Sitting up straight, she shook her hair and she’d finished there wasn’t a hair out of place. I anticipated she was about to run and planted my hands on her hips as I held her in place. Her body slumped lower in defeat.
“Jesus, what am I doing? I’m twenty-five years old and I haven’t learned not to let strange men into my home,” she said like she was scolding herself.
“Nothing strange about me,” I said with a smile as my hands slid up the insides of her blouse. A shiver stole her breath for a second and a small wiggle in her hips told me where the shiver had ended. She looked torn about what to do next.
“Damn,” she snapped and placed her hands on my chest.
“What's wrong?”
“You, me… this. It’s all wrong, but I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you,” she confessed.
“Baby, I want you too, but I have to decline.”
“Decline? Why?” she asked as her eyebrows shot up into her hair.
“You’re too good to throw yourself away on my rock star image.”
“I wasn’t aware that’s what I was doing. Granted that was my initial thought when I first kissed you, but that’s not what I feel right now.”
“Tell me?” I probed. My own feelings were that she was irresistible. I loved so many things about her and all I had wanted in that moment was to kiss her again.
“Like you’re a man I’ve gotten to know. A smart, funny, sweet man with a cracking sense of humor and I think we have a genuine connection.”
A warm feeling radiated through me. Her description mirrored my own feelings toward her and I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her head down and kissed her.
Within seconds we got carried away and my hands were lifting her blouse over her head while her hands were unbuckling my belt.
“Stop,” I said panting when I had broken the kiss. “I’m not fucking you on a set of public bar stairs.”
Pushing her gently off I stood and grabbed her by the hand then pulled her up toward the bedroom she’d kindly offered me for the night.
“Are you sure you really want to do this?”
“Are you sure you really want to give it to me?” she replied and grinned widely.
“No,” I replied honestly as I dragged her jeans down her legs in a hurry.
“Me neither," she said as her fingers found the tab of my zipper and yanked it down. “Moment of truth,” she said then bit back a grin.
“What truth?”
“The size of your pecker. All that boasting earlier has had me wondering ever since.” With her eyebrow slightly raised she tugged on my jeans with both hands and my cock sprung free.
“You dirty boy, no boxers?” she commented when it was clear there was nothing between my cock and my jeans. When her eyes landed on my long, ridged cock she swallowed audibly. “Well…”
I waited for her to say something and when it became clear she was speechless, I laughed aloud. “For God’s sake say something, woman, you’re giving me a complex here,” I remarked in jest.
“That’s a pretty big dick, Jamie Fontaine.”
“I know. It’s a gift,” I replied because I could hardly deny it.
“A gift?” she asked with a questioning look to me, then she looked back at my cock.
“Yeah you know, something you give to someone else,” I replied struggling to bite back a grin.
Daisy roared with laughter, rolling onto her side with her tiny thong string running up the crack of her ass, giving me an erotic first view of her perfectly peachy behind. As the push and pull between us had been going on the whole day I didn’t waste a second in smoothing my palm over one of her soft fleshy firm globes. I fought the instinct to sink my teeth into it and instead bent my head, kissing it reverently. I wanted to take my time with her, but my dick had other ideas.
Daisy stopped laughing and rolled onto her back, her small pink lacy bra still in place and allowing me to see the flat line of her stomach. Curvy and firm, she looked the perfect image of how I liked my women.
“Have I told you how beautiful I think you are?”
“I believe so… and I also believe I may have said you were a wee bit hot as well.”
“You did… thank you,” I said pretending to look bashful which made her smile again.
“You have the confidence of a rock star and the gift of the gab. Are your descendants Irish by any chance?
“Not that I’m aware… mostly French, I believe. Hence the big cock and the art of seduction,” I replied playfully.
“Oh my God, that means you should know what to do with that monster nudging at my thigh."
I chuckled at her description of my cock, “I should hope so, it's had so much practice I think it could strike out on its own.”
“Like a Tesla car you mean?” she asked, chuckling.
“Exactly. I believe it could drive itself.”
Daisy stared down at my dick. “Mind if I touch it?”
“I’d mind more if you didn’t,” I said through another chuckle.
Gripping my shaft with the perfect amount of pressure, she stroked it slowly. “I’ve always wondered why the smoothest skin on a man was on his cock. I mean it's so velvety and soft, yet it covers an organ as strong as this,” she mused. “Shite. I said that aloud as well, didn’t I? I don’t know what the feck is wrong with me. Ever since you walked—”
I’d heard the same thing before several times and I wanted to show her she had no need to doubt what this thing was between us. It wasn’t as if I was acting in character either, so I decided the time for talking was over and the only way to make Daisy believe in herself with me was to show her through my actions. Words clearly weren’t achieving much trust between us.
When we got lost in the kiss, my hand smoothed over her silky-smooth shoulder as I took my time learning her curves then I slid it down over one breast and continued down to her hip bone. I’d never experienced a woman tremble the way she did at my touch. It was as if every single cell in her body was vibrating in response to my fingertips.
Groaning and moaning through the kiss when my simple touch appeared too much, I stopped my hands and stilled her, quietening her body down and helping her to accept the way I explored her. When she seemed to be coping better, I slid my hand down to her thong and I swept my palm over the top of her pussy, cupping it in my hand.
My move elicited another powerful reaction as another low moan of pleasure slipped from her lips and it was then I lost control, unleashing the passion and emotion from the tensions of the day I had carried with me.
Grabbing her thong, I tore it down her legs; the thin flimsy material creaked and ripped under the weight of my efforts to rid her of the damned thing. So much for taking my time.
Then there she was in all her curvy sexiness, revealing what I knew had been hidden under the clothes I’d been watching her in all afternoon and evening.
I glanced at Daisy’s face before my eyes slid down her body and Daisy quickly closed her legs and hid her pussy with her hands in a suddenly new bout of shyness.
“Don’t. You’re beautiful. I want to see you,” I said gently, lifting her hands away and placing them by her sides. As soon as I did that I leaned forward and kissed her stomach tenderly as my hands traveled up to her breasts.