Watching Her (3 page)

He came back to me and cupped my face. “You are
amazing, gorgeous. And I can’t wait to see you again.” He kissed me again,
softer this time. He pressed his forehead against mine. “I will call or text
you tomorrow.” He grabbed his coat and headed out the door before I could even
say goodbye.

My heart was pounding. He was so amazing.
And sexy.
Oh my god, if he hadn’t left, I so would have
slept with him. I had to text Jillian.

He just left. But he kissed me. And it was AMAZING!!

Yay! When will you see him again?

Not sure. He’s going to call or text tomorrow.
I knew a silly grin was
plastered on my face.

So happy for you, Lizzie!

Thanks!
Gnite
!

Nite
!

Sighing, I turned off the music and lights in the
kitchen. I was exhausted but still so wired. Stripping naked, I slid between
the cool sheets of my bed. All I could think about was Brett’s kiss and the way
his body felt against mine. No man had ever affected me the way he did.

What would those hands feel like all over my body?
Or those lips?
I shuddered and moved my hand down my body,
pausing to tease my nipples. I imagined Brett’s hands on my body, his fingers
working my nipples into tight peaks. Gasping, I arched slightly off the bed. Spreading
my legs, I slid a finger along my slit. A moan escaped my lips when I felt how
wet and swollen my sex was.

I continued to explore my folds, dipping my fingers
in and out of my wetness. I continued to tease my nipple pinching the tight
buds. All I could think about as I touched myself was Brett’s fingers in me,
his mouth on me, him fucking me. My body bowed off the bed as I tensed. Calling
out his name, I exploded, coming hard, my juices flooding my hand.

Oh my god, what has this man done to me? Never ever have I
had to get myself off after a
date.

I rolled over in bed, breathless. Glancing at my
phone, I saw I had missed a text from Brett.

Had a great time tonight gorgeous. Sweet dreams.

I felt warm all over again. I groaned. Even just a
text from him set me on edge again. I had it bad. Already.

Had a great time too. Thank you.

I threw my pillow over my head and groaned.
Boy, did I have it bad for this guy!

Chapter 4

The next week passed by in a whirlwind. Brett and I
talked all the time on the phone and via text. Work was still crazy-busy with
my boss piling on more and more work. I managed to get away a few times to see
Brett, meeting him for lunch.

On Saturday night, we went to a dinner and a movie,
ending the night in a serious make-out session on my couch. This time it was me
that stopped us from going further. It wasn’t because I didn’t want to, but I
was nervous. I told him I had to get up early to meet my family for church. He
left without an argument, promising to call me the next day.

To be completely honest with myself, I was terrified
to sleep with him. I was pretty sure he’d been with a ton of beautiful women
who were way more experienced than I was and knew how to pleasure him. I could
count on one hand the number of guys I had been with. I could count on one hand
how many times I had given a guy a blow job. I didn’t want to be a
disappointment to him.

We met for lunch again the following Monday. He had
packed a picnic and met me at the park. We ate and enjoyed the beautiful
weather, making small-talk. During a lull in our conversation, he turned to me.

“Are you seeing someone else?” He sat up nervously.

“Oh god no,” I was slightly amused that he was
worried that I was seeing someone other than him.

He took my hand, brushing his thumb over the
knuckles. “Good. I was just wondering. I mean, we have all these lunch dates,
which I love, but I want to be alone, at my place or yours.” His eyes smoldered
with desire as he looked into mine. “I want you, Lizzie.”

Shaking my head, I felt my face get warm with
embarrassment.

I sighed and let go of his hand. “I’ll be honest,
Brett. I like you. A lot. And I am crazy attracted to you. But - “

“Are you afraid to sleep with me?”

Shaking my head, I felt my face get warm with
embarrassment.

I sat up, totally taken aback. “What?”
Could this man read my mind?
Swallowing hard, I couldn’t
believe I was going to admit this. “Brett, you are unlike any guy I have ever
dated. You are the opposite - exciting and funny and you make my blood boil
like no one ever has, but I have very little experience.
In
the bedroom.
I’m scared I will disappoint you.”

He threw his head back and laughed. “Oh gorgeous, is
that all?”

I nodded and he leaned forward to kiss my forehead. “Baby,
I haven’t been with many women really, and honestly? None of them have ever
made me feel like you do.” He cupped my face. “You make me feel like I am going
to come undone every time I am around you. All I want to do is touch you and
kiss you. It’s not even just about the sex. I just want to feel you, be close
to you.” He kissed my lips softly. “I think you are amazing.”

Reaching up, I touched his hand. “Really?”

He smiled, nodding. “Really. And besides, it might
be fun to teach you what I like.” He leaned in close, “I have a feeling there’s
a kinky girl in there just waiting to get out. I want to be the one to unleash
it.” I could feel his lips on my ears as he spoke, and my panties were
instantly wet at his words. My heart raced as I clutched him with my other
hand.

Just then his phone rang. “Shit, I’m sorry baby. I
have to take this.” He pulled away, answering his phone.

I was in a daze, not really hearing him as he spoke.
I cursed the crowd around us silently because right now, I wanted nothing more
than to attack Brett here on the picnic blanket. So he thought deep down I was
kinky?
Really?
I wonder why?

