Distant Myles (3 page)

Amelia

About 30 minutes later, we arrive at his house. As he pulls the car into the garage, I know I should be getting nervous, but I’m not. Oddly enough, this feels natural. He shuts off the car and gets out, then comes around to help me out of the car. We make our way to his door and as he steps around me to open it, gesturing for me to step inside.

“Myles, do you mind if I take off my shoes?”

“No, go right ahead Amelia. Please, make yourself at home.”

“Would you like something to drink?” He asks me, while reaching into a cabinet and pulling out two wine glasses. “Yes, wine would be great. Thank you.”

Myles pours the wine then after handing me my glass, he laces his hand with mine. Feeling the warmth again, I just look at him. “Would you like a tour?” he asks.

He takes me on a tour of his house, showing me the living room, dining room, two bathrooms, three bedrooms, the master bedroom — complete with a huge king size bed, and finally the bathroom, that has a shower large enough that for five people.

We make our way back around to the kitchen and head through a set of sliding doors. He reaches to flip another switch and the deck is brought to life. Off to the left is a Jacuzzi, which just seems to have come to life all on its own. On the right is a very large patio set. Dim lights twinkle everywhere, giving off a romantic feeling.

I let go of his hand and walk further onto the deck. It is a lot larger that I first thought, because right in front of me is an infinity pool. I wonder if it’s heated? I can feel his eyes on me as I walk around. The heat from his stare warms my body.

“The pool is heated,” he said, reading my mind again. Walking towards him, he watches my every move with hooded eyes, like he is on the prowl. “It may be heated, but I didn’t bring my suit,” I tease.

He smiles and winks as my heart stops. “Who says we have to have suits,” he asks, while pulling me into him. I rest my hands on his forearms and just look at him. He wraps his arms around me, leaning his face into my neck. I tilt my head to the side to allow him better access. I hear him take a deep breath.

“God, you smell so good,” he says while running his left hand up my arm, then up past my shoulder to run his fingers in my hair. His right arm is still wrapped around me, while his hand rests at the small of my back. He tightens his grip in my hair, which sends tingles straight down my body.
Zing!
Direct hit to my pussy. I am getting wetter by the minute and he has barely even touched me. The closer he pulls me to him, the more I can feel his erection pressing into me. He is just as turned on as I am.

Myles brings his head back up, kissing along my jawline. Slowly, so very slowly, he makes his way to my mouth. I part my lips slightly as an invitation. He just barely brushes his lips across mine. Opening my eyes, I notice he is staring at me with this carnal look in his eyes. He leans down again, brushing his lips across mine once again; his tongue barely skims across my bottom lip. I inhale quickly, trying to catch my breath. My breaths have picked up, my nipples have hardened to an almost painful point. Lifting his head up just a little, to look into my eyes again, he licks his lips. I look
into his eyes, look at his lips then back to his eyes. This time I take the lead and lean into him with a soft kiss, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth, biting it just a little. He growls and tightens his hold on my hair, angling my head so he has better access. He sweeps his tongue into my mouth and the battle is on
. I have never in my life been kissed like this
. It is consuming me and I don’t want it to stop, but we break apart to catch our breath. He leans his forehead against mine. My chest is rising and falling so fast, I’m really not sure if I can breathe anymore. Keeping my eyes closed, I try and get my bearings.

“God, Myles. Wow! Um, do you mind if we sit down. I don’t think my legs are going to hold out much longer?”

He slowly rubs the back of his fingers along my cheek and says “Sure, let’s go sit on the couch and we can talk. Would you like some more wine?” Releasing me, he heads back inside to refill our glasses and I go over to sit on the couch I just discovered was out here.

“Yes, please.”
What the hell am I doing?
I don’t do this.  Even though Myles seems different, I don’t go out and fuck some guy I just met. But, the way I am feeling right now, I could rip off his clothes and fuck him right here. My panties are soaked. This is so unlike me. But, man can he kiss.

Myles returns with our wine glasses refilled and sits down next to me. After handing me my glass, he reaches for my hand and laces our fingers together.

“Myles, I have to be honest with you. I don’t usually do this. I tend to be a little more reserved, but for some reason with you, I want to be anything but reserved.” I’m not able to look him in the eyes as I say this. I’m a little embarrassed by what just happened, even though it was just a kiss — A very hot kiss.

“Amelia, look at me,” he says while leaning in so his face is just an inch away from mine. “That kiss was amazing, but I am not going to push you to do something you don’t want to do. From what I have learned about you this evening, I believe you when you say this is not the norm for you. You are beautiful and I can tell you wear your heart on your sleeve. But let me be honest with you. I can smell how turned on you are. I bet you are dripping wet for me right now. I would love nothing more than to take you inside and fuck you. Burying myself deep inside your hot pussy is all I can think about right now.”

Well, when he puts it that way, it does sound rather nice. I bet he could do a number on me too.

“Myles, um, I’m not really sure what to say to that.” I have to laugh a little, trying to calm my nerves. I quickly drain my glass of its wine and sit the glass down.
A little liquid courage never hurt anyone, right?
I don’t know what to do next, so I just sit there and stare at him, hoping he will make the next move.

I don’t have too wait long.

Myles sits his glass down on the table and turns his attention back to me. I look down at my hands and they are shaking.
Why are my hands shaking
? Right…I am nervous as shit. That’s why my hands are shaking. It has been three years since I have had sex.
I know a long time.
I just didn’t feel the need. Unlike now, I
really
feel the need.

“Amelia, relax. If this gets too uncomfortable and you want to stop, just say stop and we stop.” Myles says this as if he is reading my mind, which at this point he probably is. The fact that it’s been three years since I have been with someone was somehow brought into our conversation tonight. I thought he was going to choke on his food when that little bit of information slipped from my mouth. I didn’t intend on telling him it had been that long, but it happened. So, at least now he knows that I am not that experienced.

