Pierced by Cupid Ch. 03

CHAPTER 3

The days following the date with William were filled with just as intense texting and phone calls as before. He messaged me every morning before he went to work and called after he was off the clock. Even though we only had one date and wasn't technically "dating" one another, he was the person that made me look forward to the future. William proved every day that, in the midst of his busy schedule and life before me, that I mattered. Coming from previous relationships that put me on the backburner, this was a refreshing change. For a girl who said she was never going to fall for anyone ever again--that was a big fat lie when it came to William.

One Friday evening after work, I walked in the door and shredded my clothes off my body to get into a oversized tshirt; throwing my hair into a messy bun and nothing more. This was my comfy self and I was prepared for a night of relaxation and pampering myself after a rough week. In the kitchen, I grabbed a bottle of wine and poured a large glass as I debated on what else aside from wine I was going to have for dinner. I was about to take a drink when my phone goes off.

"Hi handsome," I say, bringing the phone to my ear.

I hear a deep chuckle in the background. "Hello beautiful. Are you up for some company this evening?"

I looked down at my Morgan Wallen concert tee and thong. Like I said before, we didn't exactly start dating--which meant that anything sexual between us didn't exist. Yet.

"As long as the company brings another bottle of wine, then I'm down."

"Excellent. I'll be there in 10."

Instantly, I hung up the phone and dashed into my bedroom. Ten minutes! Who gives someone that short of a notice? I still wanted to give the impression that I was a woman who had my shit together, but the time crunch wasn't exactly helping in this case. I managed to find some cutoff shorts and fixed my shirt, while taking out the messy bun to tame my wavy hair. It was in the middle of putting on a second coat of deodorant when I heard my doorbell ring. My eyes locked onto my face in the mirror and took a deep breath.

I opened the door, and my legs began to quiver with the sight. William was just as gorgeous as the first day I laid eyes on him. He wore a tight black shirt that defined his broad chest and the pectoral muscles, dark jeans that were hugging all the right parts of his lower body, and a ball cap that was flipped backwards. I could have sworn I muttered "fuck me" under my breath. In his strong and manly hands, he held a bottle of Pinot Noir with a bouquet of red roses and sunflowers. My favorite type of arrangement, and he remembered. His smile was just the icing on top of it all. My hands went to my face as I tried to hide my shock.

"They're beautiful, William!" Instead of grabbing the flowers or wine, I pushed past them to plant a kiss on his lips.

I stood back, taking the gifts from his hands, and welcoming him inside my home. I told him that I was going to put the flowers in a vase and led him into my kitchen.

"I see you already opened a bottle of wine," he said.

"It's a part of my wind-down ritual. Alcohol is equal to peace around here."

He casually sat down across from me on my island, and I on the opposite side. "Hey, no judgement here. In fact, I'm here to join you."

I had never really been a spur of the moment kind of girl, but it was different with William. It was spontaneous. Adventurous. We eventually moved from the kitchen to the living room, a glass of wine each and a bottle to refill. As we sat down, we found ourselves with less than a few inches away from each other. I could feel the heat of his body radiating onto me, the smell of his freshly washed body and cologne piercing my senses. This was the closest we have sat next to one another, and I hoped he couldn't hear the pounding of my heart.

William began. He took a sip of his wine and sat it down on the wood coffee table before continuing. The beat of my heart intensified. I followed his lead and put my glass down as well. My palms began to sweat profusely being this close to him. He held out his hand, as if to ask me to give him mine. I reached out, as he brought it to his lips to kiss it softly. The warmth of his lips against my cold hands sent shivers down my spine instantly. Was it the temperature difference or the fact that his lips were on a part of my body?

For what seemed like hours on end, we sat there, the sexual tension continuously heightening. I loved our playful banter, especially as it began to escalate into flirting. At this point, we found our faces and lips to be just inches apart. My heart began to race.