He hung up the phone, sighing. “Baby, I have to go. I’m
needed at the shop.” He rubbed my thigh, his touch sending bolts of desire to
my core.

I looked at my phone and realized I needed to get
back to the office anyway. I’d have to ask him later why he thought deep down I
was kinky. “That’s ok. Are we on for tonight?”

He nodded. “Yep. Do you want to go out or stay in?”

“I think I would rather stay in,” I murmured,
covering his hand with mine.

His already dark eyes were almost black now with
desire. Nodding, he kissed me gently. “I’ll see you at six?”

“Yep. See you then.”

We went our separate ways. For the rest of the
afternoon, I couldn’t concentrate at all. My clothes felt too tight, and I kept
squirming in my seat. Tonight was going to be the night. Jillian was out of
town for work, so I couldn’t even get a pep-talk from her. I knew I was being
silly. After all, I was thirty years old and most certainly not a virgin.

But why did I feel so much like one?

Chapter 5

I arrived promptly at Brett’s apartment at six that
night. Dave tried to get me to stay late do another report for him, but I told
him that I absolutely couldn’t. I was really getting tired of the way he
treated me. The look on his face had been priceless as I walked out my office
past him.

Since Brett and I weren’t going out, I figured
casual was fine, dressing in my favorite jeans and a t-shirt. Underneath I had
on a black, lacy bra and black thong that was already soaked from the
anticipation of what was going to happen tonight.

I was about to knock on the door when Brett opened
it. “Hey, gorgeous!” He pulled me in for a long kiss. By the time he was done,
I was breathless.

“Keep that up and we won’t eat.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I plan on eating plenty tonight.” He
winked at me, and I almost swooned. I’d never had a guy perform oral sex on me,
much less come right out and tell me that he was going to.

Taking me by the hand, he led me to the kitchen. On
the table was an amazing spread - salad, lasagna, garlic bread. Wine and
candles completed the table. “Wow, I had no idea you could do all this.”

He pulled me to him so I could feel his erection
against my thigh. “You have no idea what I can all do, baby.” His lips brushed
mine. “But you are going to find out.”

I shuddered in his arms. “Stop,” I whispered, my
voice thick with desire. “I’m not going make it through dinner.”

“That’s the plan, gorgeous.” Picking me up, he
carried me over to his couch. Setting me down gently, he moved between my legs,
settling on top of me. He leaned down, kissing me until I was grinding my hips
into his. “Not yet, baby,” he whispered as his lips moved down my neck,
slipping his hand under my t-shirt to cup my breast.

I whimpered, arching underneath him. He groaned,
sliding off of me to stand up. Taking my hand, he pulled me off the couch to
stand in front of him.

“Why did you stop?” Did I do something wrong?

He reached for me, his hand on the back of my head,
pressing his forehead to mine. “Fuck baby, you are so fucking sexy. I want you
so bad.” His other hand came up, his fingers touching my lips swollen from his
kisses, trailing to the whisker burn on my face and neck.

I reached for him. “Then take me.”

He growled, “Not yet. I want to look at you first.”

I suddenly felt so self-conscious. I had never had
sex in the light or had a guy really look at my naked body. Sex for me had
always occurred at night, in the dark, between the sheets of the bed.

He must have noticed my hesitation. “Baby, you are
so gorgeous. I just want to see you. Take off your shirt for me.” I couldn’t
refuse him when he talked like that.

I slipped my t-shirt off over my head. “Now your
jeans.”

I unbuttoned my jeans, sliding them down my legs,
stepping out of them. “Fuck baby,” I heard him mutter under his breath.

His words were like fuel to my fire, and I reached
out for him again.

“No, not yet. Take off the rest, please.”

Reaching behind me, I undid my bra, sliding it down
my arms and throwing it to the floor He sucked in a breath. As he licked his
lips, all I could think about was him using his tongue on me, all over me. My
nipples instantly hardened and ached for his touch.

“Now the thong.” His voice was rough, almost a
whisper. I could see the affect I was having on him, and I no longer felt so
shy. I slid the thong down so he could see my freshly-waxed sex. He smiled and
slid his finger over my pubic bone. “You should let me put a tattoo right
there.”

Shivering at his touch, I laughed at his words.
“Seriously? Right there? Of what?”

He touched the spot again causing me to fight back a
moan. “How about ‘Brett’s’?”

This time a sound escaped my mouth. Why did the
thought of being owned by him almost make me come instantly? I was an
independent woman who could take care of herself. The idea of being Brett’s
just seemed right for some reason.
 

He kissed me hard, his hands in my hair, holding me
tight to him. When the kiss ended, both of us were panting, out of breath. “Go
sit on the couch. Spread your legs for me. I want to look at you.”

I hesitated. He couldn’t be serious.

“Do it. Now,” he muttered against my ear.

No one had ever told me what to do in the bedroom. The
way he seemed to take charge during sex only made me hotter. I felt my juices
seep from my wet pussy, wondering if he noticed too.

I sat on the couch, spreading my legs for him. He
sat on a chair across from me, just out of reach. He had removed his t-shirt
but kept his jeans on. All I could think about were his sexy tattoos and strong
arms. Then I noticed - his nipples were pierced!  All I could think about
was running my tongue over them.