The Prettiest Woman (8 page)

“It’s okay; I don’t do anything I don’t want to do. I didn’t want to take you home just yet; I was trying to do the responsible thing.”  

We made our way out of the bar and hopped into his car. We pulled up to the Trump building.

“You do not live here.” I said in disbelief.

“I do.” he grinned.

“How many small fish has your company swallowed? Oh my god, it’s super expensive here.”

“The question is how many small fish have I turned to medium fish and then sold to a big fish.”

I felt like I was in an urban fairytale. I could see why Jessica was addicted to this lifestyle. I’d experienced more in one evening than I had in the span of a few years.

We walked inside of the huge building and took the elevator up to the 69
^th
 floor. I snickered.

“I already know what you’re thinking.” he grinned, “And yes, I chose this floor on purpose. I thought that it was pretty funny.”

“My favorite number.”

“See, I told you that you’re dangerous.”

“I can be.” I said in a sultry voice that I’d never heard come from me before. I was acting like a sex-crazed nympho but my body needed a release and he was setting me off. All I could think about was having his body inside of me. We walked down the hall to his condo and he opened the door. It was beautiful. We had a view of the Chicago River and Lake Michigan. I passed by all of his manly high-end furniture and stood at the window.

“There goes that look again.” he said as he pulled my hair free from my pony tail. My hair fell over my shoulders and I was grateful because it had a mind of its own. Some days it behaved and some days it acted like a heathen.

“This view is breathtaking.” I said.

“It sure is.” he smiled. I looked at him and realized that he was looking at me as he said it. I smiled at him, “I like it when you look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“It’s probably the same look I give when I’m looking out of the window. As if you’re seeing something new and wondrous.”

“That’s how it feels to be quite honest. You’re gorgeous and you have the personality to match. You’re a diamond Roxie.”

“Thank you. So are you.” I turned and looked at the rest of his condo, “Can I have a tour?”

“Sure. Don’t judge me too harshly because I haven’t had time to do much with this place since my divorce. This was my big fuck you to her. I wanted a bachelor’s pad and I figured this was the ultimate pad.”

“So you have women running in and out of the condo?”

“That’s what’s so ironic about it. I haven’t had the time and I haven’t really wanted to. I went a little wild after my divorce but it got old really fast.”

He walked me through his condo. I loved the high ceilings and open floor plan. Soon we were back in his front room and sitting on his sofa. I curled up under him as we silently watched the city. Everything felt so natural with him. He kissed my temple and stroked my arm with his thumb. ‘I could get used to this,’ I thought to myself.

He picked up one of his many remotes from his coffee table and cut on some soft music. I was pleasantly surprised to hear neo-soul coming through his speakers.

“Now what do you do know about Anthony Hamilton?” I asked

“Good music is universal baby.”

“You have a point.”

He laughed and his hand naturally dropped towards my breast. I leaned my head back against his chest and his thumb casually circled my nipple. I quickly inhaled and my body towards his hand, I wanted more.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” he whispered into my ear, “You’ve had me on edge all night. You make it so hard to be a gentleman.”

“Being a gentleman means, being polite and giving me what I want.” I teased.

“What do you want?”

“You.” I admitted.

“Are you sure?” He gave my nipple a gentle squeeze, causing me to gasp.

“Very.” I quickly turned around and straddled him on the couch. I kissed him the way that I wanted to kiss him all night. I threw caution to the wind and attacked him like I was in heat! It had been so long since I’d had sex. I still wasn’t sure if I’d really ever had good sex. Most of my orgasms came from my Hitachi that was in my drawer.

He didn’t need any more convincing, his armed wrapped around my waist tightly as he ravished my mouth. His tongue intertwined with mine as his hands found my bare flesh. He set every part of my body that he touched on fire. I’d never known passion like that before. I’d heard about it and read about it but it was foreign to me. I was completely in the moment and nothing and no one else mattered. It was the kind of experience that I didn’t think was possible. But there I was, on the couch, with a man that I’d just met, and loving every minute of it.

He grabbed my top and helped lift it over my head. I was a little disappointed that I was wearing one of my boring bras. It’s only redeeming quality was that it was a push up, and it was clean. He didn’t seem to share my disappointment because he buried his face between them, and then unhooked my bra. My breast sprang free, and I have a content sigh.

His mouth captured my nipple and he suckled with a sweet pressure. It felt like his mouth was all over me. My hips rocked against the bulge in his pants causing him to groan in ecstasy. He teased my nipple with his teeth and brought me to the brink of pain before he soothed it again with his wonderful tongue.

I called out to my higher power, it felt blasphemous but the words escaped my lips, anyway. His fingers dug into my back as he went from one breast to the other. I leaned back and rested my hands on his thighs, to give him full access. Feeling his dick twitch against my center was becoming too much. I wanted more of him. I loved what he was doing but I needed more.

I sat up and put an abrupt end to what he was doing.

“Are you okay? Do you want to stop?” He asked breathlessly.

“I don’t want to stop, I want more.”

He laughed, “Impatient?”

“Very.”

“Too bad because there’s something that I want to do to you first.”

His intense look paired with the licking of his lips, let me know exactly what was on his mind. I gave him a wicked grin, because I could only imagine how his mouth would feel down there.

“Stand up, babe.” he said.

We both stood to our feet and completely undressed. I stared at him in amazement. His body was my idea of perfection. He wasn’t extremely muscular but he was toned and beautiful. His abs had light definition and his chest and back were what dreams were made of. Then, he took off his pants and underwear; I stared unabashedly. My eyes sent signals to my pussy because it went into overdrive.

