Never Saw It Coming

July 2018

I could still remember it was a hot summer night, and I wanted to go out. On my own, which was a rare occasion since I'd always accept some invitation from friends around NYC or visiting.

I did have one place in mind and that place was somewhere that I'd only bring Kate to, but since she was in her art studio in Silicon Valley, where she had successfully made a name for herself in the small fashion industry, unlike Ethan who was still living under their father's shadow and under the Kavanagh name unlike Kate who got her own fans.

The moment I passed the bar exam marked the moment I was done being a paralegal. I was lucky, the law firm that I worked for was a private institution, and it was small, so everyone that was hired was carefully vetted and were all nice people.

I got to follow them around to meet clients and sometimes go to court with them. I liked my experience ethers and I learned a lot. They were sad that they couldn't keep me but did wish me luck on my new ventures as a qualified lawyer.

I applied to a few places, and got pretty positive feedbacks since I got a pretty decent recommendation from my previous law firm. However, there was one company that I deliberately looked passed, but it was that one company who offered me the highest bid.

I turned that down because of personal reasons but they were relentless in pursuing me, and in the end, they insisted that I at least go in for an informal visit.

GFM, of Grey Financial Management.

I didn't know what I was thinking when I thought New York was big enough to ensure that we wouldn't see each other again, but I guess that was just my destiny.

We parted ways amicably before the summer to my second year and his third, he went to Europe for an exchange or a placement in industry or something. I had a great time with him and neither of us admitted that we had caught a feeling, but judging from our last time together, I guess we were just being stubborn and in denial.

Still, it wasn't hard to move on from him. In the ten years that we were apart, I got to meet more people and learned exactly just how annoying and irritating Jack could be when he was drunk and smoking weed. It was the worst combination.

He was nice when he was sober but an ass when he was high on some product. He was a lightweight hence he rushed the nerdy frat, but I believed that he had mixed in with the wrong crowd and his life practically went down the drain the moment he was introduced to tobacco and nicotine; thank god it wasn't cocaine.

Then for some reason he was encouraged to pursue me. Thank goodness my time was filled with study, modeling, occasionally filming as a stunt double for some small action movies, and having a sexual relationship with another nice and good looking guy.

"Hey," someone nudged me gently startling me out of my thoughts and my nursing of a hard liquor. They limited the amount they served just to be extra cautious, which was very little in my standard.

"Holy shit!" I jumped out of my skin, and almost my stool but luckily I didn't end up on my ass.

"I'm Christian," he smirked.

I recognized that voice the moment he said hi. The sense of deja vu hit me like a freight train in that moment, especially when they were playing an old song like they did at the party we first met.

"Hi," I relaxed and went back to my drink.

"Want to dance?"

"Aren't you here with someone?"

"Are you?" Fuck him, still so smooth. He smirked knowing that I wasn't.

I shook my head.

"What are you doing at a sex club, a BDSM one no less?"

"The same reason as you," I quipped unsure what to say to him.

"I'm looking for a submissive. Are you?"

Bastard, I knew he'd take no prisoner with me. I had no idea how to communicate him after ten years, we had lost contact completely after he graduated.

"I'm just looking for someone to play with."

"Do I qualify?"

"Do you want to play?" I retorted, but I wasn't going to sleep with him, actually I didn't even make up my mind about having sex with anyone tonight, I was just here to drink and watch.

"What changed? I asked you if you're interested in adding a few toys and being creative back then, and you said no."

"I was a rookie," I shrugged, and now I was a novice at BDSM since I only ever enjoyed the pleasure part and not the pain.

He appeared so much more mysterious than I remembered, but his eyes were now sharper and more shrewd, it was like he could see right through me and read me like an open book even after ten years.

His smirk confirmed that everything I suspected was true.

He was a man now, truly a masculine male that I would call hot and handsome. Gone was the goofy, cute, and horny teenager that kept pestering after me begging to have me.

"So, wanna play with me tonight?"

"Not tonight," I declined, reminding myself that I still had to meet him in a professional environment tomorrow.

"Why not?"

"I had too much to drink."

"You had one gin and tonic, I know your limit, Anastasia."