Myles stands up still holding my hand, waiting for me to do the same. I slowly stand up and we make our way inside. He leads me through the kitchen towards the stairs. Even though he has ahold of my hand, he looks back over his shoulder to make sure I am still with him.

All I can do is smile at him, and he smiles back with a smile that has my panties disintegrating. For some strange reason, all my nerves leave right then and I feel completely at ease.
Weird
.

Finally walking beside him, we make our way up the stairs. Once we reach the top, we pass a couple of closed doors, then the next is his room. He opens the door and walks in. I follow and he shuts the door and turns on a bedside lamp, which gives his room a nice romantic glow.

Because my feet are suddenly stuck like glue to the floor, he has to walk toward me. “Amelia, I want you to know that I just don’t bring women back to the house. I don’t talk about my past relationships to readily, and I never bring women home with me. Only you.”

The next thing I know I am being backed up against the wall. His hands are on either side of me, pinning me in so I can’t go anywhere. His lips are on mine in only a matter of seconds. The kiss is once again consuming. Our teeth are clashing. Pushing his tongue in my mouth, I greedily accept and begin sucking on it. That in turn earns me another growl.
Score one for me.
I do it again. Taking a step forward, he places his leg in between mine and it’s like my hips have a mind of their own. They start moving, grinding against his leg, trying to get friction where I need it most. I can feel his erection pressing into my hip. My clit is throbbing with need; I am so wet, I feel my juices running down my leg.

He moves his hands from the wall into my hair. He grips hard, angling my head so he can control the kiss. I reach up with both hands, cupping his face briefly then moving them up towards his head to get a hand full of hair, holding him to me. Are breaths are ragged as he tries to slow the kiss down. Working his way across my jaw towards my neck, he nuzzles into me. “God. You smell so good. I bet you’ll taste just as good — if not better.”

“Oh, God,” I say as he lightly places kisses on the left side of my neck, while he releases his right hand from my hair. He brings his hand down my neck, over my shoulder and down my arm. Reaching behind me, he runs his hand across my ass and squeezes tight, pulling me further into him. God, this feels good. I have never been this consumed of passion. I feel like my legs are turning to jelly and I don’t know how much longer I can stand.

Breaking the kiss, Myles takes a step back. Both of our chests are heaving, trying to catch our breath. He reaches for my hand and pulls me towards the bed. He doesn’t take his eyes of me and I don’t take my eyes off him. Letting go of my hand he reaches behind me for the zipper of my dress with both hands, slowing easing it down. Once he has it unzipped, he brings his hands up to my shoulders, brushing the straps of dress off. The straps slip down my arms and the dress pools at my feet on the floor. He reaches out and takes my hand, helping to steady me while I take a step away from it leaving it where it lays. He releases my hand and takes a step back.

He’s staring. I don’t do anything but stand here and let him look at me. I have a black lace demi bra on with matching black lace thong and black stockings. I keep my hands at my sides because I don’t want him to stop looking at me.

“God. You are beautiful,” he says slowly walking toward me. He’s clenching and unclenching his hands like he is trying to keep himself from touching me and all I want to do is yell,
Please touch me! Do something. Don’t make me wait.

He stops right in front of me, close enough that my breasts rub against his chest when I breathe. My nipples hurt because they are so hard. My pussy aches. If he were to reach out and touch me the way I want, he would feel how excited I am because my panties are soaked. There is no way to hide it and I don’t want to. I want him to know exactly what he is doing to me.

He reaches his hands out to grab mine, slowly walking us backwards towards the bed, his huge king size bed.

I release his hands, reaching up slowly and start to unbutton his shirt. I undo the first button and lean in to kiss the skin I have revealed. Each button I undo reveals more and I lean in and kiss every spot of skin I can. Myles has a hard muscled body and I am enjoying unwrapping my present. It feels like

Christmas. I pull the rest of his shirt out
of his pants so I can finish unbuttoning his shirt, kissing him as I go. He slides his shirt off, letting it drop to the floor with the rest of our clothes. I stand up and kiss him, sucking his bottom lip, while I reach my right hand down and rub his hard cock through his pants. He groans and breaks the kiss and leans his head back squeezing his eyes shut.

“Myles, I want to taste you, but I have to tell you that I have only done this one other time. I want to do this.” He brings his head back down to look into my eyes like he is trying to figure out why exactly I am telling him this.

While lowering myself down to my knees he says, “Amelia, you don’t need to do this.”

I start unbuckling his belt, looking up so he can see my face. “I know I don’t
have to
. I
want
to.” I undo his pants and slowly slide the zipper down. The room is so quiet; the only thing you can hear besides our breathing is the sound of his zipper as I slowly slide it down. I reach up, grab ahold of his pants and boxers and slowly slide them down his legs. His hard cock brushes my cheek as it springs free from its confinement. He toes off his shoes and steps out of his pants, kicking them to the side.

I reach up and wrap my hand around him. He is hard and soft as silk at the same time. He has a drop of pre-come at the tip, letting me know that he is just as excited as I am. I lean in and lick the drop of goodness from the tip.
Fuck!
I hear him say through gritted teeth, smiling to myself, knowing that I am doing this to him. His hands are clenched at his sides, letting me take the lead. I lean in again and kiss the mushroom shaped head before I wrap my lips around him. Swirling my tongue around getting the head wet. I lean back slightly, raising his cock, and licking him from root to tip. Taking him back in my mouth, I slowly work him further in my mouth. He is a lot bigger than I thought. At least eight inches long, but his girth…
Wow!
He is bigger than anyone I have ever been with. I bring my left hand up and cup his balls while I continue to bob my head, taking him deeper in my mouth until I feel him hit the back of my throat.