So I came. And God, as I turn to Neil who is stepping into the room behind me, am I ever glad I did.
Neil’s eyes roam around the room, taking it all in, but he doesn’t say anything about my brand of messy.
“Are you going to stand there or are you going to kiss me?” I ask.
He lifts an eyebrow, and I wonder if I sound too bossy; too demanding. But I don’t care. Maybe that is why I’ve never had a long term boyfriend.
But when I look up at Neil, I realize that no — it’s not because I’ve been looking in the wrong places.
Turns out I never needed a boyfriend. I need a man.
I kick off my shoes, he does the same.
We haven’t even kissed but I am ready for him to fuck me.
When I look at his groin … I realize he’s ready for the exact same thing.
“Holy shit,” I say, taking him in. “You’re really …”
“Hard.” He does that eyebrow lift thing again that is so damn sexy I’d wilt if I weren’t so damn hot and bothered.
“Yes, apparently.”
I don’t need him to kiss me. To ask me about my childhood or hobbies or favorite color. I want this man to take control of my body like no man ever has before.
He knows it. What I need. He unbuttons his dress shirt excruciatingly slow and I’d match his pace if I weren’t so damn excited. I unzip my dress, slide off my Spanx and reach to unhook my bra and in all that time he’s only showed me his torso.
“What?” I ask, my fingers on the hooks, more than committed to this hook-up.
“You just...” He groans, dropping his trousers. His hard-on is so freaking huge my clit is throbbing without so much as a single flick. “Fuck, Imogen, you’re gorgeous.”
I feel a heat rise to my cheeks, a flip-flop in my belly, and I can hardly stand to look at the man. He has me all spun up and all out of sorts and I kind of love how utterly unexpected this all is. He is into me and I am so into him, and even though he’s not my type for a hundred different reasons, the only thing I can think — as I take off my bra, step toward him, my eyes on his big, thick cock that is hidden beneath his boxers — is thank God my mother contacted this matchmaker.
I may not be a virgin, but tonight is the first time I’ll ever get off with a real man.
4
NEIL
Sure, it’s been a long time … but holy hell Imogen is different. She is loud and talkative and I have feeling Grace didn’t read my application requests quite as clearly as I expected — but none of that matters as I look over Imogen.
I told her she is gorgeous, but that’s just the tip of the iceberg. Her skin is creamy like almond milk. Her eyes are dark and her hair darker still, like spilled ink. Blunt bangs frame her delicate face. An upturned nose, a laugh that has everyone looking.
But it’s more than that — it’s everything. Her tits are two perfect globes. Small enough to fit in the palm of my hand, and I can’t help but hold them; run my thumb over her nipples, watch as her head falls back, her long neck drawing me closer still. She is exquisite, like a rose—soft petals, lots of layers, thorns on the stem.
I want to peel each petal back, get to her center, make her bloom.
She wants it too.
I run my hand down her belly, to her pussy— her panties are damp and it stirs the wild beast inside me. I don’t ask for permission because she gave it to me when she brought me upstairs.
“Kiss me,” she whimpers, and my heart pounds. I haven’t been with anyone since Margene.
But Imogen … she is not just anyone She is leather and lace and has my cock so fucking hard I’m scared I’ll come way too fucking fast. It’s been years since my shaft has plunged deep in a pussy; since I came hard against a woman who locked eyes with me and gave me her heart.
Fuck, I’m ready. So damn ready. I tilt Imogen’s chin up, my mouth dropping against hers, and I kiss her. Hard. Her fingers run through my hair and our lips part. She’s panting — gasping, and we have hardly begun.
Her mouth is soft, ready to be explored. She tastes sweet like red wine and I tease her lower lip with my teeth, needing to stake a claim on this woman for tonight.
“Oh, Neil,” she moans as I push down her panties, as my fingers run over her wet folds. God she feels good. “Oh, wow, you’re so…”
Her hand runs beneath my boxers, and she takes hold of my rock solid hard-on. My cock is big — I know that — and I’m already wondering just how she’ll handle me.