After a painfully thorough internal debate, I find my balls and press ‘send’ to deliver my message.
*Can I see you tonight?* I ask Chanel, knowing she’s off modeling at the moment. I walk around my house smoking a joint while I wait to see what she says, and ten minutes later, my phone beeps.
*It’s only been 24 hours…* she replies, and knowing she’s not eager to see me hurts. She’s right, it’s only been a day, and I know she thinks we need more time apart, but I disagree.
*I know, but it can’t wait.* I respond, and I’m surprised when she immediately replies.
*Ok. We just finished the shoot and they’re taking me to dinner. I’ll let you know when I’m on my way home.* she writes, and when I get her next message forty five minutes later, I lock my house and get in my car. My nerves are uneasy as I drive, but the moment I’m standing at her front door knocking, I know this is where I’m supposed to be. After a moment she answers, and I have to force my bulging eyeballs back into my head. She looks incredible. Her bold makeup brings out the beautiful blue of her eyes, and her hair is in big perfect curls. She’s wearing a strapless corset top and shorts small enough to call underwear-all black.
“Hi,” I find my voice, and she smiles a little, tickled by my reaction no doubt.
“Come in,” she says, and turns around, teasing me with her lifted ass in that tight material. I happily come in behind her and shut the door. Chanel walks to her kitchen barefoot, and pulls a water from the fridge.
“Would you like something to drink?” she asks with utter politeness.
“No thanks,” I say, and she turns and hops on the counter to sit, my eyes never leaving her. I’m guessing this is an outfit she was photographed in, meaning it’s also what she wore to dinner, and the thought of her in public like this makes me jealous, solidifying my convictions. I need to say what I came here to say.
“So what’s up?” she asks warily, and I swallow hard, walking toward her.
“Be with me,” I say, and she doesn’t even blink, her face frozen for a solid moment. Her eyelashes flicker, and she sets her water down.
“What?” she asks, looking at me as if I’ve gone mad.
“Be with me,” I say again, my eyes intent on her face as I stand before her, giving her myself.
“What do you mean?”
” Be with me, be mine, my girl, in a relationship,” I say, hoping I’m not unknowingly speaking a language she doesn’t seem to be understanding.
“Are you serious?” she asks, and I breathe a laugh without humor.
“Dead serious.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to be with you Chanel,” I answer. This is what I wanted to say last night, but hadn’t realized it yet.
“Ethan, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she says, and my heart sinks.
“Why?”
“Well, after Hannah I thought you would want to-“
“Chanel, I don’t want anyone but you.”
“But-“
“After seeing how much I hurt you, it’s like I woke up. Seeing how much you care about what we had brought something to life inside me; a feeling I’ve never felt before…I didn’t know anyone cared about me so much,” I say, stepping toward her. Chanel is speechless as she stares at me, so I continue.
“When I left you last night, I felt my life falling apart all over again. I went home and thought about what I wanted, just like you asked, and all I could think about was you.” Chanel’s looking at me through her lashes, contemplating my words, looking more beautiful than should be possible.
“I’m sorry for disregarding your feelings, but I can promise you it’ll never happen again. I don’t want to hurt you, I want to be the one to make you happy…only me. I’m here because I didn’t want one more day to go by without you knowing how much I need you.” I’m standing close enough to touch her now, my posture confident as I look down at her. I don’t want to leave here without her saying yes.
“Do you really mean that?” Chanel asks quietly, and I reach for her. She lets me hold her small hands in mine, her petite body perched on the counter.
“Every word,” I promise, and she purses her lips.
“This is a big step.”
“And I want to take it with you,” I assure her, the words easier to say with every passing second.
“I don’t…want to make the wrong decision,” she says, looking at our hands, me looking at her.
“What do you want, Chanel?” I ask her, and she peeks up at me, debating for a moment.
“You,” she whispers angrily, but despite her tone, a wave of electricity floods my insides.
“Then you can have me,” I promise her, moving my face down to her level. She shakes her head, her expression pained.
“Ethan-“
“What’s holding you back? Let me fix it.”
“I’m still upset with you,” Chanel says sadly, and leans back, her tits being pushed out of her tight corset. I keep hold of her hands and step as close to her as possible, closing any distance between us.
“I know, and I could apologize for the rest of my life and it still wouldn’t be enough. Let me make it up to you, let me make you happy.” For the first time tonight, I see something in her eyes that wasn’t there before, and I’m hopeful.
“You really want this?” she asks, and I cup her face with my right hand.
