“Wait a minute,” Richard said. “You made a pizza-flavored protein bar?”
I nodded with a smile, proud of myself for creating the flavor.
“Wellness is my calling in life, but I’m still a human. Even vegetarians love the taste of a cheeseburger.” Richard laughed and waited for me to continue. “In addition to protein bars, I’ve also developed lotions, candles, yoga pants, and body oils.”
“Body oils sound nice,” he said.
I looked into his eyes and wanted to melt.
“I used some after I got out of the shower tonight,” I said, but Richard went back to staring at his food. “It’s lavender and vanilla scented. If you get close enough to me, I’m sure you could smell it. You don’t need perfume when you wear this oil, either.”
Richard nodded, then took a sip of his wine. We sat in silence for the next several minutes, and I was starting to freak out.
“How’s your food?”
“The food is great,” I whispered, “but you seem out of it. Are you sure that you’re okay?”
He nodded but didn’t speak for the rest of the meal.
After we finished eating, he cleared the plates and invited me into his second living room. It overlooked his backyard and had long, floor to ceiling windows. In the right corner was a fireplace, which he turned on via an app on his phone.
“Would you care for some more wine?”
I nodded and took a glass, eager to drink the insecurities away. As he sat down next to me on the couch, I instinctively curled into his body and rested my head on his chest. His muscles moved up and down with every breath, and he eventually put his hand on my lower back.
“I care about you, Annie,” he said.
“I care about you too,” I said.
Richard’s hand moved up and down along my spine, and I desperately wanted it to move south. At that point, sex seemed necessary. All of that awkward silence was driving me crazy, and if I hadn’t drunk so much, I’d have left by that point.
“I think about you all the time,” he whispered.
I put my arm around his waist and smiled, feeling his erection pressing against his pants. Not wanting to ruin the moment with any more talk, I looked up and kissed him on the lips. All I wanted was to feel at least some pressure back, even if it didn’t lead to sex. I needed to know that what he had said wasn’t all talk and that he genuinely wanted to be with me.
Not only did he kiss me back, but he pushed me onto the couch and ran his hands up my legs.
“Someone’s not wearing any panties tonight,” he said, finding my moist pussy.
I breathed heavily into his mouth as he put his finger inside, then used his thumb to massage my hard clitoris. He used his other hand to push the couch back, turning it into a massive bed for us.
I rolled over so that he was on his back, climbing on top of him and taking off my dress. His hands reached up and ripped off my bra, actually causing it to tear. As I kissed him passionately, I felt his hands unzipping his pants and sliding them down.
They never made it off the couch.
As soon as they were low enough, I climbed on top and slid him inside of me.
“Oh God,” I moaned, instinctively rocking my hips back and forth.
My hands lifted his shirt off, pulling it over his head and flinging it onto the floor. With every thrust from my hips, he met it with equal force. I bounced up and down on his cock, his hands cupping my breasts the entire time.
Once exhaustion started to creep over me, I turned over onto all fours, and he positioned himself behind me. I leaned back and found him hard as a rock, and once again, I was thrusting against his body.
“Wicked woman,” he moaned.
I loved feeling his balls slap against me, and with every thrust, they were growing in size.
“Harder,” I moaned, holding onto the arm of the couch. “Harder!”
