She swallows. “When you said you work for yourself, what did you mean?”
I run a hand over my beard. “You want to do this?”
“What do you mean?” she asks.
“You want the details? Because we can do that. But you said you just wanted to have fun. To have sex. And I wonder if knowing my history might change things. In ways you aren’t ready for.”
“Could you be more vague?” she asks, tucking a strand of hair behind her ears.
“I’m trying to make sure you get what you want tonight, Penny. And sometimes the details can change the entire picture. You want a burly man with a wild beard, and the freedom to be his own person. Is that enough information?”
She runs her hands over my chest. “I can’t figure out if you’re saying all that because you’re emotionally unavailable or if it’s because you really like me and don’t want to ruin the mood with the truth.”
“You don’t have to wonder. I am emotionally available. Hell, you want me to recite my favorite poems by Robert Frost to prove it, I can.”
She bites back a smile. “Okay, that’s the sexiest thing a man has ever said to me.”
“’Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not travel both,’” I say, ready to continue.
But before I can, Penny cuts me off with a kiss.
Penny
The regular Penelope wouldn’t do this, but I am a different girl tonight. I’m letting go. I’m being the romantic, the person I am at my core but am always too scared to show.
I’m showing her now, to Paxton.
I want to kiss him and roll in bed with him. Want him to push me against the bathroom wall and make love to me until we’re both gasping, panting. Begging. I want him to caress me until I’m nothing but his. His.
This night is ours, I decided that when we got in the elevator, and I won’t let our stories define us tonight. Tonight it’s all about the present. Who we are when we are alone, together.
He seems to understand all my thoughts because he lifts me up, at the waist, and carries me back to my bed. He tears off my robe and takes off his boxers, and both of us are naked, and it feels, in this moment, like our souls are bared, even though we’ve just met.
“I want to be undone by you,” I tell him.
“Good, because Penelope, I plan to ruin you for all other men.”
His mouth crashes against mine and I gasp in pleasure, in shock. I gasp with need. His big, strong hands run over my breasts, teasing my nipples. A hand runs between my legs and he feels my wet center. I’m dripping for him and he opens me up again, two fingers inside me, and he plays with me as I moan for more.
He draws his fingers to his mouth, sucking my sweet release, and god, I’m lost. In his eyes, in his heart that beats hard against my own. I’m his. And he knows it.
“Fuck, I need you,” he growls in my ear, pinning me to the bed, on my back. His thick cock hard against my belly and I stroke him, closing my eyes as I savor the velvety rod in my grasp.
“You’re so hard, so big,” I pant. “I need you in me, Pax. Please.”
He kisses me softly as he enters me slowly. Taking his time. “You’re so tight, so pure,” he groans. “Like an angel.”
“And you are strong,” I whimper as he fills me. “And big. In control. Like a warrior.”
“You should write a poem about this,” he says, kissing my neck as he moves deeper inside me, a cry escaping my lips as the pain turns to pleasure. I hold onto him, as if for dear life. There is no way in hell I’m letting go.
“I’ll write more than a poem,” I murmur as his thickness envelopes me in a way that verges on ecstasy.
All the stanzas I’ve read take on new meaning, the lines suddenly taking on a different tone. One I understand. This isn’t just sex. It’s the merging of souls, as two hearts become one.
Tears fall from my eyes and Paxton kisses them away.
I kiss him, hard, scared of what this has just become.
Not a poem. The beginnings of a love story.
Chapter 6
Paxton
When we wake in the morning, the Seattle summer sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a beautiful glow over Penny. I pull her to me, and cradle her in my arms as she gives me a sleepy smile.
“Morning, gorgeous,” I say, kissing her softly.
“Good morning to you,” she says, running her hand over my body, stroking my shaft. She rolls on top of me, her mouth finding my cock, and she begins to stroke and suck me off.
“God, that feels good,” I groan and she takes hold of me, pumping me up and down as I run a hand over her back. Her skin is smooth and her ass is bare and I groan at the sight of her curvy body against me. I run a hand between her legs, her sweet, wet pussy as eager as my cock.
“Oh,” she moans as she bobs her head, taking me nice and deep. I finger her, loving the way her slick hole knows me. She eases her ass closer to my face, and lifts her knee so she can straddle me from behind.
“There you go, angel,” I growl as I bury my mouth against her sweet cunt. I lick her up and down, loving to lick her as she sucks me. This is more than one night of fun. This is the start of forever.
I just need to tell her that. My intentions. Because one night isn’t nearly enough.
I want forever.
And it’s not just because her innocence blossomed as I filled her with my cock — it’s because when we had sex, it was really making love. I felt her, all of her — our souls entwining in a way I didn’t know was real.
Can you fall in love in the space of one night? I wouldn’t have though it possible. But this woman has changed me.
“I want to taste you,” she whimpers as I take care of her. She sucks me nice and good as I finger her sweet hole, until she is moaning, the orgasm rolling through her, making her come nice and hard against my tongue. I lap it all up, her cream so fucking sweet, and I squeeze her ass as she gushes for me, the way I know she needs. I open her up, my finger taking her to the edge.
When she’s done, panting against me, my beard wet with her juice, she starts sucking me again. “I’m so close, baby,” I tell her, wanting to give her a real morning treat.
I roll over, moving her to her back, and straddle her this time, pumping my shaft, my balls nice and tight. Her tits look fucking divine in the morning light and they are about to look even better.
“Open up, baby,” I tell her, pumping my cock as my come shoots in ribbons into her mouth, and she opens up for me nice and wide, licking her lips and swallowing my seed. Fuck, it’s hot. She has no idea how goddamn horny her perfect little tits get me. She massages them together, my cock fucking her tits nice and good. I come on them, her chest, her neck. She’s covered in me. Mine.
“I need more,” she moans in ecstasy. Her innocence is unleashed and I will make sure she remembers I am the one who brought her to the edge and made her come. I roll her on her knees, my cock still hard. I enter her sweet pussy from behind, wanting to fill her up. On all fours, I tease her ass, and she grinds against my cock, her hole mine now. And she knows it.
“Yes, yes, oh Pax.”
I take hold of her dark hair in my fist, pulling back her head as I fuck her until there is nothing left but the moans of our orgasms as we get off together. As we do more than have an early morning quickie. We make fucking love.