Several hours later, Josh was answering the door. He had ordered dinner for them from an Italian restaurant this time; lasagna and bread sticks, one of Charlotte's favorites. The concierge handed over the food, which Josh exchanged for a large tip. They walked into his dining room, which Josh had set with care. He had set out fine china, linen napkins, and even lit a few candles. Charlotte was impressed with his attention to detail, and she complimented him for it. They plated their food, and Josh poured wine for the both of them. It was white this time, and Charlotte sniffed it cautiously before sipping it. It was slightly sweet and citrusy, settling nicely on her palate. She dug into her food and for a while, the only sound was their forks and knives scraping on the plates.
"You know, we never fully finished our dinner conversation."
Charlotte looked at him curiously.
"Remember? The night that Conner paid me a surprise visit."
Oh, she thought, that conversation. Setting her fork down, she swallowed, and quickly gulped down her wine.
"Hmm. Proceed with your questions then Professor, and I will answer them to the best of my abilities."
He looked at her excitedly, anticipation sparkling in his eyes as he pushed his plate away, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
"Tell me about your past relationships."
She thought that was an awfully tame question and she told him so, causing him to laugh.
"It's not as innocent as you think. I want to know all aspects of your past relationships. Particularly the details of your sex life."
She choked on her last sip of wine, regretting that she had pointed it out to begin with.
"Fair enough I guess. I...I don't really know where to start."
"Well, I believe you had mentioned that you have been with, what was it, three men? Tell me about them. Start with your first time."
She noticed that he was entirely comfortable with asking such a personal question, and it was slightly disconcerting. She took a deep breath and sat back in her chair.
"Alright. I was...I think 19 at the time. I had been dating this guy from a community college for a few months, and we were swimming at midnight in the middle of July."
Josh raised an eyebrow at her, and she stared at him.
"What? It was nice at the time. Anyway, he dared me to take off my swim suit, and I told him I would as long he did too. One thing lead to another, and I ended up losing my virginity on a beach towel. There was sand stuck in my...well, let's just say it wasn't that great. Turns out he was just using me and he disappeared after that. Truthfully, I wasn't very upset.
"I was single for a while after that, and the following summer my best friend, Casey, took me to a club. It was one of the few times I drank a little too much and ended up having a one-night stand with some guy in the men's room. I never found out his name, and although I recall him being very talented, I can't be sure since I was pretty inebriated."
Josh scowled, and Charlotte thought she saw anger behind his eyes, but she couldn't be sure. Regardless, he motioned for her to continue.
"Several months later, I met Rem. We met at a coffee shop near where I lived, and hit it off immediately. He was a gentleman, and took me out plenty of times before we slept together."
Josh cleared his throat and leaned forward.
"And was he also 'talented'?"
Charlotte flushed, and looked around the room; anywhere but at Josh.
"We dated for a year and a half so yes. He was very talented."
This time, his eyes did darken with jealousy, though only for a moment before it passed. He glanced at her curiously and gave her a crooked smile that made her dizzy.
"Really? How so?"
She didn't think it was possibly, but she blushed more as she stuttered to find the right words.
"Well he was...attentive and-"
"Was he adventurous? Did he keep things exciting?"
"How do you mean?"
"Did he try new things with you? Such as new positions, or varieties in foreplay?"
Charlotte gazed longingly at her now empty wine glass, wishing that it would refill itself. This was turning out to be a much more in depth conversation than she had planned.
"He kind of...had a repertoire of sorts of positions. As for foreplay...that wasn't really his thing."
Josh furrowed his brow and gazed at her quizzically.
"A repertoire? And no foreplay? Charlotte, that wasn't good sex. That was monotony. Why did you put up with that?"
He had a pained look on his face, as if she had just informed him that she had never had cake before, or something equally terrible. She shrugged her shoulders.
"What? I've never known any better, and at the time I had no complaints. It's not like I had much to compare it to anyway."
Josh rubbed a hand through his hair and mumbled something that sounded like 'I'll show you better', but Charlotte couldn't be sure. He then looked up, a wolfish grin complimenting his attractive face.
"I guess I have a lot to teach you then, not that I'm complaining. Which brings me to my next question: Is there anything you're opposed to doing?"
She thought about that for a while. I guess he's got a point, maybe I'm not as experienced as I thought.
"Umm...I don't think I'd be in to any of that hot wax stuff or whipping."
She turned an even deeper shade of crimson and carefully examined the stitching on her shirt. Josh stared at her, which made Charlotte squirm in her chair.
"You don't have to worry about any hot wax or whips. Wax is much more messy than people let on anyway, and I'll never intentionally cause you pain. That's just not my style. If anything else comes up...well, we'll address that later." He smiled at her seductively. Before she could ask him what that meant, he continued. "We'll start out small. I want you to get the full experience that you've been missing out on. Also, I need to know: are you on any kind of birth control?"
