Chapter 20
CHAPTER TWENTY
“Dessert at home is my favorite.”
Titus’s beard tickled her ear. Sweeter words were never spoken. Emelia’s heart raced with anticipation. What she hoped for was going to happen. Tonight!
She and Titus would have sex—no, make love. She had been ready but didn’t want to pressure Titus. However, it seemed he was ready as well.
They drove back to her place in silence. Emelia was getting more and more turned on just watching Titus drive. Who knew driving could be so erotic?
He licked his lips while concentrating on the road. His hand accidentally brushed her leg when he turned on the radio. Accidentally? Uh-huh, and the Easter Bunny was real.
He glanced over at her and winked while adjusting his cock, which was tenting his pants. Emelia wanted to help him with that, but he brushed her hand away and smirked.
Oh, be still my beating heart.
Her lady bits were tingling. The drive was taking too long. Time felt like it was slowing down. What was wrong with her?
She’d never hungered for sex like this in her life.
Sure, she’d had a couple of lovers, but it had never been serious for either of them. The sex was good, but now she couldn’t even remember their names.
Are we there yet? Emelia felt like a little kid asking the same question. How long did it take to get to her apartment? Her panties were soaked. Titus needed to hurry.
He pulled into the parking lot.
Like before, Titus walked around, opened the door, and scooped her out, but not before sniffing her and groaning.
“What you do to me, Emelia,” he said as he put her on the ground.
“Me? Little ol’ me?”
He shook his head, took her hand, then hurried them through the alleyway. He waited impatiently for her to open the door.
Titus followed her up the stairs with his hand burning through the material of her dress. She hurried faster.
The key was in her hand, but unlike downstairs, she kept missing the keyhole. Titus removed the key from her hand and opened the door. She entered the living room and turned to kiss him.
He put a finger up to stop her while he closed the door with his foot. Then he locked it.
“Now,” he said. “Where were we?”
Emelia giggled. “I think we were going to fling off our clothes and have wild monkey sex.”
“Hmmm.” Titus squinted his eyes, took a step back, and rubbed his hand over his mouth. “I don’t think so.”
Emelia frowned. Had she read him wrong? Her face flushed with embarrassment. “I—I’m sorry. Was I too forward? Did I get the message wrong?”
“Whaaat?” His mouth opened as he closed and opened his eyes. “Emelia. Sweetheart. No, you haven’t been too forward, and you didn’t get the message wrong. I’m so sorry you thought that. Come here.”
He opened his arms, and Emelia stepped into them. A tear slipped down her cheek. Was this a game? She was horrible at games, especially when it came to sex.
“I only meant we were not flinging off our clothes and having wild monkey sex. Well, maybe monkey sex later, but for our first time, we are going into the bedroom.”
“Yes?”
“Then I am removing your dress,” he murmured in her ear.
“Okay.”
She felt him smile against her skin.
“I’m going to lay you down and gently explore your gorgeous body. Stopping only when I come to your pussy. Then I’ll remove your panties and…”
“Yes!”
“Patience, my love. I’ll remove your panties and have you spread your legs so I can lick and suck your clit and pussy until you have an orgasm.”
“Oh my.” If her pussy got any wetter, she’d be swimming. The man aroused her with just his words, and now she felt silly for thinking he didn’t want her.
She tried to step away to pull him into the bedroom.
He held tight. “Not yet, sweetheart. I’m not finished.”
“There’s more?”
“Lots more.” Titus smirked. “I haven’t gotten to the part when I remove your bra and suck on your breasts until you scream. Then I’m going to kiss you all over your body until I’m back at your sweet pussy and give you another orgasm. Finally, when I’m done with your body, I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop.”
Emelia gulped. “Yes, please.”
Titus pulled away from her and laughed. “Oh, my love, you are too funny.”
He finally put her out of her misery and took her hand. They walked into the bedroom, and he slowly removed her dress, then her shoes. Titus looked her up and down and exclaimed, “Beautiful,” then licked his lips. “On the bed, sweetheart.”
