SEX Unlimited: Volume 1 (Unlimited #1) (2 page)

Internet Encounter

I
’m on my third glass of red wine.

Staring at my SexUnlimited.com profile, I shake my head. Yeah, I did it. I created a stupid profile on this ridiculous matching site and now I’m deliberating over which photos to upload. Scrolling through a few pictures, I decide on a simple headshot to showcase my green eyes and long dark brown hair. Let’s see how many of these jerks care about a woman’s face. I seriously doubt I’ll get any interested parties without sexy photos.

This has to be rock bottom for me. Really. But something in the back of my mind says to hell with it. I’m a close to middle aged woman who lives alone and hasn’t had sex in a year. I’m a grown adult. Why is it that men can go screw the world without repercussions, yet I’m sitting here, shaming myself internally because I’m horny and acting on it? That’s bullshit.

I click upload and submit my profile for review. Now I guess I wait.

Deciding to knock out some work on Dawn’s manuscript, I open the file and get ready to plow through some edits. My initial scan through of the story and my attention is already piqued. Her manuscript is titled,
True
Loss Story
.

Loving someone is like the chaos of war. It's a battle you'll never win because the moment you fall in love, you've forever lost your mind.

The day I fell for Brian I most certainly lost my mind. I also lost my heart. He stole it and I happily let him. Before Brian, I
’
d never known such all-encompassing love. Finding him gave my life new meaning. Losing him wasn't something I was prepared for. Let me tell you a story about losing the love of my life and how I survived it.

My name is Danielle and this is my true loss story.

I scan down further through the document and the word
cock
catches my eye.

When we made love, it was always so much more than sex. Brian touched me with a reverence that exuded love and passion. Sex wasn't just physical with us. It was a full mind, body and soul experience.

The first time we made love I was overwhelmed by him; by his bold words. "Watch my cock, Danielle. I want you to watch me move inside you."

He spoke softly, but every word demanded my full attention. I looked down and watched him penetrate me the first time our bodies were joined. It was truly the most erotic moment of my life. He moved inside of me but it was more than a physical pleasure. With every movement, Brian infiltrated not only my body, but my heart and soul. 

Wow, this is new for Dawn. She
’
s not normally one to write the steamy stuff so descriptively. I
’
m accustomed to her sex scenes being more fade to black. She must be testing new writing waters with this one. Just that little scene made me feel a tad feverish. Internally I laugh at myself.

I really need to get laid.

A
dinging sound brings me out of a deep sleep. I fell asleep at my desk yet again. I adjust my eyes to see what time it is—three in the morning. Well, I made my way through a huge chunk of Dawn’s manuscript; that’s a plus to the late night. The dinging sound rings out again and I see the tab blinking from that website. Clicking on it, I’m shocked to see that I have several ‘nods’ which I’m guessing is the equivalent to the ‘poking’ feature on Facebook. Not only that, but I have an inbox message as well. My brows rise in surprise and I click it.

Dear Candace,

I’m sure you’re getting flooded with messages, but I wanted to attempt to stand out among the rest and just get right to the point. I won’t attempt to woo you in a message. I won’t try to impress you with boastful words.
 
If you're on this site for mind-blowing sex, and a lot of it, then I would venture to say that trying to impress you with well worded niceties is of no value. Instead, I’ll tell you what I’m looking for and if you're looking for something similar then I look forward to your reply. 

I like to fuck. Hard. I like to fuck slowly. I also enjoy making love. I like to be pleasured. I love to give pleasure. I like to laugh. I like to make others laugh. I love the female body and testing its limits. I love a lover who will explore new things without shame or embarrassment. I want to make a woman come so hard and in so many ways that her body designs its own special language just for mine.

I hope to possibly learn what you like, too.

Regards,

Brisban C.

Wow.

I read and reread the message over and over. Is this guy for real? I feel a little flushed and a lot nervous. I click on his profile and immediately my eyes focus on a defined chiseled jawline and the most intense blue eyes I’ve ever seen. Then there are his lips. My god … the sexiest lips I’ve ever seen. His dark hair is cut short and he looks like a damn model. He does have a few lines here and there showing his age, so I scan his profile. I learn he’s forty-one years old and likes to play golf. His favorite food is Japanese and his favorite movie is Pulp Fiction.

I click on the reply tab and stare at the blinking cursor.

Blink

Blink

Blink

I have absolutely no idea how to reply to this message. How do I respond
 
to that? I feel as if anything I say is going to sound cheesy, so I decide to be blunt and honest just like he was. I have nothing to lose.

Dear Brisban,

Thank you for your rather refreshing and honest message. I will also be honest. I have never done anything like this before, but I divorced a year ago and I’m lonely. I haven’t had sex since my divorce and I‘m craving a man’s touch. I miss sex. I miss a man bringing me to orgasm. I miss giving pleasure to a man.

I don’t have time, nor do I want the drama that comes along with a relationship. Therefore, I am seeking a purely physical relationship with the right man. I like what you presented in your message. If you still wish to talk, I look forward to your reply.

Candace

I click send and start the waiting game again. This is pretty nerve wracking.

The Meeting

M
y heart’
s pounding
, my palms are sweaty and my right leg is bouncing up and down as the nerves dominate my senses. I look at the clock once more. He’ll be here any minute. This is the most exhilarating and the most nerve wrecking feeling of anticipation. I’m wearing a simple black dress and my best push up bra. My age makes me self-conscious of my body, especially when I know this man probably has so many younger options. I know thirty-six isn’t old, but these are no longer my twenty-one year old pair of breasts.

“Candace, I presume,” a deep voice says from behind me, sliding into my ears. My heart drops. I stand as I turn my head and I have to crane my head upwards to see his face. He’s tall, very tall and massive. Large arms attached to broad shoulders and those lips …. I should say something.