He had never called me that in college, and for some reason it made me felt like we were going to go down a completely different path than we took back then. It sounded more mature coming from his mouth, and not like we were aiming for a casual arrangement with no strings attached.

"No," I repeated.

"Okay," he breathed out, and from the look on his face told me that this wasn't finished. "Should we go somewhere else to catch up? A club way less disturbing than this one and with a few more drinks to choose?"

I lifted an eyebrow at him wondering why he was so interested in me, again. I thought he was going to look for a sub for a scene and come back to me after tomorrow.

"It's ten years worth, come on," he prompted, extending his hand for me.

I accepted his hand and allowed him to drag me off of the stool and pull me to his side. We made our way down the block and ended up in a restaurant which had a bar inside.

I ordered a cocktail that he recommended and he got a beer for himself.

"You come here often?"

He chortled at the question which coincidentally was a corny pickup line. We both knew that I meant it literally but it still didn't stop him from teasing me.

"Not as much as I used to."

…

"Ros," I shook the woman's hand. She was the one who personally emailed me and insisted that I visit.

"Ana?"

I spun around to the voice, we were heading to her office to talk before she gave me a tour of the place and introduce me to some people. I knew I'd probably meet the CEO himself but I didn't give it too much thought since yesterday night.

"What are you doing here?" He looked utterly surprised at my presence, and I assumed that he knew about it yesterday hence the reason why I turned down a night of passion to reacquaint.

He must've just came out of his office because the door that he just came out from opened again, and an older couple walked out as well. He didn't seem to sense the presence behind him as his eyes darted to Ros then back at me, connecting the dots.

"Oh," he and Ros exchanged something through their eyes. "Good luck getting her to join us, Ros."

Ros scowled at him, I think she believed that he jinxed her opportunity to persuade me, but Christian did know me better.

"Can I see you tonight?" He then turned to me without offering any kind of explanation to his COO.

"Tonight?"

"Do you have plans?" He cocked his head, and that instantly brought back memories from my freshmen year.

I shook my head but was still lingering on his invitation.

"Can I have a hug?" He seemed to sense my reservation and hesitation, so he stepped closer and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I felt his hands squeezing my back and his face buried in my neck. "I missed you."

I pulled away slightly in surprise, and then I saw the sincerity in his eyes. I was reminded of the sweet guy that he was when he texted or whenever we were hanging out together.

"Ditto, Christian."

"Tonight?"

"Still so persistent," I couldn't help but teased. It felt like we were picking up from where we left off but going down a completely different path and taking everything to a newer level.

He grinned. "So? Just something casual."

"Text me?"

"You have my number?"

"Unless you changed it."

He reached into his pocket with one hand, the other still pressed on my lower back, and handed the phone to me.

"I'll text you," he told me as he watched me put my information inside. I had changed my number, too, though I didn't cancel my old one but I just used my new one for work and for public use. "You didn't change your number?"

"No, but I have a work one now."

A throat clearing behind us made me recompose myself, reminding myself that I was actually at a professional workplace, for a professional reason, not for catching up with my old flame.

Christian turned around, bringing me with him so we were now faced with the couple that came out of his office.

"Mom, dad, this is Anastasia, a friend from Harvard. Ana, my parents, Grace and Carrick."

I greeted the couple politely while hyperaware of the hand that was still lingering on my back. I had never officially met a set of parents of my past boyfriends. I never got serious with my exes and they never thought we were to the stage where we'd have to meet the family.

People were watching us from all the directions, and every passerby was glancing our way, even the happy faces on the parents were a little disturbing. I had no idea what I had got myself into, a lion's den?

The man next to me was just my fuck mate once upon a time, why was everyone staring at us like we were their new hope at romance and love?

Faintly in the background, I heard Ros murmuring under her breath to herself.

"Of course she's not going to take the damn job."

…

"Did you take the job?"

"No, should I?"

I didn't know what changed but it felt so natural to just sit down at a table with him for an informal meal. I wouldn't call this a date per se, but it was close to one. We were just two old friends that used to have some sort of relationship; a history as they said.

"You'd certainly be a valuable addition to us, but it's up to you."

"Valuable addition? Christian, I just obtained my license like a few months ago, quit my job as a paralegal, there's no way I can contribute to anything."

"I read your résumé, and the recommendation from your last law firm."

