Ezgi
He went quite still and his breath caught when I touched my lips to his. A tiny tremor of electricity moved over my body at the contact. I licked his lower lip, his mouth opened on a small gasp and the kiss exploded. His hands cupped my face as he deepened the kiss, licking into my mouth with increasing passion. My hands caressed his perfect jawline, skimmed down his neck, to his massive shoulders. I sucked his tongue into my mouth and he made a deliciously masculine sound that set my blood on fire. His hands slipped into my hair and adjusted the angle of my head and he sealed his mouth harder over mine. I returned his ardor, tried to climb into his lap but he suddenly tore himself away, and jumped off the table.
"Whoa, whoa Pix! What that hell was that?"
I brought my fingers to my tingling lips. I now had a fairly good idea why the ungrateful twit at the park was doing such a good impression of a koala.
"What?" I asked, perplexed at the alarmed look on his face.
He pointed an accusing finger at me. "You led me to believe you're one step away from joining a convent but then you go and kiss me like a porn star? Not cool, Pix."
I smiled widely, quite pleased with this turn of events. "Oh, I see. You're mad because the student has turned into the teacher." I said feeling superior.
He made a scoffing sound but his eyes remained glued to my mouth.
I got off the bench and walked towards him. He took several steps back.
"Maybe this isn't such a good idea," he said looking perturbed. I stopped.
"Are you turning me down?"
"I just think that maybe rebound sex isn't the best idea given your fragile mental state," he said.
I whacked his arm. "My mental state isn't fragile, you giant bonehead! If you don't want to have sex with me just say so."
"I think it's better if I take you back to the institution you escaped from," he said in all seriousness and I hit his massive arm again but my heart broke a little. Rejected by two different men in a short span of time screwed with a girl's confidence.
"Don't bother. I'm leaving."
I grabbed my purse, my fish, and snatched his bottle of wine. I flounced off.
"Where are you going?" He said, sounding baffled.
"To find someone who will do what you're not man enough to do," I yelled.
Thinking better of it, I stopped mid-stride and whirled on him, taking him by surprise.
"Do you know what I think? I think you can't deliver. Maybe you too are a two-pump chump." I poked him in the chest as I said it, smiled triumphantly at his dumbfounded expression, and stomped away.
"Oh hell no! Wait a damn minute!" The ground almost vibrated as he stomped after me.
"What? Did you change your mind? Well, too late. I don't want or need your pity fuck. I will find someone who doesn't think I'm hideous." I sniffled, ruining my glorious rage. Ugh, I forgot my tendency to get dramatic after drinking too much wine.
"I don't think you're hideous," he protested.
I ignored him and continued to walk down the road, my feet were hurting and the fishbowl was heavy. I took a swig of wine and entertained visions of maybe thumping him with it. How dare he get me all worked up with his big talk about orgasms?
He followed me in the car.
"Do you even know where you're going?" He asked me as he drove up next to me.
I maintained my outraged silence.
"Get in, Pix."
I tossed my hair, ignored him, and kept walking.
"Come on. You're going to kill Goldie sloshing water out of the fishbowl like that. Get in."
"Ok," I relented after a few minutes because my feet were killing me. "But only for Fishy's sake."
I got in the car and he leaned in to help me with my seatbelt at the same time I was pulling on it. I looked up and his face was poised above mine. "I don't think you're hideous," he whispered. "Crazy, yes. But not hideous."
"Ufff. Is that your idea of a compliment? I believe I shall swoon dead away."
His hand curled around my neck and he pulled me in for a deep, hard kiss.
"Damn, Pixie," he said and stared at me for a few charged moments. He pulled away with a shake of his head to start the car.
"I changed my mind. I think rebound sex is a great idea," he said.
I narrowed my eyes. "I don't need..."
"You do. You need me, I realize that now. I wasn't thinking clearly back there, you scrambled my brain a little with the porn star kissing. So now I'm curious." He shrugged lightly.
"Curious? Now I'm a curiosity?"
"You've been a curiosity since you started screeching like a lunatic from a park bench while holding a fishbowl." He grinned and I blinked to clear my vision. He was unreasonably good looking and it was a little overwhelming at times.
"I'm curious too," I finally said after gathering my wits.
"About?"
"I'm thinking that a man with your obnoxious good looks would have never had the incentive to learn how to be a good lover."
His look of outrage made me burst out laughing.
"It's on Pix. You're going to eat your words. Three orgasms at the very least. One for every year you wasted with Mr. Quick Draw," he declared, a competitive glint entering his eyes.
My laughter faded and my body grew warm. I was wrong and I would lose. I knew it instinctively and a shiver of premonition skittered down my spine. I had the inexplicable feeling that one night in this man's bed would change my life forever.
********
"People do this all the time. It's the 21st century. I am a grown woman having a one night stand. It's practically a rite of passage. Totally normal."
"You do know you're speaking out loud, right?" He said as he leaned down and took a whiff of my neck.
I bit my lip and suppressed a sigh. "I do my best thinking this way."
"A clear sign of insanity. It is as I suspected."
"I'm a tad anxious."