She cleared her throat, but nodded.
"Of course. I've been on the pill for months."
"Excellent. Now, would you care for some dessert?"
He stood up quickly, changing the subject and gathering their plates. Charlotte was unsure what to say. She wanted to know what he had meant by 'starting out small', but he had gotten her attention by saying dessert. She licked her lips excitedly and nodded.
"What did you have in mind?"
He laughed over his shoulder as he walked towards his kitchen.
"You'll see."
She heard him place their dishes in the kitchen, followed by the distinct sound of a refrigerator door opening and closing. His footsteps approached, and he soon came through the doorway carrying a plate of...
"Is that chocolate cake?" She asked excitedly.
He glanced at her mischievously as he set the plate in front of her and sat down directly to her left.
"To be exact, it is double chocolate cake. It's one of my favorites."
Charlotte's mouth watered. It looked absolutely delectable, and she couldn't wait to dig in. She reached for her fork, only to realize there wasn't one on the plate. Checking either side, she discovered there wasn't one there either. Frowning, she looked at Josh, confused. He wore a sly smile as he held up a fork.
"Looking for one of these?"
She reached for it, only for him to pull it out of her reach, smiling playfully.
"Ah ah. Patience. I want to feed you the first bite, then you may have the fork."
He wants to what? She thought. She kind of figured that he was controlling, but she didn't realize he was this controlling. Gazing at the cake longingly, she weighed her options and finally conceded to let him feed her or whatever it was that he wanted to do. He smiled, content that she had given in, and scooped a bite of the cake onto the fork. He raised it to her mouth, and waited for her to open. When she did, he slid the fork in, allowing her to indulge. She maintained eye contact with him as she chewed and swallowed, blissfully aware of the sensual glean in his eyes.
Darting her tongue out, she retrieved any stray chocolate from her lips. The cake was amazing to say the least, and she couldn't wait to finish the piece. Josh happily handed over the fork, and watched her eat, savoring each bite. She would moan in appreciation each time the cake passed her lips, which led to Josh having to discreetly adjust himself under the table when she wasn't looking. When she was finished, she pushed the plate aside and leaned back in her chair, completely sated.
"That was amazing. Thank you."
She looked at him and smiled appreciatively, and he smiled back.
"You missed some chocolate," he said, casually pointing to her lip.
"What? Where?" She tried in vain to remove it, but she kept missing it.
"Here, allow me," he said. Leaning forward, he brought her lips to his, and pulled her bottom lip into his mouth, sucking and biting lightly. She eagerly returned the kiss, but just as she was about to pull him closer, he backed away with a smug look on his face.
"Got it," he said. Picking up the plate, he started to exit into the kitchen, but Charlotte stopped him.
"Wait. Aren't you going to have any?"
He smiled seductively. "I've already had it," he said, then continued into his kitchen, leaving Charlotte in the doorway. She hurried after him. She wasn't very pleased with him getting away like this, and she wasn't finished with him yet. She entered the kitchen just as he placed the plate into the sink. He turned around, and took note of the hungry look that had grown in her eyes. But he pretended not to notice, and walked past her, stretching and yawning theatrically.
"I am so tired. I think I'll turn in early..."
That did it. She pounced, pinning him against the nearest wall.
"Excuse me. But what gives you the right to kiss me like that and then casually wander off?"
He cocked an eyebrow at her, his eyes burning.
"Who ever said I was finished?"
That caught her by surprise, and she lowered her guard long enough for Josh to grab her shoulders and switch their positions. Now she was cornered, and he gripped her wrists, leaving no chance for escape, not that she wanted to.
"First thing you need to learn, Miss Matthews. I very much prefer to always be in control during our sexual encounters, and you would do well to remember that. Is that clear?"
She nodded breathlessly, having no problem agreeing with anything he would say at that moment. He could have told her that the sky was green and she would have agreed. All she wanted was for him to take her to bed, so they could continue their kiss in there.
"Now, tell me what you want."
She swallowed. His aggressiveness made her head fuzzy, making it impossible for her to string to words together.
"I can wait all day, Miss Matthews."
She gasped as he tantalized her by nipping and licking at her jawline, persuading her to answer him. But she couldn't think straight, and all she could manage was a soft groan in response. Sighing, he suddenly stopped his advances and looked down at her.
"Charlotte, if you don't tell me what you want, I'll assume that you want me to stop. Is that what you would you prefer?"
She shook her head frantically. She definitely did not want him to stop, but rather continue so they could move on to better things. His hazel eyes were clouded with desire, and his gaze froze her to the spot. She shakily took a breath, trying to clear her head and find the words to tell him.
