that I know a man like him has never seen on the models I’m sure he usually dates.
When I look at his eyes going over what little of my body is exposed, I don’t see him finding my imperfections. His eyes tell me how much he doesn’t care about them and how much he still wants to fuck me. I wait for some smirk or comment. For him to tell me that he’s changed his mind.
Instead, he says, “I want more.”
I grab my skirt and slowly shimmy it down my body until it falls around my ankles while I continue to stare into his eyes.
“Step closer. I want to get a closer look at you.”
I suck in a breath and then take a step forward. I quickly feel myself losing my balance because my skirt is still around my ankles. I fall flat on my face on the floor. I wait for the laughter or teasing, but instead, I feel his arms around me as he lifts me up and then softly places me on the bed.
I open my eyes and see Sean looking at me with such lust and need that I forget that I just looked like an idiot in front of him. I forget that I’m half-naked and exposed in front of him.
“Fuck waiting and punishing you. I need you now.”
A second later, he has my bra off and one of my nipples in his mouth. I moan loudly as his tongue swirls around my nipple.
He sucks hard. “You like that, baby?”
“Yes,” I say, half-breathing, half-moaning.
His lips move to my other breast, giving it the same attention he just gave the other. “Fuck, your tits are perfect, Olive.”
“Don’t stop!” I scream.
He continues to torture my breasts, bringing me ever-so close to coming from just what he is doing to my boobs.
He grins against my breast and then says, “But, if I don’t stop, then how am I going to do this?” He grabs my panties and sharply pulls them down. He grabs my legs and opens them wide before burying his face in my pussy.
I’ve never had a man go down on me before. Sure, I’ve had boyfriends who have tried to get me excited with their hands, but it was nothing like what Sean is doing now. His face is buried between my legs, his tongue expertly moving in and out of my folds, inside my pussy, and then up over my clit. It’s a feeling I’ve never felt before, and I wasn’t expecting it.
I’m seconds away from coming as his tongue licks over my clit, and suddenly, his fingers bury deep inside my pussy. I scream, and he knows I’m close to coming. Just as I’m about to come, he stops. He sits up and pulls his shirt off over his body.
Yummy.
His body is beautiful. It’s all abs and muscles and tan, not like my fair skin that never gets to see the light of day here in Chicago.
He walks over to the nightstand and pulls out a condom before slipping out of his jeans and underwear. As he walks back toward the bed, I turn my head away, too embarrassed to even look at him.
He laughs. “You can look, Olive.”
I do even though I know my cheeks are now bright red with embarrassment. I eat him up with my eyes.
But the way he carries his body and walks toward me before climbing up on top of the bed makes me realize how much I want to be like him. It’s a crazy thought that I want to be like a man I hate. But I can learn a lot from Sean. I’d love to be able to walk into a room and carry my head high, no matter what stupid things I end up doing.
“Like what you see?” he asks with a smirk.
“Yes. You like what you see?” I say bravely, shocked at myself for being so bold.
His eyes travel down my body and then back up to my eyes. “I already have your body forever etched into my memory. I love it so much.”
I bite my lip, and then he shocks me by tossing me the condom and rolling over onto his back.
“Fuck me, Olive.”
I can’t tell if he is giving me the control or if he’s keeping the control by demanding that I fuck him instead of him fucking me. Now, I’m suddenly nervous again. He clearly has much more experience than I do.