"Only a tad? You've been verbally vomiting for fifteen minutes now." He played idly with a lock of my hair while I watched the elevator numbers blink as we swooshed to a suite on the top floor.
"We checked in as Mr. and Mrs. Bigfoot. Shouldn't it be Mr. and Mrs. Foot?" He said trying to distract me. As if I could be distracted from his massive chest just inches from my face.
"You can't trick me into calling you, Mr. Big. It's not gonna happen," I huffed.
He was crowding me with his big body, his face inches away from mine, he dipped his head into the curve of my neck.
"There are some ground rules," he said.
"Hmmm, yes. No names. No identifying personal information," I said trying to concentrate.
"I don't spend the night. I also never sleep with the same woman twice. Sets up unrealistic expectations," he murmured.
"Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am. Got it."
His tongue was delving into my ear and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I was sure my hair would go up in flames any moment now.
"What's this scent?" He murmured, nipping my ear lobe.
"Soap? Shampoo?" I squeaked and he muffled his chuckles against my neck.
The elevator doors opened and I took a deep breath.
******
The room was opulent and well-appointed with what looked to be a wide terrace, but I hardly noticed my surroundings. My eyes were glued to the massive bed at the center of the room. I hesitated, uncertain as to the protocol.
Should I take off my clothes? Or should I let him? I wondered nervously. He set down the fishbowl and was walking around inspecting everything. Was he also nervous? He couldn't be, I decided. He did this all the time. Better to get straight to the point before I chickened out. I took off my shoes and climbed on the bed and laid down in the center of it.
"I'm ready to be ravished," I called out and closed my eyes tightly.
Silence.
I squinted one eye open. He was standing by the bed looking down at me, brows furrowed adorably.
"I'm starting to think that maybe your Minute Man wasn't the problem."
I climbed off the bed, my competitive spirit was piqued by his remark.
"Well, you're the teacher so go ahead all-knowing one, teach me."
He looked me over, considering and scratching his chin.
"Show me what you've got first. So I can develop my teaching plan."
I looked at him blankly. "Seduce me," he whispered with a naughty smile.
"I think I already did," I shot back remembering his mini-meltdown earlier.
He gave me a challenging look and stood with his arms held loosely at his sides. I walked up to him until my breasts were brushing his chest. He gazed down at me with a smug smile painting his lips. I flipped my hair and his pupils dilated a little. Feeling encouraged I leaned up on my toes and kissed him softly, he remained still and unmoved but his breath hitched. I nipped his pouty lower lip.
"Not bad," he murmured.
"Shut up," I said and slipped my hands up his chest and around his neck. My mouth opened over his and I kissed him until he was gasping against my mouth and his hands were grasping my hips. Before I knew what he was up to, I found myself on my back on the bed. We managed to tear our lips apart long enough to undress each other. I was too turned on to be embarrassed though I did wonder briefly if I was wearing decent underwear instead of my granny panties. One quick look as they went flying through the air confirmed they were decent enough. His lips descended down my body, spending a few mind-boggling minutes on my breasts. I slipped my hands into his hair expecting it to be sticky but instead, it was thick and soft. I grasped it tightly as his tongue circled my nipple leisurely. I moved restlessly against him but he wouldn't be rushed. His hands left no part of me unexplored and by the time his lips eventually drifted down my stomach I was mindless with want. I shot up to my elbows when it finally dawned on me where he was headed.
"Um, I don't think I'm ready for that. Seems kind of advanced and I'm still at the elementary level," I said.
He propped his chin on my hip bone. "You've never..."
"Uh, no."
He contemplated me for a moment. "I think you've shown such enthusiasm and eagerness for learning that you are hereby automatically advanced to the next level."
"I need time to get used to the idea of having your face there," I said, my own face on fire.
"Okay." He rubbed his beard against my thigh until I moaned and then his head dipped and his tongue made a leisurely swipe against my center.
"I'll put my face here now so you can start to get used to it."
I flopped down onto my back and soon enough, my thighs were spread and my hands were grasping his head and I was calling out to all the deities I'd ever heard of and some I hadn't.
Before I recovered from that onslaught, he had crawled back up my trembling body and I grabbed his face and poured all my gratitude into one hot kiss.
He reached out and fumbled around until he got his wallet out of his pants. I shifted restlessly under him, my impatient hands wandered down his body and I grasped his hardness but he swatted my hands away and groaned something barely intelligible like, "No, no Pix. I'm too close." And then he was inside me and I wrapped my legs around his hips to bring him closer. I shifted in discomfort. The Dirtbag had been nowhere near this well endowed.
"Don't move. Don't move. Oh god please don't move," he mumbled against my shoulder. But I couldn't help it and I shifted around trying to find a comfortable position.
"You're killing me," he groaned and dropped his head on the pillow next to mine. His hips flexed and he thrust inside me again. I moaned loudly as the discomfort faded and a shock of pleasure raced up my body.
"Is that your sweet spot, Pix?" He said, sounding pleased. I had no idea if I had a sweet spot but he repeated the motion and I decided that yes, I definitely had a sweet spot and he had found it and I would worship at his feet forever if he never, ever stopped moving. I heard his breathless chuckle in my ear but I was too far gone to care that I'd apparently said all that out loud. My hands wandered down his back and I felt his muscles flexing as he moved over me and for some reason that sent me over the edge.
