This is Love, page 5
“It’s eight a.m.,” she moans.
“It’s time to get up,” I say. She moans again, waking my cock. “Meet me for breakfast.”
“What?” she finally says, and I wonder what she wears to bed.
“Come and have breakfast with me,” I say again. “My house.”
“Is that a code for come and suck my cock?” she asks, and I shake my head and laugh.
“It’s code for come and eat.” My voice gets soft. “If my cock is on the menu, that will be your decision.”
“Now, we are talking,” she says, and I hear her stretching. “I’m really hungry.”
“Good. I’ll have things ready when you get here,” I tell her. “I’ll text you my address, and you text me when you will be here.”
“D’accord,” she says and hangs up, and I look at the phone.
What the hell does D’accord mean? I press the button on the phone. “Siri, what does d’accord mean?”
She answers me right away. “Décor means the furnishing and decoration of a room.”
“No, not décor,” I say and then open my Google translate page and put in “daccord,” and it tells me it means okay.
I get my shorts on and a shirt and run down to the bakery where I get an assortment of French pastries, some fruit, and grab a can of whipped cream. Hey, you never know, right? I’m walking in the door when my phone beeps in my pocket, and I see it’s from Vivienne.
Vivienne: I will be there in an hour. Breakfast better be ready.
Me: Are we still talking about my cock?
Vivienne: Trust me, when we talk about your cock, you’ll know.
Me: D’accord.
I put my phone down after I answer her. Grabbing a plate from the cabinet, I put the pastries on it and then cut up the fruit. I start the coffee and then hear the doorbell ring. I walk to it and see that it’s the delivery guy with two bags. I grab the bags and head back into the kitchen and open them. Eggs and pancakes and some French toast.
When the bell rings again twenty minutes later, I know it’s her. I get up from the couch and look down at myself. Maybe I should have changed; my heart speeds up just a touch, and my hands get clammy. I walk to the door and open it with a smile on my face, and it’s a good thing because she literally takes my breath away. She stands there looking like she just walked off the runway. She’s wearing a light pink long flowy skirt with a brown belt and a white camisole with spaghetti straps and not a bra strap in sight. Her long black hair tucked into her tan hat that she is wearing. “Well, well, well,” I finally say, and she walks in. Now I see the sexiness to the skirt, her entire legs are exposed to her thighs when she walks, exposing her tan strappy sandals.
“Well, well, well,” she counters and comes to me, kissing me on the lips. “Took you long enough,” she says and walks into the foyer, and I close the door behind her.
“It took me long enough?” I shake my head and see her looking around. “It took you two years to call me.”
“Yet it took you a day to call me back.” She crosses her arms over her chest, and her tits just push up even more.
“Someone told me that good things come to those who wait.” I remind her of what she told me.
“Well, I guess the wait is finally over,” she says, and I walk to her, take her hand, and bring it to my lips.
“It’s a nice day. Let’s eat outside,” I say and pull her with me toward the kitchen. We walk out of the little door, and she gasps at the view.
“This is beautiful,” she says, seeing the skyline and then walking to the railing. “We should eat outside.”
“Do you want to sit on the couch?” I say, pointing to the left at the face-to-face loveseats with a table in the middle. “Or do you want to sit at the table?” I point at the other side table with two bench chairs.
“Hmm.” She turns and puts her elbows on the railing, and she looks at me, but with the way her hat is I, can’t really see the color of her eyes. I walk over to her and take her hat off her head.
“I want to see your eyes. They are the door to your soul,” I say. “Now pick where you want to eat.” I turn, walking back inside, and toss her hat on the counter, and when I walk back outside, I see that she’s taken off her shoes and is sitting on one of the loveseats. With her legs outstretched, her dress hangs in the front, showing all her legs. “Couch, it is.”
“Look at this view. I’m in heaven,” she says to me, and I place the plates down in front of her. “Did you cook that?” she asks, pointing at the eggs and the pancakes.
“No,” I tell her. “I ordered that, but I did run out and get the pastries.”
