"This?" She looks at me in confusion.
"I didn't want a conventional relationship. I didn't want a conventional woman. Everything about my life has been extraordinary. And you are extraordinary, too." I pet over her fingers, and she blushes, pushing a loose strand of hair back behind her ear.
"There's nothing extraordinary about me." Sadness creeps into her tone. "I'm..."
"Amazing." I finish the sentence before she's able to replace the word with a less deserving adjective. It's quite clear that she doesn't see herself as I do. "There were...dozens of girls on that website that I looked through before I found you."
"Really?" She glances up at me shyly.
"Really."
"And what made you pick me?"
I smile softly, thinking back to the first time I saw her picture. "I picked you because you seemed real. There was a rare vulnerability about you that I found...desirable." My cock swells to life as images of her pictures made flesh flash through my mind. All the things we did together on our bed last night. The uptick of her breathing when she was in the throes of pleasure. The way her tight little cunt squeezed around me when I entered her. She's heaven on Earth for me; I just have to make her see it. Make her see that I could never allow another man to take her from me.
"Am I all that you hoped I would be?" she asks meekly. "I mean, I know you said it yesterday. But now, I feel like all I do is cause you stress and problems. I wasn't a very smart purchase."
I cup her chin, forcing her to look at me. "You were the best purchase I've ever made."
She melts in my grasp, and as she leans forward to kiss my lips, I realize that we're the same. Both filled with insecurities, but both wanting the same thing. Just to be loved.
ALTHEA
Jealousy. That's what made Gavin rush in like a madman. At first, I just thought he was being some possessive stalker, but he's made it apparent in his own strange way that he does care about me. That I'm more to him than just some business transaction.
I have a hard time keeping a satisfied grin from my face when I think of it that way. We could have something real.
With his sweet words about me being the best purchase he's ever made, my arousal is at its full height. I want to make him happy. I want to be everything he has ever dreamt of. I have to prove to him that I'm as extraordinary as he thinks I am.
"Well, if we're both extraordinary people, then we should do extraordinary things together," I purr against the stubble on his cheek, slowly grinding down on him.
His pupils dilate when I pull back and look at him, crawling off of his lap and sliding a hand down the front of my body. He opens his mouth as if to speak, but no words come out. The suspicious expression he's giving me hurts a little, but I know just how to earn his trust.
My fingertips graze the front of my shorts before touching the heat between my legs. The fabric presses to my folds. These shorts are so damn tight, I'm sure he can see them. What he can't see is my clit swelling with desire for him, but he'll discover that soon enough.
I do a little strip tease for him, shimmying out of my shorts and exposing the blue cotton panties beneath. I then pull up my shirt so he can see the flat of my stomach. My other hand returns to teasing over my folds. With less thick material in the way, my body is beginning to feel sensitive. Just thinking about having him inside of me again has my pussy watering. I'm still a bit sore and not sure if I'm ready to take him into me again yet, but I want this too badly to wait.
His eyes follow my hand as I slide it down the front of my underwear, barely grazing my pussy lips before pulling it back out and using both hands to round the globes of my ass. My movements come naturally knowing that he's watching me. It's as if wanting to please him has set me on erotic autopilot. I just hope that I look as sexy as he makes me feel.
I turn to the side, giving him a better view of my ass. My nipples are beading inside my bra. A quick glance down shows them on display beneath the material. A readjustment of my gaze shows me that I'm not the only one with swelling body parts.
I kneel between Gavin's splayed legs, looking into his eyes and licking my lips as my hand finds his erection. It bulges crudely beneath his slacks and seems to grow thicker from my touch.
Going straight for it would be exactly what he expects, though. And I want to tease. I want to get him so riled up that his balls ache for me. So instead of immediately pulling his dick out to pleasure him, I move up to unbutton his shirt, starting from the bottom. He watches me work. Realizing that this is all about him, he relaxes against the sofa, allowing me to do my thing.
I kiss every inch of exposed flesh, watching his abs flex from the feathery touch of my lips. He has a nice tight six-pack that extends down into the front of his pants. I admired it when he was naked last night, but the lighting wasn't as good as it is now. He must spend a lot of time working out to keep so fit.
His tie is in my way, but I don't want to take it off. I bite it with my teeth and try to playfully fling it out of the way, but it just falls back down and smacks me in the face. Gavin chuckles, which makes me blush in embarrassment. But he quickly comes to my aid, grabbing it and tossing it back over his shoulder.
"That didn't work out how I had planned," I grumble while I fidget with another button.
"Sometimes things don't, but that's not always a bad thing."
I sense a hidden meaning behind his words, but I don't bother taking the time to process it, keeping my focus on the task at hand.
Once I finish unbuttoning his shirt, I lick all the way up his stomach and chest, using the defined line in his abdomen as my guide. When I reach the top of his chest, I place my hands on his thighs to help give me height as I crane my neck to kiss his lips. He caresses my face, holding me in place for the kiss, his eyes growing hooded with lust.
Once our lips part, his hands begin to wander freely. He leans forward to grope my ass, giving it a gentle squeeze before reaching for the bottom of my shirt. I know it's in the way. It hangs over my butt, covering it. I expect him to pull it all the way off, but instead, he just rolls the bottom until it's resting on the curve of my ass. Then his hands go back to groping.
I lean in to start kissing his chest again, pushing my hips back so that he can't reach me anymore, taking control. I kiss my way down his stomach while I unfasten his belt and pull it off. Then I clip his fly between my teeth, unbuttoning it with a quick tug. By some miracle, it gives way immediately, and I hear the faint sound of his zipper sliding down a click or two as if his cock is helping to free itself from within.
I'm not ready for that yet, though. I dip down lower, mouthing his hardened length over the thick material.
Gavin lets out a soft hiss and brushes my hair away from my face so he can watch me. "You're being very bad."
"Am I?" I muse, kissing and mouthing him over the material for a few more moments before I pull his zipper down and reach into his boxers to draw him out. His flesh is fully engorged and hot to the touch. I lick my lips as I gaze down at the impressively sized member that was inside me last night. "And what do you do to girls who are very bad?" I challenge him.
He cups my chin, drawing my gaze back up to him. His eyes are searing. "I widen their pretty little cunts."
"Oh, my." Heat rushes up my neck from his crude words. "And do you plan to do that...with this?" I wrap my hand around his throbbing shaft, squeezing it hard. He sucks in a breath, his veins pulsing against my palm. His eyelashes flutter for a moment before his gaze settles on me again.
"You're playing a dangerous game, little girl," he warns.
"Well, it's still my turn." I give him a mischievous grin before licking him from root to tip.
His jaw goes slack as he watches me. I alternate between stroking him and holding him in place while my tongue explores his masculine appendage, licking him a few more times before I take him into my mouth and suck on the tip. He tastes like salt and man. Different but not unpleasant. Beads of pre-seed leak out from his slit, coating my throat like a sticky web. When I swallow them down with him still in my mouth, he shudders.
I lick him like a drippy ice cream cone, watching his expression and the way he reacts, memorizing what seems to drive him crazy. When my jaw begins to grow tired, I sit up and pull off my shirt, tossing it to the side before tugging down the cups of my bra so that my small tits spill over. I grope and squeeze my breasts, my body writhing rhythmically as if he were beneath me.