Page 1 of Seduced at Stevens Street
Chapter 1
Gia
Remain optimistic. Give him a chance. He just might make me come this time. No judging him and his performance. Kiss him like I want to be kissed. Model the sex I want. I repeated my affirmation statements in my head, trying to get myself into the mood, trying to block out past disappointments, hopeful that just maybe this time sex with Gary would be good for me.
Gary kissed me, but my fire was not getting lit. His hands were still, holding my hips. I pulled his t-shirt over his head and ranmy hands over his skin, slowly, with a sensual kneading motion. It was how I liked to be touched. It was how he never touched me anymore. I ran my leg over his, looping it over his hip, and I ground my pelvis into his. He shifted position, his pelvis settling on top of mine while rolling me to my back. He was hard. I wasn’t wet yet. He pulled my tank top up, exposing my breasts. He rubbed them, pinched my nipples and then kissed them each once. I moaned, urging him to continue — a message he didn’t get. When did our sex life become so mundane?
He moved off my breasts and brought his lips to my ear. “Take your pants off.”
Seriously? He couldn’t even be bothered with the effort to undress me himself. My yoga pants could be peeled off with his teeth if he had any imagination. “Get off me a second,” I said. He appeared startled as he sat up. “How about a sexy little striptease?” I motioned to his pants. “Show me what you have for me under all that denim.” I tried to use my sexiest voice. I smiled one of those playful, naughty grins. It was for show. I’d practiced it for a moment just like this one.
“Really, Gia?” He didn’t seem amused.
“Really, Gary. Take it off slowly. Tease me with what you have for me, and then I’ll do the same for you.”
He stood there, and I could see him rolling it around in his head, trying to decide if he was going to play or not. His hands were on his hips. It could have been sexy, but it wasn’t.
“How about you take them off me?”
I could work with that. I slid from the bed and came up close to him. I ran my hands down his chest, down to the top of his pants. “So, here is how this is going to work. First, I take your clothes off you, then you do the same to me, but you have to do exactly to me what I do to you.” I raised my eyebrows and gave him my sexiest smile. “Deal?”
He looked bored. “Deal,” he agreed.
I dropped to my knees and surrounded his dick with my mouth. I bit just hard enough for him to feel it through the denim of his jeans, and I blew the hottest breath I could make into him at the same time. I was rewarded with a deep moan from him. Glancing up, I saw he’d thrown his head back. Yeah, that move always got him off. My hands caressed the tops of his thighs and ran between his legs. After a few minutes of bringing him divine agony, I made quick work of his button and zipper. I pulled his jeans down, caressing his cock with both hands, but I left his boxers in place. Then I repeated the bite and blew through his boxers.
“Oh, fuck, don’t torture me, Gia,” he moaned.
I pulled his boxers down, licked and sucked each ball before enveloping his dick into my mouth. Now he really moaned. I directed him to sit on the edge of the bed, and I stayed between his legs, bringing him pleasure.
“I plan to do this until right before you think you’re going to come. So sit back and enjoy,” I said in a voice that I hoped sounded sultry and naughty.
I still wore my watch. I noted the start time. Exactly eight minutes later, he pulled me off, moaning something unintelligible. I stood up and stared him down. “You’re turn.”
He removed my tank top without touching me sexually. Then he began to pull down my yoga pants.
“Whoa, there cowboy,” I said in a flirty tone. “If I remember correctly, I gave you some warm-up through your pants.”
He dropped to his knees and put his mouth to my crotch. Grasping my hips, he blew a hot blast at me. I gave him a sound of appreciation. With no other touching him , he pulled my pants down. He sat me on the edge of the bed and spread my thighs. To his credit, he did lick me, but it only lasted a minute and was nowhere near long enough to get me going. He began to come on top of me with the obvious intention of making love.
“I pleasured you until you were just about to come, and that is what I get?” Yeah, I sounded as annoyed as I was.
“We’d be here all night if I did the same. You know I have an early morning, Gia.”
“I timed it. Eight minutes, Gary. I sucked your dick and made you feel good for eight minutes. Can you give me a little morethan one minute? At least make me wet and ready for your dick to finish feeling good inside me.”
Gary’s face showed annoyance and anger. He pushed up and stood looking at me, shaking his head. “I can’t believe you actually timed it. I’m sorry if I have an early morning, and I don’t want to play these stupid erotic games with you. What’s wrong with just having sex, Gia?”
Now I was angry, fighting-angry. “If you could make any effort to get me off, there’d be nothing wrong with it.”
“Since when do I have to make an effort? Why aren’t you getting off just being with me, like I am with you?”
I raised a hand in a stop gesture. “Enough, I’m really done,” I said. “You don’t have to make an effort anymore.” I threw my nightshirt on and grabbed my pillow.
I was nearly at the door when Gary grabbed my upper arm. “You aren’t going to the couch,” he said. I pulled towards the bedroom door. “Gia, I love you. This is crazy. I don’t want to fight. I wanted to make love to you tonight. You know I’m stressed. This proposal is important. If I can land this account, the bonus will be huge. We could go on that cruise you’ve been wanting to go on. Baby, please don’t storm out like this.”
“Just bad timing, Gary.” I didn’t want to fight either, but I wanted sex to be fulfilling for me too. It wasn’t and hadn’t been for a few years.
“Yeah, it is nearly that time of the month, isn’t it?”
