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Shaun

Scarlett opened up to me. I have been trying to learn more about her, and I pushed her a little tonight. Such is my urge to know her and understand her. I can’t help it, she is under my skin, she is all that I think about. She is it for me, I’m sure of it. Now knowing a little more about her, I understand why I am so protective of her. Losing her entire family, I can’t even begin to imagine how overwhelming her grief would be. Fuck, the fact that she is still standing and continuing with life just goes to show how strong and resilient she is. While I don’t know how they died, I can only assume it was a car accident or something similarly tragic since she has lost them all at once.

As she sits here next to me in the car, I nibble away at her lips and her neck. My desire for her is so strong that I can’t be a gentleman in the car any longer. Fuck, if my cock wasn’t hard enough in the restaurant, now the woman of my dreams who I have been chasing endlessly is with me. Coming home with me. Wanting to be with me. I love this sexy side of Scarlett; I think I am going to enjoy her company in every way. It took all my willpower to sit next to her tonight and get through dinner without taking her home before we had even eaten. The way she smiles, the way her lips move over her food, her eyes lingering on mine; I had to adjust my pants more than once throughout the evening to accommodate my growing arousal.

I put up the privacy screen in the car after signaling to my driver to take us to my place. It didn’t go unnoticed that she doesn’t have her security detail tonight. I wasn’t planning to mention it to her in case it upset her. Perhaps whatever threat she was experiencing is no longer an issue. That would make sense now that her guard is down with me, she feels more relaxed with me now than our previous meetings. For that, I am glad.

I grab her by the waist and pull her closer to me. I kiss her like she is my last breath. Having her here with me makes me feel more elated than any business deal I have done or any other feeling of euphoria I had ever experienced. I grab her hair, pulling it slightly so her head tilts, giving me better access to her mouth. Her lips feel like pure bliss against mine and my tongue is hungry for hers. My other hand grips her hips wanting to pull her on top of me on my lap, but I am trying to restrain, not wanting to scare her with any sudden movement. I’m scared to interrupt this building inferno that we are creating. Our bodies are touching from our lips to our waists, and she fits perfectly to me, like she was born to be connected to me.

We pull away from each other, both of us panting. I slowly smirk just before she bursts out in laughter which is the most magical sound I have ever heard, and I make a mental note to do whatever I can to make her laugh like that over and over again. “What’s so funny?” I tilt my head to smile at her while tucking her hair around her ear. She calms her laughter and looks at me with tears brimming her eyes. “You, me, us, this,” she sputters, “we are like a pair of horny teenagers making out in the back of a car.” I notice her Aussie accent is a little thicker, which lets me know her guard is falling further, and she is more relaxed. Perhaps it is the wine.

I smile wider, “What can I say, Miss Foster, you make me feel like a horny teenager every time I am around you. I want you more and more with each passing day. And now that I have you, I am really unwilling to let you out of my sight.”

She blushes at my comments, and I touch her lips with mine again, softer this time because I want this to last forever.

The car pulls up to stop at my place. Instead of the penthouse, which is my usual place I bring women, tonight I decide to bring Scarlett to my mansion. I’m not sure why, it wasn’t really a conscious decision, it just felt like the right place for her. I want her to be where no other woman has been before. I have never had any woman in my house and certainly never a woman in my bedroom here. All those activities were strictly for the penthouse, but here, in my home, my sanctuary, this is where I want my first night with Scarlett to be. She deserves the best of everything, and I plan on giving it to her. I grab her hand and pull her out of the car, and we make our way inside, no sooner are we through the front door than I push her back against it and start peppering kisses down her neck and shoulders before I hear her gasp quietly and moan, a sound that makes my already pulsing dick throb more.

This woman is my kryptonite. Everything about her has my body standing to attention, I grab her by the thighs and raise her body up, she wraps her legs around my waist, and I push my hips to hers feeling her warmth against mine. As we grind against each other in our heated frenzy, I can very easily fuck her right here, but I pull on the small amount of self-control I have left and start walking toward my bedroom, her still in my arms, my lips not leaving hers.

I make my way up the staircase and walk down the corridor to my master bedroom. I kick open my bedroom door and walk straight toward the bed. Placing her gently on her feet, she looks at me, then starts to lower her zipper, and her dress comes away from her body, falling into a puddle on the floor. At which point, I am greeted with the most stunning sight my eyes have ever seen. Matching black lace bra and panties, tousled blonde hair dripping down her shoulders, vibrant and sparkling blue eyes, and red swollen lips which I desperately want around my cock. I stand right next to her, my hands running up her body from her thighs, up her sides, around her shoulders before I tug her hair, so her lips open to me, and my tongue plunges back into her mouth.

She starts unbuttoning my shirt, and once I feel her hands on me, and I know that I can’t wait much longer. I lower her on the bed while she makes quick work of my belt, and my breath catches as she palms my length. I let out a small growl and bite her neck. “Fuck, woman, you are going to end me.”

I kick off my pants and put my body over hers, kissing her down her neck and across her chest, before pulling down her bra and taking her rosy nipple into my mouth. Scarlett moans, arching her back. I’m not sure how long I am going to last. I want to take it slow and memorize every inch of her body, but the need to go hard and fast is creeping in. I just can’t get enough.

