They Say Love Is Blind

  "Oh...God..." She groaned, which only caused him to increase his attention to her puckered nipple. He pressed his fingertips lightly against the other causing a jolt of electrical-like energy to zip between her clenched thighs.

  "Lee!" She sat up suddenly, causing him to rise up and give her a questioning look. "I've...I've never done this before."

  His face took on a look of awe as he considered her. He sat back suddenly. "You're a virgin?"

  She sat up as well, embarrassed that he was looking at her...or staring at her like she was a freak. She quickly pulled her clothes straight to conceal herself.

  "Well...I've never made love but no, I'm not a virgin." Revealing this caused her to look down.

  He didn't speak for a long time. "It would be my pleasure to make love to you for the first time when you're ready. If not tonight-"

  "Oh, I'm ready." She spoke quickly. "I just wanted you to know that I'm not...experienced."

  He didn't speak immediately, and when he did it was a whisper. "I think that I will fall madly in love with you, querida."

  "Oh." She swallowed past the lump that had formed in her throat. "I think I'd like that, Lee. I'd like that very much." He offered her his hand and she took it—his fingers gently enclosing hers. He turned and led her across the room. They rounded the glass block and ended up in the bedroom. His king size bed was the focal point of the entire room; sheathed in a bright red satin comforter, the only illumination coming from the living area of the house, which gave it a surreal feel.

  ‘This is the bed where I will lose my virginity...' Tory thought. That thought sent her quaking in fear. She wanted this; more than anything that she could imagine, but it was the culmination of all of her fantasies coming to fruition; and it was overwhelming.

  He turned to her, still holding her hand. "Are you ok?"

  "Just anxious."

  He rubbed her arms gently. "We don't have to-"

  Tory boldly gripped his muscular ass, pulling him to her. He seemed genuinely surprised but also pleased to allow her to take control. She moved her hands to his body, running them over his muscles, before yanking up his shirt and pulling it over his head. He helped her to remove it, allowing it to drop on the floor.

  "Oh..." Tory moaned as she took in his perfectly sculptured form; not too big and not too small. Her hands moved over his naked chest her eyes unable to ignore the obvious contrast in their skins. She allowed her finger to graze his nipple. Her hand was dark against his much paler skin and she instantly thought of the ying yang symbol.

  He had been patient in waiting for her to make the next move, but when her fingers circled his areola, Troy began to shudder. His reaction made her even more bold. She closed the slight space between them, hands sliding up the muscular mound of his ass. Her hands then slipped down the back of pants, connecting with his naked buttocks.

  "Mmmm, Tory..." He sighed in a husky voice. Immediately, he placed his hands on her ample bottom. His hooded eyes appeared as slashes in his face as he enjoyed the feel of her curves. "Oooo. You are teasing me relentlessly. And here I thought you were a good girl. I see that you know how to be very bad." She placed her mouth on his nipple; first one then the other and he gasped. "Ahh!" She looked up with a twinkle in her eye. Yes, that was the reaction she was going for.

  "Is this too much for you? I can stop. We can just hold each other-" she joked.

  A passionate growl issued from him and he pressed his lips to hers. He reclaimed his control when he lifted her bodily in his arms and walked to the bed. He slowly and carefully placed her on top of the comforter. And then he unfastened his pants as she stared up at him. He paused. You can look at me naked, but only if I can look at you. Is that a deal?"

  She let out a brave sigh. "Yes. I can do that." She stood slowly and the both of them stripped out of their clothing. Lee was much quicker and was standing before her with a firm body that was every bit as impressive as the statue of David. His erection was thick enough to cause her heart to pound again fearfully. When she had shed everything except her panties and bra, she took a brave breath and removed those last two items, tossing them across the room where they landed on a nearby chair.

  He reached for her, hands gliding over her; each curve, each fold, each stretch mark... 'What is he thinking?' she wondered. And then she saw that he was even harder than before! He climbed onto the bed and she followed him.

  Tory lay down, now more turned-on than nervous. When his hands touched her again, she began to feel as beautiful as he seemed to think she was. Again, Lee took the time to explore her body with his hands, and then soon he used his lips and lastly he used his tongue. She was a bundle of nerves so that soon, even when he leaned over her, Tory shivered uncontrollably.

  When he traced the line of her most intimate crease with one fingertip she moaned softly, parting her legs, exposing her swollen nub. He leaned forward and kissed it. Her body jerked in response. He parted her with two fingers and then sucked her into his mouth.

  Tory arched her back and moaned. Her legs began to tremble violently when he lapped at her pussy with long, hard strokes. Tory reached down and gripped his head, more roughly then she realized but Lee didn't complain. She screeched loudly, fists buried in his silky curls, body thrashing as his tongue worked her hungrily. He paused and reached up, gripping her wrists and removing her death grip from his hair. Her body relaxed instantly and she panted for breath. Lee slid from the bed, moving to the side table where he retrieved a condom.

  Seeing him so hard and ready right there, inches from her face, Tory reached out and wrapped her hand around his shaft while he was preoccupied with the condom. He gasped in surprise and then growled something in Portuguese. Quicker than ever, he had the prophylactic out of its wrapper. Yet, instead of rolling it on, he closed his eyes and allowed Tory's fingers to explore him.

  He felt like satin. Her fingers traced the veins, reveling at how hard a man could get. She circled the head of his engorged cock and Lee could bear no more. He quickly positioned the condom and then moved to nestle between Tory's thighs. She spread her legs wide for him and then felt him push gently into her.

  She tensed when the parting of her flesh became painful.

  "Okay?" He paused, not advancing. She nodded, biting her lips. He kissed her, lingering into it until her heart began to pitter patter again and her hips rolled beneath him. He pushed into her again, slowly, withdrawing a bit and then pressing forward until little by little he was completely within her. He cupped her full breast and listened intently for signs of her pleasure.