"And?"

"You have the potential."

"To do what?"

"To achieve a great deal. Why didn't you tell me about your acting career?"

"It wasn't a big thing. I just get gigs here and there, I told you about my modeling." I frowned, slightly dumbfounded by his sudden turn of questioning. "I never wanted to go big in the entertainment industry, I just kind of wanted to have a part-time job, and modeling fits but if I'm asked to do stunts, I'm up for it."

"So, you still box?"

"Yeah," then I was reminded of my lie by omission when I told him that I box even though it was only part of my conditioning workout.

"I wish we had more time together."

"You really wanted to go to Spain."

"I ended up spending more time in Greece."

I tilted my head curiously.

"I wanted to see if I can take advantage of their situation and make money out of it."

"That's exactly what you did, right?"

He nodded. "The investment firm stemmed from the idea to distribute the wealth from the rich. We help them invest and we then use the money to do charitable work."

"Corporate social responsibility," I summarized. I did study corporate law for a long time before I went to intellectual property, after all, so I kind of have to understand business.

He nodded.

"Did you go to Business School?"

"I finished them online."

"Same. I did law school while I was working at a private firm."

We ate in silence for a while, and I wondered if it was because we were both too young when we met, and didn't have enough experience with people that made us awkward back in college because I felt no discomfort this time around.

"Do you want to come back to mine?" He lobbed casually as the waiter got our bill. I didn't fight to pay for it just to keep everything simple. It wasn't an expensive meal anyway, so for a guy like him, it really didn't matter.

I cocked my head sideways, that sounded utterly familiar and not remotely innocent.

My smile widened when he caught on what was going through my mind, and he laughed.

"Are you going to make me wait longer?" He teased, leaning closer to me across the table.

I shrugged nonchalantly.

"I want to play with you," he lowered his voice, and I knew he was trying to seduce me. He wasn't trying really hard ten years ago because I only just started to experience sex, but now he knew that we were both experienced, he wasn't going to hold back.

"Do you have a playroom?"

I hope he didn't but he was a Dominant, so I was just asking to be cautious that he didn't have any ideas of taking me in there.

"Not in my home. I go to clubs for that, but we can still improvise. I have ties," he winked.

Oh, we were so gliding down the memory lane.

"I'm open to improvisation," I bit my lip nervously and his eyes darkened the second my teeth sank into my bottom lip.

"Let's go then," he took the card from the waitress and picked up my hand. "This is my dream come true."

"I've finally seen you in a suit this morning," I giggled, recalling that as one of my fantasy.

We were now strolling down the street to his apartment, where I had no idea actually, but I still felt safe with him even after 10 years without contact and no clue as to what he had been up to.

"You wanted to see me in a suit?"

"I'm a sucker for men in suits," I confessed, too easily might I add in my mind.

"Oh?" Now I knew he had dirty thoughts going through his filthy mind, and he could be so unfiltered sometimes, especially when we were making out. We did spend longer making out than we used to just to get me ready near the end of our relationship. I stalled him.

"I kind of wanted to see you in a suit that day."

"After the initiating meeting?" He recalled, obviously still had every detail engraved in memory. "Should've made that date more official."

I stared at him. "Yeah, you should have," I said though only half meaning it since it was the past, so I could say whatever.

"Well, I'm taking you out next time to a fancy place, if you're up to it."

"You're going to wear a suit?"

"Of course," he chuckled.

His voice had deepened, and I did realize that his entire facial features had matured just like him. It wasn't until I got an examination up close did I realize those tiny changes that made him so much more attractive than back in college.

He certainly spurted more sex appeal now than ever.

"And you're going to put on a sexy dress that I get to peel off at the end of the day," he leaned down closer to my ear.

Damn, this guy had grown taller. He wasn't this much taller than me when I was in heels.

"It's a promise, Anastasia."

Methinks he had mastered the art of purring and seduction to a T, he used to be charismatic but with a layer of innocence that didn't really register until I had an idea of what he was like now.

Man, what a decade could do to people.

"I'm holding you to it. You better make good on your promise."

…

"You know, I realized something, and I have to apologize to you."