I move down and grab her panties, tugging them and ripping them off her body, then kiss my way back up her legs to her center. Without waiting, I open her legs wider, and I whisper, “You are perfect, Princess, fucking perfect.” Then I lower my mouth on her and taste the sweetest woman I have ever had. Her body arches off the bed, and she moans before grabbing my hair, and I hear her say my name as she comes right there with my mouth on her. So perfect, so sweet, my Scarlett.

27

Scarlett

Shaun just devoured me, and now my eyes are seeing stars. Before I have time to catch my breath, his lips kiss a trail up my body and neck, then he whispers in my ear, “You are perfect Princess.” I grab his head and crush his lips to mine. He murmurs between kisses, “I want more, I want to be inside of you.” I melt because I want him inside of me too.

He quickly grabs a condom from his side table and puts it on with supreme expertise. He lowers his body back to mine, kissing my breasts, my collarbone, his lips don’t leave my body as they pepper up my neck to my jawbone. I feel him at my entrance as his hand glides down my body before making small circles against my clit. He looks into my eyes as he says, “You are so perfect, I just can’t get enough.” And with that, I feel him nudging against me before he takes me in one movement, filling me, making me feel more alive than I have in years. In the car, our makeout session was hot and fast, but here in his bed, we are lovers, trying to savor every moment.

He continues slowly thrusting into me, his rhythm steady while his fingers continue circling my heat as I feel my body weakening to his touch. I look at him and his eyes are staring at mine. “You feel amazing, Princess, so fucking amazing,” he groans as he picks up speed, and at that moment, staring into his eyes, I come undone for the second time tonight. Shaun tightens and moans my name as he reaches his climax immediately after me.

Shaun continues to sprinkle kisses on my lips, cheeks and neck, his hand skimming down my arm until it finds my hand, holding it he brings it to his lips and kisses it some more. After a few minutes, he rolls off me and heads to the bathroom before coming back to bed and grabbing me, pulling me close to him. “Stay the night, Scarlett. I want you to be here when I wake up tomorrow. I don’t want you to run off on me again.” I nod as he nuzzles into my neck, the heat of his body pressing into my back as I can hear his breathing slow into a natural rhythm, and I know he is asleep. Lying here in his arms, I know there is nowhere else I would rather be, as I too drift off into a peaceful sleep.

It is early morning when I wake. As I lie in Shaun’s bed looking out the window, watching the day break, I think about how easy it is being with Shaun, how perfect we fit together and how amazing the sex has been. In the light of the morning, I can see now how big his room is, and I can feel the luxurious bed, soft sheets and fluffy pillows. The entire room is opulent. While my mind was only on Shaun when we arrived, I did see that his house was larger and more palatial than Uncle Ray’s, and he has artwork on his wall that I know should be in the world’s most prestigious galleries. As the sun is only just starting to rise, I know that it is still very early; at my estimates, I think I slept for four hours or so, but I don’t feel tired. I feel Shaun stir beside me, his arms reaching for me and pulling me closer to him and he snuggles into my neck and kisses me.

“Good morning, Princess.”

“Good morning.” I stifle a yawn and try to stretch my body. Shaun takes advantage of this and rolls me onto my back and towers over the top of me, his hands on either side of my face and his body in between my legs. I can feel his hard length as he pushes my hips down with his. He gently strokes my cheek and kisses me; it is an all-encompassing kiss. I can feel his body vibrate, and it is both gentle and demanding, he pulls away to get a condom. Looking into my eyes he whispers, “I can’t get enough of you, Princess. I want you all the time, in every way.” And his lips descend onto mine again at the same time he pushes into me, my body reacting to his every need.

Together we move in perfect synchronization, both wanting the other to feel extreme pleasure. Shaun wraps his hand around my hair and pulls, the move a dominating one, but one that I take pleasure in. His thrusts become harder, our bodies colliding as we come undone together moments later, our screams echoing throughout the room. We lay there panting, sweat covering our bodies as Shaun continues to kiss me on my mouth, my jaw, my ear, my neck and my chest. He is treasuring me like no man ever has before. Our night of pleasure has me both sated and exhausted, and while I don’t want to move, I am acutely aware that today is a workday for both of us, and we need to get out of bed and get a move on.

“I should go,” I whisper quietly, not wanting to leave this bed at all.

“I should get ready for work,” he replies, between the peppery kisses he is making on my body.

Shaun snuggles into my neck nipping my skin. “Fuck, Scarlett I don’t want to let you go. Come on.” He grabs my hand, pulls me up and leads me into the bathroom. His bathroom is just as big as his bedroom, with a massive tub, steam room and large two-person shower. Full of marble and glass, the luxury is not lost on me. He hasn’t let go of my hand while he leans in to turn on the shower and grabs some fresh towels for us from the cupboard.

Steam instantly envelops the room as we step inside the shower. Shaun grabs the soap and starts to wash my body. taking in every dip and curve from my head to my toes. I return the favor, my mind mapping his muscles and the way his stomach finishes in a V at his hips before he spins me around and starts washing my hair, giving me the most groan-worthy head massage. I close my eyes and feel any tension run off me with the spray of the water. I feel Shaun’s body behind me, his hands wandering over my breasts and hips when suddenly in one motion he spins me to face him and lifts my body, so my legs wrap around my waist.

He takes me again, in the shower my back pressed against the tiles. We can’t get enough of each other; the time we have not long enough. It never will be enough.

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