobe. This man’s mouth is beyond amazing and it’s nearly killing me to wait as he makes his journey down my body. Between his mouth and his goatee, I know my skin will be red all day, which makes this even hotter.

The shoulders he said he loves get attention as does my collarbone. One both arms and hands are shown some love, he leans back and looks at me.

“Take off your bra.”

I don’t hesitate to do what he says, reaching behind me to pull it off, despite knowing how bad I’m going to look with it off. Sleeping in an underwire when you’ve got big boobs means red marks, and lace marks, and just…yeah. I cover my chest, because it’s embarrassing.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t think about how your bra might hurt you when I made you leave it on. I’ll make them feel better, I promise.”

A part of me wants to let him keep thinking I’m in pain, so he can follow up on his promise, but I know he’s going to have his hands and mouth on me regardless, so I go with the truth. “They aren’t hurt. It’s just embarrassing for the first time you see them to have them all marked up. I want you to be turned on, and not repulsed.”

“It would be impossible for me to be repulsed by you. Completely impossible. Now, move those hands so I can see.”

My hands don’t move as fast this time, but he waits. Looks me in the eye and waits for me to be brave enough to see more of my flaws. Another man might not wait for me like this when we were just in the throes of passion, but Guil does.

I close my eyes as I drop my hands, and within seconds one nipple is covered by a hot mouth while the other one is caressed by a warm hand. There is no other word to use for what he’s doing than “worship” and I’m feeling it all over. He licks, sucks, and even bites all while I arch my back and get more aroused by the second.

“Damn, but these are perfect,” he says holding one of my breasts in his two hands. “Almost two full handfuls. I can’t wait to fuck them.”

“Okay.”

It’s stupid, but it’s all I can say right now. He can do that. I’d honestly let him do almost anything right now. I trust him.

“No, it’s not. I promised I’d cherish you, and I will.”

I want to argue, but he’s moving down my body and his mouth makes me forget any objections I had. I don’t feel like the curve of my stomach is a bad thing when he’s kissing it. My hips don’t feel big when he nibbles on them. And yeah, when he pulls my panties off and licks me right where I need him, nothing else matters.

Guil eats me like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted and it’s a powerful feeling. As he murmurs against my skin and nudges my clit with his tongue, I feel like I’m leaving my body. I’m so wet I should be ashamed, but I’m not. I’m this bold new woman I don’t recognize and I love her.

It only takes a few minutes of him playing with my clit before I’m screaming his name. He doesn’t stop like I expected, sliding two fingers in me as I come. I don’t know how my back doesn’t break as I come again, because it’s arched as far as it can go.

“Guil.”

“A man knows how to find his woman’s G-spot.”

“Find it with your cock and I’ll be even more impressed.”

“I think you might just be ready for it, Ly.”

“Yes.”

At least I think I’m ready, before he slips on a condom and fills me with one thrust. I’ve never felt so full or so sexy before, and I come again as he starts to move slowly in and out of me.

“That’s it. Keep coming for me. I love how it feels when you squeeze my cock. It makes you even tighter.”

“So good. It’s never been like this.”

“No. It hasn’t. You’re perfect everywhere.”

He says the words, and then he’s coming too. It may have been fast but it was better than good, and I want it again. I want this man to live inside of me until I can’t take anymore pleasure, and I know that’s exactly what he’s going to do.