They Say Love Is Blind (8 page)

His hands moved up to cup her breasts, thumbs seeking out her nipples and upon finding their slight impression within her bra, he rubbed his thumbs over the cloth and through to her sensitized flesh.
"Oh...yes..." She clutched at his arms, holding him there, or hanging on--she wasn't sure which. His lips moved up to her mouth and he plunged his tongue into her, searching for her tongue and sucking it sensually.

Tory's heart was pounding in her chest. She'd never experienced sensations like these. She hardly knew what to do with her hands; her body. He was so much more experienced than she.
He'd at least done this before! She wanted to do something that would make him moan; to set him on the verg
e of exploding
.

Tory drew her fingers down his taut belly and felt him flinch as a gust of air left his body. Ahhh...so she had found his spot. His kissing became more aggressive and she moved her hand up his body and found his flat areola with its puckered little nipple. She gently rolled it through the thin material, and Lee shuddered.

"
Isso sabe muito bem
…”
He murmured. She figured that if all of his senses were heightened...then touch would be as well, and she was right. Tory moved her hands around his body, pulling up the fabric of his t-shirt, exposing the taut muscles of his stomach. Her hands moved lightly grazing him there and she felt his muscles quiver. He pulled back from her kiss, surprised. He smiled slightly.
"What are you doing to me,
q
uerida
? That feels amazing..."

She leaned in to kiss him again. "I want to make you feel as good as you are making me feel."
"Yes..." He returned the kiss with fervor, slipping his tongue into her mouth. Not having much experience in frenching, Tory just followed his lead, doing everything that he did but only half a second after.

His lips travelled down her neck, over her shoulder and then to the mound of her breast.
'I can't believe this is happening!' Was Tory's thoughts when his hands brushed the material of her summer dress from her shoulders revealing her lacy black bra. He positioned his hands beneath each Double D bra cup, testing the weight. He seemed pleased. She strained to see his lips as they moved over her brown skin. He dragged down the delicate material of her bra exposing her nipples. He
eagerly
gathered one into his mouth.

"Oh...
G
od..." She groaned, which only caused him to increase his attention to her puckered nipple. He pressed his fingertips lightly against the other causing a jolt of electrical-like energy to zip between her clenched thighs.

"Lee!" She sat up suddenly, causing him to rise up and give her a questioning look. "I've...I've never done this before."

His face took on a look of awe as he considered her. He sat back suddenly. "You're a virgin?"
She sat up as well, embarrassed that he was looking at her...or staring at her like she was a freak. She quickly pulled her clothes straight to conceal herself.

"Well...I've never made love but no, I'm not a virgin." Revealing this caused her to look down.
He didn't speak for a long time. "It would be my pleasure to make love to you for the first time when you're ready. If not tonight-"

"Oh, I'm ready." She spoke quickly. "I just wanted you to know that I'm not...experienced."

He didn't speak immediately, and when he did it was a whisper. "I think that I will fall madly in love with you,
q
uerida
."

"Oh." She swallowed past the lump that had formed in her throat. "I think I'd like that, Lee. I'd like that very much." He offered her his hand and she took it—his fingers gently enclosing hers. He turned and led her across the room. They rounded the glass block and ended up in the bedroom. His king size bed was the focal point of the entire room; sheathed in a bright red satin comforter, the only illumination coming from the living area of the house, which gave it a surreal feel.

‘
This is the bed where I will lose my virginity...' Tory thought. That thought sent her quaking in fear. She wanted this; more than anything that she could imagine, but it was the culmination of all of her fantasies coming to fruition; and it was overwhelming.

He turned to her, still holding her hand. "Are you ok?"

"Just anxious."

He rubbed her arms gently. "We don't have to-"

Tory boldly gripped his muscular ass, pulling him to her. He seemed genuinely surprised but also pleased to allow her to take control. She moved her hands to his body, running them over his muscles, before yanking up his shirt and pulling it over his head. He helped her to remove it, allowing it to drop on the floor.

"Oh..." Tory moaned as she took in his perfectly sculptured form; not too big and not too small. Her hands moved over his naked chest her eyes unable to ignore the obvious contrast in their skins. She allowed her finger to graze his nipple. Her hand was dark against his much paler skin and she instantly thought of the ying yang symbol.

He had been patient in waiting for her to make the next move, but when her fingers circled his areola, Troy began to shudder. His reaction made her even more bold. She closed the slight space between them, hands sliding up the muscular mound
of
his ass. Her hands then slipped down the back of pants, connecting with his
naked
buttocks.

"Mmmm, Tory..." He sighed in a husky voice. Immediately, he placed his hands on her ample bottom. His hooded eyes appeared as slashes in his face as he enjoyed the feel of her curves. "Oooo. You are teasing me relentlessly. And here I thought you were a good girl. I see that you know how to be very bad." She placed her mouth on his nipple; first one then the other and he gasped. "Ahh!" She looked up with a twinkle in her eye.
Yes, that was the reaction she was going for.

"Is this too much for you? I can stop. We can just hold each other-"
she joked.

A passionate growl issued from him and he pressed his lips to hers. He reclaimed his control when he lifted her bodily in his arms and walked to the bed. He slowly and carefully placed her on top of the comforter.
And then he
unfastened his pants as she stared
up
at him. He paused. You can look at me naked, but only if I can look at you. Is that a deal?"

