Chapter 8
Haze
A fter grabbing our dinner from the delivery person, I come back into my apartment to find Anna has cleared off a space for us to eat. I leave the pizza and rummage through my tiny kitchen to get cold drinks, plates, and napkins. While I’m all about eating healthy, sometimes you just can’t beat a pizza, and the Emporium does one of the best I’ve ever had—and given my Italian heritage I like to think I’m a good judge. When we’re settled down with a warm slice in our hands, things get quiet for a few minutes. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until I took the first bite.
It's a pleasure to see Anna scarfing down her food as well. Since she lost weight during her recovery, I vow to myself to plump her back up. Since I have no idea what she likes in the realm of food, I ask, “Besides pizza, what other foods do you like? If we can compare notes, it’ll make shopping for groceries a lot easier.”
“Yeah, making two separate meals is too much time and trouble.” Taking another bite of her pizza, she thinks it over. “I’m not a big fan of fried foods. I’d take a steak and baked potato over burger and fries. I try to have at least one salad a day, both because I like them and because I know the human body needs leafy green vegetables.
I tap my chest with one hand. “Same here. I work out almost every day and am usually careful about what I put in my body, but you gotta treat yourself from time to time.”
We continue talking about food and I tell her about how we run our business. I like that the conversation flows smoothly between us. It’s funny, normally with women, all I’m thinking about is getting them into bed. I mean, with Anna I’d be lying if I said that wasn’t crossing my mind too, but also, I just really enjoyed talking to her. Finding out what she likes and dislikes, what her dreams are, and what makes her happy. Really getting to know her, rather than just wanting to get between her legs.
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An hour flies by in no time, and I clean up our leftovers. When I come back, Anna is standing at the doorway to the bathroom holding the waterproof sleeve they gave her to protect her cast from water damage. Her face is bright red and she’s looking really awkward. I walk over to her, wondering why she looks so uncomfortable. She has to know that I’ll help her put the sleeve on.
I’ve been fighting my cock getting hard all evening but that’s nothing new when I’m around Anna. The closer I get to her, the harder I get. Now, I know my dick is not getting any action tonight but it’s not trying to hear that shit, especially with Anna standing in the doorway looking so sweet and vulnerable.
Gesturing to the sleeve, I ask “What’s up. Do you need help putting it on?”
She glances away. “I might need more help than just that.”
“Huh?” I ask, because I’m not sure what she’s getting at.
“When I was in the rehab facility, I had help showering, I thought I could manage seeing as I can dress myself, but…”
“You haven’t managed to take a shower here?” I ask. This is a safety issue, I tell myself. Unfortunately, my dick doesn’t get the message. Reaching down as inconspicuously as possible, I quickly reposition my cock so it’s not so noticeable that I’m getting hard at the thought of being in the shower with her.
She shakes her head, “I was doing the best I could with wet wipes and filling up the sink. I didn’t want to ask because it’s so embarrassing.”
“Whatever you need, I’m there for it,” I respond lightly. I’m a fucking adult for God’s sake, I’ll tie my damn cock down if that’s what it takes. I don’t want to embarrass her with a raging hard-on when all she wants is to get clean.
“Thanks. I appreciate it,” she mumbles, her voice sounding strangely hoarse.
When we go inside the bathroom, I start the shower because I want it to be warm for her when she gets in. I turn to see her looking everywhere except at me. The more I look at her, the more I notice there is something else going on besides her being shy and a little embarrassed. Something about her expression tells me she’s aroused too.
That just about makes my head spin with glee.
I walk over to her. “Need help undressing, sweetness?”
She nods but I see a barely-there blush on her cheeks. It’s so goddamn endearing that I begin to think she might be my one. With gentle touches, I unbutton her shirt and slide it off her shoulders. It barely fits over her cast when I tug it off. Next comes the front closure bra. She gasps when I make short work of freeing her breasts. I try not to notice just how luscious they are.
“You okay, Anna? We don’t have to do this if you changed your mind.”
“No. Don’t stop. I want you… to help me shower. That’s all. Just shower.”
At this point, I’m not sure that I’m entirely buying that. I decide to take it slow and make sure I’m not crossing her boundaries. I trust that if she wants more help from me tonight, she’ll let me know.
“It’s just been a while since I’ve been naked with a man, and you have a nice touch,” she says with a shy smile.
A dark thrill lances through my chest and my touches become bolder. I smooth one hand over her back before tugging down her yoga pants. I go ahead and lock my fingers around the top of her panties to get rid of everything all at once. She lifts one leg and I pull off each sock along with the pants. It only takes me a few seconds to fit the rubber sleeve over her cast.
