I pull into my garage and turn off the car before turning to face her. “You okay?” I brush a lock of hair from her face and then stroke my thumb over her bottom lip.
“Yes.”
“Come on.” We should at least go inside. If she’s nervous about sleeping with me, I can deal with it better when I can hold her. I climb out of the car and then reach into the back seat to grab her bag. She meets me at the door to the kitchen, and I take her hand and lead her inside after closing the garage door. “Gotta warn you, I’m not as tidy as I’m sure you are.”
Her eyes widen as we enter. “What makes you think I’m tidy?”
I set her bag on the counter and flip on the lights. “You have a touch of OCD. I mean, anyone can see that. Your desk at work is always perfectly straightened. Your backpack has compartments with specific jobs. I assume the inside of your apartment looks like a model home.”
She winces. “No. You’d be wrong.”
I furrow my brow. “Interesting.” I’m confused, and now I can’t wait to see her place. “I’m going to show up one day unannounced then, so I can judge for myself,” I tease.
She freezes, her eyes widening further. “I’m not very good with unannounced visitors.”
I tug her into my arms, more confused. “Okay. Relax. No big deal.” I kiss her lips gently. “Come on. I’ll show you around.” I swing out an arm. “Kitchen.”
She nods. “Very modern.”
I shrug as I grab her bag and lift it over my shoulder. “I kind of fell in love with it when the realtor showed it to me.” The room has tall ceilings, white cabinets and tile, stainless steel appliances. I purchased a glass kitchen table that looks like it came with the kitchen since it has white chairs and silver legs.
I lead her into the living room which is also modern. White leather sectional. Black and silver tables. It flows from the kitchen. Next, I point to the rooms on the other side of the front door. “My office and a library are on that side.” I take her hand and lead her to the equally modern stairs. They are clear and lead straight up to the second floor as if they don’t exist.
“I like it,” she states. “And I don’t know why you think you aren’t tidy. I don’t see anything out of place.”
“Well, the cleaning crew was here today, so that’s partly why it looks better than usual tonight.” I lead her upstairs and then point out the various rooms. “There are four bedrooms. Two are completely empty. One is a guest room, and then there’s the master.”
She is quiet as we enter the master bedroom, and I drop her bag on the floor next to the bed before sitting on the edge and pulling her between my knees. My hands are on her hips. “I don’t want you to be stressed here. You’re under no pressure to do anything you don’t want to do. I’ve been thinking about having your body in my arms for a damn long time. If that’s as far as you feel comfortable taking things tonight, that’s fine.”
She draws in a breath and sets her hands on my shoulders. I love it when she leans forward and puts her forehead against mine. “Sorry I’m so quiet. I’m nervous, and I haven’t had sex in a long time, but I want to. With you, I mean. I want to.”
I grip her waist, my hands sliding under her tank top. “Okay. One thing settled then. Do you want me to dominate you? Or would you prefer we have sex for the first time without that added layer?”
She chews on her bottom lip. “Hmm. Dominate me. Please, Sir.” Her cheeks flush delightfully.
I smile. “As you wish.” I pull her tank top over her head and then unfasten the hot pink bra for the second time tonight. When her breasts are freed, she shivers, and I cup them in my palms and thumb her nipples until she moans.
She surprises me when her hands come to the button of my pants. “May I, Sir?”
No sweeter words have ever been spoken. “Yes. But take the rest of your clothes off first.” I set her back a few inches and then lean back on my hands to watch.
She strips off her jeans and shoes and then glances at me.
I nod. “As much as I like that hot pink thong, it’s going to get in my way. Remove it, too.”
She shimmies out of it, giving me the first full look at her pussy. And fuck me, but she is completely shaved bare. I let my gaze roam up and down her body. “You’re so sexy.”
“Thank you, Sir.” She inches toward me.
I stand, tug my shirt over my head, and hold my arms out, nodding toward my pants.
Her fingers are shaking as she unbuttons and lowers the zipper.
When my cock pops free, she palms the tip. Her soft hand forces me to grit my teeth. It’s like she’s totally innocent. But she’s been married, so that makes no sense. I guess it’s just because it’s been so long. I begin to think when she says it’s been a while, she means seven years. Since her husband died.
I’m not going to ask and make her even more uncomfortable, but I am going to take care to ensure she feels totally worshipped.
She releases my cock to tug my pants down my legs, and I kick my shoes off and shrug out of the rest of my clothes.
She’s eyeing my cock and licking her lips. Maybe her reaction is just a coincidence, but every time her tongue darts out, my heart rate picks up. I grab a pillow from the bed and drop it on the floor in front of me. “On your knees. Familiarize yourself. Do whatever you want. No obligations.” Obviously, I’d like her to suck me deep into her throat, but she is far too skittish for that kind of demand right now.
She lowers to her knees and sets her hands on my thighs, smoothing them up and down. I’m shocked when she tips her head back and smiles at me. “This is a fantasy of mine.”
I lift a brow. “Kneeling before a man?” I won’t presume.
“And giving him a blow job.” She doesn’t hesitate or flinch as she speaks.
My hands come to her hair and I thread my fingers in it and pull it back. “I’m here to fulfill your fantasies then.” My dick bobs. Did she never suck her husband off?
When I release her hair, intending to give her space, she lifts her gaze again. “I like it when your hands are in my hair. I think I’d like it if you pulled on it and maybe pretended to force me to suck you.”
Fuck. Me.
I pull myself together and draw in a breath, cupping her chin. “Okay, see, this isn’t really how dominance works,” I tell her with a slight tease to my voice. “Since we’re just getting to know each other and neither of us is sure what sort of things you might like, I’ll let it slide, but maybe stop topping me from the bottom now, yeah?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I thread my fingers back into her hair and pull it away from her face. “If you have a fantasy about a rough blow job, I’ll give you that. Safeword is red. Use it if I go too far.”
She nods. “Yes, Sir.”
“As for my cock, you may explore all you want. Don’t get too rough with your teeth, and be gentle with my balls. Other than that, my only other requirement is that you figure out what’s going to get me off and swallow my come.”
I watch her closely as she eagerly nods. “Yes, Sir.”
And again. Fuck. Me.
She licks a line from the base to the tip and back down the other side before wrapping her small hand around my girth to steady my erection. The moment her lips wrap around my cock, I suck in a breath and pull her hair tighter. She moans as she lowers her mouth slowly onto me.