Touch Me Once (4 page)

CHAPTER 4

I called my mother and told her that I was going out and wouldn’t be able to have dinner with her and my father.
She told me to be careful and not to drive if I had too much to drink. Thankfully, she didn’t ask for details about my plans, but there was something in her voice that made me think that she knew what was going on. But that was impossible, wasn’t it?

Bowen’s Island is the definition of casual, so I wore a simple, light yellow summer dress and matching flats.
I also brought a thin, darker yellow sweater in case I got cold. I did, however, have on much nicer undergarments to show Alex this time. And in a wild burst of optimism, I put a few things in a small bag in case I stayed the night. A girl can dream, can’t she?

I was absolutely giddy when I pulled into Alex’s driveway.
I couldn’t believe that I was here just last night. There was a nervous flutter in my stomach (and a little further south) as I rang his doorbell. He opened the door before the chime had a chance to fade.

“I was hoping I wouldn’t have to stand at the door too long,” he told me as he gave a sweep of his arm and ushered me in.

“Are we a tad eager tonight, Mr. Westfield?”

He closed the door and wrapped me in his arms.
“You have no idea,” he said, as we held each other.

We hugged for a long and comfortable time, just feeling the delight of being this close again.
Then, while still hugging, our heads leaned back and our eyes met. We both had big, stupid grins on our faces. I don’t know which one of us started it, but our mouths met in a passionate kiss that I could feel all the way into my toes.

I could feel my breasts pressed against the muscles of his chest as my nipples hardened in my bra.
Our breath was coming in short, sharp bursts. It felt like we were one body. The hugging turned into squeezing, and my hands moved to his tight ass. I could feel his erection against my stomach as his hands slid down my back and cupped my cheeks.

Our lips parted
, and I rested my cheek on his chest. I exhaled slowly and said, “You sure know how to make a lady feel welcome.”

“I’ve been thinking about kissing you ever since I had to leave last night.
And it wasn’t easy washing all of those dishes while I had a raging boner.”

I laughed and told him, “I’m sure that was quite a sight.
I hope you didn’t break any plates with it. I can’t believe that it was only yesterday when we met. It feels like a week since I saw you.”

He sighed, “I know, me too.
Are we going too fast for you? I love the way we feel together, and I don’t want you to think I’m in this for a quick screw.”

“For some reason that I don’t understand, I feel the same way.
I really hope it’s not a quick screw, though. I like to take my time,” I almost purred.

“I guess there’s only one way I can prove that to you.
Are you tired of standing up? I know I am. Maybe we should talk about this in a more comfortable position.”

I faked like I was unsteady on my feet, “You know, I’m not sure what it is, but my legs do feel a little wobbly.
What kind of position do you have in mind?”

“How about lady’s
choice? I don’t want to have to make all of the decisions,” he said, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

“There are so many options, let’s just see what comes up.
Other than this, I mean,” I said as I ran my hand over the bulge in the front of his pants.

Alex caressed the outside of my arm with his hand
, then gently moved it to my breast. He circled my stiff nipple through the thin fabric of my dress, and I let out a small moan. “Come with me,” Alex told me and took me by the hand, leading me to his bedroom.

“That’s what I’m hoping,” I said
laughing. We didn’t run, but it was far from a leisurely stroll. We stood next to the bed, and our lips met in a kiss that had just as much passion as our “hello” kiss, but with less frenzy. We were taking our time, savoring what was about to happen.

Alex moved his mouth to my neck and licked from one side to the other.
He whispered, “You’re amazing; I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a woman so badly.”

H
e was wearing a loose T-shirt, and I grabbed the hem to pull it over his head and reveal the chest I so fondly remembered from last night. I ran my hands over his pecs and brushed his nipples with my fingertips. Alex began undoing the buttons on the front of my dress. When he had enough of them undone, he ran a finger under each of the small sleeves and my dress dropped to the floor.

I stepped out of it and kicked my shoes off. I reached for the button of his jeans and opened it.
I pulled down the zipper, and his pants fell down to his ankles. He kicked them aside and pulled his bare feet out of his shoes. The black boxer briefs he was wearing barely contained his massive hard-on. I rubbed it with my open palm while he undid the clasp on the front of my bra. I shrugged my arms out of it, and it flowed down my back to the floor.

“My God,” he said in a husky, almost reverent way.
“These are the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen.”

I practically panted, “They’re all yours.
Why don’t you take a closer look?”

He held the swells in his hands
, then leaned his head down and lightly ran his tongue over one pebble-hard nipple. I placed my hand behind his head and pulled him forward as he took the tiny bud into his mouth. I threw my head back and whimpered as the pleasure shot through my body and settled in my clit. I could feel the liquid heat spread across my pussy and couldn’t wait to have him deep inside me.

Alex moved his hands from my chest down to the edge of my undies and they dropped to the floor.
I grabbed his boxer briefs and lowered them. His hard cock sprung out and pointed straight up. We fell onto the bed, and I climbed on top of him. I straddled him and rubbed my soaking clit up and down his hard shaft. We both released a sound that was pure ecstasy.

Our kis
sing was approaching that frenzied stage again. I continued grinding against him and leaned up so he could put his lips to my nipples. He licked one while pinching the other, and kept going back and forth between them. That sensation joined the tingling that rubbing my clit over his cock gave me, and I thought that I was going to lose my mind. I could feel an intense orgasm building.

“Will you p
lease let me make love with you?” he said, almost begging.