“Well, look at you.” She smiles, and I lean down and kiss her lips. I don’t even know if I should have, but I do, and she lets me.
“Do you want coffee or orange juice?” I ask her, my hand coming up and my thumb rubbing her bottom lip.
“There better be champagne in that orange juice,” she says softly, and I nod at her, going back inside. The cold air hits me right away as I pop the bottle of champagne and make her drink. When I hear the door open, she says, “I came to help.”
“I was just making your drink,” I tell her, and she comes over to me, grabbing it and taking a sip. “You didn’t put any champagne in it.”
“I filled it halfway,” I tell her, laughing.
“Halfway isn’t the whole way.” She winks at me and adds more champagne. “Just perfect,” she says and grabs the plate of pastries, and I follow her out with the orange juice and champagne.
I place the fruit plate down and sit on the couch in front of her, grabbing a strawberry and putting it in my mouth. “Those are sweet,” I tell her, and she takes one and bites into it and moans.
“Those are to die for,” she says. “This whole thing is incredible.” She takes a bite of the croissant. “Had I known this would happen, I definitely would have called you sooner.”
I lean back on the couch and stretch my arms across the back. “Would you have?”
“Probably not,” she answers honestly. “I shouldn’t have called you this time.”
“And why is that?” I ask her and see her eyes struggle with the answer. “If we go anywhere in this, it has to be done with one hundred percent truth. If you can’t give me that, we’ll chalk it up as two friends having a couple of meals together.”
She downs her mimosa and then pours some more. “Where do you think this is going?”
“I have no idea,” I tell her. “But I would love to find out.”
“I don’t do relationships, Mark,” she tells me. “Ever. No exceptions.”
“And why is that?” I ask, now suddenly pissed off.
She shrugs her shoulders and looks away, then looks back at me. “It’s just easier that way.”
“For who?” I ask her, and she just shakes her head and smiles.
“For everyone,” she answers, taking another strawberry. “These strawberries really are the best.”
“They are,” I say, and I just watch her. Putting her drink down, she gets up, walking to me. She picks up her dress and proceeds to straddle me. My hands automatically go to her hips as she sits on top of me.
“I have an itch, Mark,” she says softly. “An itch that only you can scratch.”
“Is that so?” I ask her as she grinds her hips on my already hard cock.
“That is very so,” she says. When she leans in closer, I take her mouth. My hand moves up her back, her tongue tasting of strawberry and orange. Her head tilts to the side in order to deepen the kiss. She wants to be in charge, and just for a minute, I’m going to let her.
When her hands go from my chest to my hair is when I take over. I wrap one arm around her waist and stand, her mouth leaving mine as she yelps. “Time to show you my bedroom.” Her legs wrap around my waist.
“That sounds like a great idea.” She smiles, moving her mouth close to my ear. “Besides …” She nips my earlobe as I walk through the doorway, and I want to press her against the glass window. “It’s time to show you my vagina.”
Chapter Seven
Vivienne
My hands go into his hair, and I slam my mouth onto his as he carries me through his house. Sitting in front of him and hearing him tell me that he doesn’t know where this is going was nerve-wracking, but there is only one place for this to go. In a week, he’ll move along and so will I.
His tongue rolls with mine, and the anticipation of what’s to come gets all my senses going. The little flutters start again in my stomach, and this time, I know it’s just because I’m eager to finally get some dick. My heart hammers in my chest, which is new, but I guess it’s been a while, so every part of me is excited. I moan into his mouth when he stops moving, and I look around his bedroom. The wall of windows provides a view of the river, and the sun shines in. His king-size bed sits in the middle of the room with two chaises on one side and then a sofa on the other. His room is massive, and I’m going to fuck him on every single surface.
“This is nice,” I tell him, and he just attacks my neck. He sucks in and then bites down, and it shoots straight through me. One hand wraps around my waist to hold me up, and he uses the other one to pull down my shirt, snapping the spaghetti strap. My breast suddenly feels the cool air right before he leans down and bites the pebble tip, rolling it between his teeth with just enough pressure that I throw my head back and moan. He pulls it into his mouth and then twirls his tongue around it. I’m almost feverish trying to get off him and get him naked.
