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  I took a deep gulp. “I think I do.”

  “You don’t. They are beyond the confines or proper English. They border of foul, lewd, and downright filthy.”

  I was still riding the high from the outfit. “Filthy can be good.”

  “Filthy can be amazing,” he said. “And tonight, I’m going to show you just how filthy that tiny, little, white outfit can get.”

  CHAPTER 6

  Jack

  All I could think about all day was how much I should have stepped into that changing room and taken Ava right then and there. I’d been rock hard, and I’m sure she saw it. I almost had to go to the mall bathroom just to release the pressure in my balls. The pressure caused by the look of her in that amazing white top and white bottom.

  I could see her nipples struggling to break free of the material. So hard they could cut glass. And the outline of her pussy…how much I wanted to drop to my knees and slide my tongue up and down her crease.

  But nothing would compare to having her to myself, in a place where we wouldn’t be rushed. Where I could let my entire being loose to pursue her, to capture her, to own her.

  I’d waited two months to be with her. Two long, impossible months. Making sure she was ready, that this wasn’t just the thrill of an older man. Something to check off a box on her bucket list.

  I wanted something real and I knew she did too. She was wise beyond her years. Very much so. She didn’t relate to the boys her age. She had told me a few stories about their juvenile behavior. If she drank it was wine, not upside down keg stands. If she partied it was in the company of a few friends, not a crazy packed club. The hedonistic life of sexual debauchery with a stranger only to be repeated the following weekend held no appeal to her, or to me. We were both more interested in finding that one special person, and taking that relationship as deep and as far as possible. The ultimate goal being forever.

  And that’s exactly what we had found in each other. That perfect relationship. The one that is elusive to nearly everyone who steps foot on this earth. The one that had been elusive to me for forty years. Not that I was looking, because I didn’t think it existed. The instant she walked into my life it all made sense.

  I heard the knock on the door. I didn’t have to look at the clock…I’d been staring at it all day. Counting down to our appointment time. She was a bit early as usual. She was always prepared, but not for what I had in store for her tonight.

  Ava

  I didn’t want to wear my new gear underneath my street clothes like I sometimes did to save time. I was afraid the bottoms would already be drenched when I arrived, and I would have been right. I could feel the moistness in my panties as I stood in front of the door to the gym.

  I could see by the feral look in his eyes this morning that he couldn’t resist anymore. He had told me so. Shown me so. I knew tonight he was going to take me. To mark me. To leave no doubt who I belonged to. I had looked forward to it all day, for two whole months. I couldn’t wait any longer.

  I rang the bell and heard the buzzer sound. I pushed the door open and there he was. Standing in the middle of the mat staring at me. I was stepping into the lion’s den. There was no place I’d rather be.

  CHAPTER 7

  Jack

  I wanted her in every way, not just in my bed but in my life. I didn’t want anyone before her and would never want anyone after. Only. Her. Forever.

  I could see by the way she looked at me as she came out of the changing room. She could see my expression had changed. This wouldn’t be one of our regular sessions. This would be a different kind of lesson altogether.

  She came to the mat to meet me. This was how we always started, with some tandem stretching exercises.

  I held out my hands and she placed hers in mine. We put our feet together and then both let our body weight carry us back. From the side we looked like a heart, probably a bit out of balance though. I was so much bigger and couldn’t lean back as far. I outweighed her by too much.

  We each tilted our necks side-to-side, warming up for the night. But there were different muscles to work tonight.

  I stiffened my grip, signaling it was time to use our core strength to pull our bodies back upright. As we quickly pulled toward each other I lost control. My need for her overtook me.

  Our bodies met and my arms wrapped around her, pulling her in tight. My lips crashed down on hers and I felt her body shudder.

  My hand shot up to the side of her face, pushing her hair away behind her ear and caressing the back of her head. My other hand slid down her lower back and squeezed her ass…hard.

  A moan left her lips. As they parted I slid my tongue inside and proceeded to fuck her mouth with mine.

  Both her hands reached behind me and she used my size to pull herself into me. I could feel her heaving breasts against me. I could feel her hard nipples pressed against mine.

  It had only been a few seconds, but it was worth more than a lifetime. I’d have given my entire world just for this, but there was so much more to come. And a lot more to give.

  I pulled away and stared at her lips. They were swollen slightly from my aggressive kisses.

  It was happening so fast, but it was very fucking real.

  I could see a multitude of expressions flash across her face. Lust, confusion, desire and a whole lot more. I knew she wanted me. I knew by the way her body had reacted to mine. She was trying to keep her composure, but it was fading fast.

