JENNIE
"Are you sure? I mean, it's our first date."
I bunch up her sweater in my fist and pull her to me so my lips barely brush hers. "We can always wait until after…"
I pause and pretend to count. "The third date. That's always the number, right? I don't date so I don't know, but I think I read that in a romance book somewhere."
She nips my bottom lip until I moan. "You don't read romance. You read suspense and crime books."
"Do you remember everything about me?" I whisper against her mouth.
"I've never stopped thinking about you. I remember every word from your lips." She pauses and rubs her lips with her thumb.
"I remember every curve of your body, every sound you make when we have sex, and how you give yourself to pleasure more than anyone I've ever known." She kisses me again and again until I forget we're still in the garage at the museum and are not alone.
"Let's go." I break from her and climb into the car.
She briskly walks to the driver side, gets behind the wheel, and pulls smoothly into traffic.
"It's going to snow tonight," I say.
She nods but doesn't respond. I put my hand above her knee and smile when the muscles jump under my fingers. I run my hand softly up and down her thigh, stroking her until she moans and stops my hand.
"I can't concentrate with you touching me." She licks her lips and glances at me a few times during traffic stops. "And it's not fair that I can't touch you."
"Who says you can't touch me?" I challenge her by sliding my seat all the way back and uncrossing my legs. At the next traffic signal, I pull up my dress until it's only a few inches from revealing my smooth pussy.
"Fuck," she says.
"I can't wait." We're only about five minutes from my loft. I place her hand on my thigh. She runs her hand up my skirt but stops about three inches below where I want her. Her strong fingertips dig into my thigh muscle. She seems determined to tease me. It takes my breath away. "We're almost to my place."
She stops and takes a deep breath. "You're right. Plus, this is our first date. Weren't we going to dinner?"
"I can order delivery from the bedroom," I say.
Lisa pulls into the garage, and the attendant allows her to pull up into a visitor's spot. I push my dress down just in time before he sees more of me than I'm comfortable with. "That was close."
"You would have made his night." She wraps my coat around me, pulling me close to her by the lapels. "But tonight is mine."
"And mine."
"Our night. Come on. Let's get upstairs before I drag you into a dark corner of the garage."
She kisses me hard again in the elevator, and the rush of the reality of her here with me floods my senses. I hear only her moans, smell her cologne, taste her warmth, and feel her excitement. I crave her. I'm desperate to feel her skin against mine. By the time we get to my floor, I'm soaked with anticipation. I can't decide what I want to happen first.
"Hurry up and unlock your door," she whispers before tugging my earlobe between her teeth. The shock of soft pain jolts me all over, and I press my hand against the door to steady myself.
"I can't concentrate when you do that to me."
She takes the keys from my hand and unlocks the door. The moment we're inside, she picks me up and wraps my legs around her waist. My coat drops to the floor. She presses my back to the wall. The pressure of her belt against my pussy is wonderful, and I grind against her for friction.
"I love that you're so strong." No lover has ever picked me up, and this is the third time she's done it. I'm rewarded with several hip thrusts in a row and almost come on the spot. My guttural moan stops her.
"Let's go upstairs," she says.
I slide down and follow her upstairs. She takes off her sweater and unbuttons her shirt. By the time we're upstairs, she's kicked off her shoes, and her belt is on the chair. I pull my dress over my head and stand naked in front her, wearing only tall, black, leather boots.
She sits on the bed and stops me from taking them off.
"Oh, I love this look." She eyes me appreciatively and pulls me close so I'm standing between her legs.
"They're more practical than sexy." Secretly I love that the look turns her on. I stand proudly in front of her and run my hands over my body. She leans back on her elbows to give me room and smiles.
I let down my hair, shake it loose, and lean forward so my breasts are inches from her face. "I've missed you. And your mouth. And how you know how to fuck me the way I want. The way I need you to."
Her eyes darken. "Does tonight mean we're exclusive? I'm yours and you're mine?"
She waits for my answer. I look over her deliciously hard body, but when my eyes meet hers, I'm taken aback by what I see and how it makes me feel. I see love, and a feeling of joy bursts inside. I'm not ready to deal with the emotions head-on. I thought it would be more of a gradual thing, but the excitement of the moment and how I embrace it shocks me.
"I have no desire to see other people. I only want you." I don't want to crash and burn before this relationship even takes off the ground. "This is new for me. You're going to have to give me allowances if I say the wrong thing. But I know I want you, Lisa. I've missed you. I've missed us. Nobody can do what you do to me." That's as good as she's going to get today.
"I'll take anything you give me, Jennie."
She's too solemn, so I kiss her. Baby steps, I think. She pulls me onto the bed and flips me so I'm on my back and she's between my legs. I push the shirt off her shoulders and look down at her boxers. "Take these off. Take everything off."
It takes her ten seconds to strip. She returns to me. "Better?"
I smirk as an idea forms. "Almost." I roll her over and slide down her body, running my tongue in a straight path to the junction of her thighs. She doesn't stop me. She's wet and ready. I run my fingers up and down her hot slit, eager to fuck her but going slow because I know she needs to get used to me. I press my tongue flat against her clit and gradually apply pressure until she gasps with pleasure. That's her threshold. I lick slowly, and she squirms and moans under my mouth. I pull away. "Is this okay?" I slowly trace the entrance to her pussy, and she moans her approval. I cut my nails earlier, so tonight I'm not worried about hurting her. I just want to feel her come against my hand and my mouth.
