The answer was in her eyes. Under his gaze, she felt like she couldn’t hide. Couldn’t pretend to be too shy or too reserved. No wit to camouflage or delay her desire to be closer. Her slight nod was confirmation. She felt his chest move closer against her back. His arms slipped through hers and wrapped around her waist. She set her phone on the floor and brought her hands on top of his that were brought together at her stomach. She got what she and her body wanted. The warmth of him. The breath that he exhaled. The fresh smell of him. No cologne. The nook that he made with his body for her to relax.
His eyes never left her face. He knew she was thinking. Maybe contemplating. Then, he saw the nod. Watched her relax. Her scent brought him closer. When he exhaled, he waited for her eyes to meet his. He held them. Tightened his embrace a little more. When she took a breath and released a breath, slightly lifting her chin in the process, he took the opportunity to close the gap between them.
His kiss was firm and yet soft. Her body shifted in attempt to get closer. They shared an exhale of relief. She pecked. Lingered. Pecked. She could taste him. Feel him. Hear him. But he still felt too far. She brought a hand up to the back of his neck and pulled him closer as she pressed forward. A charge between them surged and his hands found the tail of his shirt on her smaller frame. Her body twisted again for a better angle. She released his neck and let her hands roam. Feeling through the fabric of his clothing, she ran her fingers over his solid back and torso. He touched flesh. Moved up her stomach until the tips of his fingers brushed the soft curve of her breasts. He paused.
“Keep going,” she whimpered.
Her body made more room as she bit and pulled his bottom lip. He groaned into her kiss that followed, his hand continuing their path. Her breast was a perfect fit in his palm. He massaged and ran a thumb across her nipple. Pinched lightly. She made the sound again. He pulled back from her mouth to find her eyes. “I’m trying to control myself,” they both took a breath. His expression was calm but his heart matched her rapid pulse. Pupils dilated. He pulled his hand from underneath the shirt.
His chest rose with a deep inhale. Their lips hovered close to one another’s. She felt a long, controlled exhale release from his nostrils.
“I don’t want you to,” she admitted. She adjusted, realizing that she was now standing on her knees. She sat down, pulling her legs from under her body and relaxed them on either side of him nearly wrapping them around his waist. She scooted forward. He assisted her by moving in closer and stretching his legs to cradle them. His arms wrapped around her. It was an intimate face-to-face position on the floor that somehow felt familiar between them.
He searched her eyes, leaning forward to place his forehead against hers. “I want you to be sure. I know this is a … unique situation, but I want you to know we don’t have to rush anything,” he paused. “You have my attention and it’s not solely on account of how sexy you are.”
She smirked. “I understand that we don’t have to rush. Thank you for affirming that,” she pulled her head back and brought her arms around his neck. “You have my permission to do whatever you want under a few conditions.”
He smiled, intrigued. “I’m listening,”
“Know that I don’t care who you are - you’re going to drop everything—,”
“Everything, just to listen to me whine about or celebrate my day whenever I call.”
“You laugh, but I’m serious,” she watched him, smiling. “Even if you’re bored, I’d never know because you’ll enthusiastically respond and try your best to make me feel like the only woman in the world,” she raised her chin. “And know that I expect you to be gentle when you can’t.”
“Know that this is new for me and that I’m giving myself permission to do this—,”
“This,” she assured. “Preferably not here on the floor,” she smiled, but it dissolved. “—and know that while I talk a big game, I’m actually really nervous and wished you’d shut me up.”
He kept his eyes on hers. “I have conditions too,”
An eyebrow arched. She waited. He smirked. She laughed, “I’m listening.”
“You have to talk to me,” he fingered at the tail of fabric at her lower back to reach flesh. “Continue to speak your mind and tell me what you like, what you need,” the tip of his middle finger traced the spelling of a word against her soft skin. “And you have to let me escort you tonight, and to dinner before you and Meghan head out,” he traced another.
She listened to both his fingers and his words.
She laughed. “Agreed.” His finger stopped on the letter P. Her eyes searched the ceiling. “Do people do that anymore?”