When she’s standing before me totally naked, I look my fill as inconspicuously as possible. Her eyes track as my hands slowly pull my shirt off. Thanks to regular work outs, I know I’m in pretty good shape and I think she likes what she sees. I can tell by the way she bites her bottom lip. When my hands go to the front of my jeans, her eyes dart away as if she thinks it’s not polite to watch me pull my cock out. I find that little streak of modesty endearing.
Once I’m naked, I help her into the shower, noticing what a nice ass she has. My shy shower companion doesn’t look down at my cock. If she did, she would see that ginormous cock is standing straight up because he thinks it’s playtime. I pick up a bar of soap and begin lathering my hands.
When she turns to grab the shampoo, her stomach bumps into cock. She doesn’t realize that’s what it is until she glances down. I laugh when she shoots me a wry grin and says, “I can’t decide if I’m relieved or disappointed that I won’t be trying to wrangle that beast to the ground tonight.”
I smack him to the side, discard my soap in the dish and reach for the shampoo. “Ignore the elephant in the room. He’s always eager, but I’m in charge. If not, he’d be shoving himself in every nook and cranny we pass.”
She bursts out laughing at my crude joke. This woman gets my quirky sense of humor and that is so gratifying. I get really tired of explaining my jokes to the club girls. Having someone who likes me and even appreciates my sense of humor is exciting.
I pour some shampoo into her good hand, thinking she wants to wash her hair. Nope, she goes straight for my cock. And me? I let her, even encouraging her.
“Fucking hell, darlin’. You have soft hands.” Glancing at the hand hanging blamelessly at her side, I amend that statement. “I guess I can only vouch for the red-taloned hand on my cock. The other might be rough as hell for all I know.”
“It’s not, but I can tell you’re a detail-oriented kind of guy.”
I wrinkle my nose, trying to decide if that’s true. Being a tattoo artist would seem to confirm her statement. Honestly, my world begins to fracture as she ramps up her effort to make me come.
My hands come up to land on her waist and my thumbs caress her soft skin. I’m vaguely aware that she’s telling me that I’m a sexy handful. This woman and her encouraging words are such an unexpected gift.
I realize that I’m way too excited about finally being naked with Anna and at this rate I’m going to shoot my load embarrassingly quick. My hand drifts down to my balls and does a little grab and twist. I need this to last as long as possible, because God only knows if she’ll ever let me this close again.
Suddenly, I want more, need more. My other hand comes up under her chin and I tilt her face up for a kiss. When our lips are so close that we’re breathing the same air, I hesitate for a moment trying to figure out if she wants my kisses or if she’s just being accommodating because her hand is on my cock. I’ve learned not to assume that because a woman is willing to stroke me off, that she’s at all interested in doing other things with me.
I don’t have long to wonder because Anna jumps onto her toes and presses her lips against mine. At first, I give her chaste closed-mouth kisses. The next thing I know my hand is tangled in her hair and I’m plundering her mouth like I own it. She’s stroking me faster as she tangles tongues with me. It’s making me want to taste her pussy in the worst way. I break the kiss and press my forehead against hers as I ease up on the twist. Within three strokes I come all over stomach and breasts.
Something about seeing her covered in my seed makes me want to make her mine. My possessive instincts rise hard and fast. First and foremost is my need to take care of her. I gently wash away the mess I made and then do the same with the rest of her body. She seems breathless and pleased by my gentle ministering. Most of the women I’ve known feel the need to talk endlessly in every situation. Anna seems to revel in the quietness of this moment of caretaking. It makes the whole experience feel all the more intimate and special. To be honest, this is the quiet bonding I never knew I needed.
She’s all eyes when I soap myself up and when we’re both rinsed off and out of the shower, I wrap her up in a bath sheet and ask, “You want to spend the night in my bed, or should I drop you off in your room?”
“Bet your bed is warm and welcoming,” she purrs.
“It will be for you. I’ve never brought another woman into my private space before.” What I don’t say is I mostly hook up with women at the clubhouse and never felt the need to take them home with me.
When her good hand comes up to rest against my chest and slides up around my neck, I promptly carry her to my bed. Having an armful of warm, sexy woman is amazing. The way she clings to me hits me right in the feels. I could get used to having Anna in my life.
When I lay her on my bed and spread her legs apart to get a glimpse of her pretty pink pussy, she tries to snap her legs shut.
I look up, trying to ascertain from her expression what the problem is. “Talk to me, sweetness. What’s going on? I want to lick you into the best orgasm of your life. Did you change your mind about wanting me?”
She chokes out a laugh. “No. I just wanted to say that you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I know guys don’t really like—”
I cut her off before she can even finish her sentence. “I want to. I need it, Anna. I love the way you look and the scent of your arousal. If you don’t want my tongue on you, at least dip your fingers in and bring them to my mouth so I can have a little taste of heaven.”