We stopped in the lobby as we waited for the elevator to bring us to his apartment, which I'd bet would be the penthouse unit. He lived in the area where every rich, famous celebrities resided. It was reasonable for a person with his wealth to live in luxury, and if I did well in the future as a lawyer, I could probably afford a better place than the small condo that I recently bought using the savings from my last decade.

"Yeah, and what is it?"

"I was a selfish prick that didn't realize that you never came for your first time."

I didn't know how to react to it.

Mortified because he most likely had caught on that I had pretended that first night?

Warm because he actually took the time to reflect on our time together?

"And, I'm sure our second time wasn't much better."

He continued, and I just stood there and listened. The elevator door slid open, and a few tenants or visitors walked out of the building, some nodded at Christian and some did a double take at the arm around my waist.

"I did eventually make you come but I guess I hadn't been the best lay for you."

He got that right, and I didn't know if I should confirm it or deny it because either would hurt his ego.

"So, let me make it up to you tonight."

"What?"

That was a turn that I hadn't saw coming.

We stepped into the elevator and watched the metal doors slid close before us. I was expecting him to punch in the code for the penthouse, but instead, he pushed the button for the tenth floor.

Maybe that was the apartment that he would use for one-night-stands?

"What's the matter?" He pulled me against him, wrapping both arms around my waist and his hands resting atop my hips. His mouth was ghosting near my ear, and trailing down my neck.

They were now lurking very close to my throat, which had been uncontrollably sensitive ever since I started incorporating sex in my life. I thought the spot would change but for some reason, it was still that very same fucking place that would make my knees weak and get me going.

I stared at him, my mind running through all the ways that I could possibly ask him the question but I had no idea how. Even if I did want to be honest with him and establish a line of open communication like we had back then, I didn't know where to start.

My eyes darted back to the floor panel, then back at him. I opened my mouth and I was cut off by the ding of the elevator, followed by the door sliding open.

I then decided to just wait until I see the interior before making a conclusion, just to prevent myself from jumping to conclusions.

"Welcome to my humble abode," he licked the shell of my ear for no reason as he guided me through the opened apartment door. He tossed his keys to the counter next to his cloth hanger and kicked the door close before locking them from the inside.

It looked cozy and homey, indeed.

"You live here?" I blurted out as I took in my surrounding. His place honestly didn't look spacious or any bigger than my condo, though he probably had a guest bedroom and one more bathroom than I did.

As well as a separate kitchen and a living room…

"Oh, I know what you're thinking," he chortled, toeing off his shoes. I immediately returned to do the same, and he grabbed me by the waist from behind as he guided me deeper into his home.

"What am I thinking?"

"You think a man like me would probably have a penthouse, or a house."

I nodded, that was kind of true but not my main concern at the moment.

"I like my own comfort way better than what the society expects from a wealthy man."

"I can see that," I muttered distractedly, wondering how I could phrase the question without sounding offensive. I hope he could take the hint because he was by far the smoothest guy I had been with, and by that I meant smart kind of smooth and not the flirty, only wanting to get in your pants kind of smooth.

"This is my home, and I don't usually bring people home with me. I like my privacy."

So, he caught on like I expected. I smiled inwardly, good, this guy was still the same on the inside if not better than I remembered.

His hands traveled up from my sides to my shoulders as he guided me through his apartment, giving me a tour, not leaving out a single detail.

"I usually go to a hotel or their place, but you know you're kind of special to me, right?" He perched on the edge of his bed and pulled me in to stand between his legs.

"Sort of?" I wasn't sure myself. I distantly remembered how I felt like he was taking advantage of my inexperience and the fact that I was a virgin in everything sexual.

"You are, Anastasia. You're the only virgin I've been with, and not because the lack of them."

I briefly allowed myself to wonder just where could he find virgins older than the age of 21, I lost mine at 18, or were they saving themselves for marriage only to stumble upon a unique specie like him?

I didn't dwell on it for too long because his slender fingers were truly a distraction. I lifted my arms and encircled his neck, pulling me even closer to his body, too close that I could feel his heat and make out the faint outline of his erection.

"I want to get to know you better. We didn't get a chance to do that back in college, and I think that's my only regret for not reaching out when I come back for my senior year."

"Did you not date other people?" My mind was somehow still reeling on the fact that he'd usually go to a neutral ground or to their domain for sex.

