3 BOOK BUNDLE "Her Last Love Affair", "Her Last Love Affair: Breathing Without You" AND "Her Last Love Affair: The Final Journey" (7 page)

First Love

T
o Allie’s delight, Reece was still the force of
energy, fun and life he always had been. Although they’d originally planned to
just have a casual dinner, they had ended up going on to a club, drinking
several cocktails and dancing into the wee hours. It was almost two o’clock in
the morning when they arrived, hand-in-hand at her apartment door.

“Well,” he sighed, releasing his hold on her and placing his
palm on the wall. “I haven’t had a night like that in a while.”

“I don’t believe you,” Allie muttered good-humoredly,
fumbling with her key in the lock.

“I’m serious,” he insisted, smiling in a way that prompted
tiny wrinkles to appear at the corners of his eyes. “You’re a bad influence.”

“Ha,” Allie exhaled. “You remember that time we had a date
for the movies and you didn’t get me home until after midnight?” she asked. “I
was grounded for a month.”

“Well, there you are,” he quickly responded, lifting the
index finger of his right hand to emphasize his point. “I was with you that
night, too. Bad influence!”

Allie turned to face him fully, leaning her right shoulder
against the door. She hummed a sarcastic ‘yes’, as her eyes moved up his six
foot frame.

“Of course,” he said, turning suddenly more serious. “As I
recall,” he added thoughtfully, his index finger moving to trace the curve of
Allie’s waist. “We never actually went to the movies that night.”

“No,” Allie agreed, her tongue quickly stroking over her
lips, as she anticipated his next move.

“Do you ever think about it?” he asked, his finger slowly
stroking up and down her side from her hip until it reached just beneath her
breast.

 “How could I forget?” she countered, feeling her cheeks
flush with heat. She wasn’t sure whether the blush was caused by the subtle,
unbelievably sensual movement of his finger or the memory of losing her
virginity to him.

 Pausing as the tip of his finger reached the waistband of
her jeans, Reece swept his digit almost absent-mindedly towards her naval. “Did
I ever thank you?” he asked, watching the movement of his own hand with great
interest.

“For what?” Allie asked, trying to keep her voice even,
while Reece’s gently explorative touch caused every muscle in her body to
tremble.

Leaning forwards and dipping his tall frame, Reece placed
his mouth a mere breath from hers. “For letting me be the one,” he explained.
“For giving that gift to me.”

His breath was intoxicating and it had little to do with the
scent of the mojitos he’d drunk. Allie heard his words, as though they had been
spoken some distance away. At that moment, the central focus of all her senses
was just how near he was. On some subconscious level, she must have registered
his words though, because the gratitude seemed incongruous, almost laughable to
her.

Allie remembered well, the year she’d dated Reece; the
patience he’d shown, the way he’d never pushed things further than she was
willing to go. And she vividly remembered the night she’d been ready; the care
he’d taken, his gentle reassurances, the unhurried way he’d prepared her for
him and the almost reverent way he’d treated her body.

As the months and years passed, and she’d discussed ‘first
times’ with girlfriends, she realized how lucky she’d been to have a night so
memorable for the right reasons.

“Thank you,” Reece whispered, nudging her from her thoughts.

“Thank you,” she echoed.

Slowly, Reece leaned closer and Allie held her breath in
anticipation. But, just before their lips came together, he changed course.
Grazing his rugged cheek across hers, he pressed a kiss against her cheekbone.
During the three weeks of Allie’s sexual liberation, that one innocent kiss was
arguably the most erotic moment yet. It didn’t seem to suggest or promise
anything. To a casual observer, it might even have looked platonic. However,
Allie drew in a shaky breath, as her upper body was silently drawn to his. She
nestled against his warm chest, which was covered in a light blue, cotton
shirt.

“Well,” he sighed, suddenly righting himself. “I guess, I
better get going.”

Allie fixed her eyes on his much darker ones. “You don’t
have to,” she said huskily, finding her throat dry. Placing her palm on his
sternum, she ran her hand down the center of his shirt, before pausing over his
abdomen. There, her fingers could feel the firm, taut muscles beneath. As she
gently stroked that hard washboard stomach, she felt him involuntarily twitch.

