tumble out of my mouth. Think quick, Eva! What are some fun things to do?! I take a big sip of champagne and try to think of some things that I have always wanted to do since moving to Portland.
“We could visit the Portland Art Museum...um...Do you like to read?” He gives me a bemused look. I continue, “You look like the kind of guy who likes to read. We can visit Powell’s Bookstore. It is a big tourist stop for most people.”
I always loved my trips to the bookstore with my mom. We would peruse the aisles and spend hours there. Thinking about my parents makes me a little sentimental and I shove those feelings back to the far recesses of my brain. I don’t like to think of what was. I have my current reality and I have to deal with it.
“So I look like a guy who likes to read, huh?” James seems a little stunned by my assessment. “Well, sure, I read to educate myself, but I don’t read for pleasure. I don’t have time for it.” His words cut at the end as though he is bitter about not having the time.
His mood lightens quickly, and he asks, “What kind of books do you like to read, Sophia? You look like a girl who loves to read.” He gives me a playful grin and I want to kiss his dimple.
I notice that he is almost done with his dinner so I set my fork down and don’t take the last bite off my plate. I can’t finish before him, I am nervous about making a bad impression. Again, I am tempted to lick up every last morsel, but I refrain.
“Sure, I love to read. Mainly I enjoy magazines.” I try to play off my ditzy call girl act while twirling a loose tendril of hair that I missed when I put it up for my bath.
He’s about to say something else and I am relieved by an interruption from his cell phone. He strides across the suite to pick up the phone, closing the door behind him. I am left sitting in the dining room by myself, so I take that last bite off of my plate and grin. A girl could get used to this.
I get up and walk by the door casually to try to listen in on his conversation. I hear muffled sounds from his side of the phone but I can’t make anything out. I sit back down and take another sip of champagne just in time for him to walk back in the room.
He stands over me and takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. He dark eyes sparkle as he watches me follow him. He picks me up in his strong arms with no words spoken, just a look between us.
As he lays me down on the bed I start to undress myself.
Okay Eva, this is it. Finally James is making his move.
He stops me in mid zip and takes both of my hands and holds me down on the bed. I can’t move as my legs are also pinned down with his weight.
I suck in a quick, shallow breath as I lay there in wonder. What does he have in store for me? He is powerful and warm and smells delicious. Are we finally going to have sex?
“Don’t move. I am going to kiss you now.” He breathes in my ear softly and my whole body reacts. We would get an A+ for chemistry as I can feel my body respond. I take a deep breath in and hold it. Desperately I try not to make a sound. I am so turned on that my head is spinning.
He lets go of my right hand and slowly unwinds the rubber band holding up my hair. Cupping my face he places a soft kiss on my lips at first. It then gets deeper and I can feel his tongue in my mouth. I return the kiss and explore his mouth with my tongue, biting and sucking his bottom lip. Oh. My. Gosh. He is such as hot kisser.
He moans softly and I can feel his thick cock press against my thigh. He has me on fire and I don’t want this to stop. I feel a high pitched noise escape me and I quickly hold my breath again. He trails kisses down to my neck and collarbone as he caresses my waist. He is nibbling and sucking my neck and I can’t hold back anymore. I take my hand and wind my fingers through his hair and hold his lips to my neck. Relishing in the feeling of his
“We could visit the Portland Art Museum...um...Do you like to read?” He gives me a bemused look. I continue, “You look like the kind of guy who likes to read. We can visit Powell’s Bookstore. It is a big tourist stop for most people.”
I always loved my trips to the bookstore with my mom. We would peruse the aisles and spend hours there. Thinking about my parents makes me a little sentimental and I shove those feelings back to the far recesses of my brain. I don’t like to think of what was. I have my current reality and I have to deal with it.
“So I look like a guy who likes to read, huh?” James seems a little stunned by my assessment. “Well, sure, I read to educate myself, but I don’t read for pleasure. I don’t have time for it.” His words cut at the end as though he is bitter about not having the time.
His mood lightens quickly, and he asks, “What kind of books do you like to read, Sophia? You look like a girl who loves to read.” He gives me a playful grin and I want to kiss his dimple.
I notice that he is almost done with his dinner so I set my fork down and don’t take the last bite off my plate. I can’t finish before him, I am nervous about making a bad impression. Again, I am tempted to lick up every last morsel, but I refrain.
“Sure, I love to read. Mainly I enjoy magazines.” I try to play off my ditzy call girl act while twirling a loose tendril of hair that I missed when I put it up for my bath.
He’s about to say something else and I am relieved by an interruption from his cell phone. He strides across the suite to pick up the phone, closing the door behind him. I am left sitting in the dining room by myself, so I take that last bite off of my plate and grin. A girl could get used to this.
I get up and walk by the door casually to try to listen in on his conversation. I hear muffled sounds from his side of the phone but I can’t make anything out. I sit back down and take another sip of champagne just in time for him to walk back in the room.
He stands over me and takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. He dark eyes sparkle as he watches me follow him. He picks me up in his strong arms with no words spoken, just a look between us.
As he lays me down on the bed I start to undress myself.
Okay Eva, this is it. Finally James is making his move.
He stops me in mid zip and takes both of my hands and holds me down on the bed. I can’t move as my legs are also pinned down with his weight.
I suck in a quick, shallow breath as I lay there in wonder. What does he have in store for me? He is powerful and warm and smells delicious. Are we finally going to have sex?
“Don’t move. I am going to kiss you now.” He breathes in my ear softly and my whole body reacts. We would get an A+ for chemistry as I can feel my body respond. I take a deep breath in and hold it. Desperately I try not to make a sound. I am so turned on that my head is spinning.
He lets go of my right hand and slowly unwinds the rubber band holding up my hair. Cupping my face he places a soft kiss on my lips at first. It then gets deeper and I can feel his tongue in my mouth. I return the kiss and explore his mouth with my tongue, biting and sucking his bottom lip. Oh. My. Gosh. He is such as hot kisser.
He moans softly and I can feel his thick cock press against my thigh. He has me on fire and I don’t want this to stop. I feel a high pitched noise escape me and I quickly hold my breath again. He trails kisses down to my neck and collarbone as he caresses my waist. He is nibbling and sucking my neck and I can’t hold back anymore. I take my hand and wind my fingers through his hair and hold his lips to my neck. Relishing in the feeling of his
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