**Ok. The premise for this series is that we aren’t all billionaires, hunks and stunners or even healthy but we still tend to have sex lives or at the very least want to. Erotica can be a bit too perfectionist for my liking sometimes and having suffered for two years from a serious skin condition myself and still wanted and did manage to maintain an active sex life, I decided to write about those of us who are perfect in our imperfections; to give hope and to broaden peoples attitudes hopefully.**
The next date they had he took her out for a meal. He didn’t intend to be one of those pricks who used a woman as a vessel simply for his own pleasure and gave nothing back. He genuinely wanted to please her. Spoil her. She had given him so much already. Made him happier.
‘Where would you like to go?’ he’d asked.
‘I don’t mind, wherever suits,’ she’d responded.
‘No pretty lady. You get to decide. The choice is yours.’
So they had made reservations at 2Taps; a fairly small, intimate tapas restaurant in the Cathedral Quarter. Apparently it was her favorite. And he had to agree it was an excellent choice. Great food, great atmosphere, twinkling lights, excellent wine and great service. But what made the evening even more special was the first view he got of her as she walked in.
She smiled coyly at him, eyes lowered almost demurely. Lips painted dark red. And nails. Hair slicked back in a high ponytail that made him instantly think about pulling it from behind. Her womanly curves were encased in an elegant but sexy dress of black lace and he strongly suspected those were stockings on those long delectable legs. Not tights. As she walked her legs crossed each other and her bare arms swung confidently at her sides.
He knew people were taking sly and not so sly glimpses of her. Why wouldn’t they? But she was there for him. And it pleased him immensely that she made that fact abundantly clear by approaching his table, bending and brushing her lips softly against his. He wanted to grab her and put her gorgeous ass in his throbbing lap. But instead, he behaved like the gentleman she deserved, taking her by the hand and pulling out her chair for her.
She sat, almost purring with pleasure at seeing him and his treatment of her.
‘Thank you Paul.’
He sat opposite, actually glad for once he no longer had a seven inch cock, because, God would it have been obvious to anyone right now how she affected him if he still did. As it was, his remaining one inch was prodding the fabric of his boxers like Brutus stabbing the proverbial Caesar.
‘You look stunning Veronica.’
Her reply was a simple smile and to reach across the table and take his hand.
Had they really had that conversation the other night, so filthy and so heated, or had he imagined it?
Nope. She was absolutely a lady but still a very naughty slut. Her stiletto had found his leg under the table already. He shifted awkwardly as she rubbed it languidly up and down his calf. He read the menu to distract himself and she snickered softly as she pretended to read hers.
‘Anything there you fancy?’ he asked.
As soon as he said it, he knew the reply was going to be rude.
‘Mmm…so much catches the eye Paul. Stuffed vine leaves. Yummy. Marinated pork belly in a spicy rub…’
He narrowed his eyes at the naughty minx. Just as the waiter arrived to get their drinks order the little vixen made another saucy suggestion, ‘I see they also have sauteed clam hot pockets drizzled in virgin olive oil. Why don’t you think about that one? I hear it tastes really good.’
The waiter calmly took their drinks order and Veronica continued her teasing.
Paul grabbed her hand once he had left, bringing it slowly to his mouth.
‘You are such a bad girl.’
He kissed her fingers then took one gently into his mouth, sucking.
She sighed and he heard her stiletto drop off under the table. He felt more male now than he had in years. It was long overdue.
‘Know what happens to bad girls, little lady?’
Her eyes snapped open, twinkling, anticipating, sparkling.
‘What? What happens?’
‘Keep it up and you may just find out.’
And find out she did.
As soon as dinner was over and he got her through the front door of his apartment, he caged her against the wall with his strong arms in the semi darkened hallway. Her back hit the wall rather forcefully, knocking the wind right out of her with a feminine gasp. He gave a slightly ruthless laugh and began to gently kiss her neck, lulling her, seducing her. She surrendered willingly, offering her ivory neck to him, as a beguiled virgin might to a vampire. And then he bit. Hard. Sucking. Making her cry out, writhe and grip his torso as if her life depended on it.
‘Are you wet for me? Tell me you are,’ he growled, unrelenting in his vigor.
She bit him back and whispered, ‘I can do better than that sexy man. I can show you.’
Hitching up her dress to reveal the stockings and suspenders he had already guessed were there, she pulled aside her panties, took her fingers, entered herself and then smeared it on his parted lips. Instantly he licked, tasted; imbibed her sweet, salty, fine nectar.
Fuck.
‘Is that wet enough for you?’ she giggled breathily, lowering her dress to modest levels once more.
‘No. I need to check for myself.’
It being only the third time he had done this act, he took care to steadily and smoothly slide his middle digit inside her tender flesh. With each passing second his confidence was growing; in fact toweringly so. She was everything he wanted her to be for him. So very soft. Gripping him with want. Soaked and getting wetter by the second as his finger skillfully stroked her insides.
‘Oh God I want you,’ he said, as he took her mouth with rough, possessive kisses and worked her needy pussy.
As their mouths crashed together, tasting of wine, dinner and each other, she came shamelessly all over his hand. The fact that he was drenched in her scent and cream rocked him. Her cries shook him even more; sating something that had been missing in his soul and ultimately made him need her in every way he could have her.
