days. If we have some great sex along the way, then that’s a bonus. Ahuge, awesome bonus. ”
She nodded, getting where I was going. I wondered if she knew what I meant. If I only knew what she was thinking?
“I mean, don’t you feel like we’ve been pulled and stretched so thin over the last few years? I’m ready for some of that pressure to slip away for a minute, even if things are waiting for us when we get back.”
Blake ran an open hand over my chest and her fingers rubbed back and forth over my tattoo.
She said, “I know exactly what you mean.”
I sat up on my elbows, bringing our faces closer together. “Are you sure? I don’t want you thinking anything negative. Got that?”
Her eyes said she did. She appeared relieved, like she’d wanted someone to say that or give her the chance to relax for a few days.
“Got it,” she confirmed and then she leaned in and kissed me. “We’re taking baby steps. I like it.”
I was going to rock her world with this new and improved Casey and then I was going to rock her world with my tongue, my fingers, and my cock.
Baby steps.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
BABY STEPS.
For us, the concept was almost comical. We’d either barreled head first, or taken our sweet-ass time. The thought of us taking our time and being cautious was kind of funny. I wasn’t exactly sure what he’d meant, but he sounded like he knew what he was talking about. And honestly, if he wanted to put the brakes on things, all it did was make me want him more. Who knew that was even possible?
It wasn’t only his body I sought, it was his company. I wanted both, but sadly, time hadn’t always been on our side. And when we were against the wall, time wise—well frankly, I was usually against a wall with him inside me. Our chemistry always monopolized our minutes. Here, we didn’t have to be desperate. Amongst everything else at the incredibly lavish hotel, we had the beautiful new luxury of time.
Also, this new and improved Casey was showing me he was taking this seriously. Taking steps in our relationship with care, to protect it. Hell if that didn’t turn me on, too.
He’d chosen the dress I wore. “I like this one,” he said from the bed as I put lotion on in front of him. If he was trying restraint on for size, then I was going to test it. He could tell me to do anything and I’d do it. It was a paradox: my need for independence and my desire to hand pieces of it over to him. It had almost always been like that; he just never took advantage of my instinctual surrender to him.
My mind.
My body.
My heart.
They were all merely puppets waiting for their turn to be played with by him. I’d never handed more than some of my body and mind over to Grant. Mainly because he didn’t understand me. He didn’t know where to find the rest and I never had a soul thirsty need to show him. With Casey, he looked for every part of me. I trusted him with all three.
We walked through the restaurant, which was the size of a small ballroom. It was incredible how tall the ceilings were in the Bella Flechazo. Music played quietly, a guitarist and a pianist. The chatter of cheerful conversations soaked into my ears as we walked to a table that was close to the small dance floor.
I’d always loved dancing with him.
The first night. The night in Georgia. The little we danced on the pier in Chicago one hot summer night so long ago. All of those times that once seemed not so long ago, now seemed like eons past.
“Hermosa jovencita,” the maître d’ said politely to me as he pulled out my chair. Then he tipped his head to Casey and said, “Señor.” As soon as I began to sit, so did my date. He had some manners, that guy.
Then I thought about it and realized that this might actually be our first real date. Like a real date. My heart almost climbed up my neck and out of my mouth to do cartwheels at the thought. But after a moment, I decided not. We’d had many dates and sweeping them under
She nodded, getting where I was going. I wondered if she knew what I meant. If I only knew what she was thinking?
“I mean, don’t you feel like we’ve been pulled and stretched so thin over the last few years? I’m ready for some of that pressure to slip away for a minute, even if things are waiting for us when we get back.”
Blake ran an open hand over my chest and her fingers rubbed back and forth over my tattoo.
She said, “I know exactly what you mean.”
I sat up on my elbows, bringing our faces closer together. “Are you sure? I don’t want you thinking anything negative. Got that?”
Her eyes said she did. She appeared relieved, like she’d wanted someone to say that or give her the chance to relax for a few days.
“Got it,” she confirmed and then she leaned in and kissed me. “We’re taking baby steps. I like it.”
I was going to rock her world with this new and improved Casey and then I was going to rock her world with my tongue, my fingers, and my cock.
Baby steps.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
BABY STEPS.
For us, the concept was almost comical. We’d either barreled head first, or taken our sweet-ass time. The thought of us taking our time and being cautious was kind of funny. I wasn’t exactly sure what he’d meant, but he sounded like he knew what he was talking about. And honestly, if he wanted to put the brakes on things, all it did was make me want him more. Who knew that was even possible?
It wasn’t only his body I sought, it was his company. I wanted both, but sadly, time hadn’t always been on our side. And when we were against the wall, time wise—well frankly, I was usually against a wall with him inside me. Our chemistry always monopolized our minutes. Here, we didn’t have to be desperate. Amongst everything else at the incredibly lavish hotel, we had the beautiful new luxury of time.
Also, this new and improved Casey was showing me he was taking this seriously. Taking steps in our relationship with care, to protect it. Hell if that didn’t turn me on, too.
He’d chosen the dress I wore. “I like this one,” he said from the bed as I put lotion on in front of him. If he was trying restraint on for size, then I was going to test it. He could tell me to do anything and I’d do it. It was a paradox: my need for independence and my desire to hand pieces of it over to him. It had almost always been like that; he just never took advantage of my instinctual surrender to him.
My mind.
My body.
My heart.
They were all merely puppets waiting for their turn to be played with by him. I’d never handed more than some of my body and mind over to Grant. Mainly because he didn’t understand me. He didn’t know where to find the rest and I never had a soul thirsty need to show him. With Casey, he looked for every part of me. I trusted him with all three.
We walked through the restaurant, which was the size of a small ballroom. It was incredible how tall the ceilings were in the Bella Flechazo. Music played quietly, a guitarist and a pianist. The chatter of cheerful conversations soaked into my ears as we walked to a table that was close to the small dance floor.
I’d always loved dancing with him.
The first night. The night in Georgia. The little we danced on the pier in Chicago one hot summer night so long ago. All of those times that once seemed not so long ago, now seemed like eons past.
“Hermosa jovencita,” the maître d’ said politely to me as he pulled out my chair. Then he tipped his head to Casey and said, “Señor.” As soon as I began to sit, so did my date. He had some manners, that guy.
Then I thought about it and realized that this might actually be our first real date. Like a real date. My heart almost climbed up my neck and out of my mouth to do cartwheels at the thought. But after a moment, I decided not. We’d had many dates and sweeping them under
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