Chapter 34
Chapter Thirty-Four
Caroline
“It’s just the beginning.” His words hit me straight in the heart. My stomach flutters, and my knees almost get weak as his voice goes lower. He leans forward, and I finally kiss him. I’ve been dying to kiss him since I walked into the bathroom and asked him to zip me up.
He stood there in his blue pants and white dress shirt, and everything fit him like a glove, and all I wanted to do was unbutton his shirt one button at a time and just stay in.
I wanted to just be with him, but here I am, getting ready to go out, wearing a dress that is so soft on my body and probably cost as much as my rent for six months.
I’m not even going to think about how much the shoes cost.
“If we don’t get in the car now, this date is going to go from us going out to me carrying you back upstairs,” he says, kissing me again, and my mouth opens for him. My hand goes to his waist as I hold his jacket that feels like silk in my hand.
“I, for one, will not say no,” I say, and he looks at me. “I know that you want to take me out. I know that you want to give me this.” I lean in now and kiss his neck right inside the open collar of his shirt. “But this, just being with you, is”—I shrug—“well, it’s everything.”
“If you could plan this date, what would you want?” he asks, and I get even closer to him. His hand falls from my face and wraps around my waist.
“You won’t be mad?” I ask him, and he shakes his head. “Well, it would be me and you.” I look up, and our eyes meet. “Your bed.” I look down. “And lots of penalty shots.” The hockey lingo comes out as I try not to sound like a horny girl who just wants him for sex.
“So if I understand this …” he says, “you want to spend the night in bed with me?”
“Yes,” I finally whisper while my heart beats so hard in my chest that I’m sure he could probably hear it. My mouth is dry, and it feels like I have sand in the back of my throat.
“You won’t feel like I’m treating you like a—” I put a finger to his mouth to stop him from talking.
“I’ll feel like you want to spend time with me. I’ll feel like you want me all to yourself, and I’ll feel more special than if you take me out to show me off.” I swallow now, and it’s almost as if I have a lump in my throat.
His hand falls away from me, and I suddenly want to kick myself for being so open.
I should have just gone with him and had the romantic dinner that he probably spent a lot of time planning.
He takes my hand, and I’m waiting for him to open the door, but instead, he walks back to the elevator.
But he’s not walking slowly; he’s almost speed walking, and it’s taking all my concentration to keep up with him and not fall on my face.
The elevator somehow opens as soon as he presses the button.
He walks in and presses the button for his floor, and then he turns and presses me into the wall.
“I promise you that we’ll do all the hearts and flowers date soon. ”
I take a deep breath, and the ping of the elevator makes us both look at the door as it opens on his floor. He moves away from me and lets me walk out, and when I get to his door, he takes the lead. He grabs me by the hips and turns me around, scooting down so we are at eye level.
“Everything,” he says right before he takes my mouth in a hungry kiss.
One hand grabs the handle of the door, and when it opens, we stumble inside, our mouths never leaving each other.
My hands peel his jacket from his shoulders, and he presses me into the wall by the front door.
He lets go of my lips the same time his hands go to my hips, and he slowly raises the skirt while he kisses me right behind my ear where he knows it makes me shiver.
I moan, closing my eyes, and just take in his hands on my bare legs and his tongue sucking in while he takes little nips of my earlobe.
My hand pulls his shirt out of his pants, and I think I’m panting, or maybe it’s just echoing in my ears.
His hand goes around my waist, and he carries me to the wall next to his bedroom, and his cock is right where I want it.
Except too many layers of clothes are between us.
“Too much,” I say, and he stops and looks at me.
His eyes almost looking black. “Too much clothes,” I say.
He puts one hand on the back of my head and pulls me to him, nipping my bottom lip, and when I gasp, his tongue enters my mouth.
My hands slowly work on the buttons, and the kiss gets rougher. It’s all tongue, teeth, and hands.
He unzips my dress, the sound lost in the heavy pants of our breath.
He peels the dress from my shoulders at the same time I push his shirt off him.
His mouth goes to one of my nipples while the dress hangs on my hips.
My back arches off the wall, and he picks me up.
While he bites my nipple, he walks to his room.
I swear I’m about to have an orgasm, and the only thing he’s touched are my breasts.
He walks into his room, kicking off his shoes, and then he places me down on my feet, and I wobble on the heels. I wish I could kick them off. I want to kick them off, but he looks at me.
“I had this whole thing planned,” he says, his hand coming up, and his thumb rubs over my lips.
