Chapter 2
Two
Elias Jentry
“ I agree, but after the disastrous dates I’ve suffered through, I’m starting to think the majority of men aren’t much different than my ex.”
“The dates were that bad?” I asked, wondering if she was exaggerating.
“Worse. My friends truly lucked up with their husbands, and God must have broken the mold and buried it.”
“I haven’t dated since I broke up with my ex. We were only together for about a year, and before that, I was too focused on work to date anyone seriously. I’d like to think I was included in the good man mold. All I need is the right woman to give all this good loving to.”
She looked at me for a moment as if she were weighing my words, but when she responded, she didn’t address them.
“Dating may be different for men. At this point, if I’m ever in another serious relationship, it will only be because God hand- delivered him to me. No more dating apps or letting people play matchmaker.”
I laughed as I thought about how terrible those dates must have been for her to swear off dating in general.
“You want another drink?” I asked, hoping she’d say yes.
“Sure, but this is the last one. It’s been a long day, and I’m not as young as I used to be.”
I wasn’t trying to get her drunk, but I wasn’t ready for her to leave. I summoned the bartender and ordered us another drink.
“None of us are, but you don’t look a day over twenty-five. I’m assuming you’re at least a few years older.”
“What is your assumption based on?”
“You said you were married for ten years. I’m pretty sure you didn’t get married when you were fifteen.”
“You assume correctly.”
“If you got married at eighteen, you could be close to thirty.”
“Could be.”
“Well, I’m forty-two. As beautiful as you are, if you’re not over thirty, I shouldn’t even be talking to your pretty ass.”
Karla was a natural beauty. Her skin was a medium brown shade with a red undertone.
I wasn’t sure if her hair was naturally auburn, but the color looked amazing with her skin tone.
Her face was covered in freckles that looked as if they were strategically placed.
I could look at her for hours and not get bored.
She laughed as the bartender placed our drinks in front of us. After taking a sip, she responded.
“Is thirty too young for you?” I nodded. “Even if we’re just sitting at the bar talking?”
“It is when all I can think about is how good you’d look butt ass naked, spread eagle, in the center of my bed.”
She happened to be lifting her glass to her mouth and almost slammed it down upon hearing my words.
“Elias!” she shrieked with surprise.
“It might be safer to bend you over my balcony and hit it from the back. I might fall in love if I have to look into those beautiful eyes while my dick is buried deep inside you.”
She held onto the front of the bar, closed her eyes, and took a few slow, deep breaths before speaking.
“You’re talking to a thirty-eight-year-old woman who hasn’t had sex in over a year. I’m not looking for love, so that second option works for me. I hope you’re not saying shit you can’t back up.”
I stood, took her hand, and she willingly slid from the stool. My pace was fast as we left the bar, but she kept up with me, holding the hem of her dress in her free hand.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked when we stopped in front of my room.
We stood face-to-face as she spoke. “For the past four days, I’ve been hoping I’d meet someone who could knock the cobwebs off my pussy and fold me up like a pretzel. Is that person you?”
Nothing else needed to be said. As soon as we entered my room, I pressed her back against the door and covered her mouth with mine.
Our tongues connected, sliding around each other’s mouths.
The remnants of the vodka from her drink lingered on her tongue, combining with the leftover cognac flavor on mine.
As we kissed, I forced my hands between her and the door, fumbling with the zipper of her dress for a moment before pulling it down. While I did that, she unfastened my pants, not hesitating to shove her hand inside and grab my dick.
“Fuck!” I groaned into her mouth.
Suddenly, she pushed me away, gazing at me with low eyes. I thought she was having second thoughts until she let her dress fall from her shoulders before pushing it down her body. It fell to the floor, exposing her bare breasts and the thong she wore underneath.
As she eased the thong over her hips, I thanked God that Karla was built like a grown ass woman with full, voluptuous breasts, the perfect waist-to-hip ratio, thick thighs, and a plump ass that I could see from the front.
