Seven
I expect her to war with herself about my proposition. So, I let my expression speak for itself about how serious I am about her. After a moment, she manages a small smile and nods.
“Okay,” she says. “I’d like that but…”
“But?”
“It’s been quite some time since I’ve been intimate with a man, Brock.”
I smile wide at this. Then I press another kiss to her sweet lips before putting her in control.
“If you say no or tell me to stop, I will,” I promise her. “Although I will tell you right now that I’m going to have a hell of a time keeping my hands off you.”
She blushes at this and once again lowers her gaze from mine. That’s okay, for now. But before long, I’m going to make sure she’s completely aware of how fucking gorgeous she is. I want her to own it. And I want to be the lucky son-of-a-bitch that gets to show her off. Not to mention take her home and own her pleasure for hours.
“Okay,” she nods. “I believe you.”
This earns her another kiss. Then I help her stand and we go about righting ourselves. Sure, I’m a little uncomfortable in my cum-stained boxers, but the result of her touch is worth the discomfort. I’m grabbing my bag and my keys when she gasps.
“Oh, dear.”
“What’s wrong?”
When I look over, her face is buried in her hands and she’s laughing. I walk over and pull her into my chest. Then I kiss her head and ask my question again.
“Oh, my God, Brock, my…my pants are wet from when I…”
“When I made you come?”
“Yes,” she sighs. “I…I’ve never…”
“Until now,” I tell her as I pull back and wait for her to look at me. “I want to make you wetter than you’ve ever been before when we’re together.”
“Well, it’s been one hour, and you’ve already succeeded,” she mumbles.
I frown at this and sigh.
“I’m sorry no one has ever treated you properly,” I say gently. “But that ends now. With me.”
She gives me a sad smile and nods. Then I tell her that no one can see the result of her orgasm because my shirt is just long enough to cover her ass. In the next minute, her hand is in mine as we head out of the building. I follow her direction to her car and wait for her to unlock it before asking for her phone number. Once I have it, I send her a quick text so she can save mine. Then I pull her against me for a soft kiss.
“Can I make a request?” I ask her.
“Of course.”
“Will you wear a dress tonight?”
“Oh, Brock, I don’t know,” she sighs.
“Why not?”
Her brow furrows, and I can see that she’s struggling to explain. If I had to guess, I’d say it’s because of an ex-lover. Whatever the case, I want her to get over it. And I plan on helping her.
“Forget I asked,” I tell her. “If you think you can, wear a dress for me tonight. If not, then bring a dress to put on just for me when you get to my place, okay?”
“But why?”
“You’re a goddess, sweet Sadie,” I smile. “I want you to be proud of how you look.”
Again, with the shy smile and nod. But I don’t press her any further. Instead, I leave her with another kiss and a promise to send her my address when I get home. Then she’s on her way. And I’m counting the minutes until I see her again.
***
My entire body is humming like a live wire as I drive myself home. Never in my wildest dreams did I expect things to move in this direction with Brock. Especially so quickly. With Max, it was three weeks before we did more than kiss. A whole month before we had sex. And for five years, I thought I was happy.
God, what an idiot I was.
As I think back on that relationship compared to my short interactions with Brock, I realize what Max really was: a narcissist. The only time he wanted me to look good was when we were in the bedroom. Which is why my lingerie collection is so large. But when we went out? Nope. I dressed conservatively. And I believed him when he said it was because he didn’t want other men hitting on me. Yet I stood by him in silence when women did the same to him. Of course, that always led to much better sex.
“Damn him,” I say to myself.
I’m minutes away from my apartment when I make a bold decision. Changing directions, I head to the gallery to do some shopping. If Brock wants to see me in a dress, then it’s going to be something new and bold, at least for me. And since I’m pretty sure sex is a foregone conclusion, I’m going to get some new lingerie, too. After everything he’s said and how wonderful he’s made me feel today, I’m not putting on something sexy for him that was bought by another man.
If Dr. Brock Rush wants me to be his goddess, then that’s what I’m going to be.