Authors: Charlotte Swanpol
Chapter 7
“Move in with me,” his words stopped my heart.
We hadn’t been in the car two minutes and had yet to leave the parking lot when he had asked, more insistent.
“What?” I pretended as though I’d heard wrong, hoping like hell I had.
“Move in with me,” he turned and looked at me, not even attempting for us to leave. “I love you Trina. I want to be with you. Move in with me.”
“Whoa,” I held a hand up. “Mark, this is really fast.”
“Sometimes you just know,” he shrugged. “With you, I just know.”
“Look, I mean this,” I waved my hand between the two of us, “it’s good. Let’s not fuck it up.”
“Living together doesn’t fuck things up.”
“Yes,” I told him. “It does.”
“Look Trina,” he began, his voice sounding agitated. “I don’t know how to say this,” his hand waved between us. “I’m not the casual dating, might see you-might not, hardcore sex and gone kind of guy. I do serious. Relationships. Cohabitation. Marriage. I’m the guy that wants forever. Not just for now.”
“Wow,” I tried to catch my breath. “I don’t know what to say.”
“About?”
“Any of it. God. I never said I was looking to settle down—get married—any of that.”
“I know,” he admitted. “But look how far it’s gone in such a short time?”
“So what’s wrong with where it’s at?”
“I didn’t say anything was wrong with it Trina,” he reminded me. “I said I want it to be more.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Then we will just part ways and call it a mistake.”
“So I can move in with you or lose you?”
“Trina,” He turned to me, his eyes stone-like. “I get what I want. Right now what I want is you.” I felt my body melting at the sound of his voice, stern and demanding, telling me that I was his goal. “But I don’t want you for the night. Or for the month. I want you forever.”
“Could you maybe let it work its way there?”
“It has. We already know how we feel,” his words were cold.
Reaching across my lap, his hand slipped under the hem of my shirt. I felt my breath catch as his fingers gently stroked my skin, sliding upwards slowly and methodically.
“I want you Trina,” his words were like heat, melting my resolve. “I want to touch and devour every inch of you.” I felt his fingers tracing my nipple through the thin bra I was wearing. “I want to slip my lips around your nipples, sucking and biting them as you scream my name and beg for me.”
My legs were quivering, my clit throbbing hard against my panties. God this man made me come undone with so little.
“I want to press my lips against your soft caramel skin, planting kisses against every single inch,” his fingertips ran a trail down my stomach, nearing the waistband of my skirt. “I want you so bad,” he leaned in, murmuring the words against my ear, hot breath hitting my skin.
Slowly his hand slid out from under my shirt as he moved it to my thigh. Parting my legs, I was silently begging him to give me what I needed most.
“But I can’t have you if you won’t be mine. Fully. Completely.” His fingers began to slide gently across my skin, drifting up towards the hem of my skirt. Twisting my body, I slid my legs open further to allow him easy access.
“See the way your body responds to me?” he asked, slipping his hand underneath the fabric, stopping just before he reached my panties. “The way you long to feel my touch, my kiss….” He began to kiss gently against my earlobe. “My cock.”
“Jesus,” I tried to catch my breath and steady the trembling.
“Say you will move in with me Trina,” fingertips traced the damp spot in the crotch of my panties, causing me to move again--begging for his touch. “Say you will give me all of you and I will give you all of me.”
“Oh God,” I moaned. “Yes. Yes I will move in with you.”
I wasn’t sure what I was doing. I didn’t want to feel this way. So connected to one man. I didn’t want to cave and allow him control in my life, let alone of my feelings. But I couldn’t stop myself. As he touched me and talked to me, I couldn’t imagine letting him go. I did not want to have another. He was all I wanted. All I needed.
“Let’s go home Trina,” he pulled away. “WE have some celebrating to do.”
Before we even got the door closed at his far too large home, his hands were on me. Tugging quickly, unafraid of ripping my expensive outfit, he began to pull my clothes off. Hands all over me as his lips kissed and nuzzled my neck from behind.
“God, I’ve wanted you since I was sitting in your salon chair,” he moaned, grabbing my bare tits with his hands and squeezing. “I imagined doing this to you as you were cutting my hair.” Fingertips took hold of my nipples and he began to pull and tug.
“Oh god,” I cried out, wanting only to feel even more. “Oh holy fuck.”
Everything that he had been holding back came out in those moments. Once my nipples were fully erect, he turned me to face him and knelt before me, taking one at a time into his mouth. I stood before him, naked and wanting, as he crouched still clothed and nibbled on the perky buds.
I was damn close to screaming already when I felt his hand cup the triangle of my groin, one finger slipping between my thighs and locating my clit.
“FUCK!” I yelled.
It wasn’t as though I had never had a man. I had been with plenty. But none had been able to incite this feeling with a mere touch. In what felt like less than three seconds my entire body clenched and my legs wobbled and I felt the orgasm about to explode.