  “I like seeing you in the gear I bought. I like to know that it’s my gift to you. That you’ll only wear it for me. That I’ll be the only one who will see your breasts heave from your heightened pulse. That I’ll be the only one who will see your nipples tighten trying to break through the fabric. That I’ll be the only one who will see the outline of your pretty pussy through the tight bottoms. The bottoms that will become wet with your juices leaving no question to exactly what you look like without any clothes at all.”

  I reached down two fingers and ran them over her slit. Her mouth opened as she inhaled a short breath. Her eyes closed momentarily before opening just in time to see me take my two fingers and put them in my mouth. Slowly removing them, tasting her sweet juices. The juices that had seeped through her clothes. I could only imagine what she tasted like when my tongue touched her bare flesh.

  “You taste like the sweetest fruit. Like I crawled through a desert oasis and found the fountain of youth just before I was about to die of thirst.”

  She moaned lightly.

  “Tell me you want me to taste you again.”

  “Yes.”

  “Tell me. Tell me you want me to taste you.”

  “I want you to taste me.”

  I kept my eyes focused on hers and placed my fingers at the top of her bottoms. In one quick motion I pulled her body into mine. Her hands raised and met my chest.

  I turned my hand over and slid it underneath the fabric. As my hand descended my middle and index fingers split her crease, on the way back up I joined them right in the middle, applying pressure. I turned them as I brought them up, making sure every part of my fingers were covered in her juice.

  I removed my fingers and took them to my lips. She was watching me intently. She could see just how much she was turning me on, which was turning her on in turn.

  I licked my fingers. It was even better than the first time.

  I dropped to my knees and grabbed the sides of her bottoms at the same time. I yanked them down to her ankles bringing me face to face with her pretty pink pussy.

  She stepped out of her bottoms. I slid my forearms in between her legs until they were behind her back. With her pussy just above my biceps I shot up from my legs until I was standing.

  Her pussy was right in my face. Her head nearly nine feet in the air.

  I dove in face first. Licking her folds and teasing her outer lips.

  I looked up. Her head was back and her hands were in her hair. My forearms acting as the back of an imaginary chair, my biceps
the seat. She was breathing hard, nearly panting. She was out of breath and the race hadn’t even begun.

  But it wasn’t a race. I wanted a marathon. The entire experience, but it wasn’t going to be easy. I was so hot for her I had no idea how I was going to last.

  I pressed my face hard against her pussy and dove deep with my tongue. With my tongue inside I simulated a sexual tornado.

  “I-I-I’m cumming, Jack! I’m cumming!”

  I felt her warm release on my face and I opened my mouth as fully as possible. My tongue working overtime to taste as much of her as I could.

  Her thighs squeezed against my ears. I could feel their convulsions. Her legs had become powerful after two months of working with me. The pressure of her squeeze like a vice grip against my head. She never wanted to let me go. It felt amazing.

  I shot my arms up in the air sending her skyward. She was free in flight. As gravity pulled her back down I grabbed her while she was still at head level, slowing her descent by grabbing her at the hips, and allowing her momentum to carry her through and underneath my legs.

  After I had engineered her soft and perfect landing I kicked my feet back, and let gravity take me to her. I landed in a push-up position right above her.

  I dropped my knees to the mat and put my hands on each side of her head, kissing her lips hard.

  The idea of taking this woman on a mat was just the beginning of the vulgar things I wanted to do to her. I had decided that it was the perfectly imperfect place to take her. All our fantasizes had occurred right here. All the imaginations of what we wanted to do to each other in these exact spots. What better way to explode into each other than in this spot. I had cancelled my earlier appointments and instead had spent the entire afternoon meticulously cleaning it in preparation.

  I pulled her top up over her head and stared at her beautiful body laid out underneath me. Her pale, white skin perfectly contrasted by the heart racing red of the mat beneath her.

  The curves that I had grabbed, maneuvered, and manipulated into hundreds of positions over the last two months laid bare before me. I had owned her on the mat. Now I was going to own her in every other way I could.

  I needed her so fucking badly. Her hair was loose around her face. I grabbed a handful and pulled sideways. Moving in for a kiss, but before I could my lips claimed her exposed neck.

  The smell of her scent amazing. The taste of her skin delicious.

  “Oh, God,” she gasped.

  My lips shot back up to hers and my tongue quickly found its way back into her mouth.

  I groaned and my restraint continued to fall by the wayside. I wanted to flip her over and take her like the dog I was just as much as I wanted to enjoy every other part of her. The enjoyment I was getting right now was beyond words. My mind flooded with thoughts of ways to own her.

  I kissed her harder and I felt her hands come up and rub along my forearms until they reached my biceps. Her nails dug in deep.