"I should be the one doing this to you." She runs her hands through my hair, but she doesn't stop me.
"Oh, you'll be busy with me the rest of the night." I add a finger and wait for her to adjust to me. She's unbelievably tight. I move my fingers slowly but speed up my tongue on her clit. When she jerks, I slow down. It takes a bit to find a good rhythm, and when she starts rolling her hips, I know she's climbing. I keep my momentum going, and when she comes, a wave of confidence washes over me.
I climb up her and kiss her.
"You smell like sex." She plays with my hair while she relaxes.
"I smell like you, and it's wonderful. Thank you."
"I think I could get used to that," she says.
"Well, as my exclusive girlfriend, you're entitled to all of me, including my mouth and fingers," I say. That wasn't too corny.
I'm surprised when she gets up and excuses herself. I smirk when she heads to my closet first, then slips into the bathroom with our dildo and her boxers. I sit on the edge of the bed and cross my legs. I love these boots even more. I slowly uncross my legs and spread them when she returns wearing the marvelous dildo that weighs down the front of her boxers.
"I've missed you."
"Just me or me and my cock?" she asks.
I run my fingertip between my breasts, down my stomach, and rub my clit. "Both. I can miss both, right?"
She drops to her knees and kisses my thighs. "I missed you, your pussy, the way you taste, how much you loved being fucked, and your love and passion for sex."
I frown a bit when she unzips my boots and pulls them off. I wanted them on, but it's colder up here, and sex under the covers sounds delicious and warm. And intimate. I scoot away from her, and she chases me across the bed and flips me onto my back. She's smiling, and it's the most beautiful, unguarded look I've seen on her face. I kiss my forefinger and press it against her lips.
"Where are you going?" she asks.
"Under the blanket. You were gone so long I got cold."
She dips her head and softly brushes her lips across mine. Her knees push mine apart, and she sinks down. Her cock is resting right along my slit, and every time she moves or I move, tiny bursts of pleasure jolt my body.
"Let me warm you up," she says.
She holds my hands above my head and tells me to hold the slats. "Don't let go."
"I won't." I mean it. She's going to reward me only for good behavior.
"Now close your eyes," she whispers.
I feel her pull the covers over us, and my heart flutters with anticipation. Her legs are warm and strong against mine, and I lift my hips in anticipation of her cock sinking into me. I bite my bottom lip as I remember how big it is and how it will stretch me, almost painfully, but will also give me breathtaking pleasure. I hear the snap of the lube cap and peek through slitted eyes to watch her liberally apply the lube. I swallow hard. She looks at me. "Are you peeking?"
"No." I lie. I go limp when she presses the head between the folds of my pussy. I lift my hips, but she holds them down.
"Patience. I've been waiting for this moment forever."
"So have I. Why are you making me wait?" My breaths are quick, and I sound like I'm panting. I hiss out a breath and relax.
She doesn't stretch me with her fingers first, and feeling the head push into me is shocking, but only for a moment. When the rest of the shaft glides in, I shout with abandon.
"Fuck!" I reach for her because I'm tumbling with nothing to hold onto, and I'm afraid of completely losing myself.
She gently lies on top of me. "Open your eyes, love."
My brain stumbles over the world love, but I open my eyes.
She smiles and starts moving. My mouth falls open, and I moan with every slight thrust. Heat spreads from my pussy to every inch of me as she slowly fucks me. She bends her knees slightly and quickens her pace. I moan loudly in her ear and dig my short nails into her back. The first two orgasms happen back-to-back as she pumps in and out. She pulls out, and I reach for her instinctively. "No, I'm not done."
"I'm not either."
She keeps eye contact with me as she pushes in and pulls all the way out. My eyes flutter shut even though she asks me to open them.
I can't. I open them when orgasm number three arrives and shakes me to my core. I'm never going to survive tonight. She rests on her haunches for a moment to catch her breath. I run my hands on her thighs. We're both sweaty and sticky, and I haven't been this happy in forever. I laugh.
She laughs because I do. "What are we laughing about?"
"This is perfect. Us, I mean. Why have I fought this for so long?" I pull her to me for a long, deep kiss. Even though we're both moaning, she pulls away.
"Roll over."
I widen my eyes in surprise and I do as I'm instructed. She is flush on top of me, and I wiggle my ass as she spreads me apart with her knees to get to my pussy.
"Tell me if this hurts," she whispers and gently pushes inside.
I exhale. "It feels wonderful."
She pulls me up so that I'm on my hands and knees, and even though she's deep, the pleasure absorbs the pain, and I come again.
I'm shaking with lack of energy and too many orgasms to count. She finally comes, and I smile at how, for the first time, she's loud. She bends down and kisses my back. We both sink down on the mattress.
Her orgasm is still working itself around her, and she shivers every few seconds, I assume from pleasure. I turn and pull her close to me.
Lisa in my arms feels nice.
After five minutes of just holding one another and softly touching, I speak first. "We're going to need dinner and water if you're staying the night."
"I'm staying?"
I can't tell if she's playing or not. "That's what girlfriends do, right? Stay the night. Fix breakfast in bed, give massages, spoil each other."
She slides her hand behind my neck and pulls me to her for a kiss. "That's exactly what girlfriends do. You know I'll do anything for you, right?"
I cover her hand with mine and nod. This is probably the most intimate moment we've ever had, and I'm a few seconds away from crying. Accepting a relationship is a big step, but it's worth it to have this wonderful woman in my life.