Emelia was thrilled she wore the new pink bra and panty set she had purchased to go with the dress.
She lay down, and Titus followed her. He cradled her head in his hands and kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, and last, her lips. His beard was soft against her skin, and Emelia made a mental note to gift him more beard oil.
He swept his tongue across her bottom lip, then gently sucked it. Emelia moaned. Her tongue grazed his lips. Titus groaned. And just like that, he took control of the kiss. Their tongues clashed, alternating hard and soft, slow and fast. His hands drifted down her throat to her chest. Her heart was beating wildly. She was breathing hard. She needed him in her now. But Titus slowed down.
“We’re getting there, sweetheart. Patience,” he whispered into her ear.
Emelia thrust her breasts at him and thought he’d remove her bra. Wrong. Instead, he began kissing her ear, her throat and her chest. He softly kissed her nipples through her bra, and she ached for him to put his mouth on them. But he’d told her what he was going to do, and now he was heading south.
Titus reached down and pulled her panties off. He scooched his body down and positioned himself between her legs. Emelia was glad she trimmed yesterday. The soft tickle of his beard sent shivers down her spine.
“Open up for me, sweetheart.”
She spread her legs, anticipating the first kiss, lick, or suck.
“Wider.” He moved her legs farther apart, then stared.
Emelia lifted her head to look at him. “Is everything okay?”
Titus chuckled. “Oh yeah. Your pussy is weeping for me. Now stop bothering me. I have work to do.”
Holy cannoli!
Titus hadn’t been blowing smoke when he told her what he was going to do.
He inserted one finger into her pussy, then a second, rubbing against her G-spot. Emelia hadn’t known she had a G-spot. No one had ever found it before.
She giggled to herself. Damn, she was a G-spot virgin, but then she felt a flush on her face and neck. Her ass tightened, and she groaned.
“That’s right, sweetheart, feel it. It feels good, doesn’t it?”
Emelia thought she nodded. He didn’t stop, though, just scissored his fingers, then rubbed her G-spot again. While he was fingering her, his mouth latched on to her clit. Emelia’s body jumped. The pleasure was too intense. She wanted him to stop.
No, she didn’t.
His beard was tickling her pussy. He kept licking and sucking and rubbing her G-spot until the orgasm took over her body and she cried out his name.
When she opened her eyes, Titus was lying next to her, staring into her eyes. “That was beautiful. You are so responsive.”
He leaned in to kiss her and moved his hands to her bra. He pushed it down and kissed down her neck until he reached her breasts. “Lift.”
In one second, her bra was unlatched and tossed on the floor. Now she felt exposed, but only for a second.
He rubbed his face and beard over her nipples. It was soft and tickled. It was the most erotic experience that ever happened to her. Then he latched on to one nipple while playing with the other. He sucked and ran the tip of his tongue over it. Then he sucked harder, and Emelia bucked. He released that nipple with a pop and started on the other one. Her nipples were hard peaks. She hoped he wouldn’t stop for a long time.
Titus continued to alternate breasts, then moved his hand down to her pussy and rubbed her clit. Too. Much. Pleasure. It only took a couple of minutes of intense pleasure until Emelia squeezed her legs and came again.
“Titus, I want you to come in me,” she panted. “Please.”
“Sweetheart, you never have to say please. I told you what I was going to do.” He stood and slowly removed his clothes, then stood in front of her with the stiffest cock she’d ever seen.
“See what you do to me?” he asked as he rubbed his cock. He picked up his pants and took out his wallet, removed several condoms, and threw them on the bed.
“I want to suck you,” she said.
Titus shook his head. “Not yet. We’re not finished.” He picked up a condom, tore the package, and unrolled it over his cock.
Then he positioned himself over her. “Put your legs around my waist.”
Emelia did. Titus didn’t go in slowly. He plunged in until she felt his balls against her ass.
“Soft or hard?”
“Hard, please.” She was so wet; he wouldn’t hurt her.
He pulled back, thrusting even deeper, and maintained his rhythm. She was going to come again. Titus pulled out. Emelia felt an emptiness in her vagina.