Her legs were shaking still. His masculinity was rising. She was pawing at his body, panting.
‘Bed now,’ he commanded, unbuttoning his shirt. He cast it aside, revealing himself as he watched her take the very first step in a decidedly wobbly gait.
He laughed, then smacked her bum, carrying her up the stairs to his room.
‘Time for some tongue action,’ he informed her.
She moaned and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.
Some men might have just thrown her onto the bed. But when Paul kicked open the door and walked in cradling her in his arms, he resisted his animal urges and set her down gently like the treasure she really was. Bare chested he stood back and looked down at her, bathing in the lust of her eyes.
Her shoes were already gone, lost somewhere in between the hallway and stairs. The item he felt that needed discarded urgently now was her dress. He kneeled over her, suddenly realizing how large he was by comparison.
‘We need to take this dress off you baby. I want at you.’
Her instant reaction was to roll over for him so he could unzip her. He felt a dampness at his crotch at her natural submissiveness to him. His hands soon had her disrobed, her silk navy underwear set now fully on view. She was still shaking. He stroked back her hair, soothing her, petting her as one might a frightened animal. Only he knew it wasn’t fright. He moved along her body with infinite care, admiring with hands, gaze and mouth. Her restlessness increased. She fidgeted. Tossed her head, rolled her eyes; legs dropped more widely open to him, a bodily plea – yet he hadn’t even got that far yet.
Her basque was unfastened and eyes fixed fully on hers, he took her petal soft tits in his big manly hands, caressing.
‘Mine,’ he declared, half playfully half not.
‘Yes…Yes Paul. All of me is.’
He felt her breasts heat, the hardened nipples announcing her desire for him. He squeezed slightly and she bucked her hips towards his crotch. He registered it but felt no panic. He knew without doubt he could give her what she wanted, physical impediments or not. Her responsiveness to him told him loud and clear.
She ran her hands reverently over his tattoos, across his shoulders and through his hair. He licked her throat, lips, then descended towards her lower ones, licking her navel along the way. She arched her back again and cried out as he pulled aside her carefully chosen lingerie and swiped his starved tongue through her blushing pink molten valley.
‘Ahhhhh!’
Her hands gripped the bedding as he worshiped her helpless cunt. There was no hope of any retreat from her need of him. Like a tide her hips surged towards each stroke he gave her. And just like that she was screeching in guttural ecstasy. He licked onward, a little more gently, seeing her through it, watching briefly to see her opening convulse like a trembling flower.
When it was over, he lay beside her, breathing into her hair, watching her come down from the high. In time she said, ‘I want to please you now. Tell me how.’
She kissed him tenderly. Gratefully.
‘You already did.’
He kissed her back. She pulled away.
‘Paul. I need to taste you.’
He turned slightly. This was what he’d been afraid of. Having to reveal himself. His scars. His inadequacy.
‘Please will you let me. I’ll be gentle, I promise. You just tell me what feels good and what doesn’t. If it hurts, or you don’t like it, we’ll stop.’
Hesitation hung like a cloud.
She looked a little hurt. He took her hand.
‘I’ve been thinking of it all night,’ she admitted, looking emotional.
How could he deny her?
Silently he shucked off his trousers and then his boxers. Looking directly at her, refusing to look at his exposedness, he merely said, ‘it’s all yours, for what it’s worth.’
Instead of looking also, she stood up and removed every item of clothing – not that much remained and stood naked in front of him, her sex still clearly glistening from his dilligent pleasuring of her. In that moment it felt as if every drop of blood in his body rushed to that one utterly deprived zone.
Instead of getting between his legs as he expected, she lay across him, her belly pressed to his, the sensation of bare skin increasing the raging need within. Her pussy and ass were wide open for his viewing pleasure as she very carefully started to mouth all he had down there. A shudder ran through him of the most violent nature.
Her tongue was so warm. So very fucking warm.
She spat on him. It hit his most sensitive spot. What that was he didn’t know exactly but it did and he let out an almighty groan. Her tongue slithered over him, wetting and slathering. Her mouth seemed not to know what it wanted most. It alternated between sucks, licks and delightful kisses, soaking him in drool. It was literally running down the crack of his ass. He could feel it all. So dirty. So hot.
‘Babe.’
‘Babe. I think I’m gonna cum,’ he warned her.
‘I certainly hope so,’ she panted, whipping her hair that had now fallen out of its ponytail from her face. ‘Cause I wanna taste it.’
With that she redoubled her efforts and within seconds the floodgates were unleashed. He gasped and groaned, humping himself into her hungry willing mouth, filling her with all the seed he had. Electric shocks ran through him, even down the back of his thighs as he visualized her taking it all.
He didn’t need to visualize for long. His naughty lady slut turned around to face him and displayed her mouth full of his unusually sizable load and swallowed it all with a gleeful grin.
So unused to it all, he almost blacked out. When he opened his eyes she was lying up beside him looking very pleased with herself, head on his shoulder and arm thrown across his chest.
He kissed her forehead.
‘See?’ she whispered. ‘I told you we could find ways to enjoy each other.’
‘Yes babe. You certainly did.’
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