The door was yanked open. She stood there looking militant dressed in her pajamas and pale green terry cloth robe with her fists on her. Her thick brunette hair was loose about her shoulders and hung heavily down her back. He wanted to run his fingers through it to feel its silkiness.
“How dare you threaten to make a scene to get your way? What do you want?” she asked barked.
“May I come in?”
Lacy moved aside to allow him to enter then shut the door.
“Well?” she prompted. “Why are you here? The party isn’t until tomorrow.”
“You are still going with me?
“Of course. I said I would,” she answered tartly.
“Why are you angry?” he asked as he sat on her blue sofa. He looked around her apartment and liked what he saw. It was eclectic, cozy and warm.
“You blackmailed your way in here and I’m supposed to be happy?” she raised her eyebrows in question.
He shrugged.
“I suppose not but let us put that behind us,” he smiled persuasively.
“You’ve never answered my question. Why are you here?” she demanded.
“Because you avoided me all day at the office,” he said calmly. “Coming to your apartment was my only option.”
“No it wasn’t. You could have waited to see me tomorrow when we’re to go to the Brentwood Reception,” she countered.
“But I wished to see you before then. I wanted to discuss our kiss,” he said.
“Your kiss.”
“You kissed me back,” he smirked.
Lacy couldn’t deny that she had.
“What about it?” she snapped as she stood in front of the fireplace with her arms crossed over her chest.
“Come sit with me, Lacy.”
“I rather stand,” she returned.
He moved so swiftly she didn’t have time to blink. He moved to grab her arm and yanked her to the sofa to sit her on his lap.
“Tyler!”
She struggled to get off of his lap but he held her firmly in place.
“Let go of me,” she demanded.
“Not until we talk; and perhaps kiss,” he said casually.
“We can talk without me sitting on your lap.”
“And kiss? I need you close to me for that,” he said in her ear.
“We will not be kissing,” she gasped.
“We’ll see. But let’s talk,” he commented. “Why did you avoid me today?”
Lacy stilled. She struggled all of last night thinking how she would act when she saw him today. She was embarrassed about her behavior. But if she were honest she had to say that she had enjoyed his attention. Maybe she had enjoyed it too much. That being said how would she be able to face him? The easiest thing to do was not to see him. So she had successfully avoided him all day; until now. Now she was sitting on his lap demanding answers.
“Lacy?” he prompted.
“I was embarrassed,” she muttered.
“About the kiss?”
“Yes. Mainly about how I responded to the kiss,” she said honestly.
Tyler was surprised she had admitted that. But Lacy was genuine and frank. There was nothing fake about her. She would say exactly what she felt and he liked that about her.
“You’ve never been with a man before, have you?” he asked.
She shook her head negatively.
“And the desire you felt scared you,” he said guessed.
“Yes.”
“There’s nothing to be afraid of, Lacy.”
“I just felt so overwhelmed with emotions. I needed time to figure them out,” she mumbled.
“And did you?”
“Not really. But I couldn’t face you today; not with my head in a jumble,” she sighed.
He kissed her throat.
“What you felt was natural, Lacy. It’s all a part of having sex which can be pleasurable and exciting. It’s nothing to be scared of,” he muttered against her neck.
He suckled her and she sucked in her breath. His mouth and tongue felt so good on her suddenly heated skin. She turned her face to him and he captured her mouth. He plunged his tongue into her mouth and assaulted her senses in the most sensuous way. She looped her arm about his neck and gave in to the waves of pleasure flooding her body. His hand busily unbelted her robe and then unbuttoned her pajama top. She gasped when he palmed and caressed her breast. He then brought his head down to suckle her deep rose nipple. Lacy cried out as his mouth clamped down on her. His tongue felt rough but delicious on her nipple. It was unlike any feeling she had ever felt. She held his head and pushed her breast farther into his mouth. He smiled as he gave his attention to her other breast.
“You like, Lacy?”
“Yes. Yes,” she gasped.
He trailed his fingers lightly down her flat stomach and push them under her pajama pants. She wore no underwear and Tyler almost yelled in his excitement to touch her damp curls. She nearly jumped from his lap when he did so. He slid his hand to her wet haven and began fingers her nub fiercely.
“Tyler!” she cried as she closed her thighs on his hand.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked hoarsely. He prayed that she didn’t for he didn’t know if he could.
She shook her head negatively.
“No,” she whispered.
He slipped his arm beneath her legs and back.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom, shall we?”
He carried her down the hall.
“Which room?”
“This one,” she pointed to the room on the right.
He went in and laid her on the huge bed.
“You like large beds, I see.”
“I like the extra space,” she whispered.
“That’s a good thing because we are going to need it,” he grinned.
He stripped off his clothes and stood immobile. Lacy drank in every inch of him. He was magnificent. She had seen nude men before when she watched ex-rated movies. She’d even had a few porn movies in her collection. But having the real thing standing in her bedroom was a different thing completely. His physique was muscular and firm and her two hands together would not fit around his large thighs. Lacy’s mouth was suddenly dry and she flicked her tongue to wet them. That seemed to galvanize him. He leapt onto the bed and ripped her pajamas from her. Within seconds she was as naked as he. She tried to cover her pussy with her hands put he held them at her sides.
“Don’t. You’re beautiful. Let me worship you with my eyes and taste you with my mouth,” he murmured.
He pushed her onto her back and spread her legs. Then he lowered his head and his lips touched lightly touch her brown hairs. The contact made Lacy jump. He held her down firmly and licked her pussy. She cried out in pleasure. He then mouthed her hungrily and Lacy thought she would die from the tension building in her. She twisted and writhed as his tongue laved her nub. His forefinger penetrated her hollow. In and out. Slow then fast. She felt as though she would burst. And just when she was at the pinnacle of carnal bliss he entered her quickly; thrusting his large cock in to her. She yelled out in pain. He kissed her to swallow her cries. He could feel her muscles tighten about his penis and he wanted to shout for joy. She was so snug. He could stay there for eternity.