"I did but none of them had the privilege of coming to my place because I don't want to risk exposing too much of myself. You know who I am to the public, right?"

His thumb caressed the small of my back and his other slid beneath my camisole.

"A bit," I admitted, I had to do research on his company when Ros reached out after I told them time and time again that I declined their offer due to personal reasons. That reason specifically was the man operating the company.

If it was any other man that I had a history with, I'd be fine, but since this guy was my first and we did have a friendship that I didn't want to ruin, I'd rather steer clear from the line that separated business and pleasure.

I took the liberty to do my research of the man's career path after finding out that he was the owner of the company that wanted to hire me despite what I kept telling them. I had an idea who he was and how phenomenal he had been, but I never thought I'd be having this conversation with him because there was nothing personal about him online.

"A bit?" The corner of his eyes wrinkled as he laughed at my small admission. "I don't believe you but I'll take it."

"I don't know you personally, everything online is public record and there's nothing personal about you."

"Very true," he pushed a loose strand of my hair behind my ear and stared right into my eyes, as if he could read my soul. "So, what do you say we lay a few ground rules before we start our night?"

"Ground rules?" As in BDSM? I wanted to ask but wasn't sure if that would successfully ruin the moment, because honestly, I was still down for bedding him tonight.

He was too delicious an opportunity to pass, and I wasn't a slut but I knew how to appreciate.

"Yes, for instance, you don't sneak out on me at the crack of dawn, and you don't ghost me."

I had no idea what was going through my mind but I allowed the giggles to bubble through my throat and erupt at my lips.

"What?"

"This isn't a one time thing," he clarified looking dead serious, but there was some mirth in the background.

I nodded, agreeing.

"If I'm the reason why you're not taking the job at my company, then I ask you to come visit me often, or I'll go barging into your workplace just to see you."

I laughed again, he could be so funny in the sternest times.

"I'm serious," he glared at me but that did the opposite of shutting me up. I pressed my lips together to stifle my laughter. "You need to make time for me or I will force you to, because I will miss you."

"Okay," I giggled lightly. "Next?"

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

"I'm sorry?"

"No you're not," he remarked. "I told you, I'm serious, like a heart attack. I like you."

"Christian, we haven't seen each other for ten years."

"Your point?"

"We hardly know each other."

"Doesn't matter, we can get to know each other as time goes by. You are one woman that I'd never let slip out of my fingers again. We should've explored the potential back then, but we didn't get the chance to do it."

"So, you're making up for a decade ago?"

He shrugged. "Tell me you didn't catch a feeling back then."

I nibbled on my bottom lip and chewed it as I pondered just how I approach this subject.

"Be honest, Ana."

"Okay, yes. I did, but I got over it."

"I did, too, but guess what? That made me realize that the best sex I've ever had was with you though I'm certain that wasn't the case for you."

I shook my head slowly. "No," I whispered, almost feeling guilty that I felt that way. "You set a really high standard for me, though." I added having no idea why my stupid mouth would blurt that out.

His stares turned heated and much more intense than I'd ever seen.

"And, I'd like to change that," he said, getting closer to my face.

I bit my lip involuntarily at the intensity.

"Don't bite your lip. I've been thinking about that ever since seeing you in that club yesterday, and it didn't help that you were in my company earlier with my second in-command pining after you."

"Are you serious about dating?"

"Very. I wouldn't have brought you here if I didn't have any feelings for you."

"That might just be an infatuation."

"No, it's just been laying dormant for the last decade."

"Are you sure?"

He nodded again. I could see it in his eyes that he was earnest and ardent.

"We'll see after tonight."

He lifted a brow at me but didn't say anything. Threading his fingers in my hair, he pulled my face closer to his and crashed his lips to mine. I instantly moaned into the unexpected intensity, and the rapid speed that my panties were soaking up the fluid coming out of my sex.

"I never offered you any drinks," he murmured against my lips. I felt like he could eat me alive just with the way he was kissing me.

Definitely a hungry man.

"I'm not thirsty for that," I whispered back.

He stopped and pulled back slightly, my eyes fluttered open to meet his.

"I'm glad," he smirked and picked me up before tossing me onto his bed behind him. "We've an understanding, right? You're not running from me tomorrow."

