Authors: G.V. Steitz
I carefully look into his eyes.
“I’m on the pill.” I say in return. That response makes me feel his hard cock twitch underneath my parted legs that are grinded into his groin, making me chuckle. He knows my little soft chuckle is from what I felt. He arches his one eye brow. I shrug. “I take them to regulate my cycle. I have pretty irregular periods. I have been on them since I was eighteen.” I explain. I have the palm of my hands resting on either side of his chest as we talk softly to each other about this. His eyes, glaring, very intensely on mine as he listens to what I say to him.
“
And how old are you now?” He asks.
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25.” I tell him.
His eyes move from my eyes to my lips and back to my eyes again.
“And my age doesn’t both you? I mean we are fifteen years apart in age. Doesn’t that concern you?” He asks. I can’t gage if that bothers him more than I would think it would or not. I shake my head.
“
No, it’s just a number Matthew. My parents were 22 years difference in age. I’m sorry if it worries or concerns you.” I say as I try to move off of his hard body, trying to make my modest escape.
Matthew keeps his hands securely around me, holding me against his body with his hands still cupped under my ass.
I look back over to him, looking to see why he won’t let me go.
“
It doesn’t bother me in the least baby. But I want to make sure you are ok with it. I knew you were at least ten years younger, but I wasn’t sure. I don’t want to stop what is going on between us. But it’s your call completely.” He explains. Watching me, waiting for me to tell him either way.
I look down to his lips, back up to his eyes, and I move the palms of my hands up to each of his shoulders and up his neck, as I cup his head with my thumbs on either side of jaw, my fingers wrapped around behind the nape of his neck and up through his hair in the back of his head. I lean back into him. I run my tongue across the bottom of his lip and he parts his mouth open to let me in. We begin to start again. , deepening our kisses, our moans becoming more intense. I know I have just given him permission with the go ahead with what we were doing. His hands slowly move back up the sides of my body. This time he pulls the sweater from behind me up over my head, and I hold my arms up as it comes over my head. My hair spilling back across both my shoulders, coming to the middle of my back and just long enough to cover most of my breasts.
He kisses my mouth again as he drops my sweater some place. His hands both placed on either of the top of my shoulders, he begins to move his hands, slowly down my arms. He reaches behind me, carefully unhooks my bra and runs his hands up the middle of my back. I groan into his mouth. The palm of his hands reach the back of my shoulders and his fingers gently pull the straps down from my shoulders, I move my arms down to remove the bra from my body that Matthew is peeling off of my aching body. I want to feel his chest against mine. I want to feel his skin to my skin. His fingers feel like they are trailing sparks where they run down my body. I feel the ache in the lower region of my belly, the scent of my arousal is something that can’t be denied any longer. I never felt the urge to get out of my clothes so fast ever in my life as I do at this one moment with Matthew.
I want to tell him about me I think to myself. I don
’t know if he will want to know or not. My lack of experience might upset him. Turn him off maybe? I don’t know.
Our lips separate once he removes my bra. His eyes still on mine, having not left my face, he looks intently on my reaction to him thus this far. His looks scare me. I don
’t know if its concern or worry or confusion that I see in his eyes. His hands rest on my hips again.
“
What’s wrong?” I ask, looking back and forth into his eyes.
Matthew shakes his head slowly, closing his eyes briefly. He opens them again and looks back in my eyes.
“Are you sure you want to keep going with this? Because Emma, really if you are worried, please tell me.” He says.
I feel my body tense under his touch.
I slowly begin to run the hands up and down his shoulders and arms, as I look down at his chest. “Why do you want to stop? Is it me?” I softly ask.
Matthew takes his hand, running it through my hair that has spilled over one side of my face. He clicks his tongue.
“Emma, look at me.” he says.
I look up to his eyes carefully as I worry what I might see.
Matthew keeps his eyes still on my face. I think to make sure he doesn’t go beyond what I am ready to do with him. I think and I also hope that’s all it is.
“
Emma, you are beautiful. I don’t want to rush you. I don’t want to scare you off. I want you. Believe me I
really
want you, but not at the risk of you regretting anything between us. Not only that.” He takes a deep breath in as he closes his eyes. He slowly exhales, reopening his eyes, looking back into mine. “I don’t think you have had many sexual partners and I don’t want this time to with me at least to make you feel you made a mistake. This between us, has nothing to do with your father, I hope you know. This between us I wanted when I first met you in that conference room the very first time I met you, months ago. This last time you had that meeting with our firm was the last straw. I had to find a way to take you out. To see if there was something or some way you might you feel in the same way as I do for you. So please, don’t feel you need to do anything because of your father. This has nothing to do with him and what I did at all. If you never spoke to me again after the other night, I still would have done this. OK?” He asks after explaining his concerns to me. I thought it was so sweet what he just told me. I just nodded.
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Yes?” He asks.
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Yes.” I whisper.
And then I feel his hands moving slowly up the sides of my body again. He leans in to kiss my mouth again, slowly trailing kisses down my jaw, to my neck. I feel his getting more aroused as he moves his lips down my body. Kissing my shoulder, down in the middle of my neck where it dips in before my chest. I grind my hips harder into his. His hands reach up, and he softly takes a breast in each hand and lets out a loud groan.
His mouth moving down my chest, to the swell of my full, aching breasts. I drop my head back, my hair falling behind me hanging down from my head.
