Online Lovers (2 page)

              “I’m sorry to have disappointed you,” she said, lifting her glass of water to take a much needed calming sip. Her tone suggested that she was less ashamed and more angry.

              Now, it was his turn to look chastised. The high rise of his cheekbones flared upward as
his eyes dropped to the tablecloth. Hands, which had been settled in his lap, rose to play idly with his napkin.

              “I, uh… that was not what I meant.”

              Rachel placed her glass back down and leaned forward. “What did you mean?”

              “I, uh, I…” he stuttered again. “You are much prettier than your picture suggested. I was, uh, surprised by the dress. It makes you look, uh, look… even better. I like it. I should have told you where we, uh… where I was taking you. It is my fault.” His deep baritone hemmed and hawed as he fought through his answer. All the suaveness of his previous persona crumbling under her hard stare.

              She waited as he finished. Her stare softening. He was as nervous as she was. Forgetting her anger, she reached across the tiny table and clasped one of his hands. His eyes immediately shot up to hers and she could have sworn he looked scared.

              “I forgive you.” A moment passed between them. She held his hands, her fingers curled into his palm, his fingers squeezing hers gently. Both relaxed. They smiled across the table at each other.

              “Perhaps we should order,” she suggested.

              “The food here is wonderful,” he said, already back to his suave, in-control, confident self.

              Rachel sighed. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be one of the first dates-from-hell after all. Dinner was excellent. Her fish perfectly baked and the parmesan cream sauce a perfect complement. The broccoli was steamed and flavored as she preferred and even the glass of wine was ideal and very soothing to her nerves. Likewise, Richard seemed to equally enjoy his dinner.

              They talked about their careers, their families, and funny stories about past first dates. They were playful and kind, pleasant and reciprocal. All in all, a good first date, full of promise.

              He offered his arm as they left and she took it. He waved down a cab and then gave his address to the driver. She glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, but didn’t ask. The cab moved easily through the traffic. Richard’s hand slid across the seat to take her own. They did not speak, just stared forward, holding hands. When the driver reached his address, a brownstone, he helped her from the car. He paid the driver and then he left, leaving them staring up at the door.

              “Would you like to come in?”

              She hesitated. First dates that ended up at one person’s house usually ended in bed. And first dates that ended in bed, never seemed to progress past the first date. Rachel liked Richard. “I, um…”

              “For a cup of coffee?” He added, noticing her pause. “I promise.”

              She was already here. “Just coffee?”

              “Just coffee.”

              His grin widened and all at once he looked like a boy at Christmas. He even lifted his fingers in a boy-scout pledge. She caved. “Sure. Lead the way.”

              Fifteen minutes later and Richard had her pushed against the wall, arms braced on either side of her head, their tongues wrestling, panting heavy breaths, and hearts racing. Her fingers were running through his hair, nails scraping his scalp, pulling his head closer and holding him still as she claimed his mouth in another open mouth kiss. Finally, she pulled back, releasing her grip on his head momentarily. Her brain was screaming at her for oxygen.

              “So, the bedroom?” His dark eyes glowed. His lips lifted in a devilish grin full of dirty thoughts and mischievousness.

              “You had this planned?” She accused, her tone light-hearted.

              “I swear all I had in mind was the coffee.” He held up both hands in surrender.

              She laughed and he grabbed her hand to drag her to the bedroom. Once inside, he playfully hauled her up into his arms and tossed her onto the bed. She bounced and giggled. He fell atop her and they picked up where they’d left off in the hallway. Her hands ran up and down his chest. Grabbing the bottom of his dress shirt, she pulled it free of his slacks and snaked a hand down under his waistband. He growled into her mouth. His own hand slipped under her dress and he stroked a possessive caress up her thigh to tickle the elastic of her panties.

              “Naked, now,” he hissed, yanking his head back and nipping at her bottom lip.

              She agreed, and flicking her tongue out to lick her bottom lip, shoved him off her. They stood on either side of the bed and kept eye contact as much as possible as they both undressed, tossing their clothes every which way. She was bare first and naked as the day she was born. Launching herself across the bed to tackle him, she misjudged her target and went flying towards his head with her crotch. Before she could feel embarrassed, he caught her legs and quickly wrapped an arm around her waist, but the bedside table wobbled and threatened to crash. Somehow, he managed, in the middle of everything to get a foot against the table and right it.

              “Are you always so adventurous, Rachel?”

              She smirked. “Are you really a ninja? Nice job!”

              He chuckled, deep and throaty and all her senses zeroed back in on him. She was tingling in places she had never tingled before. He finished stripping down in bed. Shoving down his boxers—his last stitch of clothing—he dropped her to the sheets and rolled her under him. For a long few minutes, they just stared into each other’s eyes. She felt his solid, muscular length along her own tinier, curvier frame. His body was hot—literally—and a perfect fit. She was the first to move. Lifting her hips, she ground her pelvis into his. She writhed side to side, stroking her erect nipples across his chest. His chest hair both tickled and aroused her until she was panting from need. Spreading her legs and settling him between them, she wanted to shout to the heavens as his cock slipped and pressed against her folds. She was already wet. Very wet, very hot, and very aroused.