“Not yet baby,” he teased, removing his hand. “I want to taste you.” Replacing his finger, his tongue slid and worked circles around my clit, hands cupping and squeezing my ass.
He didn’t have time to stop this time as the orgasm overwhelmed me suddenly and my body began to spasm with release.
“Mmmmm,” he moaned, running his tongue along and tasting me as I began to relax once more. “Feel better baby?” he asked, kissing my neck once more as his hands massaged my tits.
“Yes,” I moaned, barely able to talk or breathe.
“Good,” he whispered.
Unable to control myself, I reached out and began to remove his shirt, running my hands along his hard body.
“You are so fucking sexy,” I moaned, touching his abs and chest repeatedly. Slowly my hands went to the buttons on his jeans, pulling them down, followed by his underwear.
His cock, hard and ready, waited for me.
“My turn,” I teased, dropping to my knees on the floor and taking him into my mouth. Teasing him with my tongue, I felt him stiffen further. “Mmmm” I moaned against his shaft, causing a throb I could easily feel. Just as I felt him tense and prepare for his own release, he pushed me back.
Slowly he picked me up, kissing my neck, and carried me to the sofa. Laying me back, I looked into his eyes as I wrapped my legs around his waist.
“I love you Trina,” he whispered, as he slipped between my thighs and I felt his cock slide into me.
“I love you too,” I admitted, closing my eyes and focusing on the thrust and the pleasure and not the words I’d just said.
Though I would have liked to make love for hours, our lack of release for so long had shortened the process. Within a few moments of thrusting into me, I felt my own body clench as his did. Cries of his name and love came out as I felt my entire body collapse around him. Shortly after he thrust one final time before exploding with his own orgasm.
Unable to move, I lay on the couch wrapped up in this perfect man and fell asleep.
Chapter 8
“Sooo, how’s it going?”
“Well, work sucks,” I admitted. “But I’ll be opening my own shop soon.”
“I meant with Mark,” Chelle laughed. “What’s it feel like being serious?”
“It’s okay,” I nodded. “His house is really fucking big. But I don’t have to clean it so I’m okay. It’s different Chelle. It’s hard to feel comfortable when I know at any moment the other shoe could drop.”
“I highly doubt it. I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”
I couldn’t help but smile. She was right. He adored me. I knew that every day.
“He’s talking about marriage and kids,” I rolled my eyes.
“Why does he insist on putting me outside of my comfort zone.”
“Your comfort zone sucks,” she laughed. “I’m glad he’s doing it.”
“So how’s Derek?”
“Well,” she smiled, holding her hand out. A beautiful diamond was staring back at me. “Guess we are gonna do this thing.”
“That’s great. I’m so happy for you.”
“I miss seeing you everyday,” she admitted. “I’m sorry that we can’t do that anymore.”
“Me too,” I admitted. “But life goes on, right? You have Derek. I have Mark. They deserve our time too.”
“Yes, they do. But hey,” she laughed. “At least we have Fridays.”
“They can’t ever take that from us.”
“When you guys gonna take the plunge?”
“No time soon. I told him I wanna have the shop open and successful. I want to travel. I want to do a lot of things.”
“He’s okay with that?”
“Not at all,” I admitted. “But we are working on a compromise.”
“Good. I like seeing you happy.”
“I am. I really am. Who’d have thunk it?” we both laughed at my wording. “Oh and guess what?”
“What?”
“They fired Abby. She was caught stealing. Can you believe that?”
“Bitch,” Chelle added.
“Jobless bitch.”
We both laughed and signaled the waiter for another round of margaritas.
I could not believe how much my life had changed in only three months. I had gone from refusing to even date anyone seriously to living with a man, discussing marriage and planning a trip to Europe. I was saving that news for later as I had a huge surprise for Chelle. Her and Derek were going with us.
Apparently the men had chatted and we were all going on an adults-only adventure just before they got married. It was our gift to them for their wedding.
Looking around the restaurant, it felt somehow different. I felt somehow different. Hell, life was different.
I wasn’t certain where everything would lead, and occasionally I still had panic attacks over the possibility of waking up and learning Mark was cheating or had left. But I knew that what I was living in that moment was worth every risk I was taking.
It was hard for me to believe that on one of the worst days I’d had at work, I got trapped into taking an extra client I didn’t want. He turned out to be the love of my life and the one person I could not live without.
That night as I lie in bed, wrapped in his arms and listening to his heartbeat, I heard him speak some muffled words that I could not quite make out.
“Did you say something?” I asked, looking into his eyes and seeing the love he felt for me.
“I said I’m glad I fucked my hair up,” he laughed.
“Me too,” I giggled. “I’m even more glad that you are the most frugal rich guy I have ever met.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because if you’d spent fifty bucks to have that mess cleaned up, I wouldn’t be here right now.”
