Chapter 4 - Don

The entire time at the waterfront, Reese actively talked to, let alone flirt with me. Guys like me don’t get women like her. I’ve had this underlying feeling I’m being pranked. And I swear if this is a joke orchestrated by Darius or his brothers, I’m killing them.

 

Yet despite that worry, when she asked me to drive her home, I agreed. And when she said she wanted to come to my place, I brought her to my place.

 

I was nervous as fuck the whole drive because my house isn’t somewhere you bring a gorgeous woman. I’ve seen how people look at my home.

 

I’ve heard the whispers about it from the kids of my neighborhood. They say it’s haunted, and that’s why it’s abandoned. They call it Lincoln, Massachusetts’ answer to the Freddy Kruger house.

 

So I was prepared for a bad reaction from Reese. A wince, a wrinkle of her nose, her demanding I take her to her place. Any adverse response would end the night with yet another strikeout to add to my mental tally of how often I don’t get laid.

 

To my surprise, Reese was the total opposite of what I imagined when she looked at my place. She didn’t run for the hills or make rude comments about how bad it looked.

 

I mean, shit, the woman could identify the original designer on sight! Now I’m going to be pissed if this is a setup. Cause fuck, this woman just got a thousand times hotter.

 

I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous around a woman. But Reese is no ordinary woman. She’s a fucking Goddess who’s giving me the time of day. She risked the front stairs that I still have to fix and entered the construction zone I live in.

 

I don’t care that her family is in construction. I’m embarrassed to have her in my home. She’s standing in my vestibule, looking around with wonder as she removes her boots and jacket. And fuck me, fingers crossed but not holding my breath, that red sweater dress was hugging every curve of her statuesque figure.

 

I felt like a schlub compared to her. I directed her to the one common room I’d finished renovating while putting our coats and boots away. I was proud of the sitting room. I’d put a lot of time and effort into the space. Especially in making sure it fits the style of the house.

 

I lucked out when I came across an estate sale with a worn Victorian six-piece living room set with a three-seater sofa, four armchairs, and a coffee table. I had to fix and reupholster them, but they looked great. So good, I made a matching chaise for the sitting room.

 

I didn’t know what to expect when I entered the parlor but seeing this Goddess stretched out on the chaise wasn’t one of them. It should have been. Fuck, it should have been top of my fantasy list with how sexy she looks right now.

 

I tried to play it cool, teasing her to cover my nerves. And this woman just upped the ante by becoming me to her. I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but her words had a lot of innuendoes and added gesturing me to her, all adding up to sex, and while I’m for it, I’m also worried I’ll disappoint. A woman like her probably dates handsome, fit, and rich guys. I’m none of those things.

 

“Don? You okay?” Reese questioned, sitting up.

 

“We don’t have to, you know.” She assured me.

 

“I’m okay. Trust me. If you’re offering what I think, I’m all for it. I’m just doubting I’m going to live up to expectations.” I explained myself walking closer.

 

“Trust me; if you’re packing more than a pinky, you’re already exceeding my ex.” Reese scoffed, holding up her pinky finger for emphasis.

 

I raised an eyebrow because she was serious or knew how to keep a straight face when telling a joke. But damn, that man was cursed or something to be born tiny. If it’s true, I at least can beat that.

 

“Well, that I can assure you I can exceed.” I assured her.

 

“Good, now that we are on the same page get over here. I want to see how sturdy this chaise is.” Reese smirked, grabbing my sweater and pulling me down as she laid back again.

 

While I trust my craftsmanship, the sudden weight of two on it did make it creak, but thankfully that was all. Reese giggled. Her blue eyes shimmering with amusement were the last thing I saw as she pulled me into a kiss, and I let my eyes close.

 

Damn, her lips are so soft. As the kiss deepened, her tongue found its way into my mouth, and she did this fold and twist around my tongue that made me groan, sending more blood to my other head.

 

I groaned again as she wrapped her legs around me, rolling her hips against me. We are overdressed, but I’d prefer getting her naked first. I’m more the guy you like to have naked in the dark, if at all. So it’s a bit too bright under the stained glass chandelier for me to shed clothes.

 

My hands trailed up her legging-covered legs, pushing her sweater dress up higher, having to stop at the black belt before I managed to get the dress over her breasts. Recess sat up just enough so I could pull the dress over her head, tossing it aside, hearing the soft thud of the belt to know it landed on one of the other pieces of furniture.

 

I licked my lips as I finally got to look at her. Her long hair was a mess as it was spread out across the chaise, those icy blue eyes dark with desire, lips puffy and wet from our kissing, and the most perfect set of breasts I’ve had the pleasure of seeing somehow contained by a pink floral embroidered bra. I need to see them, touch them, and taste them.

 

“Why are you staring?” Reese questioned breathlessly, cheeks flushed.

 

“Who wouldn’t stare when they have a Goddess bared to them?” I countered, leaning down, trailing kisses along her neck, making my way down to her breasts.

 

“Fuck, you know just what to say to turn a girl on.” Reese moaned, arching her chest to my lips.