His eyebrows raised in surprise that she had actually managed to follow the spelling of the word on her back. “My parents seem to think it still has its place,”
“It certainly does. Though, you do realize what the end goal to that is, of course?”
“Of course,” his eyes were serious but there was a hint of a smile in them.
“You’re inviting me into territory that I—and you—may not be able to get ourselves out of,”
He smiled. “Sounds like a plan,”
“What inspired this thought?”
“We don’t know each other, Chad—,” she narrowed her eyes. “Can I even call you Chad?
“I guess this means we have to take things slowly,”
“Mhmm,” he watched her close her eyes shut. “Your choice,”
“You said to talk to you and tell you what I need,” her eyes opened.
“Sometimes, I don’t have the words,” her fingers grazed the semi-erected print in his pants as she adjusted. Her eyes bulged at the accidental contact and she looked embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—,”
“Get comfortable, you’re good,” he assured, ignoring the pleasure he felt at the sudden contact. He focused on her words. “You were saying,”
She relaxed and held back a smile. “How do you tell a stranger what you need?”
His eyebrow lifted. He moved. In one swift movement, he was up and helping her to her feet. She straightened the shirt and large sweats. “Let’s try this again,” his voice brought her eyes back to him. Then, down at his extended hand. She eased hers into his firm palm.
They shock each other’s hand like two strangers would. Then, shared a laugh.
“Sometimes the best listeners are strangers,” he eyed her to wait on a reaction. She looked at him with amused confusion. “You don’t remember saying that to me last night, do you?”
She closed her eyes and pierced her lips, shaking her head in embarrassment. “Tell me I didn’t start running my mouth?”
He grinned. She opened her eyes. “No,” she yanked her hand from his as he laughed. “I’m afraid of what I might have said,”
“Let’s just say, for me, you’re no longer a stranger,”
She palmed her face. “Spare me, please. I don’t even want to know,”
His grin softened and he stepped closer. His hand came to hers, pulling it down from her face. She opened her eyes. She liked the feeling of him being close. Felt more safe than sexual. She relaxed again. His eyes made her smile. He held on to her hand as it lowered between them.
“Okay, I give in - what did I say,”
She rolled her eyes. “Yes, and hurry before I change my mind,”
He laughed. “Well,” his grin teased at her anticipation. “After sniffing me,”
She gasped. “I did not,” she laughed.
He nodded. “More than twice,”
She let go of his hand to palm her face again. He grabbed it, gently pulling it back again.
He waited for her eyes to meet his. “And after a little small talk, you were an open book,”
He frowned. “Not exactly. There’s more I’d like to know and experience with you,” his eyes lowered but he didn’t let them linger. He didn’t want to solely make a suggestive remark.
She watched him closely. The soft gaze of his eyes made her feel sexy and hyper aware of her own presence. When she moved, his eyes gently followed. She giggled, reminded of watching him in interviews. He had such an intensely fearless way with eye contact.
“And there’s one thing,” he continued. “One thing that you shared with me that made me want to be standing here whenever you had a clearer head,”
“And that was,” she braced herself. “If you have any inclination that it’ll be embarrassing, no need to repeat it—,”
“You admitted you were exhausted,”
“From school, work,” he kept the gap between them but watched her. “And with missing your mother.”
Her eyes dropped. She was partly embarrassed. More ashamed of her intoxication. “People say a lot of things when they’re intoxicated,” she dismissed. “I’m fine,” when she looked up, she was smiling.
He was not. “You told me to stay with you. Keep you safe,” his expression did not change. More unreadable now than she thought was ever possible.
She laughed nervously. “Whoa, I was pushing it,”
“With your willingness, I wouldn’t mind,”
She chuckled. “Don’t be absurd. I was intoxicated. You are not responsible for me, my choices or things that have happened that were out of my control.”
He didn’t stop watching her. She was nervous. Mostly embarrassed. Unsure.
He smiled. “You want to say yes,”
“What,” she eyed him as if he had insulted her.
“You want to say yes but you’re too prideful—and sober—to admit it.”
She pushed against his chest, but it only seemed to bring them closer. He closed the gap, brought his mouth barely an inch from hers. He inhaled a faint trail of Chanel perfume.
