here like this, in that coat and heels.” He’s leading me up winding stairs and I’m trying to take everything in. His place is incredible, very modern. We step into a bedroom that holds a massive bed. There’s very little color anywhere. A huge abstract painting hangs above the bed and his bedding is a dark slate gray color. I scan the room and see no personal photos or anything resembling what his life is like. It’s almost as impersonal as a hotel room. We reach the bed and he lifts me onto it as if I’m the weight of a feather.
“Let’s get these off.” He removes my shoes and sets them aside. “Let’s get this off too.” I help him as I shrug out of the coat and lift my bottom so he can pull it off of me. Here I am again, naked and him clothed. It always seems to happen this way. He reaches down and hooks his fingers under the bottom of his t-shirt and pulls it over his head. My eyes try to take in every glorious inch of his tan, toned chest and abs. Taking a step back, he unbuttons his jeans and a devilish smile stretches across his face. “You sitting there in nothing, on my bed, in my house, is pretty much the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in a long time. You give this room every bit of the color it’s lacking.”
I blush. He pulls down his pants and kicks them to the side.
“I’m sure every woman you’ve had in here added their own flare to it.”
I have no idea why I just said that. I regret it immediately. He stills.
“Candace, you’re the only woman to ever sit on this bed or to be in this room.”
I want to die; like I haven’t embarrassed myself enough already tonight. Suddenly, what he just said registers with me and I’m at a loss for words. He removes his boxer briefs and climbs onto the bed beside me. His hand reaches up and turns my face towards his. “Did you hear me?” You are the only woman I’ve ever brought here.” My eyes search his and I know something has just shifted between us.
“I heard you.”
He leans in and kisses me then pulls back. “Good. I don’t want you feeling like you’re part of some revolving door of women because you’re not.”
I nod. “Okay.”
He scoops me up and moves me to the center of the bed. “When I saw you out there with another guy, I didn’t like it.”
My stomach knots and my mind races. What’s he doing? Why is he telling me this?
“Brisban, we don’t have to talk about him. Please just fuck me right now.”
I reach up and try to pull him down to kiss me but he doesn’t budge. “I can’t do that tonight.” He has an almost pained look on his face and I’m becoming increasingly nervous and confused. My heart’s beating so fast it feels like it’s going to burst right out of my chest.
His eyes search my face like he’s trying to find answers to questions he hasn’t even asked yet. I don’t understand what’s happening at all. “What do you mean, you can’t?”
He moves over between my legs, nudging them apart. Grasping his erection he looks down between my thighs and then back up to me. “I can’t fuck you tonight,” he looks back down and guides his cock to the entrance of my pussy, “because I’m making love to you tonight.” And then he locks his eyes onto mine and pushes into me, slow but forceful. I gasp and let out a cry. What he just said, along with the feeling of him buried inside of me, is overwhelming. He sees the bewilderment on my face and knows what I’m doing. “Stop, Candace.”
He moves in and out of me in a way he never has any other time. It’s softer and more controlled. He’s doing more than enjoying how I feel. He’s not just giving or taking pleasure. He’s connecting with more than my body. “Get out of your head.” He pulls one of my legs up over his shoulder and goes deeper inside me. My head arches back and I try to stop thinking. When my eyes snap open, I know he sees the fear in my eyes. He reaches out and pulls me up. As always, it’s as if I weigh nothing.
“Let’s get these off.” He removes my shoes and sets them aside. “Let’s get this off too.” I help him as I shrug out of the coat and lift my bottom so he can pull it off of me. Here I am again, naked and him clothed. It always seems to happen this way. He reaches down and hooks his fingers under the bottom of his t-shirt and pulls it over his head. My eyes try to take in every glorious inch of his tan, toned chest and abs. Taking a step back, he unbuttons his jeans and a devilish smile stretches across his face. “You sitting there in nothing, on my bed, in my house, is pretty much the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in a long time. You give this room every bit of the color it’s lacking.”
I blush. He pulls down his pants and kicks them to the side.
“I’m sure every woman you’ve had in here added their own flare to it.”
I have no idea why I just said that. I regret it immediately. He stills.
“Candace, you’re the only woman to ever sit on this bed or to be in this room.”
I want to die; like I haven’t embarrassed myself enough already tonight. Suddenly, what he just said registers with me and I’m at a loss for words. He removes his boxer briefs and climbs onto the bed beside me. His hand reaches up and turns my face towards his. “Did you hear me?” You are the only woman I’ve ever brought here.” My eyes search his and I know something has just shifted between us.
“I heard you.”
He leans in and kisses me then pulls back. “Good. I don’t want you feeling like you’re part of some revolving door of women because you’re not.”
I nod. “Okay.”
He scoops me up and moves me to the center of the bed. “When I saw you out there with another guy, I didn’t like it.”
My stomach knots and my mind races. What’s he doing? Why is he telling me this?
“Brisban, we don’t have to talk about him. Please just fuck me right now.”
I reach up and try to pull him down to kiss me but he doesn’t budge. “I can’t do that tonight.” He has an almost pained look on his face and I’m becoming increasingly nervous and confused. My heart’s beating so fast it feels like it’s going to burst right out of my chest.
His eyes search my face like he’s trying to find answers to questions he hasn’t even asked yet. I don’t understand what’s happening at all. “What do you mean, you can’t?”
He moves over between my legs, nudging them apart. Grasping his erection he looks down between my thighs and then back up to me. “I can’t fuck you tonight,” he looks back down and guides his cock to the entrance of my pussy, “because I’m making love to you tonight.” And then he locks his eyes onto mine and pushes into me, slow but forceful. I gasp and let out a cry. What he just said, along with the feeling of him buried inside of me, is overwhelming. He sees the bewilderment on my face and knows what I’m doing. “Stop, Candace.”
He moves in and out of me in a way he never has any other time. It’s softer and more controlled. He’s doing more than enjoying how I feel. He’s not just giving or taking pleasure. He’s connecting with more than my body. “Get out of your head.” He pulls one of my legs up over his shoulder and goes deeper inside me. My head arches back and I try to stop thinking. When my eyes snap open, I know he sees the fear in my eyes. He reaches out and pulls me up. As always, it’s as if I weigh nothing.
Similar Books