He seemed to be about eight inches and he was the perfect thickness. I wasn’t afraid; I knew that he was going to feel amazing inside of me. There was no part of me that he wouldn’t reach.

“Enjoying the view?”

“Probably too much.” I replied.

“There’s no such thing and I know the feeling. You’re gorgeous.” He grabbed my hand and led me back to the couch. I sat down and he got onto his knees, his hands parted my legs. He placed kisses along my inner thighs and slowly worked his way towards my center. My body was practically vibrating. “Someone is ready.” he teased before he took one long languorous lick at my pleasure center. His tongue went from my lips and to my clit. I practically melted, my breathing was choppy and my pussy was singing.

He licked me like it was his favorite ice cream flavor for an amount of time that I couldn’t grasp. Time ceased to matter; I sank deeper into the couch, my hips moved against his face. He grabbed my thighs and sucked my clit. The sounds of his slurps and his warm mouth mixed with the cool air of the room overloaded my senses.

I couldn’t believe it, he was about to make me cum. I’d never cum with a man the first time we had sex. I was over-thinking and I almost lost it but he brought me back to reality. He brought one hand up to my neck and squeezed lightly.

“Stop thinking and give me what I want. I want to taste your cum all over my tongue.” he demanded. He lightly blew on my exposed and erect clit before he lapped wildly, sending me over the edge. My orgasm came and it trumped every orgasm that I’d given myself in the last year. My shrieks and moans reverberated through his condo. He didn’t miss a beat, he kept licking, getting exactly what he wanted.

“Oh my god, please stop.” I said pushing his head away, “I’m too sensitive, I can’t take anymore.”

“You can’t take any more of my mouth or are you done for the evening.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. I’ve been thinking about your dick since I felt it on the dance floor. I’m not going to be happy until I get it.”

“Well, I don’t have any complaints about that.” he said standing to his feet. He was still rock hard. “I’ll be right back.”

He headed towards his room and returned in less than a minute with the golden foil packet. I was grateful that he’d thought of it because I wasn’t thinking clearly. He had it on in less than thirty seconds. I leaned back onto the couch and stared at the ceiling, soon he joined me and I was looking directly into his eyes.

He was such a beautiful surprise. There was a look in his eyes that I couldn’t identify. It was an intimate moment and I didn’t want to read too much into it. I kissed him and tasted my sex on his tongue. He began to enter me, slowly working his way inside of me in short shallow strokes until I completely housed him. He stretched me and it hurt a bit but I didn’t mind.

“You okay?” He asked.

“I’m so much better than okay.”

“I’m just making sure.”

“Stop worrying about me and fuck me.”

“You asked for it, remember that.”

He pulled out of me all the way to the tip and pushed deep inside of my walls in one stroke. Every nerve ending on my body felt it; I was close to cumming again already. His dick was hitting that g-spot that I kept hearing so much about.

“Fuck.” I exclaimed.

“You like that?”

“I love it.” I said as my left leg trembled.

He lifted my legs to his shoulders and sat up on his knees while still inside of me. He fucked me slowly and passionately as he kissed the inside of my thigh. He entered me with force, making me feel all of his and sending tiny earthquakes through my body. My head thrashed from side to side. He was controlling my body in a way that I’d never experienced before.

“Give me another.” he said before he delivered five quick strokes. It happened and it shocked me. My pussy clamped and convulsed around his steel rod wrapped in flesh. I was sure that my juices coated him, seeing as though I’d just released a tidal wave. He lost all control after that. He grabbed my other leg and placed it on his forearm and fucked me like a wild animal. He stopped worrying about me and pushed into my body without reservation.

It felt amazing, and I couldn’t believe that I was ready to explode again, my pussy tingled and it needed to release. I was right on time because his strokes became shorter, a vein bulged on the side of his forehead and he bit his bottom lip. Even his fuck faces were sexy to me. Feeling his cock release inside of me was an incredible feeling, I was almost disappointed that he was wearing a condom. I don’t know where my head was; it had to be the liquor and my emotions. I was the queen of safe sex.

After, we cuddled on his couch and he rested his head on my chest. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so relaxed and comfortable. I found myself wishing that I’d met him earlier; we clicked so well. It then hit me like a ton of bricks. I wasn’t on a usual date. There wasn’t anything normal about my situation and we were supposed to be having an arrangement. He could sense the tension in my body.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“I guess I’m just wondering what happens from here. Will we be meeting up again?”

“I would be happy to see you again, if that’s what you want.”

“I would like that.”

“Great, because I’ve really enjoyed your company this evening.”

I was still a little on edge but our brief conversation helped a bit. At least I knew that he was still interested.

“Will you stay until early morning?” He asked.

“It’s already early morning.”

“I mean until the sun comes up.”

“I would love to, I need the rest anyway. However, I do have to get back early. I have to be at work at nine.”

“I understand. I have some things that I need to do as well.”

I texted Jessica to let her know that I would be back in the morning, then I followed him to his master bedroom. We laid in his king size bed but it seemed pointless because we were intertwined.

*

Early that morning, he was walking me to my door. I was a little embarrassed for him to come to my apartment again, especially after I saw where he lived. But by normal standards, my place was okay.

We walked hand in hand up my stairs and kissed for a bit. I didn’t want to be away from him and he seemed to feel the same. We were stalling.

“This has been such an amazing night.” he admitted. He stared at me for a moment and tucked my hair behind my ear.