Her eyes fly open, and her mouth gapes wide. “Say what now?”
“I’m not other guys. I want to taste you, feel your pussy quivering under my tongue. I want to put my tongue inside you and feel you clench around it when you come. I love giving oral sex and can’t wait to give it to you.”
She seems frozen with indecision. I do the best I can to help her decide by bringing her good hand to her pussy and gliding her fingers through her slit. I can hardly contain my pleasure at seeing her fingers are wet, like her juicy pussy. Looking her in the eye, I bring her hand to my mouth and lick each finger clean.
Her eyes flutter as my tongue roams over her fingers eager to capture every drop. When I’m finished, she opens her eyes and I say, “Yes or no, sweetness.” Glancing down at her wet pussy, I add, “Whichever decision you make, I’ll honor.”
“I’m all in,” she tells me as she relaxes back onto the bed. My eager tongue doesn’t want to waste a second.
“Good girl, I purr.” Just because that’s the kind of thing I normally say.
One of her feet immediately lands on my chest and she presses a little. “I’m not a dog. You know that, right?”
I’ve somehow managed to annoy Anna right out of the gate. I run my hands up the outside of her thighs and everything falls away except this offense. “Of course you’re not a dog. I didn’t know that ‘good girl’ was reserved for dogs. Now that I know you don’t like that, I won’t use it again. Are there any other turn offs I should know about?”
She stammers, “I don’t like phrases that make me feel like an animal, object, or child.”
I grin down at her, thrilled that she didn’t automatically apologize for the line she just drew. “Duly noted. Are we good to continue?”
When she nods, all smiles, I pull her down to the edge of the bed and kneel on the floor. This position puts me right where I most want to be. Parting her legs, I lean down and inhale deeply. Beneath the clean scent of our shower is the most alluring female scent I have had the pleasure of encountering.
I run one finger through her slit, ending with a nudge against her clit which causes her to make a tiny sound of pleasure.
“You like that, don’t you?” I say seductively.
“You know I do,” she replies with a fresh wave of arousal washing over her face.
I spend some exploring to discover what she likes. Once I realize that she only responds when I touch her clit, I zero in on the fact that she loves a soft, right over the top graze of my fingers. I reorient my hand, so all my now wet fingers gently bump over her clit that I’m spreading open with my other hand. I know that I’ve hit the nail on the head when she writhes and moans my name.
I love hearing her say my name in the throes of passion and knowing that I’m the one giving her so much pleasure makes my chest swell with pride. When I’ve got her worked up, I switch to my always eager mouth. Seeing her pleasure is one thing but tasting is a whole different level of amazing. Her pussy is hot, juicy, and tastes like salted watermelon. Of course that could be my shower gel, but I like to think it’s Anna’s unique flavor.
The moment my tongue swirls around her clit, she sighs. But when I lap over the top of her clit, she squirms back, away from my mouth. I know that sometimes women try to get away from strong sensations during sex, even if it’s pleasurable. That’s usually my cue to ease up and give them a chance to acclimate. So, that’s what I do now. My tongue slides to the side of her clit instead.
She relaxes as I go back to circling her clit with my tongue. When she calms down a bit I try the over maneuver again. This time, she’s right there with me. I can’t get enough of the sounds she makes, the way she tangles her fingers in my hair and presses me closer. The moment she starts rubbing herself against my tongue is when I realize that my cock is throbbing like it has a heartbeat of its own.
I’m loving every second of this hot, sexy interaction. I’ve been trying to dial down my attraction for Anna for weeks and now she’s letting me lick her to orgasm. Not that it takes her very long to have her first one of the night. She comes screaming my name and pushing me back off her. Her response to my talented tongue flips all the right switches for me.
I crawl back up and gaze down into her face that’s flushed with arousal.
When her eyes pop open and she sees me looking down at her, she gasps. “Are you trying to kill me? I felt like the top of my head was going to explode.”
I laugh because although her words are harsh, her expression is admiring. “You deserve all the best orgasms,” I tell her. I’ve always worked hard to please my bed partners but for some reason, knowing I’ve done right by Anna causes warm feelings to multiply in my chest.
She pulls me down on top of her and whispers “I don’t know if I can handle more orgasms. We should probably call it a night, since you have to work in the morning.”
“What in the world are you talking about?” I thump my chest with one hand and crow, “I’m in the prime of my life, healthy, and my tongue needs another work out, sweetness. I think you could go another round. Don’t try to deny it.”
She reaches up and loops her good arm around my neck. “Are you always such a braggart?”
“Only when I’m trying to impress a woman I’m really into.”
My response is rewarded by a huge smile, God, she’s just so sweet. After tonight I’m not sure I’ll be able to let her go, I hope she’s gonna be okay with that.