“Turn over and stick your pretty ass in the air.”
She did what he asked. He was in her again. Any other time, she would have felt exposed, but with Titus, no way. It felt different but just as good. He kept the pace until she felt her pussy tightening, and she slammed back into him, matching his thrusts.
The orgasm hit her like a freight train. She felt Titus’s cock swell and heard him call her name as he came with her. They stayed in that position until she felt Titus’s cock slipping out.
After disposing of the condom, he returned to bed and lay next to her.
“Emelia, that was amazing,” he whispered in her ear. “You are so beautiful when you come.”
She smiled at him. “You felt so good, too. I never wanted it to stop.”
“Not a problem. We have all night.” He kissed her gently. “Go to sleep.”
She closed her eyes but didn’t fall right to sleep. There was a jumble of thoughts flashing through her mind, but the overreaching one was the deep connection she felt with Titus and the passion she never thought she possessed.
The morning was just beginning. Sunlight was peeking from the sides of the shades.
Titus glanced around Emelia’s bedroom, which he saw little of last night. While her living room was painted gray and had a clean look to it, her bedroom told a different story.
The walls were painted pale pink with white woodwork, the long gossamer drapes matched, and the furniture was white.
In the corner, she had a striped pink chair. The bed cover was white and poofy like a cloud and felt soft against his fingers. The throws and pillows that were tossed on the chair were a light pink and a darker pink.
Emelia had a four-poster bed. Titus looked up. Damn. She even had a glass chandelier over the bed. Overall, it was a romantic bedroom. He liked it.
Then he thought about last night and their lovemaking. He’d never met a woman so responsive.
Titus had taken Emelia earlier and was eager to quench the burning desire for her in his gut again. He leaned over to look at her. Her dark hair was spread out on the pillow, her lips forming a gentle curve. She was snuggling into his shoulder, and he liked it—a lot.
He wanted to let her sleep, but his cock and balls ached. A delicious torment that both excited and frustrated him. Titus needed to feel close to her, already missing the heat of last night. He leaned over to kiss her. She smiled in her sleep. His hand moved down to her pussy, which was moist—no, actually weeping—and scooched down. He spread her legs and started licking and rubbing her clit.
Emelia moaned and spread her legs wider. Her thighs quivered in anticipation. He looked up. She was staring at him.
“Morning,” he said, his voice husky with desire, then continued to lick and suck.
“Titus.”
He stopped what he was doing. “Yes, sweetheart.”
“Come here. I want to touch you.”
Hmmm. Titus thought for a hot minute about whether he wanted her to go down on him. Fuck, who was he kidding? Of course he did. He moved up next to her. Emelia sat up and leaned over. She rubbed her hands up and down his cock, cupped his balls in her hand.
She stretched out, her breath warm against the head of his cock, and ran her tongue around the rim. He groaned.
Then she traced her tongue from the underside to the top and slipped it into her mouth. He groaned louder.
She kept the top in her mouth as she started massaging his cock with her hands and gently squeezing his balls.
He reached out for her head and guided it up and down. She started sucking harder and harder while massaging his balls.
Titus felt the pressure building. “Sweetheart, stop. Otherwise, I’m coming in your mouth.”
He felt her smile as she continued faster and faster until he erupted into her mouth. She swallowed hard and let go with a pop. He pulled her towards him and gently kissed her lips.
“That was the best blowjob I’ve ever had. Thank you.”
Her eyes crinkled. “You never have to thank me.”
Titus cocked his head. Emelia was a feisty one, throwing his words back at him. He pushed her flat against the mattress, reached for a condom, and thrust into her until she came.
They lay satiated for a while until the condom became uncomfortable, prompting him to get up and throw it away.
He got back into bed and tenderly cupped her face, caressing her cheek with his thumb and kissing her lips. He wrapped his arms around Emelia, pulling her closer. She snuggled into his chest. This was a position he’d never tire of, and Titus could envision the future with Emelia, children, and love—lots of love.