“
God you are so beautiful Emma.” Matthew groans into my skin as he continues his kissing to one of my hard nipples. He traces the tip of his tongue around it before taking into his mouth. After what felt like more minutes than I count consciously in my head at that moment, Matthew took the nipple between his teeth lightly grazing it between them before releasing the very aroused nipple and moving over to the other one to do the same torture making me moan and pant louder.
Matthew motioned for me to move up to help me get more undressed. Personally, I wanted to rip his damn shirt off his body making buttons fly in every direction. I stood up and moved off the sofa. I slowly started undoing my navy slacks I still had on from this morning at work. I turned around from facing him and Matthew stood up. I walked a bit out of the room, letting my slacks fall to the floor. I was only wearing lacy white bikini style panties, nothing sexy. Well at least not to me. Matthew on the other hand looked over to me like I was what he wanted to devour for dinner, which made me giggle.
I pulled my hair over one shoulder, looking back over my shoulder, “Come on, and follow me.” I offered with my finger making the come here motion.
I walked into my bedroom. Set the dimmer on the lighting to make it look softer than what my body looked like in reality. I crawled up onto my king size mattress. I had a four post canopy bed with sheer white type material tied off on each post. I always thought those romantic honeymoon getaways were something I would never experience personally. So I decided to create the look for myself in my room. I sat in the middle of the bed and looked up to find Matthew leaning in the door frame looking at me on the bed. I leaned back on some pillows, stretching my legs out crossing them at the ankles.
Waiting, I watched him study me.
He finally started walking over towards the foot of the bed, looking down at me; he finally spoke,
“Emma, you look amazing baby. I can’t believe you want to do this. You look like an angel in the middle of this bed.”
I moved my lips side to side trying not to laugh or get more frustrated than I already was at this point.
“Why are you doing this to me Matthew? I have never heard of someone trying to talk someone out of having sex. What’s wrong? Just tell me. Please?” I ask as I sit up, looking into his eyes. I pull a pillow in front of me to hide my body from him. Maybe that’s it.
I look down his body. He is sporting quite a tent in his pants. So apparently that part of him wants to play with me. So what is it?
Chapter 9~Matthew
I am standing here, looking over her gorgeous bed, at this beautiful woman, desperate to take her since months ago when I first met her that very first day on her first meeting with me.
I am almost too nervous. She is someone I never expect and always thought I would never have. And here she is, trying to cover herself because she thinks I don’t want her. I think while I watch her, watching me pull my shirt off. My slacks have the belt off and the button at the top undone.
Her eyes are amazing. To watch her reactions through her eyes is something to behold. I
’ve never seen that in someone before. Her eyes slowly move down my body, looking at me. I smile.
Finally, I unzip my slacks, pulling them off; I toss them on the chair near her bed. Damn this bed looks like it
’s from a damn magazine. She looks so damn sexy and she doesn’t even know it, which makes me think that makes her even sexier.
And now she turns a perfect shade of pink from blushing. From her neck all the way throughout her face, and up to her cheeks. Fuck I am going to loose it too damn fast with her.
I crawl up onto her bed, ripping the pillow out of her hands that she is covering herself with, and throw it over to the other side of the bed. I think I heard it fall to the floor. Who knows? All I can think about is how amazing her body is and how badly I want to keep exploring it with my mouth. I have taken my shoes and socks off before I made it to the bedroom, making it easy for me to get to her.
I lean into her body pushing her back down onto the bed as my lips fuse to hers. Holding myself up with one hand on either side of her body, I climb up on top of her, kneeling on either side of her body. Straddling her, I lift my head up and look into her eyes.
“Your eyes are so expressive. They sparkle like emeralds and no, nothing is wrong at all. Well, other than me wondering why on earth you want to be with me at this moment.” I tell her as I look into her eyes.
“
I don’t know. Ever since I first met you, you are all I think about. You’re in my head Matthew. I dream of you. My body wants yours. We’re attracted to each other I suppose.” She says, shrugging her shoulders.
As her hands slide up my arms, she lightly grazes her nails into my skin. Making me even harder and I didn
’t think that was even possible at this point.
Listening to her talk nearly drives me insane. I want to dive into her and never leave. And then I see something pass through her eyes as she watches me.
“What are you worried about?” I ask her watching her.
Now I know she is worried about something. She looks worried.
“Matthew, I don’t have much experience with sexual partners as you probably do. I don’t know you might not want to do this.” She explains almost in a whisper. I let out my breath slowly and chuckle. “God, that’s all? I thought something was wrong.” I tell her and roll off of her and over to her side, pulling her into me so we can talk about this and she can relax or we can stop. She means something more to me than I ever felt with anyone before so I really don’t want to blow this with her. Especially after pissing the shit out of her the last time we were together. Oh no, not going to let that happen again.
I run my finger down the side of her face, outlining it with her soft, chestnut color hair, spilling over her one shoulder, and dripping down to her pillow as she is leaning on her elbow, her hand in her hair, lying on her side, facing me. I mirrored her same pose to study her, waiting for her to relax a bit. How many could she have? Five? Can
’t be ten. Shit how many does she think I have had? Well, let’s hope she doesn’t ask. I’m sure I’m still in double digits. I should think that…
“
Ok, so how many sexual partners?” I ask her, waiting and praying I don’t cringe at the number she gives me.
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One.” She squeaks out.
WHAT? Is she for fucking real?
Well, ok I deal with one. I need to find out first his name, and then go beat the shit out of him with a bat. But she doesn’t need to know how territorial I am when it comes to her. I can’t believe I just thought that. I am sure to freak her out.
“
Ok, one. So? Is that bad?” I ask sort of confused.