Awakened by You

Clayton I give Bruce the signal to go as I let Skye pull me along toward the building. I can’t believe she has asked me to stay the night. I’d respected her boundaries all week, letting her show me how far to go. The heavy petting sessions had taken me back to my high school days. I’d come in my pants a couple of times something I hadn’t done since I was seventeen and I didn’t care. I had thoroughly enjoyed every minute of my time with Skye and now I got to make out and go all the way. “Take your time, don’t rush her or you will scare her” my conscious admonishes. My heart aches as I recall how she’d asked me to be gentle with her. If I ever met the bastard who had hurt her I will rip him apart and then I will kill him. We get into the elevator and Skye looks up at me, I can see the mixed emotions she is struggling with. God she steals my breath she is so beautiful. I pull her into my arms and kiss her gently and very slowly doing my best to calm her and put to rest any anxiety. I will never tire of the feeling of holding her in my arms and kissing her. I’ve been hard from the moment I saw her earlier this evening, that doesn’t bother me because I’ve been walking around all week either semi or full on erect. Now it’s different, now my cock is throbbing painfully anticipating what is about to happen. I’m determined to savor every minute and part of her. This past week has been a whole new experience for me, comprehension hits me. I’m so used to women throwing themselves at me I never bother getting to know them. I mean truly get to know them. I’ve always categorized women into two groups; those that just want sex with me so they can boast to their friends and those that jump in the sack with me in the hope of getting to know me and taking things further, only I wasn’t interested by then. Skye doesn’t fit in to either of these groups. She is in a class all of her own. Over the week we’d gotten to know each other, she is genuinely interested in me and my business and not my money, hell she has plenty of her own. Not only that but she’s challenged my thinking and business practices, she’s even given me suggestions and ideas that I’ve implemented and I’m already seeing a return on investment and cost savings for Christ sake. She didn’t initiate sex. The heavy petting had been a natural progression from the heated kissing and god bless her she’d even asked me if I was okay with it not going any further, for the first time in my life I was. I really, really didn’t want to fuck up what we have between us. Ultimately she has no expectations, hell she is about to leave the country. I jolt breaking the kiss; I realize the physical jolt had been the elevator stopping but the emotional jolt! I puzzle over that as we walk through her apartment. What did that mean? I push the thought aside as we enter her bedroom. A huge bed dominates the room. I notice boxes and open suitcases around the rest of the space and heaps of clothes neatly piled in the cases or around the floor all evidence of the pending departure. “Sorry about the mess” her voice quivers making me realize just how nervous she is and I notice she’s trembling. “We don’t have to do this” I say putting my arms around her and rubbing her back in an attempt to soothe her, if my cock could speak it will be shouting shut the fuck up, yes we do. Looking at me with wide eyes she whispers “I want to” raising on to her tip toes she kisses me. Christ I love the taste of her and I want more a lot more but I want her to feel in control. I break the kiss and step back. Confusion flits across her face. “Undress me” I keep the command soft. Skye will have the control, I will direct her actions. She reaches for my jeans “top first” Skye lets out slow exhale and with trembling hands catches the hem of my t-shirt and lifts it. I bend so she can pull it over my head. A gasp escapes her as she takes her first look at my torso as I stand up to my full height. I look after myself and work out every day so I’m all clearly defined muscle. Her hands reach out to touch me then at the last minute she curls her fingers as if changing her mind or to stop herself. I want her hands on me. I crave her touch, to feel them run over my skin. “Touch me” my voice rasps betraying my desire and need. Her look of rapt awe heats my blood. Tentatively she runs her fingers feather light over my abs and up to my chest, circling my nipples, tracing my pectorals and back down my stomach and waist. My whole body trembles and twitches at her soft caress. I have to force myself to keep still and bite back on the groans of pure pleasure I feel from her touch. Her hands continue to explore, she moves behind me and runs her hands over my back and down my spine, her touch becoming firmer, bolder as she gains confidence.