“If I’d fucked you on our first date you wouldn’t be here right now.”
I had to think about that one for a moment. He was right. I’d have never gone out with him again. I’d have gotten what I wanted and moved on.
“Probably not,” I admitted. “But I never did understand why you said no. Was it just to torment me with sex until I caved and became your girlfriend?”
I heard his laugh and knew that I’d been wrong.
“No,” he laughed. “It wasn’t that.”
“Then what was it?”
“Honestly?” he asked and I nodded. “I was afraid you were using me.”
“I was.” I admitted with a giggle. “I’m glad you didn’t let me.”
“Me too Trina, Me too.”
THE END
Chapter 1
EMMA
“Oh I am going to be so late, so late.” I am frantically rushing to work, wishing the subway would move faster. I knew I shouldn’t have gone out with Ginny last night when I had an early morning work meeting. We ended up being out so late, half drunk and laughing our asses off. But now I am paying for it.
I finally make it to work at 9 o’clock on the dot. I rush into the meeting, plop down in my seat, and slowly I begin to breathe again. My co-worker and second hand girl is eyeing me from across the table. I give her a small kick under the table and mouth, “Later.” She giggles to herself and shakes her head. Tessa would have to wait.
The meeting ends about an hour later and I make my way back to my desk, but not before Tessa is grabbing my arm. “So my darling, what were you up to last night?” She winks at me.
“I went out with Ginny and we had a bit too much to drink. I had a great time and I got in late, hence how I then overslept this morning and had to book it to work. Plus having a bit of a hangover really sucks.” I sit down at my desk and she sits down at hers, which is right across from mine.
Tessa looks gorgeous today, tan and thin, her outfit slimming and flattering. She is also enjoying the single life. She can get whoever she wants when she wants. I, while trying to enjoy the single life, end up playing in a different ball field than her. I don’t want to do the quick hookup thing, been there done that. Every once and a while, I sometimes still give in, usually due to being horny as hell. Now I am getting to the point where I want to settle and find a man to share my life with.
“No steamy hookup to report? I was hoping for some juicy deets this morning.” Tessa grins at me, anxiously waiting for an answer.
“No, no hookups last night. I was just loving my single girl attitude last night. Plus you know I am trying to slow down on that scene.” I give her a genuine smile but inside I do slightly wish I had found someone last night. And not someone to just sleep with. I have trouble finding a decent man these days. Most are just looking for a quick release. I also am on the thicker side, with luscious curves and voluptuous breasts. Sometimes I wonder if maybe I am too thick and that’s why I don’t get as much attention from the men.
I have tried to lose weight in every way imaginable. I have done every diet known to man, taken every diet pill out there, and tried every exercise regime. I have lost some weight; I just never make it to being thin. Now I am trying to embrace and accept who I am. I probably won’t ever be a stick thin person and I need to accept myself. I threw myself into a clothing line I am working on for big, beautiful women such as myself. I put all of the passion I have into my clothing line, letting it build my self-confidence in the process.
Tessa loves my designs. Sometimes she even helps me with them. Even though she may be thin and can wear whatever the hell she wants, she loves my passion for it. I want women to love themselves, no matter what size clothes they may wear. Why shouldn’t all women be allowed to be sexy?
I went out to a bar one night and I was wearing one of my designs. Sure enough, men flocked to me like I had set a spell. I felt like a million bucks. I want others to feel that same way. I know what it is like to grow up and not like yourself and I want to save others from feeling that way.
I shake my head to clear my thoughts. Tessa asks a few more questions about last night and then we both settle into work.
Tessa and I are designers for a fashion magazine. I love setting up the issues and designing the layouts. She is a great companion as we both have a lot of the same ideas.
I began sketching my clothing designs on the side. I just sketched for fun, doing a few designs here and there. I had a lot of fun with it so I kept on designing. I didn’t think it was going to take off into anything but it has. I hired a professional seamstress to make a few of the designs and I began to advertise and market myself like crazy. The internet is a powerful tool, especially when used correctly. I started having people wanting to buy and now I have orders rolling in. I feel that it’s time to get a buyer and start a line inside a store. I am ready to expand and see what this business has to offer me.
I stayed late at work that night, designing as many new clothes as I can and touching up on some other ones. I love that the magazine lets me use my desk to work on my fashion line, as long as it is after work hours. I need to drop my designs off to the seamstress by Thursday and she will have everything ready for me for the show next week. The buyer is Jason Davis and he is known for buying clothing lines that then turn into major successes. He doesn't make you change anything; he just strictly buys into your line, and then does all of your advertising for you. You still have complete control over the designs and your look.
Fierce women’s designer clothing is my baby and I want everything to go perfect. I have worked so hard to get to this point and I am so excited for the buyer to check out my line. I call it a night and quickly pack up my things and rush out the door.