Speak, Candace.

Say words.

An insanely sexy smile spreads across his face, revealing Colgate commercial white teeth. When he smiles, tiny fine lines form at the creases of his eyes. It’s a perfect imperfection.

“Hi, I’m her. I mean Candace, yes … that’s me.” I might as well have said I carried a watermelon like Baby did in Dirty Dancing. I’m an idiot. I can feel the heat in the skin of my face.

He leans in slightly and says quietly, “I think you’re blushing, Candace.”

A nervous laugh escapes my mouth and I nod my head in embarrassment. “Yes, I guess I am.”

“That’s okay. My heart’s racing like a racehorse and I’m regretting wearing long sleeves because I’m feeling a bit overheated. Nerves in this situation are to be expected. Don’t be embarrassed.”

Every word is honest and utterly refreshing. I immediately feel more at ease.
 
He sits his large body in the chair across from me at the small bistro table and I feel overwhelmed by his size. The waitress makes her way over and she instantly puts on her best smile for him. When I look at her perky twenty-something chest and body, I feel like shrinking away.

“What can I get for you all, sir?”

He doesn’t
look
up at her. Instead, he has those blue eyes trained on me and only me. “What would you like?” he asks.

I try not to fumble with the menu as I order the first thing I see. I can’t focus to save my life. I feel like the shy clumsy teen from my past. “I’ll have the Americano brunch special and please put these on individual tickets.”

Brisban’s hand goes up in protest. “No, that’s not necessary. I will gladly pay for our brunch. I insist.” I smile and nod in agreement. He returns the smile, happy that I didn’t fight him on the issue. I edit books day in and day out and I always see eyes described as smoldering yet I have never actually seen smoldering eyes …
until now
. His eyes most definitely smolder.

And it’s sexy as hell.

His face is dusted with a light, well groomed scruff and a thought flashes through my mind of what that might feel like on my inner thighs.

Damn.

The waitress has changed her tone and seems a little annoyed by him completely ignoring her perfect skin, hair and body, but I feel empowered by his lack of interest in her. All thirty-six years of me feels more like a woman already, and we’ve only just met.

“I’ll have your eggs Benedict and a water, no lemon,” he tells her. Brisban never takes his eyes off me. I never take mine off of him. The attraction flowing between us is palpable.

My head is swirling and my breathing uneasy. The fact that it’s been forever since I felt anything towards a man like this is really getting the best of me and my mind and body are taking over without permission.

“You’re blushing again,” Brisban says as the waitress walks away. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, huh?”

That smile …

That mouth …

Those lips …

“I feel it too, you know.”

“Feel what?” I love how forward and honest he is. No games. I never imagined this would be this way.

“The mutual attraction we have.”

“You are making this so much easier,” I tell him.

“I am? How so?”

“I expected the typical first date banter. You know, the awkward conversation of avoiding the obvious.”

“This isn’t a date though, is it?” he asks, arching a brow with a slight flirty smirk.

Is this not a date?
“
Um, I don
’t know. What would you call this?”

“A meeting. A meeting with a precise purpose.” He pauses as the waitress places our drinks in front of us.

“Your food will be out shortly,” she says before walking away.

“As I was saying, this is a meeting. A meeting to see if there is a spark. A mutual attraction per se. Ultimately, this is a meeting where we decide if…” He leans towards me, reaching across the table and taking my hand in his extremely large one. His thumb circles the area between my forefinger and thumb as he says quietly, “If we want to fuck or not.”

I’
m speechless. I
’ve never in my life have had a man talk to me like this. Ever.

“Candace?”

My eyes snap up and I try to form words. “Okay, a meeting. That works for me.” I’m terrible at this. Really terrible. This man is never going to want to, in his words,
fuck me
. I can’t even seem to carry on a relatively coherent conversation about us fucking much less actually do
it
.

“Are you a shy woman, Candace?” He takes a drink of his water while waiting for my response.

I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and straighten my posture. “I’ve never considered myself to be shy, no. But this, what we’
re doing, it
’s completely foreign to me. I was a married woman for many years and, as I’ve told you, it has been a long time for me.”

He places his water down then licks those lips.
He did that on purpose.
“A long time for what? Be more specific.”

He’s trying to make me talk dirty in public. I think I like that he’s trying to make me talk dirty in public.

“Candace, just so you know, I’m incredibly attracted to you. Don’t be shy. Don’t feel embarrassment. That dress, it shows off your long toned legs and I like it, very much. The way your dark hair falls down around your shoulders turns me on. Then there are your eyes. Your eyes are why I messaged you. I’m pleased that they belong to the rest of you which is equally stunning. Embrace the sexiness that is you and be honest with me and yourself. This can’t be as good as we’d like if either of us holds back. So specify. Please.”

Damn.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been sexual with a man. An extremely long time, Brisban. And I’m attracted to you as well but I just keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. This seems too good to be true. Why me? I’m sure you have many younger options.”

He scratches at the scruff on his chin. “I want a woman. Not a girl. I’m very much a man and I want a woman to pleasure and to pleasure me. You may be a bit uncomfortable, but I think you and I both know that you’re ready to open yourself up to new things. I can sense it from you. I want to be the one to help you do that. I want to be the first man in a long time who makes you scream out in orgasm. And there’s no such thing as too good to be true when it comes to sex.”

The waitress sashays over with our plates.
Saved by food.
“Does everything look okay? Can I get you anything else?”

He glances up at the waitress briefly then back to me. “Do you need anything else?”

“No, everything looks lovely.”

She walks off and he grins devilishly at me. “Let’s eat. I’m starved.”