“Don’t…umm,” he paused, clearing his throat as he tried to
assert control over his unruly muscles. “Don’t you have to work in the
morning?”

“No,” she answered simply, a naughty smile teasing at her
lips, as she shook her head.

Covering Allie’s hand with his own, Reece began to pull her
torturing fingers away from his abs. He’d intended to just do that, but as his
thumb brushed over her wrist and felt the racing urgency of her pulse,
something swept over him. Using his hips, he turned Allie, pushing her back
against the still closed door. Quickly, he bent forwards, his mouth
passionately claiming hers.

The breath was sucked from Allie’s lungs in a surprised gasp
of pleasure. She couldn’t begin to count the number of times Reece had kissed
her and she thought she’d experienced every sensation he had to offer, but this
was so different from anything she’d felt as a high school senior. This was
like gasoline being thrown on a fire. This was an insatiable, desperate hunger.

Reece’s tongue moved over Allie’s drawing back and forth in
imitation of a much more intimate act. Meanwhile, his hands had sought out her
breasts, each globe fitting perfectly into his palm. His fingers stroked the
outer curves, massaging her gently.

Allie arched forward, pushing more firmly into his hands,
while her hips rubbed against him. He was too tall to gain any satisfactory
contact with his groin, which was swelling at her naval. However, his thick
thigh between her legs was pressing her clothing against her ever more restless
sex. Grinding against that muscular leg, her arousal flooded her panties.

His breath coming hard and fast, Reece eased his mouth from
Allie’s and rested a slightly sweaty forehead against hers. “What are we
doing?” he panted.

Giggling, Allie continued to gently gyrate her hips. “If you
don’t know, then we’re doing something wrong,” she laughed.

He found himself chuckling too, his eyes dipping to the
breasts his hands continued to caress and the uncomfortable bulge in his
restrictive black jeans. It would be so easy just to follow the demands of his
body, but then what? “Please,” he groaned almost painfully, his hands
reluctantly leaving her bosom and sliding down to still her hips. “I mean,” he
began, pausing and lifting his head as he tried to clear it of the exclusively
lustful thoughts bombarding it. “What does this mean?” he asked, looking down
into her eyes and immediately regretting doing so. They were smoky, unfocused
and heavy with arousal.

She continued to smile at him, pushing against his hands and
thrilling at the strength he held within them. “You taught me about this,
remember?” she joked.

“Allie,” he groaned, struggling to resist the urge to go
back to her kiss-swollen lips. “Are we getting back together?” he asked, his
brow creasing. “Is this just a…” he faltered. “What is this?”

Relenting, Allie gave up the fight to resume contact with
his thigh and placed her ass back against the door. However, she refused to
stop grinning at him. “I don’t want to get involved,” she told him. “That’s got
nothing to do with you,” she quickly added, seeing a flash of hurt cross his
features. “I just can’t be in a relationship right now.”

“Okay,” he said, nodding his understanding, but eagerly
awaiting her next words.

“Beyond that,” she sighed. “We don’t have to give it a
label, do we?” she suggested.

“Allie,” Reece shook his head, his hands slowly leaving her
body altogether. “I’ve never been a one night stand kind of guy.” He wasn’t
able to look at her as he spoke, knowing that his control would evaporate the
moment he did. “I mean…” he added, taking a small step back.

“It’s not a one night stand,” she quickly reminded him.
“We’re not strangers and we’ve done this before.”

“I know.” Swallowing a large lump in this throat, Reece
glanced up at the hallway’s cream ceiling. “I think that makes it worse,” he
sighed. “It could never just be sex with you, Allie.”

Sensing that she was losing him to chivalry, Allie realized
she was going to have to stop trying to win this game with a battle of words.
Lunging forwards, she quickly grabbed his waistband and tugged him towards her.
Using both hands, she hurriedly set about unfastening his pants.

“Allie,” Reece half-heartedly argued, his fingers moving
down to grasp hers. “I don’t want us to do something you’ll regret in the
morning.”

She fought against him, moving one hand quickly to avoid him
and then returning to her task. “Trust me,” she insisted. “I know exactly what
I’m doing.”