  “Tell me this is everything you wanted,” I said.

  “More.”

  I’ll give you more all right.

  “It’s everything and more.”

  “And I’ll give you more. A whole lot more,” I said.

  I was possessed. I was fully consumed by her touch, her scent, and her presence that I couldn’t even think straight.

  “The moment you walked into this place I’ve only been able to think about you,” I whispered in between mouth fucking her. “I haven’t been able to stop, and I haven’t even wanted to. Haven’t tried. Haven’t wanted to.”

  She was my kryptonite. But this was no fantasy tale, this was real. I’d been everywhere and seen everything. It had started to harden me to this world. She rejuvenated me. Reminded me why this world is good. Reminded me of its beauty and the beauty of being young and experiencing things for the first time.

  And I was ready to give her everything. To be my princess. My queen. My all.

  But the dream which I was smack dab in the middle of came to a screeching halt. I felt her hands push against my biceps and I leaned back, giving her space.

  “I have to tell you something. I don’t want to freak you out, but I want you to know. To make sure this is what you want.”

  “There’s nothing you could say that would change my mind. This is exactly what I want. You.”

  “There’s something.”

  “Nothing, I promise. But if it will make you feel more comfortable, please tell me.”

  She took a deep breath and her expression changed with it. She looked more nervous, approval seeking.

  “This is my first time.”

  I knew she was a nice girl, but I didn’t know she’d been saving herself.

  “Baby, it’s a beautiful thing. I respect that and appreciate you telling me.” Damn, I didn’t want to continue, but I had to. “If this isn’t the right time, or the right place, or even if I’m not the right guy…just tell me. We’ll stop right now.”

  Her mouth moved into a smile.

  “Exactly the opposite. I’ve been saving myself for this. For this exact moment. This is the perfect time. The perfect place. And you’re not just the perfect guy, you’re the only guy. I’d been saving myself, but for who I didn’t know exactly. The moment I walked into your gym I knew. I knew it was you.”

  I reached down and kissed her on the forehead.

  “I know I come across a bit innocent, and in a lot of ways I am. But I do have a big imagination, and I like to read. The road into my pants starts by going through the space between my ears. You’ve already done that. I’m ready. I want anything and everything you have to offer. No matter how strange, or dirty, or unusual. You’ve taught me a lot already, and I’m ready to learn more. Learn about something entirely different. To learn about myself sexually.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “I’m sure,” she said. “But since it is my first time I do have one request.”

  “Don’t worry, I’ll go slow and be gentle.”

  Her smile widened as she stared at me, holding her gaze for a moment.

  “Just the opposite. I want you to fuck me like your life depends on it. Fuck me so hard I can’t walk for a week. Fuck me so good that I never forget this moment. Ever.”

  CHAPTER 8

  Jack

  She said it with such conviction I knew I didn’t need to ask her again. And I certainly didn’t need to ask my cock. That beast was fighting to be freed from his cage to wreck havoc on her pussy.

  My heart was about to beat out of my chest. I’m not into the whole virgin fetish thing, but to hear she wanted to save this moment for me…man, that really hit me hard.

  I knew this was a conscious decision she had made over time. Sure the lust part was automatic, but she was wise beyond her years. She had thought this through. She wanted this, to be with me. She was ready. And I damn sure was too.

  Ava

  I was glad he hadn’t asked me a second time. I thought he might out of courtesy, but I didn’t want to be coddled. In my mind I knew he wouldn’t. I had thought this decision through and he had recognized it. It was one of the things I really liked about his experience and wisdom.

  He respected my decisions and let me make them at my own pace. And it made this gorgeous man even more beautiful to me.

  And I knew I wasn’t just another notch in his bed post. He really cared for me. He really appreciated me. He focused on me like no one ever had before. He was genuinely interested in me and my life.

  I had had other chances to have sex before, but I wasn’t about to spread my legs for someone I didn’t respect. It would only make me have less respect for myself, and that’s not what I built my life around. I wanted to be proud of my choices. To make good decisions and hopefully be rewarded for those good, consistent decisions. And my decision was him. And he alone was the reward. The only reward I wanted. The reward I needed.

  But he wasn’t a reward, something to put on a mantle. He was a man. The best man I had ever known. And I w
anted to continue to grow with him.

  Being with him felt so right.

  I wanted to freeze time as much as I wanted to speed it up. The sight of him over me was just as breathtaking as the thought of him deep inside me.

  “That’s exactly what I’m going to do,” he said. His gravelly rough voice matched by his calloused hands and all around ruggedness.

  CHAPTER 9

  Jack