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He took a beat before going on. “I want you to know before I ask you this that I won’t hold your answer against you, even if it’s not what I want to hear.”
A feeling came over me as if I were catching fire and freezing at once. “Okay,” I said.
“Do you think you’d be okay,” Elijah began, then hesitated. It didn’t seem to be in his character to hesitate, but he did. “Do you think you’d be all right…with letting me fuck you?”
There it was.Thequestion.Thatquestion. The question that I’d always put off, dodged, avoided, from every man I’d ever gone out with, including Blake. Now here it was, from the one man I’d ever met who was even more beautiful than Blake. Here wasthequestion.
“Oh, Elijah…” I said, then trailed off.
He touched my face, caressing my cheek with his thumb. “I’m not trying to press any advantage over you. You’re totally free to say no, and I promise I’ll stop this right here, right now. It’ll go no further. But, Corinne, if you say yes… If you say yes, I’ll get your pussy right here, and I promise to make it good.”
Now, there was one critical thing that I needed to know. Summoning up my courage, I asked, “If I do say no, what about my job?”
“I won’t make it about your job,” said Elijah sincerely. “I’m not that kind of boss, who expects something from a woman who works for him and holds her job over her head as a condition of keeping it. I would never, ever do that. If you say no, you’ll come to work Monday morning and it will be as if nothing ever happened. I give you my deepest, most solemn word, this is not about the boss laying a sexual claim on his employee.
“This is about me, a man with a hard cock, wanting to fuck a woman he thinks is beautiful. Youarebeautiful, Corinne. You’re beautiful, and I want your pussy. So I’m asking, not as your boss but just as a man. Will you let me fuck you? Right now?”
That put us right at the moment of truth — a moment where I’d been other times, which had always had one outcome. And this time, of all times, the outcome was different. This time, my own desire was too great. This time, lying on top of Elijah on my couch, feeling under the zipper of his pant what he said he wanted to give me — and what I had to admit to myself that I wanted — there could be no other outcome than the thing I said next.
“Yes, Elijah,” I answered. “Yes. Please.”
He gave a smile of manly desire. “Oh, fuck yes.” He leaned up and brought his lips to mine for another kiss, this one harder and more passionate than any of the others — a kiss of his most powerful and undeniable intent, which I had no intention of denying one minute longer.
At the end of this kiss, Elijah murmured, “Get your fucking clothes off.”
We sat up on the sofa again and quickly began to undress. The first thing to go was Elijah’s sweater, which he practically tore from his body and tossed onto the floor. Now, laid fully bare in front of me, were the pecs and abs that had been fully covered by his tank top in the gym, along with those arms.
I watched him take off his clothes and was hardly aware of my own motions in taking off my own. And, racing and ricocheting around in my head was one thought, both strangely exciting and alarming.
Elijah was by no means a virgin. But, he had no idea that he was about to do it to a virgin. He thought he was about to do it to an experienced woman. The man did not have a clue.
Elijah kicked off his shoes. I wondered if that meant he was expecting something to happen when he got here and had deliberately worn shoes that would be easy to remove. As the question crossed my mind, I decided I didn’t care. He bent over, showing me the exposed muscles of his back, and stripped off his socks. My heart sped up a little more.
He next sent my pulse into overdrive by going for his belt buckle and his zipper, quickly undoing them. He made me almost fit to faint and showed me that he really meant business by grabbing the waist of his Dockers and the waist of his briefs at the same time and pulling them off together, kicking them away. In that one gesture, he revealed the prong of his erect cock, standing at attention. I almost whined in awe.
There it was. After I’d turned down the offer of every man that I’d dated, here in front of me was the one and only penis that I’d ever seen in my life.
And, it wasn’t even the dick of a man that I’d ever considered a date. Elijah and I had gone out socially without any idea of anything potentially romantic or intimate. And yet, here he was, spectacularly, awesomely, breathtakingly naked on my living room sofa. And there was his cock, ready to fuck me.
I had nothing to compare it to. All I could see was that it was big. It was long and it was thick, with a bead of moisture exuding from the hole at the tip, like a dewdrop. Elijah’s large, hard, beautiful dick — and he wanted to put it inside me. And, I so wanted him to do it.
Somehow, in the midst of all this, I had managed to strip down to just my bra and panties and was sitting on the couch almost as naked as he was. There was so much of his male perfection to look at, but my eyes were drawn to what stood ready for action under the dark golden-brown thatch of hair between his thighs. I’d never been ready for it before. I was ready now.
So was Elijah. He slid his nakedness over to me, took me in his now-exposed arms, and kissed me, deeply, soulfully. I bent back and moaned into his kiss.
His strong hands moved smoothly up and down my back. He parted from the kiss, brought me sitting up again, and found the clasp of my bra at the front, rather than at the back where I thought he might be searching for it before. Just like a man who knew what he was doing, Elijah got my bra off and whipped it away somewhere. My breasts were bare, only inches from him, where he could touch them. And touch them he did.
I leaned back my head and whimpered joyously at the feeling of a man touching my exposed bosom for the first time. It felt unbelievably good. His hands seemed even warmer on my breasts than they did on my back. He took one boob in each hand and squeezed, gently and firmly, drawing the excited breath out of me and feeding his manly touch into me.
“Damn, what nice tits,” Elijah said. He leaned his head forward and kissed one of my nipples, which had turned to little brown stones of flesh. I gasped and shuddered at the sensation. I bit my lower lip.
Elijah switched from kissing my nipple to sucking it. I released my lip and made a sound of pure wonder as his lips enclosed my nipple and his tongue wetly encircled it. I had nothing to compare this feeling to, just as I had nothing to which I could compare the sight of his dick. It was insanely good, but I knew it wasn’t nearly as good as other things I’d soon experience.
He kissed his way across my bare bosom. I made helpless, elated moans as he went, and let out shuddering noises at his capture of my other nipple in his mouth. With every pull of his mouth, he was capturing me more and more, making me more and more the willing recipient of his desire.
He straightened back up and moved his hands to my waist, where my only remaining garment was my panties. Elijah slipped them down over my thighs and manoeuvred me around to put my back against the back of the sofa and enable himself to slide that last little garment down my legs and over my ankles. He had me just the way I wanted to be with him.
Leaning back on the couch with me, Elijah took my lips in another simmering kiss, while slipping his hand up between my thighs, silently commanding me to open them. He was the boss now as much as he was at work. I obeyed, and he moved his hand along my inner thigh to where the opening of my pussy waited for him under the bush of my pubes.