"Oh my god," I gasped and then screamed it as I felt, for the first time in my life, another orgasm that wasn't self-administered. I dimly heard his answering groan as he trembled on top of me.
"That was amazing" I breathed a few minutes later as he moved off me and then I promptly fell asleep.
******
I was awakened by noises and frantic movements.
"I gotta go," he said while he was collecting and pulling on his clothes like a man possessed.
I covered my nakedness with the blanket and narrowed my eyes at him. I would not be hurt by his immediate desertion after he rocked my world because I knew I'd rocked his world too.
So instead I said in a cool tone, "Do you mind if I order room service?"
"No, " he said absently, hunting for his shoes.
When he was finished, he finally faced me.
He opened and closed his mouth and then mumbled good night and literally ran out of the room.
I frowned after him. Well, fine.
"You owe me one more orgasm," I muttered. "Jerk," I said without heat. My body was deliciously sore so I found it hard to work up any real indignation. I refused to waste another minute puzzling over idiot males.
My stomach growled loudly. I took a shower, wrapped myself up in the hotel's fluffy robe, and went to the phone suddenly feeling very petty. Room services would be charged to his card.
"Room service," the voice on the other end answered.
"What's the most expensive thing on your menu? Wait. How about you bring me everything on your menu?"
*****
A while later there was a loud knock at the door. That was fast, I thought to myself as I opened it.
"Are you insane?"
I stared at him, I couldn't help the smile that dawned on my face.
"You didn't even look through the peephole, did you? I could have been a murderer or worse!" He said agitatedly.
I launched myself at him.
"What's worse than a murderer?" I asked between desperate kisses but he didn't answer. In a lightning-fast move, he had me pushed up against the now-closed door and opened my mouth with his. His tongue was slow and searching and I sucked it lightly the way I already knew drove him crazy. He gasped into my mouth, his breath coming in ragged pants, his hands moved under my robe to find naked skin and I lifted my leg and tried to wrap it around his waist but I forgot he was a giant so I ended up wriggling like a worm on a hook. He noticed my predicament and lifted me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist.
"You came back," I gasped.
"I'm the only thing standing between you and certain death. You have no sense of self-preservation. And I recalled I still owed you."
"I accept your apology."
"I didn't apologize, " he said and lifted me higher like I weighed nothing. His lips fastened to my breast.
"I heard it. It was there under all that nonsense you just spewed."
He fumbled with his pants while his open mouth made a heated path across my chest.
There was a perfunctory knock at the door.
"Go away," he growled.
"It's room service," the poor hapless person on the other side said, sounding intimidated.
"Let me get it," I managed to gasp out.
He groaned in frustration but set me down and turned his back to the room.
When the very curious attendants left he turned and gaped at the buffet spread out before him.
"Are you feeding a football team?"
I smiled sheepishly. "I'm really hungry."
He stood there looking at me, melting me with the heat in his eyes. I launched myself at him again, forgetting my growling stomach and then we were on the bed, he pulled me astride him and opened my robe. I lowered his zipper and moved to look at him. I rolled my eyes. Of course, he would be glorious all over.
"You're ridiculous, you know that?" I said as I grasped his length in my hands. His eyes drifted closed and he pushed himself into my hand a few times and then he pulled away.
"No. No. Tonight is about you. I've got one more orgasm to deliver and I can't do that if you keep touching me like that." He put his talented and miraculous hands, lips, and body to good use until I lay gasping on his chest.
"You do good work," I patted his cheek and he nipped my fingers in retaliation.
*********
We ate on the bed until I could hardly move. Turns out vigorous lovemaking gave me a healthy appetite. I told him about my petty moment and the reason for all the food and he laughed. We talked and talked so effortlessly even without delving into any personal identifying details, it occurred to me that I'd never had easy conversations like this with the Dirtbag. We watched the sunrise from the terrace sitting side by side drinking coffee. He put his cup down and dragged me onto his lap.
"Beautiful," I said as the sky burst into a rainbow of pastel colors.
"So beautiful" he murmured. I laid my head on his shoulder.
Home. The word flitted uninvited and unexpected through my mind. I'm home. I shook my head at my fancifulness. All the hot loving had clearly addled my mind.
"Meet me here tomorrow night," he said suddenly into the stillness.
"You said you never slept with a woman more than once because it sets up unreasonable expectations."
He stared at me and said nothing. I felt his strange gorgeous man sorcery weaving its nefarious spell around me. I looked away. This was a bad idea. He was definitely Mr. Wrong and I had had enough of those to last me a lifetime.
I got up and went inside without saying anything and gathered my things. I needed to leave before he batted his stupid, gorgeous eyes at me again.
"Okay. Well. I guess this is goodbye. Thank you for the excellent service... Um, five stars. Highly recommended. I'll be sure to leave an excellent review," I babbled mindlessly avoiding looking at him in his bare-chested glory and literally ran to the door. I pulled it open but before I walked out, I heard his deep voice,
"Tomorrow night, Pix. I'll be here."