her uncomfortable and that's not what he wanted during dinner. He wanted to keep her relaxed and talking….But now that dinner was over, he grew bolder. Time for the really uncomfortable questions.
He maneuvered himself so that he stood in front of her. There was no way he was missing a second of her reaction to this next question. She looked at him for the first time this evening.
“So if I may ask, Mya what do you do for pleasure all these years…random guys..girls…toys?” his tone changed, it was low.
There was genuine shock in her face. She wanted to laugh. He was bold! This arrogant motherfucker! OK, lets play this game Merrick she thought.
“Well….Merrick…my job is my pleasure. I don't do anything especially men…As a matter fact, I don’t do guys at all,” she replied smiling inwardly feeling triumphant. The comment made Merrick pause; he regarded her statement for a minute. Was she trying to bait him? No way she was a lesbian.
He affected her or so he thought at times. It would explain a lot, the lack of interest in men, the solitude, the smoking hot body, and the cold exterior. No fucking way, what a waste…although the thought of her with another woman was appealing…threesome. Nice . Then jealousy swept over him.
He decided to call her bluff. He moved closer so they were inches apart then he probed, “you’ll have to be more specific Mya, what do you mean, you don't do guys ?
Suddenly, she regretted the statement because now she would have to either explain or walk away. She chose the latter. She had to leave now! She needed to put some distance between them before…. Quickly she turned to retreat but Merrick was too quick. He grasped her wrist in a firm yet gentle grip forcing her to turn and face him. “Well, do you care to elaborate, Mya?”
She was visibly flustered, his hand on her bare wrist made her tremble. It didn't go unnoticed.
Yes , the response he wanted. He called her bluff and won. No way she was into women. He affected her.
Continuing his gamble, Merrick pulled her into his arms, she didn't resist, and she couldn't. Familiar feelings of fear and confusion begin to creep into her psyche. You have to get away; don't let him do this! But the draw was too powerful, her legs turned into boulders.
Lifting her chin so he could look into her eyes he whispered her name, Mya? Then his mouth claimed hers. Gently his lips probed her mouth. Running the tip of his tongue over her bottom lip asking for permission to enter. She parted her lips in response revealing her tongue. Invitation granted.
He kissed her deeply she tasted sweet like red wine. Mya, felt lost unable to pull away yet unable to return his kiss. When she didn't return his kiss he sensed her uncertainty and stopped abruptly.
When he opened his eyes hers were still closed. She was trembling. But why? Was she really into women? Was that the first time a man kissed her? He felt a sense of pride and flattery at the thought of being her first kiss.
Maybe…just maybe…he could also be the first real cock that gets to be inside her. “Mya? Do you want to stop?” When she didn't respond, his subconscious took over. Fuck it, don't stop, she didn't pull away. To hell with it, pulling her back into his arms, he brushed her long raven hair back and lifted her chin again.
Her eyes were still closed. She felt his eyes on her so she opened them. When their eyes met this time it was with the understanding of what was about to happen. They needed each other. Pulling her warm body against him he kissed her again more passionately this time
Like before, she opened up giving him full access to her mouth. Instinctively lacing her arms around his neck she returned his kiss. That was it; he wouldn't stop again unless she asked him to.
Their lips melted together like warm wax. As they kissed, Merrick’s hands traveled down her back to her ass pulling her onto his
He maneuvered himself so that he stood in front of her. There was no way he was missing a second of her reaction to this next question. She looked at him for the first time this evening.
“So if I may ask, Mya what do you do for pleasure all these years…random guys..girls…toys?” his tone changed, it was low.
There was genuine shock in her face. She wanted to laugh. He was bold! This arrogant motherfucker! OK, lets play this game Merrick she thought.
“Well….Merrick…my job is my pleasure. I don't do anything especially men…As a matter fact, I don’t do guys at all,” she replied smiling inwardly feeling triumphant. The comment made Merrick pause; he regarded her statement for a minute. Was she trying to bait him? No way she was a lesbian.
He affected her or so he thought at times. It would explain a lot, the lack of interest in men, the solitude, the smoking hot body, and the cold exterior. No fucking way, what a waste…although the thought of her with another woman was appealing…threesome. Nice . Then jealousy swept over him.
He decided to call her bluff. He moved closer so they were inches apart then he probed, “you’ll have to be more specific Mya, what do you mean, you don't do guys ?
Suddenly, she regretted the statement because now she would have to either explain or walk away. She chose the latter. She had to leave now! She needed to put some distance between them before…. Quickly she turned to retreat but Merrick was too quick. He grasped her wrist in a firm yet gentle grip forcing her to turn and face him. “Well, do you care to elaborate, Mya?”
She was visibly flustered, his hand on her bare wrist made her tremble. It didn't go unnoticed.
Yes , the response he wanted. He called her bluff and won. No way she was into women. He affected her.
Continuing his gamble, Merrick pulled her into his arms, she didn't resist, and she couldn't. Familiar feelings of fear and confusion begin to creep into her psyche. You have to get away; don't let him do this! But the draw was too powerful, her legs turned into boulders.
Lifting her chin so he could look into her eyes he whispered her name, Mya? Then his mouth claimed hers. Gently his lips probed her mouth. Running the tip of his tongue over her bottom lip asking for permission to enter. She parted her lips in response revealing her tongue. Invitation granted.
He kissed her deeply she tasted sweet like red wine. Mya, felt lost unable to pull away yet unable to return his kiss. When she didn't return his kiss he sensed her uncertainty and stopped abruptly.
When he opened his eyes hers were still closed. She was trembling. But why? Was she really into women? Was that the first time a man kissed her? He felt a sense of pride and flattery at the thought of being her first kiss.
Maybe…just maybe…he could also be the first real cock that gets to be inside her. “Mya? Do you want to stop?” When she didn't respond, his subconscious took over. Fuck it, don't stop, she didn't pull away. To hell with it, pulling her back into his arms, he brushed her long raven hair back and lifted her chin again.
Her eyes were still closed. She felt his eyes on her so she opened them. When their eyes met this time it was with the understanding of what was about to happen. They needed each other. Pulling her warm body against him he kissed her again more passionately this time
Like before, she opened up giving him full access to her mouth. Instinctively lacing her arms around his neck she returned his kiss. That was it; he wouldn't stop again unless she asked him to.
Their lips melted together like warm wax. As they kissed, Merrick’s hands traveled down her back to her ass pulling her onto his