She didn’t avoid his eyes. “Anyone ever tell you that you have the smallest big ears ever seen. Like, how is that combination even possible,”
He smirked, holding back a laugh. “You have one dimple, how is that possible,”
“You’re rude,” she laughed, pushing him again. He held back his laughter, standing his ground. “I love my one dimple,”
“I love it too. I think it’s sexy, but you insulted my ears,” his voice went up an octave like he was really hurt. She laughed. “Now you’re laughing in my face,” he stepped closer. She stepped back, covering her mouth with her hand as she kept laughing. He watched her, shook his head. “Heartless,”
“I am not,” she followed his eyes as he stepped forward. This time, she met his movement. “Yes,”
His eyebrows lifted. “Yes?”
She smiled, nodded. “Yes,”
“Everything,” she stood on the tips of her toes to try being at eye level.
She laughed, biting on her bottom lip when it succumbed.
“For today, rebook your flight?”
His hand came to hers. “May I,”
In the bedroom, he escorted her to the bed and she didn’t let go of his hand right away. He felt her firm clasp and he adjusted his so that his fingers slipped through hers. They stood hand-in-hand for a moment before either one of them spoke.
“What’s taking us so long to do this,”
He took the invitation and brought hands to her waist, lifting her. With her arms around his neck, she wrapped her legs tight around his waist and brought him down with her when he tried to lay her down. She felt him try to stand up straight. She twisted her hips to bring him back to her and pressed against his erection as her lips covered his. He groaned against her eagerness. This time, their kiss was not as soft. They could feel each other desperate to get closer. When she tightened her grip and pressed against him more, he rocked himself back, taking her with him. She held on tight, pulling back to meet his eyes. He took a step back.
He kept walking with her wrapped around him.
She watched him pull open the drawer near the bed. Without looking, his fingers found what they were searching for. Then, let it go. He brought an empty hand to her chin, gently turned her head to face his. “Talk to me,”
She frowned. Uncertain what he meant. “I—Our bodies were making themselves very clear,” she laughed, but it wasn’t confident.
He watched her closely, helping her adjust on her feet as her legs slid from around his waist.
“Lay down,” he instructed. Straight face. Even voice. She did as told.
“Why is your bed so tall,” she giggled. They held each other’s eyes as he met her, stopping her before she could scoot up onto the bed. His hands came to her torso as he brought his mouth next to her ear. She anticipated on him saying something. Instead, she felt his lips press gently against her neck. Then again. Further up. The sound he made in her ear was not a groan or a whisper. It was a sound that blended subtly with her whimper in response to the sudden lick of his tongue and bite on her earlobe. She had not noticed that he had slipped down the sweats until his hands were guiding her legs and feet to step out of them. His fingers were firm. They warmed her skin wherever he touched. When he assisted her onto the bed, she finally heard him groan.
“Your perfume,” it was a whisper near her ear this time, before he stood up straight peering down at her, standing between her legs as she laid back on her elbows.
“Sniffing me, Mr. Boseman,” she brought her hands behind her head in satisfaction and relaxed.
He smiled. Keeping his eyes on hers, his fingers trailed her thighs, hooked behind her knees and pulled her forward. Without panties, her clit pressed against the fabric that blocked his erection. Rubbing his erection over her bare pussy, he groaned again. She reached for him. He helped her set up.
They shared a patient kiss.
“Relax,” while he watched her lay back, his right hand slipped under the t-shirt as the other stayed behind her knee. She pressed and squirmed against his erection. Her movements made him imagine what it would feel like if the tip of his penis were playing with the entrance of wet flesh and slipping inside of her with a quick and even thrust. And another while he played with her clit. He reminded himself to be patient. He played with her nipple and applied pressure to her breast. He thought he felt something harden against his caress but before he could get another grip, frustrated with the fabric, she set up and pulled the shirt over her head. “Hmm,” he was surprised, returning her smile. Her breasts were full, and somehow between the friction against his erection and the thoughts in his mind, it had not fully occurred to him that her nipples were pierced. He didn’t remember noticing in the dark when she stripped, complaining of being hot. Though, he had immediately covered her then anyway.
“It’s rude to stare,” she teased, still smiling.