He leaned in and passionately began to kiss me yet again. His warm lips were luscious and full against mine, tasting of the sweet wine we both were enjoying. One arm was draped around my shoulders; however, the other began its journey from my hands and up my arms. I could feel the goosebumps raise from my skin as his rough hands made their way up my arm and to the base of my neck. The kiss deepened, our mouths slowly opening to begin intertwining our tongues. I pushed deeper against his chest and ran my fingernails down his chest. A shiver went down his spine; making me realize he wanted this too. The sexual attraction took over and no longer had I desired to continue my original gameplan. Just to confirm his answer, he suddenly grabbed my neck with the palm of his hand and pulled me closer. If that doesn't make a woman instantly get wet, I don't know what else could in that moment. My breathing became heavier, and I could tell that his too was doing the same.

I was the first one to break the kiss, locking my eyes to his. We sat there, his hand still on my neck and my hands on his pecs, breathing fast and ragged. There was no need to say anymore; only actions from this point on were necessary. I stayed against his chest but began to move my hands downward with my eyes still on his. My fingernails traced his pecs, his abs, and down to his belt line. William closed his eyes in pleasure as he felt it through his clothing. My fingers gracefully ran back and forth along his pants before I found myself unbuckling the belt to his pants. I looked down, paused, and looked back up at him as if to ask his permission telepathically. He nodded, breathing heavier as I started to unzip his tight jeans. This was a moment I had been fantasizing about for weeks; the fuel to pleasure myself when I needed a release. With his pants undone and his blue boxer briefs showing, I could see the bulge more clearly. My hands softly caressed this previously forbidden area; my kitty slowly soaking my thong beneath my shorts. William grabbed the side of his jeans and pulled them further down his legs, as if to give me more of a signal that he wanted this too. I decided this was the perfect time to switch positions, so as he adjusted, I pulled back my hair from my face and adjusted myself. Looking back at him, my eyes became wide when I realized that his package was more than I had originally fantasized.

Now as a woman that slept with a lot of men, you kind of find out what both guys like and what you're good at. Not only was I good at fucking all on its own, but many preferred my oral talents more or as a lead up to sex. Instead of just jumping William's bones on the couch right then and there, there was no harm in letting him experience it himself. He sat there, hands on either side of him, as he watched me touch and massage his lower half through his boxers. I could see at some points where his eyes began to roll into the back of his head. Oh, sweet boy, you have no idea, was my thought. There was nothing sexier than seeing a man in sweet ecstasy. In that next moment, I slowly tugged at his boxers to reveal his manhood and lightly wrapped my fingers around the girth of his cock. William was trying to contain his moans, but his short gasps of air could still be heard. In fact, he couldn't help but moan loudly after a few strokes from my fingers and my mouth wrapped around the head. Instantly his hand was in my hair and gathered it away from my face, only to push my head further down his cock.

"Holy fucking shit" was the only words he managed to get out between breaths.

Before I knew it, William grabbed a better hold on my hair to pull me off of him. His lips instantly met mine and we began passionately kissing one another, tongues intertwined. Our hands were still exploring one another's bodies, William ripping off my clothes until we both sat there naked. He managed to break away a few times to kiss and bite my neck and sometimes nipples; another move that made my spine tingle. Every time he did that, I was playing with his now slick cock and feeling every inch go between my fingers. Just touching him increased my drive to fuck the shit out of him. By the look in his eyes, he wanted the same thing.

William moved swiftly and lifted me from the couch to reposition me where he wanted. Every girl loves a man that can throw her around like a rag doll and take control--if not, they're lying. I laid on my back as he laid on his side, his arm holding my bent leg in the air so his hands could begin to explore. One of my favorite things that I instantly realized was the size of this man's hands. They were truly the definition of perfection: strong, big, and just the right amount of roughness against my silky skin. I couldn't help but gasp as his fingers came into contact with my pussy. He had the right rhythm and had found my clit in the matter of seconds. My body was overwhelmed as complete pleasure overtook every nerve and thought I had.

"That's right, baby," he whispered in my ear, his hands going faster and faster. Just as I had fantasized, his warm breath against my ear made me roll my eyes with pleasure. "Come for me like the good girl I know you are."

The orgasm was nothing compared to that I had masturbating. Toys were fine and dandy, but this was the best I ever had from another man. My legs began to quiver in pleasure as I came down from my high. My skin felt as if an electric current had pulsed through my body; my nerves completely shaken. The hand that was just on my pussy was now rubbing my thigh, his lips gently nibbling on my left nipple. I looked over to find him smirk like a kid in a candy store.

"And we're not even done yet," William said, huskily.