His need and our mutual desire had me on fire.
I said the only thing I could stammer out: “Oh, hell yes!”

He opened the drawer of his be
dside table, pulled out a box of condoms, and said, “I bought a new box. The other one was two years old, and I didn’t want to take any chances.”

I rolled off of him and lay back on the pillows against the headboard.
I could feel our heat like it was a cloud around us. I spread my legs, opening myself to him. He rested on his knees between my thighs and tore the top off of the foil package.

“
Please allow me,” I told him as I took the condom from his hand and pulled it out of the foil. I placed it over the swollen head and slowly rolled it down, to his obvious delight.

Alex leaned forward and rested his full weight on his hands, which he placed on either side of me. “Put me inside you.”

I raised my hips a little and placed the tip of his cock against my slippery opening. I released him, and he slid into me very slowly. We erupted in a symphony of moans, and I dug my fingers into his back. He pushed further into me, and I could feel the tip of his dick brush my G-spot.

“You’re so fucking hot.
I don’t know how long I can last.”

“Don’t hold back
; let yourself go,” I said between gasps.

“I’m not coming without you.”

Then he did something no man has ever done while we were having sex. He took his hand and reached between us. He was thrusting into me, and every deep thrust was better than the last. Then, with the thumb of his hand he quickly began rubbing my clit back and forth. I cried out—I just couldn’t help it.

I looked up into Alex’s face
, and we shared a gaze of pure joy. “You’re going to make me come,” I practically shouted.

He increased the speed of his thumb on my clit and started plunging into me faster and faster. I could see the ripple of his bicep while his hand shimmied between us.
We locked eyes and both knew that each of us was close to climaxing. With one deep, final stroke, we both came with a thunderous cry.

Alex released the weight from his arms and lowered himself until his head was resting next to mine.
I hugged his back tightly while we both panted like thirsty animals.

“Wo
w,” Alex whispered into my ear.

“Whew,” was all I could reply.

Alex raised himself up, and with a look of serious reluctance, gently pulled himself out of me and rolled over so we were shoulder to shoulder. He took the condom off and threw it in the wastebasket next to the bed. He placed his hand on my thigh, and I placed my hand on top of his. Our fingers twined, and we turned our heads to face each other. We smiled and started laughing. The laughter was almost as good a release as our orgasms had been. Almost.

When our laughter died down, I said, “This is probably the best start of a date I’ve ever had.
It’s also a helluva way to work up an appetite.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” he replied.
“Would you like to take a quick shower? The car should be here in about thirty minutes.”

“I think I better,” I told him.
“If I don’t, I may never cool down.”

“There are clean towels on the shelf.
I’ll go make us a couple of drinks,” he said leaning down to give me a sweet, light kiss. He got out of bed, and I watched the muscles of his taut ass bounce out of the room.

I showered quickly, careful not to get my hair wet.
I dressed and fixed my makeup and walked to the kitchen to find a still naked Alex putting the finishing touches on a couple of vodka tonics.

“That was fast.
I thought women took forever in the bathroom,” he said and handed me my drink.

“Not this one,” I told him.
“Life’s too short to waste it by looking at myself in the mirror.”

“I couldn’t agree more.
But I can’t say it’s a waste to spend as much time as I possibly can looking at you.” He kissed the top of my head as he walked past and told me he would just be a minute. I sat down at the butcher’s block and looked around the kitchen. All of the hardly-used, expensive gadgets and cookware now made a little more sense after my Google search. It was time for some talking. I hope it didn’t turn into a big deal.

I was about halfway through my drink when Alex came back into the kitchen.
He was wearing khakis and a black Polo shirt that clung to his body nicely. On his feet was a pair of expensive light brown loafers. He took a seat across from me and had a large swallow of his drink.

“So, now that we have that out of the way
, why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself?” Alex said, smiling and taking another sip of his drink.

“I’m a Gemini,” I told him with a straight face.
“I like walking in the rain, kittens and homegrown tomatoes.”

His eyes smiled at me when he said
, “You had me at kittens.”

Alex took my hand in his
, and I looked deep into his gorgeous blue eyes and asked him point-blank, “Are you rich? I don’t mean just kinda rich. I’m talking ‘I just bought an island.’”

He glanced down at his drink and said, “What if I told you I was?”

“That’s why I asked you, so you would tell me,” I said, like I was talking to a child.

“It’s not like it’s any great secret, so, yes, I’m pretty rich,” he told me with what seemed like remorse.
“I wasn’t keeping anything from you. I knew it was going to come up, and I was looking forward to telling you. I don’t know if you noticed, but there hasn’t been much of an opportunity for full financial disclosure. I didn’t think that shouting out, ‘I have an outstanding portfolio’ in the middle of making love would be very romantic.”

He had a point.
We’d been so busy with the physical stuff that there hadn’t been time for any deep personal exchange of information. No time like the present. “You’re right, Alex,” I said, placing my hand on top of his. “For the record though, after what we just did, I can say that you do have an outstanding portfolio.”

He laughed, “So you enjoyed going over my holdings?”

“You give great dividends, that’s for sure,” I said, leaning forward to kiss him.

He looked out of the window as a car pulled up.
“There’s our ride. If you’re still interested in going, I mean. We can talk more in the car. Then some more at dinner Hell, we can talk all night if you want to.”

“Of course I still want to go.
I don’t want to give you the impression that I think less of you just because you’re rich. I’m no snob.”