“Damn, you’re stunning.”
She timidly looked down at her body but didn’t try to cover up, for which I was grateful. When she looked up again, our eyes connected and remained that way while I undressed.
Once I was naked, I offered her my hand and she didn’t hesitate to take it. I led her to the bedroom, which was illuminated by the moonlight. As we headed toward the bed, she paused, causing me to turn and look at her.
“Can we shower?” she asked.
“Whatever you want.”
We went to the bathroom, which had a large walk-in shower. I turned the water on before lifting her and sitting her on the counter. She opened her legs, and I stepped between them.
A piece of her hair had fallen from the bun on the top of her head, and I reached up and slipped it behind her ear, then cupped her face.
“I love your freckles, and I’m battling the urge to kiss each one of them.”
She blushed and tried to look down, but I wouldn’t allow it.
“Thank you. I was teased a lot about them as a child, and I started wearing makeup to cover them.”
“I’m glad you didn’t do that today.”
I leaned in and placed light kisses on her cheeks and forehead before making it to her lips. She’d been holding onto the edge of the counter, and as our kiss became more intense, she put her arms on my shoulders and caressed the back of my neck.
My dick rubbed against her stomach as she pressed her body against mine. I had to fight the temptation to reach between us and slide my dick into her awaiting hole. I pulled away, but my lips were close enough to brush against hers as I spoke.
“We should shower before I fuck you on this counter.”
She nodded, and I picked her up and placed her on her feet. I slid the glass shower door open and let her enter first. It would take an act of God not to fuck her in the shower, but I had to be strong.
As we bathed, I kept my eyes on her face, hoping that would make it easier to fight the urge to pin her against the shower wall and shove my dick deep inside her. Just looking at her had my dick ready to explode.
“We’re clean enough,” I announced, removing the towel from her hand.
Thankfully, she followed my lead. We quickly rinsed off, and I stepped out of the shower before extending my hand to Karla.
With her free hand, she reached for a towel, but I stopped her.
Before she could question me, her back was against the bathroom wall, and her legs were wrapped around my waist.
Her chest heaved up and down as I pressed my bare dick against her center.
As I began to grind against her, I kissed her, pushing my tongue into her mouth.
She moaned and tightened her legs around my waist. I was a millisecond away from sliding inside her before she tore her mouth away from mine.
As startled as I was by her actions, I was also concerned she’d changed her mind.
“What’s wrong?”
“Do you have rubbers?”
“Oh shit. My bad, Karla. I got carried away. Let’s go to the bedroom.”
I stepped back, and her legs fell from my waist. She followed me into the bedroom, and while I retrieved an unopened box of condoms from my luggage, she sat on the bed.
“After I found out my husband was cheating, I asked him if he at least used protection. He couldn’t look me in the eyes when he answered, which told me what I needed to know. I got tested for all possible sexually transmitted diseases, and I was so grateful everything came back clean. I just . . .”
“Baby, you don’t have to explain yourself to me. I had no intention of having unprotected sex with you. I let myself get carried away, and I’m glad you stopped me.” I removed a condom from the box and gave it to her. “Put it on.”
She looked surprised by my request and hesitated momentarily before wrapping her hand around my dick. I watched as she covered the head with her thumb, using the generous amount of precum to rub over it.
“I’ve never seen a dick more beautiful. It’s so long, thick, and veiny.”
“I appreciate the compliment, but you need to cover this muthafucka with that rubber or with your mouth. You choose.”
I noticed how she licked her lips, letting me know she wanted me in her mouth.
I’d let plenty of women I didn’t know suck my dick, only returning the favor for women I was involved with.
I met Karla a little over an hour ago, and I’d already imagined licking her from her clit to the top of her ass crack.
She was about to get the full treatment.
I’d never let her please me with her mouth before I had the opportunity to please her, but I wanted to see where her head was.