“I want you,” I reassure her, stroking the smooth skin of her cheek, her beautiful face like a porcelain doll.
“Just me?”
“Only you.”
“And you’ve thought about this?” she asks, and I nod.
“I have. If I’m sure of anything, it’s us.” My words are full of conviction, and my confidence is growing as she stares at me. I will forever remember the look on her face, right here in this moment, when she utters the words that make me feel like a king.
“Then I’m yours,” Chanel whispers, and I suddenly feel a million miles from earth, lighter than air. I smile and don’t waste one second to kiss this amazing woman that now belongs to me. I hold her tightly, feeling the hard fabric of her lace corset as her tongue plays with mine. She tastes sweeter than she’s ever tasted, feels better in my arms than she’s ever felt. We live in this moment for an eternity in and of itself, and it still ends all too soon.
“Can I ask you something?” Chanel mumbles, her manicured hands holding my large shoulders.
“Anything,” I say, and move to kiss her jaw.
“Can we…take our time with the physical part of our relationship?” she asks, and I pull back to look at her, feeling like a dick.
“Of course, I’m not going anywhere,” I promise her, and she smiles. Though my dreams of fucking her in this lingerie-like outfit have been crushed, I don’t let one hint of disappointment show. Of course I want her, she’s finally mine, and she looks agonizingly tasty, but if all I wanted was sex, I wouldn’t have asked her to be with me just now. There’s more to us than that, and I’m happy to give her as long as she needs, as long as she’s mine. I know I hurt her, this is my fault, so I can be patient.
***
I thought I could be patient. This is harder than I thought it would be. We’ve been together for four days, I’ve seen her three times, and we haven’t done anything past kissing…it’s killing me. I may just be paranoid, but I’m pretty sure she’s intentionally, subtly trying to punish me. Chanel has been dressing ever so slightly more skimpy, wearing shirts that display her perky cleavage, and pants that hug her ass like a second skin. Despite my means to ignore it, I have to rub one out every time I leave her to go home. Even that doesn’t quite ease my blue balls though; my dick aches for her harder than before she was mine. Ergo, I’m doing everything I can to gain her trust again, which is actually less stressful than I thought it would be. When she occasionally asks a question pertaining to unfavorable topics, she isn’t a bitch about it, and she’s not holding a grudge against me. It’s more than I deserve, but I’m relieved none the less. My girlfriend is the shit. We’re having fun in our new level of intimacy, while also working past the problem I created. I’m always excited to see her, to talk to her, to hold her fucking hand in public, and kiss her soft lips.
I’m seeing her again tonight, and time is going by way too fucking slow. I avoid everyone before I leave work, and slip away at my scheduled time off before I can get sucked into helping anyone with anything. The moment Chanel gets off work, I drive to her house. She greets me with a kiss, and it lasts much longer than usual, adding to the fire I’ve been trying to contain. I take her to dinner and we come back to her house, and the entire time she seems distracted almost. I watch her closely as she chooses a movie for us, and when she’s sitting next to me on her couch with my arm around her, I’ve figured it out. She’s horny, and she’s trying to hide it . She keeps pressing her thighs together and pulling her hair off her neck, and when I realize this, I imagine shoving my dick so deep inside her that it throbs viscously in my pants. When her thighs flex again, I have to say something.
“Are you ok?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at her.
“Yes, why?” she replies, leaning her head back on my arm. Because you look like you want to be fucked .
“You just seem…fidgety,” I say, and Chanel’s pupils dilate by a fraction as she stares at me. The longer she says nothing, the more certain I become. She needs to get off…and I’m right here. I reach my hand up, cupping the side of her face, and lean carefully, turning my head to put my lips on hers. She accepts it, slowly kissing me back. When her hands come around my neck, I’m a little more confident, and I pull her closer. God, I want her more than anything. She turns her body toward me, her bare, shapely legs making their way into my lap, and I move my mouth to her neck.
“Ethan,” Chanel’s sugar sweet voice caresses my name.
“Yeah baby?” I ask, and nip at her earlobe.
“We can’t have sex just yet,” she says regretfully, her fingers in my hair.
“We’re not having sex,” I say, kissing down her shoulder. She hums a sigh, holding my head against her, her arousal evident despite her words. If she’s not ready I can accept that, but I may be able to talk her into letting me give her an orgasm, no sex required. I need to be intimate with her, especially knowing she’s horny. She’s my girl, I want to tend to her needs. So when I do adjust her, and she just so happens to sit fully in my lap, I anticipate her resistance.
