Lucas walked me to the door, just like he has every afternoon, making sure I got inside safely. He was slowly becoming more affectionate with me each day, but still wouldn’t let things get past making out on the couch.
“Would you like to stay for a while? Caroline picked up the first call shift tonight so she is at work until eleven. We can order a movie and we can get some take-out delivered? That’s is, if you don’t have any other plans?” I ask, hoping he can stay and cuddle with me on the couch. We may not be ready for sex, but I am ready for some rubbing and grinding.
He left me sexually frustrated each day and while I know waiting is best, I was horny. I needed something more than my BOB and I hoped he didn’t think I am being too forward.
“I would love to stay with you. Let me run down to my car and grab my gym clothes so I can get comfortable.” He kissed me and was out the door.
I made us both a sweet tea and went to change into my nicest shorts and t-shirt and settled into the living room.
I was on the couch, looking over the movie selections when he walked back. He stopped short and his eyes glazed over as he took me in. His eyes roamed from my face, slowly down my body and back to my face again, pure lust showing through. My nipples became hard and my panties were soaked just from his inviting gaze.
“Are you okay?” I asked him, trying to gauge his reaction to my appearance. I hoped he wasn’t disappointed with my hair pulled into a messy bun and my t-shirt and shorts but I wanted him to see the real me. Not the professional persona I displayed at work.
The fancy clothes and make-up were fine for work and special occasions, but I preferred to be comfortable whenever I could.
“You are so fucking beautiful. I love that you don’t feel the need to stay all primped and pristine around me. You are comfortable enough to be, well, comfortable around me.” He growled as he stalked toward me in his fitted suit pants and dress shirt. His tie and jacket gone and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, displaying his muscled forearms.
“I want you to see the real me, the imperfect girl who enjoys cop dramas and cooking shows and doesn’t like to be fixed up all the time. This is me, Lucas. Take it or leave it.” I shrugged my shoulders like his decision to accept or reject me didn’t cause my heart to beat like a drum in my chest.
“I choose take.” He grabbed me and forcefully pulled my body into his.
His tongue breached my lips, seeking dominance and submission from me. I gladly gave into him, lips smashing and tongues battling, trying to convey my desire for him.
He pulled away and placed his forehead to mine. I love this connection we have, faces together, breath intermingling, a promise of forever in our eyes.
Holy shit! I do love him!
“Let me get changed and we can find a movie.” I showed him my bedroom and went back into the living room, to try and catch my breath. The smile on my face felt amazing.I was in love.
Iwas shocked when he came out of my room and I saw tattoos on his perfect skin. I loved ink on a man and from his sleeveless workout shirt, I could tell he had quite a few.
His right arm from elbow to shoulder and down, disappearing under his shirt, was adorned with stars and symbols. The back of his left bicep had what appeared to be angel feathers.
My body was drawn to his and I couldn’t stop my fingertips from grazing the ink imbedded into his toned, tanned arms. It was mesmerizing and I asked him if he had any more, absently, as I stroked his arms.
He reached behind his head and pulled his shirt off, showing off his toned six pack abs and tapered waist. I could see the start of the v that makes women’s knees weak but it was the beautiful skull, interwoven with what looked like wheels or gears that had me leaning forward to kiss the tattoo covering his entire right pec.
I don’t know what possessed me to kiss his bare chest but from the uptake of his breath, he enjoyed my exploration and worship of his body.
The word “relentless” was tattooed down his ribs and along his lower abdomen and I found myself tracing the letters with feather light touches. His skin was alive with goose bumps and an involuntary shiver caused me to withdraw my hands from him.
He grabbed my hand and placed it over his heart, allowing me feel the strong and rapid beat. My touch affected him and I felt powerful in front of him. It scared me, so I withdrew my touch completely, allowing my eyes to stay on his.
“Let’s pick out a movie and I’ll grab our drinks from the kitchen.” I said as I backed away from him and walked into the kitchen to try and steady myself.
Lucas Walters kept knocking me off kilter and I was afraid without too much more effort, he would own my heart, irrevocably.
I hoped a little distance would help my raging libido, but when I walked back into the living room, his shirt was back on and he was stretched out with his arms along the back of the couch, his feet propped on the ottoman. The man was sex personified and by the smirk on his face, he knew how much his presence was affecting me.
I sat down next to him and tucked myself into his side, feeling the heat coming off his powerful body. I’d had enough partners to know sex with Lucas would ruin me for all other men.
He picked out some new superhero movie that had recently come to video and we spent the afternoon on the couch, watching movies, wrapped up in each other’s arms. We would occasionally talk or comment on the movie but, for the most part, we laid in silence.
I had never been so comfortable in the presence of another person and eventually we drifted off to sleep on the couch. I woke up to Lucas behind me on the couch and the TV turned off. I must have drifted off before him and he made sure I was comfortable while I rested. As long as I was in his arms, I was happy.
He had his hard body pushed up against my back, his arms wrapped around my stomach, and every inch of his cock pushed into my cleft of my ass. It was taking all my strength to not push into him and grind against his hardness. His breathing let me know he was beginning to wake up.
He must have been feeling the same urge as I was because his thumb began to make small circles on my shirt covered stomach. I took my hand and stroked his arm, encouraging him to go further.
