Only Today Part 1 (3 page)

She honestly thought that he was in love with her, but Randall Seaborne doesn’t love that way, he loves money, power, and control.

When Lilly said that her husband didn’t fuck her, at first I thought she was kidding, but then I should have known. When does Randall have the time to be with her? He’s busy engaging in his sexual cravings, which cover a wide range of things? When he’s working? He’s consumed with making money.

If you aren’t fucking your wife, and treating her less than a possession, then he has time for all other things he thinks are more important than Lilly.

She caught me off guard with her off colored remarks about fucking her. I would love nothing better than to take her and make love to her. But I think she’s just kidding around because she has nothing better to do, and she’s young with nothing to do. I think she’s trying to shock me because of her frustrations at not getting Randall’s attention.

It’s not my job to come in-between a husband and wife,
I say to myself.

I drove her where she wanted to go, and I found that I enjoyed her antics, but I couldn’t go along with her because she could be testing me. I don’t know how close she is to Randall. She could be using me to make him jealous. But if she continues with her
fuck me, fuck me
, I will take her up on her word, and if she’s playing around with me and being childish then she will have a surprise waiting for her. And that will stop her once and for all. She needs to learn that you can’t tempt a man with her foul-mouth talk because some men will take her up on it.

I parked underground and Lilly and I entered the department store from the bottom level. We took the escalator to the dress and shoe department. I suggested the elevator, but she said that she was tired of being confined.

I sat patiently waiting outside in the seating area for her. She came out dressed in the most expensive dresses. She walks in front of me, she looks beautiful, showing off a yellow dress, twirling around and raising it so I can see that she’s wearing a thong underneath, and asking, “What do you think?”

All I can do is glare at her, smile and shake my head because she knows she is tempting me, and there is only so much a man can stand. That yellow dress with those long brown legs, and thinking about that thong covering her butt made my dick hard. When I saw her cheeks with that piece of lace down the middle of her behind, I had to excuse myself and go to the men’s room.

On my return the sales person said, “Mr. Seaborne, you must love your wife to spend that much money on her, and you’re so patient. Not many men would sit around this long waiting for her to try on that many things.” They thought we were a couple and we probably would have been in a different time and place. In truth, I wanted to buy her a gift but I couldn’t afford what Seaborne could give her.

I
knew what I was doing when I made Anthony take a turn away from the compound and head for his apartment. He parked the limo in front of a two story modern building. The steel façade with glass windows with the back facing Seattle’s waterfront district. It had been an old warehouse that had been newly renovated and appeared very expensive. I couldn’t imagine that a mere driver would live in this place. I looked around and he said, “It’s not what you’re used to is it?” He took my hand after he opened the car door and I stepped out on to the side walk.

“I’m not used to much,” I said looking into his eyes. “After being confined in that mansion of a prison, I would call this heaven. I want to see the inside and feel free for a few minutes. He studied me for a second, yet he continued walking, up the stairs, and unlocking the main door. We strolled through a well-lit foyer and made a right, he hit a button and the door opened to an elevator. “I live on the fifth floor. The entire floor is mine. It’s an open space.”

“Do you mean there’s nothing to separate the rooms? That’s great.”

“Somewhat, but you will see for yourself.”

He opens the door and I step in. I look around and watch at him as he observes me. “I like it,” I said turning to Anthony. Furniture divides most of the space. Two large brown soft leather sofas anchored the living area with a glass and chrome table setting in the middle with magazines setting on it. I spot a large California king bed at the far end of the room to the left and in front of the bed, you can see a deck, and the waterfront if you are in bed. The kitchen is all modern with stainless steel appliances. The place appears new and looks like no one has ever cooked on the stove. I didn’t see any pots.

The place screams bachelor pad. No women allowed for overnight stays.

“I like the openness of the room,” I say glancing around. “You have no curtains,” I observe walking around skipping pass the couch and going straight for the bed. Anthony walks up and stands in front of me, and looks down on me sitting at the edge of his bed.

