8 - He's Paying For It

I heard his towel drop and then his hands were on my hips, with his fingers playing at the top of my panties. I leaned back into him and his lips found my neck again. He pushed my panties down and I stepped out of everything. 

He walked me forward toward the tub and moved around me, getting in. He held his hand out for mine and helped me in, his eyes darting all over me. I had never felt more exposed and yet I wasn’t scared or nervous, I didn’t try to cover myself. 

He obviously wanted me, and my pussy was saying there was no going back. She was in control now and I was just along for the ride. 

Hmm, ride I thought … 

Chris slid against the tub and I fell to my knees with my hand against his chest for balance. He immediately grabbed my hips and thrust me toward him, rippling the water. 

He crashed his lips to mine and our tongues found each other, it was so intense we were both panting after just a minute. 

I could feel his more than stiff erection between us and it was begging for attention. I took it in my hand without breaking our kiss, our tongues too desperate for each other. He was incredibly thick but not overly long, I wondered if it was going to hurt. 

My last boyfriend hadn’t been too endowed and I mostly relied on his oral skills for satisfaction. 

I gripped his hard on firmly and began to stroke it as he moaned into my mouth. His hands roamed my body and one hand stopped at a nipple, the thumb caressing my aching bud. 

His lips left mine and went right for the other nipple, causing me to moan. 

I kissed his neck and shoulder and I felt two fingers enter me. I moaned again into his ear and began to ride his hand, while keeping a firm grip and stroking him. 

Our breaths were both ragged and I couldn’t hold on any longer, I loved him teasing my tits. 

My body erupted and I moaned loudly, throwing my head back. He immediately kissed my neck and removed his hand from inside me, grabbing my hips and lifting me onto him. 

I impaled him in a swift movement and it took me a bit by surprise even though I knew it was coming eventually. 

I let out a little yelp and he flashed me his perfect smile. 

“Is it okay to move,” he whispered. 

I was the one I top, I should really be the one moving, but my head was all fuzzy and I couldn't function.

He lightly kissed my neck and I moved my hips into him, “yes.” 

We began to grind against each other, finding a rhythm. My pussy was purring, begging desperately to keep him buried in me.

He stretched me, I had my legs further apart than I thought I was capable of but I accepted that I didn’t care if I could walk later. 

Chris was the perfect man by my current estimation, and I was riding him. 

He wanted … ME. 

My sub-conscious chimed in, ruining the moment for me … yeah but he’s PAYING for it… 

Shut the fuck up! 

You will NOT ruin this for me! I inwardly rolled my eyes.

Chris was lost sucking between my nipples and I picked up the pace. He growled and broke our rhythm, completely taking over. 

With a tight grip on my hips, he began bouncing me in his lap, pushing me down harder each time. 

I couldn’t take it after the third or fourth bounce I came, moaning his name loudly. He grunted again and twirled me around so my back was to him. 

He thrust into me from behind and my hands immediately gripped the side of the tub for support. 

“I’ve got you baby, I’ll hold you up,” he said in my ear. 

He had a hand under my arm and a hand on my hip and he was pounding me, bouncing me on him, creating a tidal wave in the tub. 

I sat up as straight as I could and I felt him go even deeper, after a couple rough thrusts we both moaned and came together … well mostly him grunting and me moaning.

We fell against the tub together, trying to catch our breath.

"I hope I didn't flood the floor," Chris said, peeking out of the tub.

I giggled and rested by head against his chest, letting him hold me.

We still had a few hours until dinner, even though I had worked up quite an appetite. 

I still couldn’t believe I was already meeting his parents. Although, I wasn’t actually his girlfriend … I wasn’t sure I cared right now. 

Chris and I cleaned up in the tub and continued things in the bedroom, but this time he was much calmer. Like he had to get the rougher sex out of the way, now he was mellow and relaxed. 

I had never “made love” before, but I imagined it to be like this. Slow, and passionate. 

A whole afternoon, rolling around in bed, just enjoying and exploring each other’s bodies. 

Chris was a more than generous lover, incredibly gifted with his tongue and he paid great attention to my body’s reactions. 

He even ordered some fruit and champagne, feeding me grapes and strawberries. He gave me a massage with his hands and tongue and I felt like a queen, I felt so high and I never wanted it to end. 

When we had finally decided we couldn’t wait any longer to get ready, we showered separately because … well, there wasn’t time for anymore activity right now. My vagina was positively purring in delight but she also could use a break. 

I heard a knock at the main door and froze, who could that be? 

Chris then knocked on the bathroom door. 

“Eve baby I asked someone to come do your hair and make-up, I hope that’s okay, she’s ready when you are, can she come in?” 

Hmm, yeah I'm your baby alright...

Seriously though ... just wow he thought of everything, I was actually just having an internal freak out over how to do my hair. I also hadn’t really brought make-up with me so that was a problem too. I had no idea today would have been like this, but I had no regrets. 

I opened the door and a very short older woman popped in, “hey doll I’m Shari, let’s get you ready, Mr. Maxwell said you don’t have much time.”  

Shari had me ready with an up-do in under 20 minutes and I was so grateful to her. She left and I got my dress and shoes on, adding the diamond earrings and bracelet. 

I didn’t even look like myself, I looked like a model. My black cocktail dress had a lace overlay with three quarter length sleeves, cutting off just above the knee. The neckline was straight across, allowing for a bit of an off the shoulder look. 

Chris had gotten me a strapless bra as well and I was shocked it fit and held up the girls. I normally had a hard time finding strapless bras since I was a little full. 

I made a mental note to get a couple more of these bras. 

I came out of the bathroom to find Chris in a suit, black dress pants, black jacket and pale yellow collared shirt with a black tie. 

He looked like a bee that could sting me anytime!

Chris’ face lit up when he saw me and I launched myself at him. We kissed lightly, I was afraid to wrinkle him. 

“You look so … delicious Eve. How am I supposed to think straight with this view?” 

I giggled, “well since it is dinner with your parents I’m going to guess you won’t have any choice BUT to be on your best behavior.” 

His lips grazed my neck and I caught the time, we had seven minutes! 

“Chris I think we need to go, I don’t want to make a bad impression,” I said, plainly. 

I ran and found my shoes, getting them on as he moved toward the door. He flipped off the lights and I scrambled toward him.

“Yeah, yeah I’m supposed to be the punctual one, as opposed to my carefree brother,” he said. 

With that, he put his hand in the small of my back and led me out of the room.