"I-I don't want you to stop."
He smirked at her complacently.
"Hm. That's better. What else?"
She knew she was blushing furiously, and she adverted her eyes as she continued.
"I want you to keep going. Make me yours."
She heard him inhale sharply and he leaned closer, his lips at her ear.
"See? Was that so hard? Now I can continue knowing that you asked me to."
He pressed up against her, running his hands down her side and around to her ass, gripping it firmly. He leaned in closer, pressing his lips to hers and sliding his tongue into her mouth. He explored her mouth with his tongue while his hands explored her body, touching and gripping softly. She moaned appreciatively, flexing her hips against his to indicate she wanted more. This did not go unnoticed to Josh; he chuckled softly and grabbed her hand, leading her into his bedroom.
They stood together next to the bed, breathing heavily, and Charlotte wasted no time getting Josh out of his clothes. She reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt as fast as her fingers would go. When she undid the last one, she pushed it off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He was gorgeous like this, with the moonlight streaming in from the windows and accenting all his hard lines and muscles.
She reached out to begin undoing his belt, but he stopped her. Instead, he began undressing her by pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it to the ground. He then started on her jeans, which he made quick work of. Before she knew it, she was standing in front of him in her black bra and panties, her heart racing. Reaching behind her, she undid her bra, letting it fall to join the rest of her clothes on the floor. He hummed in appreciation, admiring her soft curves and well-shaped breasts.
She was suddenly pushed onto the bed, Josh crawling on top of her. He drank her in, slowly dragging a finger down her sternum between her breasts and playing along the top of her panty line. She sighed, angling her hips to increase the contact. In response, Josh gripped her hips and roughly pulled her panties off. Charlotte thought he was going to end the foreplay there, but instead he began focusing on her breasts, massaging and palming one while licking and sucking the other. She moaned loudly and whimpered, practically begging him for more. That's when she realized: he wanted her to beg, and he was unlikely to continue until she did.
"Josh-" she groaned.
His eyes met her's and she gasped. His gaze was dark and seductive, and she felt a fire light in her stomach. She threw all shyness out the window, she needed him. Now.
"Josh, please. Do it."
He smiled at her excitedly and sat back on his heels to begin undoing his jeans.
"I thought you'd never ask."
After his belt was out of the way, he pushed his jeans and boxer briefs off together, throwing them into some obscure corner of the room. She stared at him. Whatever she had been expecting, it wasn't nearly as good as what was displayed before her. He looked like a Greek god, all muscle and hard lines and length. To top it off, he knew how good he looked to her, and that she wouldn't be able to keep her eyes off him.
Kneeling between her legs, he reached between them to stroke her. She was very wet, which he had been expecting, and he pushed a finger inside her, quickly followed by a second. He curled them inside her, slowly pumping them in and out to stretch her, eliciting a loud cry from Charlotte. He had intended to tease her longer, but after that he could wait no longer. Withdrawing his fingers, he placed himself at her entrance and looked at her. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her mouth was open, breathing heavily.
"Charlotte."
She slowly opened her eyes and looked at him.
"Keep your eyes on mine. I want to see you."
She swallowed and nodded, and slowly, agonizingly slow, he pushed inside her. She gasped and he paused, letting her adjust to his size. When she started to flex her hips against him, he started moving, and her cries became louder with each thrust of his hips. She felt the pressure begin building, pressure that she hadn't felt in so long, and began clawing at his back, coaxing him keep going.
"Josh-oh faster-"
He pushed faster and harder, sweat beading on his forehead. She was so close, and she squeezed her eyes shut as the tension grew.
"Open your eyes Charlotte. I want to see you when you come," he panted.
She did as she was told, and opened her eyes. Hazel met brown and she exploded around him, squeezing and pulsing into ecstasy. He groaned at the feeling of her walls around him, and continued to thrust as he also grew closer to climax. He gasped out her name as he reached his finish, gripping her back tightly and burying himself deeper inside her. She felt him empty inside her, and she sighed contentedly, running her hands through his hair and planting kisses on his neck. Slowly, he pulled out of her and collapsed. She could feel his heart hammering against her chest, almost in synch with her own.
"That. Was. Amazing," she breathed.
Josh laughed quietly as he rolled off of her, slowly sitting up on the side of his bed and pulling his boxer briefs on.
"That? That was simply a taste of my usual prowess. You had me too excited, I couldn't last any longer."
"Only a taste? What is it usually like then?" She asked.
He twisted around to smile at her handsomely.
"I guess you'll have to stick around to find out."
He laughed at the look on her face, and picked up his shirt as he walked into the bathroom. Charlotte fell back into the bed, wondering what she had gotten herself into, but not regretting it one bit.