offend you and I'm sorry that you don't believe me, but you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
Again, my cheeks flush.
I don't know if he's making fun of me or is being cruel on purpose.
“I know that you may not see yourself the way that I see you but standing here with your oily hair tied up in that loose bun and with sweat dotting your forehead, without a smudge of makeup, you're the most beautiful woman that I've ever seen. I don't care that you don't believe me. I just want you to know how I feel and how I see you.”
His words take my breath away and my hands begin to shake.
I reach over to him and wrap my hands tightly around his neck. I press my body toward his and he presses just as hard against mine.
We hold each other for a long time.
I don't know much about this man. There is still so much more to learn, but in this moment, I feel like he's the only one in the world that really matters.
When I pull away from him to look into his eyes, he kneels down and kisses me.
This time it’s measured, apprehensive.
He's waiting to see if it's okay and it is.
I kiss him back hard, but he pulls away.
He wants it slower now and that's okay. I do, too.
I run my fingers up and down his arm and then make my way toward his back.
I feel the strength of his shoulders and I lose myself in the thickness of his hair.
Burying his hands in my hair, he gives it a small tug, sending shivers all the way down to my toes.
When he tugs again, I tilt my head back and moan, enjoying the ripple effect of the sensation.
His mouth feels soft yet deliberate.
His lips connect immediately with mine and when our tongues touch, everything starts to feel okay again.
When he pulls away slightly, he runs his fingers down my neck and slowly pushes down one side of my shirt off my shoulder.
He's asking for permission.
It's nice, sometimes, to get tossed around and, other times, it's nice to take it slow.
I move my hands over and start unbuttoning his shirt one by one. They’re small and don't fit well into the loops, raising the tension of the moment.
Eventually the shirt flops open and I look at that muscled physique, losing myself in his marbled body.
He bends down and kisses the top of my shoulder.
Slowly, he finds his way underneath and unclasps my bra. Then with one quick motion, he takes off both the bra and shirt at the same time.
He kisses me again and pushes me against the nearest wall. The coolness of it against my back feels good but not as good as it does to feel the warmth of his body against my front.
Kneeling down again before me, he pulls down my pants along with my panties.
I feel exposed and on display, but in a good way. I like him looking at me. I like being naked before him, even though he's not.
The last time we were together, he was quite an expert with his fingers and if he’d continued like he did, he would've given me an amazing orgasm even without getting inside of me.
He lifts my leg up and puts it on his shoulder.
Pressing me harder against the wall, he kisses the inside of my thighs before licking the inside of me.
My heart jumps into my throat and starts to beat faster. I grab onto the wall for stability as waves of pleasure start to course through me.
His fingers quickly find their way inside, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“I'm starting to feel dizzy,” I say, not sure if my legs will keep me upright much longer.
“I think this will help,” he says, pushing me over the side of the deck.
I was thinking something more like a bed, but as soon as he thrusts himself inside of me, I forget all about that.
With one of his hands firmly around my breasts, my legs are spread out wide and my body is bent in half on the deck.
With his other free hand, he finds my clit and starts to move in quick little circles. The pleasure that I feel makes me almost lose my mind.
I love the way that he manhandles me.
I love the way that he overpowers me and takes care of me at the same time.
My breath quickens and his thrusts speed up. With each quick