“Naked,” I say while he assaults my nipple, and I can’t do anything except close my eyes. I’m focusing on his tongue and teeth, and I swear I’m one touch away from having an orgasm. It’s at the tip of my toes, working its way up, and my breathing gets a little bit more intense. I can taste it, and just like that, he stops what he’s doing.
Again, I moan, but this time in frustration. “I was so close.”
“Good things come to those who wait,” he tells me, and I swear I want to push him down and plant myself on his cock and take what I want. He tosses me onto the bed, and I prop myself up on my elbows and watch him. I didn’t really check him out before. He grabs his shirt from the back, and I watch as he pulls it over his head. I thought he would be like this, but it’s better; it’s so much fucking better. Everything is defined, his pecs are perfect and round, and his abs are on fucking point. His body is tanned and his chest so wide; not one thing on his body is bad. I look down and see his cock trying to get out, and from the looks of his shorts, he’s hard as a rock in every single place.
“How long are you going to make me wait?” I ask him. “I can start without you.”
“You touch yourself, and then I won’t make you come the whole time,” he says with his eyes focused on mine. “I’ll eat your pussy so hard, and I won’t make you come.”
“Is that a fact?” I ask him, and I’m almost tempted to play with myself, but something about the way he looks at me stops me.
“Not a fact. It’s the truth,” he says with authority, and I know he’ll do it. “Show me your pussy,” he asks. No, he demands.
I open my legs, bending them at the knees, and the skirt falls to the sides, giving him a full view of what he wants to see. I picked this dress for just this reason, the easy access. He moves so fast; one second, he’s standing by the bed, and the next, his mouth is on my pussy. His tongue slips through my folds, and I feel his tongue fuck me. I grip his head with one of my hands, and he stops. My eyes peel open to look at him, his eyes almost black. I watch him as he licks up to my clit, then sucks it in. My eyes automatically close, and I feel one of his fingers slide in me. My hips move up on their own, my legs open wider. He slips another finger in me, and my stomach dips. I feel his body moving over me, his mouth latching onto my nipple as he fucks me slowly with his fingers. His tongue moves up my chest to my neck, and then his mouth is on mine, and I taste myself on him. I kiss him frantically while my hips move with his fingers.
His thumb strums my clit, and I want to move it side to side a bit faster. I can feel the orgasm building in my toes and slowly working its way up. My pussy gets just a touch tighter, a touch wetter. I pull away from his mouth to pant out his name.
“Mark,” I say, closing my eyes as I take in the orgasm just a little bit more, his finger rubbing my G-spot over and over again. And then he pulls his fingers out of me, and my legs fall to the sides. “What?” I ask, confused.
“You kept me waiting for two years,” he says, and I reach out to bring his hand back. “Two years of watching you.” He puts his thumb on my clit and rubs it in a small circle. “Teasing me.”
“I was not,” I say, frustrated, and then he lowers his mouth again. His fingers fucking me again, he nips at my clit, and I’m right back to where I was before. My hands grab my tits, twisting my nipples. “Mark.” I say his name again as the feeling starts to build again. “Right there,” I tell him as his fingers curl up, touching the tender spot inside. My back arches, my hips buck up, and then he stops what he’s doing again. My body is shaking with need. “I need …”
“What do you need?” he asks me.
“I need …” I almost say I need him, but I catch myself. He brings his hands to his mouth and sucks me off him.
“You need to come,” he says. “You come on my cock.”
“Then give me your cock.” I egg him on.
He pulls his shorts down over his cock, and the minute I see it, I’m sitting up and it’s already in my mouth. The salty pre-cum hits my tongue first, and I take as much of his cock in my mouth as I can, stopping midway. Not only is he hung, but he is thick, and my fingers can’t wrap all the way around him. I feel his hands in my hair, and he grips it and pulls my head back. “Nothing sexier than my cock in your mouth,” he says. “But I think my cock in your pussy will be better.”