“We have to go now.” He holds out his hand. I reach up as if I will take it and I grab his belt and unbuckled it quickly as he stares at me wondering what I was up to. “What are you doing?” He catches my wrists and I glance up into his beautiful shimmering jade eyes, and I give him a closed smile.

“Don’t you need to get comfortable sometime? You are all tight. You need to relax,” I say watching at his flickering eyes. “Just close your eyes and I will make it better for you.” I reach for the button on his pants, and he pushes my hands off, and then undeterred, I cup his penis, and I feel the throb of need and want stretch through the fabric of his pants.

When I touch it he doesn’t push my hands away, but with a small whimper and closing of his eyes, he has for a moment lust for me.

Then as quick as he shuts his eyes, he opens them and grabs my hands and pull me to him and say, “We have to go.” His voice thick and uncertain, uncompromising, but surprisingly gentle.

Looking up at him I say, “Why do we have to go anywhere. I’m supposed to be safe with you.”

“But am I safe with you?” he questions with a smirk moving away from me. Being in his arms for that moment, I felt like a woman again. My blood was pumping and my heart was skipping a beat, and I wanted to feel like that again. Moving closer to him, he reaches for my hands as they were aiming for his cock.

“You’re hurting me,” I say to him.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He relaxes his grip but he still holds my hands, and I tiptoe up to him and slide my tongue across his lips. He release my hands, and I lock them around his neck. “What are you doing and what do you want from me?” he asks as he stares into my eyes with his wavering eyes wander from my lips to my breasts. Then his tension leave him and he relaxes and his voice take a seductive tone. “What do you want with me?”

I raise my head and he leans down, his mouth taking in mine, and his arms drawing me into his hard tight body. His tongue snaking through my mouth, and his moans are loud as mine or even louder. I pull my mouth from his, and whisper in his ear.

“I want you to fuck me. That’s what I want with you. I want you to fuck me.” And I begin to kiss him again and I feel his dick full against my mound. I press into his cock and move to the side, back and forward, grinding on it. When I hear him inhale and then exhale, I push back from him.

I kick off my shoes and unzip my jeans letting them fall to the hard wood floor, as he watch me closely with his dark hooded eyes. His eyes appraising me and looking uncertain. But he’s a young man and I’m a young woman in heat, and I intend to find out if he can resist me because I can’t resist him. I walk close to him, take off his suit jacket, without resistance from him, and throw it to the side. He stands with his white shirt and tie with wide shoulders and his chest heaving up and down, and he’s wondering about this crazy black woman standing in front of him.

Then I unbutton my shirt and let it drop. When I drop my bra and stand in front of him with my red thong, one I had bought for my wedding night, his mouth opens wide. I turn and let him get a look at my high ass and hips, and he begins undressing. I go to the bed and lay face down on it and then when I think he’s naked, I lay on my back with my hands behind my head looking up at him with a full wide come-get-me smile.

My perky brown breasts with my dark nipples are standing straight up. They are cold and my nipples are straining, dark and full, and Anthony looks down at them and says, “This will only happen once. Only today.” He stands in front of me with his wide shoulders, and a chest with a well-defined six pack. My eyes lowers and I see fine dark straight hair covering his chest down to his cock, and on his arms and legs more dark hair.

“Shit, you are hairy,” I say. He looks at me as if he has heard that a thousand times and it doesn’t affect him.

He steps into the bed and takes me in his arms, “Does the hair bother you?”

“Not on your life. I’m getting hot by the minute just feeling it,” I say passing my open palm down his chest and then I hop across him, and straddle him as I kiss him and drop my nipples in his mouth. He sucks them hard. I look at his face sucking one nipple. His eyes are closed and I pull the nipple out and transfer one nipple after another into his mouth. His eyes stay closed. I can feel his penis on my back side. It will be the first time I will have had sex with a man.

I’m anxious and wet and needy and I can feel the explosion inside of me.

When Anthony sucks my nipples I felt the moisture pooling inside, down to my opening, and I’m ready for him. I want him to enter me bad, and I can’t wait. Squatting across his chest with both of his hands holding on to my breasts, I asked him, “Are you afraid of me?”