 

I’m a bit out of practice, but after the third try, I managed to get that damn bra to unhook. And wow, God bless that bra for containing these. I won’t say I know how bra sizes work, but her breasts are larger than any woman I’ve been with. More than a handful or mouthful means I get to use both. And I’m all for it.

 

I have always been what you might call a tits man. Shit, and they feel just as soft as I thought they would and taste even better. Granted, long legs and a well-rounded ass aren’t much lower on my favorite female body parts list. And this woman, this Goddess who’s letting me worship her, has it all.

 

And at least I’ve not lost my touch in this multiple-year drought I’ve been stuck in. Or at least I hope I haven’t. Reese was moaning while still rolling her hips against me, seeking release. A release I’m more than happy to give.

 

Reluctantly I abandoned her breasts, kissing lower to the waistband of her leggings. I might have been a bit overeager as I tugged them down, bringing the matching thong she was wearing with them. If the view of her fully naked body wasn’t enough to knock me on my ass, getting her leggings down her long legs nearly did the trick.

 

“Best first night of Hanukkah ever.” I mused as I finally took a proper look at the naked Goddess in front of me.

 

She giggled, shaking her head. “You’re weird. Now, I think you’re overdressed.”

 

“Not yet…” I paused, kissing her ankle. “I haven’t gotten to enjoy the feast.” I smiled, kissing further up her leg with one destination in mind.

 

I won’t toot my own horn, but if there was anything sexual I was most praised for, it was oral. And I will do everything I can to make this woman orgasm without taking off my clothes. I know I’ll eventually have to, but I’m delaying her seeing me naked as long as I can.

 

“Oh… Oh, Fuuuck. Don….” Reese moaned, arching into my touch, giving me complete access and a road map to where and how she likes it.

 

Yeah, this is better than any Hanukkah meal I could be eating if I’d gone to Austin to be with my family. No offense to my mom’s cooking, but Reese’s pussy wins. I could stay between her legs all damn night. And well, it’s an ego boost to have her calling my name as I lap up her orgasm.

 

“Okay, naked… now. I have a condom in my purse.” Reese breathlessly commanded, pointing to where she left her bag.

 

I wasn’t moving fast enough as she sat up, yanked my sweater, and started kissing me to unbutton my shirt. Well, here goes nothing. If she finds my not-a-dad dad bod to be a turnoff, at least I got a meal out of this and will be hearing her moaning my name for months in my sleep.

 

Once she got my sweater and shirt off, her hand trailed down my chest, toying with my chest hair as she reached for my belt. I helped her undress me as I could, letting my worries about her reaction to me naked fall to the wayside, eager to hear her moaning name again and feel her cum on my cock.

 

“I don’t see why you’re so shy. Nothing wrong with your body.” Reese licked her lips, pulling back to take a look at me.

 

I wanted to argue, but then I mentally slapped myself. You don’t argue with a Goddess. Besides, the words would have fallen flat as my mouth went dry, watching her naked body as she went to see if she had a condom in her purse.

 

“Yes! I still have two in here, and they are still good.” Reese exclaimed, holding up two condoms as she returned to the chaise.

 

Well, shit, this is going to happen. I groaned into Reese’s lips as she kissed me again while putting the condom on me. All I was thinking as she climbed into my lap, lowering herself onto me, was, ‘Please, God, let this chaise hold and this not to be some dream.’

 

“Oh... Don. You’ve more than exceeded my expectations.” Reese moaned as her nails dug slightly into my shoulder as she rode me.

 

“Fuck, Reese. Not how I thought I’d spend tonight. But damn happy it is.” I moaned, squeezing her ass, helping her set a rhythm.

 

And despite some creaks that made us pause, the chaise held through her, riding me hard and fast to our mutual orgasms. I left her on the chaise while putting my boxers on and threw out the condom in the kitchen. She was wearing my button-down when I returned, holding the second condom.

 

“Are any other rooms in this place finished?” She smirked.

 

“Um… yes. My bedroom. But um, maybe give me fifteen or twenty before round two.” I huffed.

 

“Then lead the way.” Reese laughed, taking my hand and leading me to the stairs in the foyer.

 

I can’t believe this is happening, but who am I to argue. So I led Reese to my bedroom. The original floor plan only had one full bath, but I took over what was originally a sewing nook with a balcony to expand the bedroom I wanted and built out a new full bath and closet.

 

“This is gorgeous.” Reese gasped, looking around the room.

 

Like the sitting room, I kept to all-era-appropriate decor. I like the aesthetics of that era, and that furniture was built to last. I smiled as Reese let my shirt drop as she crawled onto the bed.

 

“If you tell me you made all this, I’m going from impressed to in awe.” She laughed.

 

“Not all of it. I don’t have that much free time. Just the nightstands. The rest was a set I found at the same estate sale as the furniture in the sitting room.” I shrugged and got into bed with her.

 

“So not quite in awe, but damn close. Now get over here. I think we can spend that recovery time you mentioned doing more than appreciating furnishing.” Reese smirked, pulling me into a kiss.

 

Two rounds of sex after a long dry spell? Yeah, I was done for. I was spent, and so was she as she fell asleep while I threw out the condom. I didn’t try to wake her. I admired the view for a moment before getting in bed with her. How many chances will I have to sleep with a Goddess in my bed?