“Ethan, we should stop,” she says unconvincingly, her reluctance turning me on even more, because I know she wants it. I decide to go for it, sliding my hand between her legs, and quickly make contact with her sensitive spot. She gasps, my mouth still on her neck.
“Ethaaaan,” Chanel groans my name in disapproval, but humps my hands in return.
“We don’t have to have sex,” I say, telling her the truth as I rub her warm shorts against her cunt. “But I can still give you an orgasm,” I conclude, and she moans.
“We can’t,” Chanel protests, and I fluidly slip a finger around her little shorts and panties, and touch her flesh. The moan that escapes her lips this time makes my stomach tighten with sick pleasure.
“Please baby, just let me help you get off,” I say as huskily as I’m capable of, my finger playing with her folds. I can feel her shaking her head, my mouth at her ear, so I go one step further. I move to the entrance of her hot cunt, and push my finger inside, finding her very wet.
“Aahhhhh fuck,” Chanel breathes, and a rock starts forming in my pants beneath her ass, thinking about her being horny all day, and how no one but me is allowed to relieve her.
“Come on sweetheart, let me make you cum,” I coax her and turn my finger on her front wall, stroking her g-spot. When she groans and thrusts her hips, I know I’m winning.
“Ok,” she finally says, and the instant I hear it, I rip off her shorts and panties in one lithe motion. My mouth already on hers, I grab her bare, round ass and she straddles me. I feel her press her heat against my stomach, and turn us to lay her on the couch. She wraps her arms and legs around me as I kneel on the floor, my chest on top of hers. Her barely clothed body beneath me is making me thoroughly insane, this is the most I’ve gotten of her in days. I’m like a fumbling junkie getting his next fix.
Chanel keeps her hands in my hair as I move lower, nipping at her breasts peeking out of her shirt. When I reach her toned stomach, I lift her shirt out of my way, licking her there too. She’s already panting heavily, and I grab her legs to hook them over my shoulders, going even lower. My lips make it to her abdomen, and I see her mound is smooth besides a thin line of neatly shaved hair trailing to her pussy. Oh my fucking god. I move my mouth over her hot spot, and finally slide my tongue out to taste her. Chanel grabs my head and moans loudly, making the rock in my jeans impossibly harder. I ignore my needs and focus every ounce of my attention on her unimaginably delicious pink slit. Starting with slow strokes, I lick and suck at her labia, relishing the taste. My hands caress her hips and her ass, holding her in front of me while she moans uncontrollably. She gets even louder when I softly pinch her clit between my lips and pull. Over and over, I suck and tease her sensitive bundle of nerves, loving the noises she makes, and the motion of her hips.
“Uhhn, please don’t stop,” Chanel moans, and my heart pounds. Don’t worry baby, I’m not going anywhere. I’m so fucking turned on as I eat between her thighs; a part of her body I know very well, and love very much. My own personal food group. I push her thighs apart even further, and start hungrily ravishing every inch of her. My tongue licks from her ass up to her clit, not missing one spot in between, and she loves it. I eat her like this is the first time, which in one way is true enough. Chanel is mine alone, and I’m hers, and that’s finally being demonstrated sexually. That thought alone drives me further, and I plunge my tongue into her pussy.
I keep my eyes open, not wanting to miss one moment of how insanely beautiful my girl looks when I’m pleasing her. Every inch of her body is impossibly perfect, writhing on the couch. She has just the right curves for her prime age of twenty four, and they’re tighter than a teenager’s. Her gorgeous face is twisted with gratification, and every time she looks down and sees me watching her, she licks her lips. I want this to last forever, but I can tell she’s getting close when I latch onto her clit and flick her.
“Ahhh more baby, please,” Chanel purrs, and I feel my balls tighten from her words. She doesn’t use that term of endearment too often, so it makes it even more special when she does. What we’re doing and knowing she’s mine, and hearing her call me that pushes me dangerously close to losing my shit. I very seriously consider pulling my dick out as she humps my face, but before long, it’s too late. With her clit in my mouth and my head in her hands, Chanel convulses into an orgasm, and I push my fingers into her, dying to feel it.
“Oh my god baby, harder,” Chanel begs, and I push my lips against her clit as she fucks my face, stroking her g-spot. I can’t get enough of her muscles pulsing around my fingers, and her body squirming beneath my mouth. I continue working her until she shivers, and she has to push me away to get me to stop. I sit up and see her panting with her eyes closed, her perfect body still naked from the waist down. My dick is painfully straining against my pants as I realize I just seduced my own girlfriend.