“Wine and dine and then take you to bed.” I want to roll my eyes and groan.
“I want to take my time with you.” His voice is low, and just the way he says it fills my body with goose bumps.
His hand moves down to my pebbled nipple, rubbing it.
He puts his thumb into his mouth and then rubs my nipple again, and I swear my eyes want to roll in the back of my head.
“I’m going to take my time with you,” he says, “but not this time.”
“Justin,” I whisper or pant out his name.
“It’s going to be fast,” he says as his hands push the dress down over my hips, leaving me in the white lace thong that I slipped into after the shower.
“It’s going to be hard,” he says, looking down at me.
“And it’s probably going to be faster than we both want.
” I take a deep inhale as I watch him unbuckle his belt.
“But that is only going to be round one.” His pants fall from his waist, and he’s standing there in black Calvin Klein boxers.
His cock is hard and ready, and I hold my breath as he peels them down, and I finally see him naked.
His cock is huge and perfect, and I want to touch it.
My hand comes out, and I fist it in my palm, and now it’s his turn to hiss.
I move my hand up and down once and then another time before he is suddenly not in my hand anymore.
Instead, he is on his knees in front of me, pulling my panties to the side while his mouth devours me.
He pulls my clit into this mouth, and I have to hold on to his shoulder or I’ll fall over.
“Fucking perfect,” he says right before his tongue fucks me.
“I can’t,” I say, and I don’t know what I’m saying or asking for.
His fingers are now inside me, and my hips move on their own.
“Justin,” I say right before he moans into my pussy, and I come on his fingers and tongue.
I shiver the whole time, my nails for sure ripping the skin on his shoulder.
He waits until I’m stable and then comes up and kisses me, and I taste myself on him.
He unties one ankle strap and then the other.
“Lie back and open up for me,” he says, going to the side table where I know he has his condoms. He grabs one and comes back to me, my eyes never leaving him.
His perfect body, his arms that are defined all the way to the side muscles on his hips.
I sit up now when he gets closer, and I’m finally able to bite that side hip that I’ve been dreaming of doing.
He hisses, and I move my head just a touch and cover his cock with my mouth.
I devour his cock as much as I can. My hand comes up to hold him and he lets me for less than a minute.
“I’m not coming in your mouth,” he says.
“First time, I come in you.” He opens the condom wrapper.
“Now lie back and spread your legs for me.” I lie back, my eyes on his as he slides the condom down his cock, and he puts one knee on the bed.
“I’ll buy you another pair,” he says, and I am so mesmerized with him that I don’t know what he’s saying before he tears my panties off in one move.
“Spread your legs for me.” I open my legs wider for him, and when he crawls to me with his cock in his hand, I don’t move, I don’t breathe, I don’t even think I blink.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” he says, rubbing his cock up and down my slit, “for what seems like forever.” He places his cock at my entrance, trying to control himself.
“Everything has led to this one moment with you.” He looks down at his cock, and I look with him as his cock slowly enters me.
“I love you,” I say without even realizing the words have left my mouth, and his head snaps up to look at me.
“I’ve loved you for what seems my whole life,” he says, and with one firm thrust, he buries himself in me. His arms come to the side of my head. “I love you,” he says again, and a lone tear escapes the side of my eye and rolls to the covers. “Love you forever,” he says, and he makes love to me.
“I’m yours.” I arch my back and lock my ankles around his back. “Don’t hold back. Show me,” I egg him on.
His arms hold him up beside my shoulders, and he spreads his knees, pulling out of me only to pound back in hard. So hard my legs unhook and fall to his hips. He does it again, over and over, and my hands now hold his arms as I groan.
“I’m almost there,” I say, trying to swallow.
He leans down and buries his face in my neck.
He fucks me so hard, the only noise in the room is the sound of our skin slapping together, and I want more.
“Harder,” I say, and he gets up on one arm and moves one of my legs over his shoulder.
With this angle, I swear he’s going to tear me open.
“Right there,” I say, and he gets up on his knees, his cock never stopping.
Putting his thumb into his mouth, he licks it, and I take turns watching his cock disappear into me and him sucking on his thumb.
Then his thumb is moving to my clit, and he rubs it in little circles.
“Oh, God,” I say, and I want to grab him by the hips and dig my nails into him and just make him not move.
“Fuck,” he says, “you got to get there.” His thumb moves faster. “Your pussy is choking my cock,” he says. “Fuck, get there,” he says, hissing and I do. I get there at the same time as he pounds into me two more times before he roars out his release.