              With a subtle rocking motion she moved into him. She felt her labia open, then her inner folds. The underside of his cock, silken steel if felt like, rubbed her clit and she whimpered. Literally. Like a cat. She had never made such a noise before and it startled her. He seemed too distracted to notice. His lips were pressed to the sensitive skin beneath her ear, but he’d given up his torturous kissing and nibbling as soon as she’d started to move.

              His breathing, too, had changed. He was holding his breath, exhaling in whooshes as she stilled. She realized all at once that he was trying to be the hero, to hold out and let her cum before he’d climax. She thought it was sweet but hoped it wasn't an indication of how short their sex would be.

              However, misguided. She wanted to cum with him and as hot and wound-up as they both were, it wouldn’t take much.

              “Richard, I want you inside me.” Rachel whispered the words and wasn’t sure he heard.

              But he did. Pushing himself up onto his locked elbows, he glanced down between their bodies. She looked, too. His cock was glistening, lubricated in her juice. He quickly and momentarily lifted his body to put on a condom and gave her a long lusty kiss to distract her from any awkwardness. She didn't mind though. The fact that he was responsible enough to be careful even in the throws of passion made her want him even more. He shifted his gaze back to her face.

              “Ready?”

              She nodded, tilting her pelvis and lifting her hips to encourage him. He entered slowly, while slowly caressing her clit and teased her inner folds apart as he dipped in and out in a rhythm as old as time. She forced herself to relax. She was tight, she knew, and she wanted him as fully inside her as he could. Over and over, he penetrated her. Her pussy gripped at his dick and tried to hold him deep. He finally groaned as he seated his cock snugly within her core. She moaned back. Her head pressed to the sheets. Her back arched.

              He shifted, then began to take her hard. Thrusting quickly, he plunged his cock inside her again and again. She huffed with the effort to keep from collapsing, loving every second of this new driving rhythm. Balancing on one arm, he grabbed a breast and massaged the flesh. His fingers found her nipple and teased. She lost her breath. Her eyes closed and she whimpered. It was a plea.

              He understood. He moved faster, harder. He pulled at her nipple. She could no longer contain her feelings and began to moan words of pleasure into his ears.

              “Damn, your dick feels so good inside my pussy. Please don't stop.” she screamed.

              He took her command as a challenge and stood up on his knees in the bed. He took her legs from around his waist and placed her ankles on his shoulders. He pounded deep into her with strong  strokes as he held her mid air with her thighs. She came, mouth open and jammed her fist in her mouth to muffle her screaming so loud that every neighbor would hear. He thrust throughout her orgasm only stilling after he started to cum. He came with a sexy moan and his body jerked sporadically before  falling upon her chest. Their foreheads pressed together, panting.

              He gathered her in his arms and rolled them over so she was on top. Ducking her head into the crook of his neck, she closed her eyes.

              “Wow,” was all she could think.

              Rachel heard the buzzing before she opened her eyes. She groaned, turning over and blinking to try and wake herself up. The room around her was unfamiliar and it took her a few moments to realize that she was still at Richard's place.

              "He let me stay the night," she thought, a blush rising to her cheeks. He was really winning points with her specifications, but she wondered what the buzzing sound that roused her was.

              There was movement next to her as Richard shifted over to the night table near his side of the bed (the one they almost knocked over earlier in their eagerness to get their clothing off). After he answered his phone he called her a cab and politely asked her to leave.

              It was two o’clock in the morning and Prince charming was good in bed, but not the total package. One down and two more to try. After tonight she would have fun trying again.

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              Ronnie is the next guy on Rachel's list and he reaches out to her first when she says she'd like to meet with him. Apparently, he already had something special in mind.

              I really want to buy you a drink ;).
He messaged her the address to one of the most popular bars in the city, from what Rachel's Google search was bringing up. 'Silk' was the place you went to when you wanted to lose yourself for the evening. It was one of the biggest hot-spots in the city and provided some of the best entertainment that you could get from the night scene.

              Rachel headed to the bar a bit early, wanting to find a good place to sit before it got too crowded. There was no problem with her getting in and, by the time she found a seat at the bar, the club was already filled to the brim. It was on and poppin'.

              She didn't realize there were eyes on her until the bartender tapped her arm.

              "Are you Rachel?!" he yelled over the thumping music.

              She nodded, not wanting to wear out her voice so early in the evening, and studied the bartender. He wasn't the man that was in Ronnie's profile picture, so she wondered how he knew who she was.

              The bartender gave her a grin. "Ronnie told me you were coming and wanted you to sample one of my best drinks before she joins you."

              Rachel nodded again, wondering why the loud bass made it sound like the bartender said 'she' instead of 'he.' The bartender didn't offer an acknowledgment to his slip and his hands were a flurry of movement as he poured, stirred, and shook out a drink that he slid over to Rachel. It was bright pink, almost glowing under the bit of backlight that bled from the dance floor.