“Keep your damn hands off of my fiancée, Ria!”
Water welled up in her eyes as she looked at both of us. “You gave her a diamond tennis bracelet, Jorge?”
“Yes, I did. Why?”
Ria grabbed her purse and stood up. “Not once, in all of our years together, have you ever given me a piece of jewelry! You want me gone? Well, here’s your goodbye! Good luck with this bastard, Ginger! You’re gonna need it.”
Ria pushed through the restaurant's doors as everyone watched, wondering what the hell had just happened.
By the time Jorge and I got back to my place, we were all over each other. At every red light, we made out, and I couldn’t keep my hands off him while driving. As we made our way into my condo, we were ripping each other’s clothes off to see who could get naked the fastest.
Our hot, nude bodies tumbled onto my bed, rolling around as we pressed up against each other. My hard nipples pushed against Jorge's muscular chest, and I could feel the heat intensify between our groins.
“I love you so much,” he whispered before laying me onto my back. As we locked hands, he slid his thick, massive cock deep inside of me. It still blew me away at how big he was, which was significantly more so than any man I’d ever been with. Every inch of him filled me up, causing my back to arch as he pounded away.
“Oh, God, Jorge!”
He answered my cries of ecstasy by sucking on my hardened nipples, thrusting even harder as our bodies became one. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been so wet.
Every time I climbed on top of him, we held hands, and he really gripped my fake engagement ring. I had thought about taking it off as soon as Ria had left the restaurant, but it felt so right on my finger. I also loved the idea of wearing it while he had his arm wrapped around my waist. Even though we’d just started going out, I wanted people to think that we really were engaged.
I leaned forward to kiss him, and as I leaned back against his cock he caressed my left hand and and ran his thumb over the diamond ring.
God, that is so hot!
I leaned back, and he climbed on top, pumping in and out of me as I wrapped my legs around his waist. It was, without a doubt, the hottest sex we’d ever had. He sucked my nipples harder than before, which only caused me to become even wetter. And every time I squeezed his shaft with my lips, he let out a loud moan that was so deep I almost came.
We spent the next hour just rolling around on my bed, and not once did he pull out of me. We even tried a couple of new positions, and one of my favorites was being bent over the bed. I especially loved the feeling of his heavy balls slapping against my clit while he moaned my name.
Jorge laid on his back toward the end of our lovemaking, allowing me to run my nails up and down his chest as I rode him to completion. The two of us never lost eye contact as we came to a finish, both of us climaxing so hard that I was sure my mirrors would shatter. And when it was all over, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
I couldn’t help but notice how many times Jorge ran his fingers over my fake engagement ring, too, which I never took off. And when I woke up the next morning, he was holding my left hand and focusing on the diamond.
14
Jorge
Ididn’t know what time we had fallen asleep after making love, but it must have been within minutes. Even though I was in excellent physical shape, Ginger and I had practically ravished each other the second we had gotten in the door. It took all of my willpower not to bury myself deep inside of her right there in her hallway. Between telling Ria off and seeing her wear the fake engagement ring, I knew that Ginger and I would become inseparable.
That was the longest I’d ever had sex with someone, and it was also the most fulfilling. The way Ginger’s body perfectly melded with mine was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, and I was starting to appreciate her more than before. Not that sex with her had never been spectacular, though.
While pumping away for nearly an hour, not once breaking our connection, it finally felt as though my life were complete. And as I rolled over the next morning and saw Ginger laying next to me, with our hands intertwined, I knew there was no other place I’d rather be.
As I lay in bed while watching her sleep for several minutes, I breathed a sigh of relief that Ria was finally out of our lives. Of course, I’d still have to deal with the business part of her leaving the company. That would be addressed in the next several weeks. But after seeing the look on her face as she left the restaurant, it couldn’t have been clearer that I’d gotten through to her.
Then again, Ria had always been one to play mind games. There was a chance that her walking out in such a dramatic way was all for show, and she’d find some way to sneak back into my life. It was highly unlikely, though. In all of the years that she and I had known each other, I’d never seen her look as upset as she did when she saw the tennis bracelet.
My biggest concern had been for Ginger. It was one thing for me to deal with Ria, but Ginger shouldn’t have to put up with anything that evil woman had done. She was far too sweet and innocent. Now that Ria was out of the picture, my future with Ginger had a green light. But I also knew that I couldn’t keep putting Ginger through so much crap just so we could be rid of Ria and be together.
Ginger had done a beautiful job of decorating her condo. That was my first thought as I made my way into her bathroom and found a spare toothbrush underneath the sink. Our tastes in decor were almost identical—clean, modern lines with colorful accents. I often found contemporary to be too harsh too. Almost industrial-like. My next idea was that when we moved in together, we probably wouldn’t bicker over how to design each room.
Move-in with Ginger? We just started dating!
I splashed some cold water onto my face, realizing that I was getting ahead of myself. I had never been in a serious, long-term relationship before, and there I was thinking about us moving in together. It was impossible not to at least consider it, though, after being wrapped up in each other’s arms all night long.
As I washed up that morning, I couldn’t help but feel like I’d suddenly become a man. Sure, I was a successful diamond broker worth billions, but all that meant was that I had money. Until I’d reunited with Ginger after spending a year apart, I had thought that was enough, especially since I could have my choice of just about any woman I wanted. But after making love to Ginger the night before, I had started to appreciate our emotional connection.
I had to start my day in a few minutes, and Ginger would be getting up soon. So, I brewed a full pot of coffee for both of us. The freshly ground Colombian beans made the entire condo smell delightful. And when it finished brewing, I decided to watch Ginger sleeping while enjoying a cup from the doorway.