“Al-” Reece attempt to say her name was halted as her
fingers crept between the gap in the thick denim and clasped his semi-erect
shaft. “Oh, God,” he gasped, when her hand enclosed his thickness.

“I regret the fact that we didn’t do this more,” she told
him, her tone sultry and soft as her hand slowly began to move up and down his
length. “I regret that I never did this,” she added, easing him through the
gaping fly, while sliding her back down the door.

Reece watched her settle on her knees with a mixture of
excitement and panic. “We’re in the middle of your hallway, Allie, what if one
of your-” his words, which had been spoken rapidly were brought to a screeching
stop, as the tip of her tongue circle his bulbous tip.

Allie lapped at the clear fluid dripping from him, before
opening her mouth wide and sucking that soft domed head between her lips.
Gradually, she inched further taking more and more of him.

“Oh, God,” Reece whispered, his eyes falling closed. He
lifted his hands to the door, bracing himself at arm’s length.

She had known he was big, but had forgotten just how large.
Having been the first penis she saw in the flesh, she’d had no frame of reference
at the time. Now, especially after the seven lovers she’d recently had, she
fully appreciated Reece’s assets. She guessed he was easily over eight inches
in length and holding her hand around him, her long, slender fingers barely met,
causing her to marvel at how he had not caused her great pain the first time
he’d entered her. 

She knew there was no way she could take all of him in her
mouth, she was not experienced enough in the art of fellatio. However, the
noises coming from above her assured her that she must have been doing
something right.

A stream of nonsense came from Reece’s mouth. “Jesus…Yes….So
good….Ugh….Allie,” he gasped, as her soft, wet tongue traced the thick,
distended vein on the underside of his shaft.

Feeling suddenly more bold, Allie bobbed her head forwards,
releasing a long, low hum as she drew him passed her gag reflex and down into
her throat.

“God!” Reece exclaimed loudly. “Please,” he panted, lowering
his voice, as he was, on some level, still aware of the very public display
they’d make for any of Allie’s neighbors. “You’ve got to stop. I’m so close.”

Allie was tempted to ignore his pleas, part of her wanted to
feel him come in her mouth. However, another part of her wanted to ensure that
the evening didn’t end quite so soon. Slowly, she drew back, letting her tongue
linger over him for much longer than was necessary, before releasing him
altogether. She looked at his member, glistening with her saliva, while she
swept the back of her hand across her mouth.

“Ahh,” Reece sighed in semi-relief and semi-frustration.

When Allie finally looked up, she noticed that his eyes were
closed, his head tilted back, as he gulped in air through an open mouth. The
powerful effect of knowing she had done that to him was unimaginably sexy. “So,”
she drawled saucily, as she gracefully pulled herself upright. “You still want
to go?”

Sensing her movement, Reece opened his eyes and dipped his
head to find her face, beaming up at him. “No,” he shook his head.

“Good,” she nodded, reaching behind her blindly and finding
the doorknob with practiced ease. With a quick twist, she was stepping
backwards into the apartment. She grinned at the picture he made, with his
massive, stiff, wet cock poking out of his pants and a look of pure surrender
on his face. Reaching out, she offered him her right hand.

Without hesitation, Reece grasped her fingers with his own
and happily allowed himself to be tugged into the apartment.

Kicking the door behind them, Allie didn’t let go of Reece’s
hand, but to ensure there would be no more gentlemanly compunctions to spoil
the evening, she also wrapped her free fingers around his shaft. “Come with
me,” she urged, as she lead him towards the bedroom.

Reece followed with a humorous, “Yes ma’am,” while his hand
caressed the tight, ass cheek in front of him. 

As soon as she crossed the threshold of the bedroom, Allie
released Reece and grasped the hem of her shirt with both hands. Quickly, she
whipped it up and over her head, dumping it on the carpet by the foot of the
bed. Her hands just as rapidly reached behind her, unclasping her bra. It too,
was dropped carelessly.

Reece smiled as he watched her, but as she moved to remove
her jeans with the same speed, he shouted, “Woah!” Slowly stepping forwards, he
continued a quieter mantra. “Woah, woah, woah.”

Bewildered, Allie froze. She was frightened that he was
about to become noble on her again, but the condition of his manhood, which
seemed to have become even bigger, suggested not.