“Evalyn,” his eyes were hooded but still had that invasive look like he knew all her secrets.
He didn’t continue with words. Instead, he slipped off his sneakers as she helped with his pants. Stepping out of them and tossing his shirt, he joined her on the bed, pulling her to him. With her back against his chest, he placed his nose and mouth against her neck beneath her ear. Pulled a blanket over them. Wrapped his arms around her. He felt her body relax. Listened to her breathe.
Under the blanket, she felt his right arm lower. The warmth of his hand massaged her breasts, down her stomach, fingered her thighs, circles in her inner thigh near her pussy. Her legs widened between his in anticipation. His first touch was four fingers gently rubbing over her. She was warm. Wet. He took his time. Pressed against her clit. She squirmed, feeling herself rise and fall with his chest as he took in and released a breath. His back supported them against the headboard. He kept his mouth close to her ear. Made sure she could hear any sound he made. The closeness made her reach back and turn her head so that she could kiss him. When his lips pressed against hers, he slipped a finger inside of her while pressing his hand against her clit. She gasped and he licked her parted lips. Naturally, her tongue found his as her lower body lifted to push his fingers deeper. When his mouth disappeared, she whined and squirmed. He was adjusting himself, guiding her to lie back as he lowered and brought his lips down to kiss her. His eyes held hers as he kissed her between her legs again. This time, flickering out his tongue to tease her clit. Her hips rotated. He watched a frown of pleasure pull at her arched brows. He cupped her ass to keep her steady and licked again. Kissed. Sucked. Keeping a steady pace, he slid his tongue through her wet lips and rested his attention on her clit. Where he had been gentle before, his tongue suddenly flickered fast strokes that made her lift her lower body closer. Without her conscious doing, her hand came to his head to keep him there. His warm tongue kept teasing at her clit in fast strokes. Stopped only by a slurpy kiss as he tasted her. Then, his tongue was back. Quick and repetitive. She felt her body move and squirm. He held her in place so that she couldn’t remove the tension. It grew between her legs. His tongue kept moving. Her stomach. Flickered, sucked. She squirmed. Whimpered. He kept her in place.
“Chad,” her voice was a soft plea.
He moaned against her pussy. His breath kissed her clit before his tongue returned. He wasn’t going to stop until she finished. Releasing her ass, he brought a hand between her legs while still licking her clit. His fingers played with her wet pussy before slipping inside of her. She was making noises she couldn’t control… Should this be continued???
“No,” she was smiling, but she was serious. “I prefer my first kisses after an amazing date, Mr. Boseman,”
He chuckled. Surprised, but not disappointed. “First?”
Her eyebrows raised. “Did we kiss at any point last night?”
He stalled, for suspense. Then smiled. “No.”
She bumped him with her left shoulder. The motion brought their faces closer.
“I was asking which date—first… second?” Their faces remained close but he didn’t adjust. Neither did she.
“Maybe the second or third. Or—yes, the first,” she nodded. “All depends,” she searched the ceiling. “Though, thank you,” she gripped his jaw with her right hand, and held his stare. “May I?”
His eyes lowered when she licked her lips. He nodded. She leaned in, shifting his face as she planted a kiss on his cheek. “MuuAH,” she exaggerated, pulling back. Winked.
She set forward as he assisted her to her feet, watching her closely. He held on to her as he winced. “What’s wrong,” she eyed him with concern.
He shook his head. “I’m good,”
“Foot fall asleep,” she teased, watching him closely.
He nodded, smiling. He glared down at her. She was completely engulfed in his clothes, appearing smaller in size and height.
“You know,” she looked him from head to toe and back up. “While I am easily,” her eyebrows raised. “Easily—attracted to you and no matter how many times I’ve watched your movies,” he smiled. She continued, “And no matter that I woke up half naked across the country in your place, I still don’t know you,” her arms folded across her chest. “What are we going to do about that?”
“What do you enjoy most when you’re not on press tours or movie sets,”
His eyebrow arched. “Do you really want to know know?”
“Why must we stop there? I don’t just want to know. I want to do it.”
“Hmm,” he smiled. “Let’s…”
Should this be continued???
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