"I'm still going to do the walk of shame."

"Not if you're my girlfriend, then you're not doing it."

He was still so persistent. Somethings just never changed.

"Are we going to use the lube?" I teased him.

"Don't remind me, that was an embarrassing time."

I giggled, feeling him glaring at me from where he was kicking the door shut and locking it.

"We're never going to use the lube again. I'm going to prepare you so well that you won't even feel any pain. Just pleasure," he vowed.

And, damn, that sounded so promising.

"I'm going to make you cum until you pass out, and then wake you up just to make love to you once more."

Oh my… the promises he made this time were so much more promising.

I actually believed that he had the ability to do as he said.

I moaned the moment his deft finger touched my collarbones like tip-toeing over them, then pressed on my shoulders to hover above me, and kiss me searingly as if to seal the deal.

"I'm going to redeem myself to you before you even see my dick."

I pouted, pushing him away by the chest when he made a move to take off my top.

"That's not fair," I lamented and he halted, staring at me trying to mask the hurt but the confusion shone through.

"What's not fair?"

"You have to be naked, too," I whined petulantly. "But, you're not allowed to use your dick until you made me cum at least twice."

He licked his lips, and there was something that flashed across his eyes but he didn't voice it. I could only think it was him realizing that I wasn't so innocent anymore. I was actually an experienced woman who had seen probably just as much as him.

"Do you want to play?" He nipped my bottom lip after he tossed his shirt away, leaving him nude on top.

"Next time," I immediately drew that lip under my teeth after he released it from his.

His eyes gleamed with glee, and I knew this response delighted him.

Still not understanding what he truly wanted from me, I for once, allowed myself to think that I was probably more than physically attracted to him. Maybe I thought I had overcame the feelings I caught during my freshmen year, but I guess I dated and had other sexual relationships just to distract myself.

Maybe the curse was real.

The guy that took the girl's virginity would probably be of more significant that we'd like to think.

I was cursed, more likely than not.

It was no wonder why I seemed fine after the breakups. I did cry but just not bawling my eyes out like I initially feared. But then, I was fresh out of high school, I was just clueless.

Or it was probably just me that was dumb when it comes to men.

"Stop thinking and let me fuck you," he growled against my throat, and my head automatically tilted back, allowing him better access to it.

Damn him, he still remembered that.

"Get naked," I instructed him breathily.

He pulled back to stare at me, utterly amused by my words.

"As you wish, Ana," he leaned down to peck me on my lips one more time before doing as he was told.

I grinned as I watched.

"What?" He stood before me as my smile turned goofier. "Like what you see?" He smirked when he noticed that my eyes were raking up and down him in all his glory, and shamelessly checking him out.

He certainly was much more built than that scrawny guy I remembered.

Well, he wasn't scrawny back then, but because he had a small skeleton compared to other buffer men, I'd say it was the freshmen 15 getting to him. Nevertheless, he was still built, and with abs.

I liked my men toned.

He just suited my taste to a T now.

"Nothing."

"Tell me," he pushed back, now crawling back on to the bed, pulling me up so I was somewhat in the center of his large bed.

I was still fully clothed but he didn't seemed to mind. He was taking his sweet time with me tonight, and I would be lying if I said that the suspense wasn't helping with my building anticipation and lustful desire.

"I can't believe I thought you were just cute back then."

"Well, ditto, baby."

"And, I said you weren't my type," I bit my lip right after I let him in on that secret.

"Did you now?" He drawled out. "Well, guess what, you've always been my type."

"I thought you preferred brunettes in general."

"No, well, yes, but I preferred non-blondes but now that I've seen you again, I prefer Ana."

"You're still so sweet," I giggled. I was going to tease him but I didn't have the heart to use that tone when I saw his face.

"Because you're my sugar."

Bastard, still smooth as fuck.

"I'm going to show you just how good my tongue can be, Anastasia."

My thighs clenched, not because of his promise but because of the tone he used. It sent a shiver down my spine and I knew that chill I got was from anticipation.

I knew firsthand how pleasurable a good head would be, but if he was as good as he gloated then I knew I'd be in serious trouble.

"10 years' worth practice," he mumbled against my bare skin. "I hope it pays off."