“Then show me,” I say, leaning back in the middle of the bed. He gets off the bed and pulls down his shorts the rest of the way. His thighs are so big and all muscle. “You look like a Greek god,” I tell him as I watch him walk to the side table and take out a pack of condoms.
“Come here.” He motions me with his finger, and I want to say no, you come here. But my head doesn’t work with my body, and I’m already out of the bed. I stand in front of him, and he pulls my white camisole off my body, his hand cupping both my B cup tits in his huge hand. “I’m going to fuck you the way I want to fuck you.” I watch as he almost rips my skirt off to get it over my hips. “You’re going to let me fuck you the way I want to.”
“Is that so?” I say, my hand gripping his cock and moving up and down. “What if I want to fuck you?”
“We’ll see if you deserve it,” he says, his fingers sliding through the wetness of my lips. “This is mine,” he says at the same time his thumb presses down on my clit. I want to tell him to dream on, but the only thing that I can do is close my eyes and groan. I’m already halfway there, so I don’t want to say anything that makes him stop.
He pulls his hands out when I get on my tippy toes and open my legs a touch more, and I open my eyes and glare at him. “You’re going to take this cock,” I say, my hand squeezing his cock. “And you are going to make me come, so help me.” He picks me up, bringing me back to the bed.
“Legs open,” he tells me. Following his command, I lie in the middle of the bed and open my legs. He rips open a condom and slowly covers himself. My heart starts to speed up, knowing at any second he is going to be in me. He climbs on the bed on his knees, moving himself between my legs. Taking his cock in his hand, he runs it down my slit one time, then moves it up. He puts the tip right there and pushes in just a bit. My eyes close, and he stops.
“Watch,” he says, and my eyes slip open. “Watch my cock,” he says, his words making my pussy get tighter. “See your pussy stretch to take me,” he says as he stretches me to get his cock head in, and then he enters me like a fucking snail. I don’t breathe until he is balls deep in me. He pulls out just a touch and then moves in me again. “You ready?” he asks me, and I nod my head, biting my lower lip. His hands grab mine and put them on either side of my head. He pulls all the way out and then thrusts back into me. If he wasn’t holding my hands, I would have smashed into the headboard. He does it again and again, driving me crazy with his pounding. My legs open wider and wider. My hips tilt up to take him deeper, deeper than I’ve ever had before. I can’t help the cry that comes out, and he stops. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” I say. “More.” My mouth is dry, but my pussy pulses around him. He watches me as he pounds into me over and over again, and I move my hips with him. “Yes,” I say over and over again. “I’m going to come,” I tell him, and I move my legs higher and higher. His cock rubs my G-spot over and over again. I’m going to come, and it’s going to be like never before. I don’t know why, I just do.
“Mark,” I say his name, tasting it. “Mark,” I say. Just one more pump and I’ll be there. And just like that, he pulls out of me, and I groan as his face sucks my pussy into his mouth.
“What is …?” I ask him, and he flips me over.
“Ass up, face down,” he orders, and I’m going to do it. His hands grasp my hips as his cock slips into me slowly until he is finally in all the way. He fucks me over and over again, his speed going from slow to fast, and I grip the sheets to not fly.
“How much do you want to come?” he asks, and I’m literally a rag doll at this point. I’ve never been one to beg, and I’ve never been one to almost cry from an orgasm.
“Mark,” I plead with him. “Please.” He pounds in me over and over, and I move one of my hands to my clit and slowly rub it.
“Are you playing with yourself?” he asks. When I nod my head, his hands leave my hips, and he squeezes my ass and pounds in again. “I told you,” he says, pounding between words. “Your pussy is mine.”
“Yes,” I tell him as I try to fuck him back, but I don’t know how much more I can do. I look over my shoulder at him, and his eyes watch as his cock slides in and out of me. “Harder.” His eyes fly to me, and he sees me watching him. He puts one thumb in his mouth and then when he pounds into me again, his finger goes in my ass, and the moan that comes out of me shocks me.