“I’m afraid that I might want you. This can only be for today. Do you hear me? Only today. Say it.” he chastises me, as his body moves up and down. He’s sucking my dark nipples while I hold on to the headboard leaning forward, and his head and mouth leaning upward, as he anchors my breasts in his hands.

The sounds and moans coming from him are pure animalistic as he thrust his body dry humping me. I reach behind me with my hand to feel the crown of his dick and I touch the warmth of his juice ooze on my fingers.

I lean back pulling my breast and nipple from his mouth. “You’re not going to get away with not fucking me. I need to be fucked. If you don’t do it, then I will get someone who’s willing. I’m not going to spend my young life being watched over and not allowed to have a sexual experience or sexual life. For God’s sake I’ve been married almost a year and my husband hasn’t taken me to bed. Not even touched me.”

Anthony glares at me as if I’m speaking in a different language. “Well you want to be fucked then that’s what you are going to get,” he says his voice silky but intense. He flips me on my back and that wildly handsome man with the dark hair and blazing green eyes places his hard cock on my opening and tries to put it in.

He stares at me, “Why are you so tight. I’ve never seen anything like this.”

“You mean you’ve never had a virgin?”

“What the fuck? A fucking down to earth virgin?” I shake my head yes. “I don’t want to hurt you. I thought you were fucking with me when you said that you had never had sex before.”

“There are some women out there who are virgins but very few who are married,” I said to him.

“I can’t do this,” he says leaning over me.

“Yes you can.”

“What about Mr. Seaborne.”

“What about him?” I say looking up and raking my hands through the dark hair on his chest, stopping only to caress his hard penis. “Considering how I’ve been treated by him, and he acts as if he doesn’t care about me, I don’t give a damn, and you shouldn’t either. Now tell me, is it going to be you, or someone I meet on a dating site, or in a club, because it’s going to happen, and soon?”

Anthony looks at me and quietly places his hands between my legs. He is gentle now but I don’t want gentle I want pure unadulterated lust and sex. He kisses my breasts and nipples as he places two fingers into my opening. I’m warm, I’m hot, and I’m ready for his dick to be inside me.

“It can only be this one day. This one time,” he says as his fingers are sliding in and out of my sex. He feels my wetness because I’m soaked and his fingers are dripping wet with my juices.

I take the tip of his dick and place it on my heated opening. As he inches it in I move and moan for the feel of it passing through me filling me a little at a time. My fingers clench his shoulders and dig my nails into his back because it’s hurting and he’s too hard. “Do you want it a little soft?” he asks with a soft patient whisper, his mouth near my ear, and I can feel the warmth of his breath. It sends shivers as I remember his burning kisses and the sucking of my nipples.

“The harder the better. I want to feel your raw power because I want to be fucked and not made love to. Making love is for the future. Fucking is for today,” I say to him and his body relaxes at my words.

I know now he has few reservations about us, and about what we are doing, and his body reacts. He places his mouth over mine as his tongue takes command of my mouth winding through down my throat. At the same time his dick pushes through filling all of my insides.

I hold him tight around the neck. I don’t want this feeling of sexual completeness to leave. I want him closer and closer as he hammers into me over and over with the flush of sexual desire overcoming me.

“Lilly this is so good,” he says moving down in me and as my back arches and my mound pushes up to meet his penis taking it all in.

“Fuck me Anthony. Make me know that you’ve been here.” His movements become intense, hard as he drives into me, in and out, up and down, and my body trembles with his dick prying me wide open to fit him.

My legs quiver and quake under him as I begin my sexual release. “Oh Anthony, I’m having an orgasm.”

“Yes, yes. I can feel you,” he says his breath ragged. “Your opening is so small and it’s tightening on me. It feels so good.” I felt him hard and deep inside me and I suck his neck each time he goes deeper, as his hips dig into me, and my mound plows into him.

I look into his eyes and they are dark, “Oh God Lilly. What have you done to me? I’m coming and it’s too good.”