I giggled when his stubbles tickled as he dragged his head from the crook of my neck down south.

"I want to make sure that you're still as I remembered," he hummed when he dipped his tongue into my belly button.

"Oh, oh…" I arched my back as the weird sensation flooded my body like it would every time my navel was prodded.

"Just as I remembered, if not more sensitive," he grinned proudly.

Fucker was boasting that he had excellent memories.

"Now, your tits," he grinned devilishly at me as he lazily dragged his open mouth up north to nuzzle in between my breasts.

"I think it got bigger."

"You certainly filled the cup," he assented.

Of course he noticed it. My bra used to be slightly too big for my breast size, but at some point over the decade, it got bigger. At one point, I thought I was going to have to buy a new bra a size bigger.

"It's spilling out," I half lamented.

"No, it's not. They're perfect," he retorted.

"And more sensitive," I remarked, taking the opportunity for him to explore and find out himself away from him.

He growled, and wasted no time to peel the fabric covering my body off after testing out just how sensitive my nipples were through my bra.

"You're right, they are," he agreed.

If he really did spend the majority of the 10 years mastering the skills of pleasuring women, then I was in for a fucking treat.

"You sure are taking your sweet time with me," I complained when he seemed like he had no intention of going anywhere near my core in the next few years with the speed he was lazily peppering kisses all over my body.

I writhed and squirmed beneath him with each advances closer to my sex, and I hated that my imagination was getting the better of me with his fingers ghosting near my entrance but resting firmly against my inner thigh and not touching me the place I wanted him to the most.

"It's been 10 years, have to make it count."

"Just fuck me, Christian."

I attempted to spread my legs wider, fully aware that I probably looked like I was making porn with this man.

The moment I did so, he growled. I knew he'd cave when he saw how glistening wet I was for him.

"Show me you're better with your mouth," I taunted.

He was staring at me and I could see him salivating at the view in front of him.

He scooped my legs up and threw them over his shoulder, kneeling in between my legs with his nose just millimeters away from my slit. I could feel the heat coming off of his face and his hot breath tickling me.

"Christian," the suspense was killing me. I wasn't always so patient and especially when the anticipation from the build-up was too thick to swallow.

"All in good time," he whispered.

"Ah…" I mewled. Fuck, he had the cheek to blow a kiss at me without even touching me. What the fuck?

"You are so impatient."

"And, so ready," I groaned when I felt him inching closer and closer at nail speed.

I felt my legs clenching together around his head, squeezing his face the moment he dove in like he was attacking a prey he had been eying for the past hour.

"Fuck… ah fucking ooh!"

I couldn't even coherently think of a sentence let alone speak one. He was one hell of a kisser, and that tongue would truly be the death of me this time around.

"Fuck me, baby," he growled against my vagina still latched on it and working it relentlessly. I could feel myself lifting my hips and grinding them against his face.

"F- fuck," my eyes rolled back as did my eyes and I was aware that he didn't even use his fingers.

Oh my, how long could that tongue extend into me, licking my walls, working my muscles as it massaged me.

"You're close, aren't you, baby?"

I could only hum. Oh, this was so much better than I remembered. Probably the best head I ever got.

Man, he surely knew how to kiss. Especially was an expert with French kissing with my lips down below.

"Did I pass out?" I could barely make out that it was my voice muttering that question because I swear everything was black and I saw the stars.

"Did you just squirt?" He hovered above me and I could see clear traces of my juice all over his face, his nose was reflecting off light with the evidence of my cum.

"What?" My eyes sprang open. I had researched on that term and read detailed descriptions on how to make a woman squirt, but I had no idea that it could be achieved; let alone on me.

"Fuck," he could barely contain his excitement. He stuck his tongue out as far as possible to cover as much surface as could to lick my orgasm clean from around his mouth.

Fucker was so proud of himself.

"I made you squirt," he picked me up and rolled me over him so that I was on top.

I licked his nose tasting myself and taking advantage of the short distance between our faces. I still could barely believe what had happened to me earlier but now I needed time to recover.

It was jackpot this time, bitches.

If I ever decide to extend it and make it long, I will post it on my wordpress page (link in profile).

For now, it's going to be short.

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