She let out a brave sigh. "Yes. I can do that." She stood slowly and the both of them stripped out of their clothing. Lee was much quicker and was standing before her with a firm body that was every bit as impressive as the statue of David. His erection was thick enough to cause her heart to pound again fearfully. When she had shed everything except her panties and bra, she took a brave breath and removed those last two items, tossing them across the room where they landed on a nearby chair.
He reached for her, hands gliding over her; each curve, each fold, each stretch mark... 'What is he thinking?' she wondered. And then she saw that he was even harder than before! He climbed onto the bed and she followed him.

Tory lay dow
n, now more turned-on tha
n nervous. When his hands touched her again, she began to feel as beautiful as he seemed to think she was. Again, Lee took the time to explore her body with his hands, and then soon he used his lips and lastly he used his tongue. She was a bundle of nerves so that soon, even when he leaned over her, Tory shivered uncontrollably.

When he traced the line of her
most intimate
crease with one fingertip she moaned softly, parting her legs, exposing her swollen nub. He leaned forward and kissed it. Her body jerked in response. He parted her with two fingers and
then
sucked her into his mouth.

Tory arched her back and moaned. Her legs began to tremble violently when he lapped at her pussy with long, hard strokes. Tory reached down and gripped his head, more roughly then she realized but Lee didn't complain. She screeched loudly, fists buried in his silky curls, body thrashing as his tongue worked her
hungrily
. He paused and reached up, gripping her wrists and removing her death grip from his hair. Her body relaxed instantly and she panted for breath. Lee slid from the bed, moving to the side table where he retrieved a condom.

Seeing him so hard and ready right there, inches from her face, Tory reached out and wrapped her hand around his shaft while he was preoccupied with the condom. He gasped in surprise and then growled something in Portuguese. Quicker than ever, he had the prophylactic out of its wrapper. Yet, instead of rolling it on, he closed his eyes and allowed Tory's fingers to explore him.
He felt like satin. Her fingers traced the veins, reveling at how hard a man could get. She circled the head of his engorged cock and Lee could bear no more. He quickly positioned the condom and then moved to nestle between Tory's thighs. She spread her legs wide for him and then felt him push gently into her.

She tensed when the parting of her flesh became painful.

"Okay?" He paused, not advancing. She nodded, biting her lips. He kissed her, lingering into it until her heart began to pitter patter again and her hips rolled beneath him. He pushed into her again, slowly, withdrawing a bit and then pressing forward until little by little he was completely within her. He cupped her full breast and listened intently for signs of her pleasure.

Tory closed her eyes and concentrated on the steady rhythm of Lee's hips; entering, withdrawing, entering, withdrawing. Her chest suddenly hitched and she groaned. It was the sound Lee was waiting for. He continued stoking the fires within her, listening to her breath as it came in gasps, the quivering of her muscles, the movement of her hips. He increased the tempo and she cried out; not in pain but in pleasure.

"
Acertei? É este o ponto certo?
Yes!
Come on, baby!"

She continued groaning, moving her hips to match his, feeling the electricity spiraling out from her core, and then cried out loudly as a sudden exp
losion of pleasure engulfed her.

Her body clenched down and Lee s
ucked in a soft breath. "Oh my G
od..." He felt lightheaded when he finally allowed his body's release. It took every bit of his control not to thrust roughly with abandon! He knew he would hurt her and that one thought kept his pace steady even when his toes clenched in orgasm.

Tory's body moved in ways that she never thought she could do without blushing and she called out sounds that would have embarrassed her before tonight. But the pleasure of her first man induced orgasm took all thought away...all thought but one, and that was the feel of Lee's engorged penis m
oving rapidly in and out of her.

When his movements became staccato and the last cry of pleasure sounded loudly through the loft, Lee and Tory lay panting in each other's arms.
He held her, whispering softly in Portuguese. She didn’t know what he said but it didn’t matter. She would listen to him speak in this way to her for as long as he wanted to do it.

CHAPTER 6

Tory's eyes popped open but she didn't immediately move. She was under the covers of a bed more comfortable then hers ever had been and an arm was draped over her belly; the body it connected to spooned behind her. But that was not the reason for the slight frown that creased her brow.
What had awakened her was the mechanical sound of the elevator from the other side of the large home. Lee was sleeping, she could tell by the loud, steady sound of his breathing. Who was coming up the elevator? Should she wake him?

The gate came up. It wasn't so loud that it should wake Lee up, but since this wasn't her home, any strange noise was alarming to her. By the pinkish light coming through the slats of the window it was just daybreak...seven am?

She wanted to jump up and put her clothes on...but then she didn't want to leave the safety of the bed; nor the concealment of the comforter. She finally shook Lee's arm.

"Lee!" She whispered.

"Mmm?" He sighed, still half asleep.

"Sweeti
e, there's somebody in the loft
."

His eyes came open slowly and he stretched,
lazily,
becoming oriented. "Oh, th
at's Rosalind."
Rosalind? The h
ostess from the
restaurant?
She gave him a curious look, waiting for an explanation. Of course he couldn't see the look. He gave her a quick squeeze, pulling her into his arms.

"Does two people with mornin
g breath cancel each other out?” He asked.

Her brow was knit in alarm that Rosalind was in the house. "No." She said seriously.

"Okay, then we'll save the good morning kiss for later." He sat up in bed with the comforter over his lap. "Honey? W
hat did I do with my underwear?”

Honey. He called her honey. She suppressed a smile. “T
hey are...at ten o'clock." She whispered even though he was talking in a normal voice. She had the comforter clutched to
her
breast, all the way up to her neck. He stood up and stretched again.