  Tory closed her eyes and concentrated on the steady rhythm of Lee's hips; entering, withdrawing, entering, withdrawing. Her chest suddenly hitched and she groaned. It was the sound Lee was waiting for. He continued stoking the fires within her, listening to her breath as it came in gasps, the quivering of her muscles, the movement of her hips. He increased the tempo and she cried out; not in pain but in pleasure.

  "Acertei? É este o ponto certo? Yes! Come on, baby!"

  She continued groaning, moving her hips to match his, feeling the electricity spiraling out from her core, and then cried out loudly as a sudden explosion of pleasure engulfed her.

  Her body clenched down and Lee sucked in a soft breath. "Oh my God..." He felt lightheaded when he finally allowed his body's release. It took every bit of his control not to thrust roughly with abandon! He knew he would hurt her and that one thought kept his pace steady even when his toes clenched in orgasm.

  Tory's body moved in ways that she never thought she could do without blushing and she called out sounds that would have embarrassed her before tonight. But the pleasure of her first man induced orgasm took all thought away...all thought but one, and that was the feel of Lee's engorged penis moving rapidly in and out of her.

  When his movements became staccato and the last cry of pleasure sounded loudly through the loft, Lee and Tory lay panting in each other's arms. He held her, whispering softly in Portuguese. She didn’t know wha
t he said but it didn’t matter. She would listen to him speak in this way to her for as long as he wanted to do it.

  CHAPTER 6

  Tory's eyes popped open but she didn't immediately move. She was under the covers of a bed more comfortable then hers ever had been and an arm was draped over her belly; the body it connected to spooned behind her. But that was not the reason for the slight frown that creased her brow.

  What had awakened her was the mechanical sound of the elevator from the other side of the large home. Lee was sleeping, she could tell by the loud, steady sound of his breathing. Who was coming up the elevator? Should she wake him?

  The gate came up. It wasn't so loud that it should wake Lee up, but since this wasn't her home, any strange noise was alarming to her. By the pinkish light coming through the slats of the window it was just daybreak...seven am?

  She wanted to jump up and put her clothes on...but then she didn't want to leave the safety of the bed; nor the concealment of the comforter. She finally shook Lee's arm.

  "Lee!" She whispered.

  "Mmm?" He sighed, still half asleep.

  "Sweetie, there's somebody in the loft."

  His eyes came open slowly and he stretched, lazily, becoming oriented. "Oh, that's Rosalind."

  Rosalind? The hostess from the restaurant? She gave him a curious look, waiting for an explanation. Of course he couldn't see the look. He gave her a quick squeeze, pulling her into his arms.

  "Does two people with morning breath cancel each other out?” He asked.

  Her brow was knit in alarm that Rosalind was in the house. "No." She said seriously.

  "Okay, then we'll save the good morning kiss for later." He sat up in bed with the comforter over his lap. "Honey? What did I do with my underwear?”

  Honey. He called her honey. She suppressed a smile. “They are...at ten o'clock." She whispered even though he was talking in a normal voice. She had the comforter clutched to her breast, all the way up to her neck. He stood up and stretched again.

  Momentarily she forgot about the girl in the other room and appraised his rounded ass and the line of his back that tapered down to a narrow waist. Damn...no; DAYUM!!!

  She shook her head and quickly smoothed down her hair. Lee used his feet to find his undies and slipped them on quickly. "Stay there, I'll get your clothes."

  "My...panties and bra are on the chair." She whispered. He found them and handed them to her and she climbed beneath the comforter to pull them on frantically. She was hoping to be at least partially dressed before Rosalind made her appearance; but no such luck.

  "Hey, o que é que fazes aqui?” She rounded the glass block and froze in her spot at the sight of Tory peeking out from beneath the comforter. The Portuguese woman's face was in complete shock and her mouth formed a large O.

  "Getting dressed." Lee was fastening his pants. "Roz, we'll be right out."

  "Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" She scurried out of the room. Lee reached down and felt for Tory's dress. She took it from him in embarrassment. What was that woman doing just walking into a grown man's bedroom? He was only seconds from being butt naked!

  "Roz comes by on Saturdays to help me with some errands and things; grocery shopping and such." At seven am???

  "Why so early?"

  "Well to get it out of the way. She's got kids and a hubby." When she was all dressed, Lee reached for her hand. "And when she's not helping me with errands then one of my brothers and sisters do. I don't need much help; I do my own chores, laundry etc."

  When they reached the living room, Rosalind was busily opening the drapes. Tory saw that she'd disposed of the two containers of bottled water. The woman looked at her and Tory saw the recognition. Roz's eyes did a quick scan of her disheveled form before giving her a worried look.

  "I'm so sorry, I-he's usually alone."

  "Roz, this is Tory." Lee seemed not the least affected by the fact that both women were uncomfortable.

  "I remember, from the restaurant." She hurried over and offered her hand. Roz was pretty, appearing to be in her early thirties. She was tall, probably five ten, but her height did a lot to counteract her weight. She was a big woman but also statuesque one.

  The two women clasped hands and as Lee moved towards the kitchen Tory hurried to the couch where her purse still sat and her shoes lay on the floor.

  "Hon, do you want coffee?" Lee called.

  "Yes." Both women replied in unison. They stared at each other suddenly.

  "Three coffees coming up."

  Tory focused on putting on her shoes...damned feet had swollen and they didn't want to go on easily.

  "So..." Roz stood there with her arms crossed before her. "You and Lee are...together?"

  "Uhm..." She hadn't thought that far.

  "The reason I ask is because your shoes were on the floor." She gave Tory a steady look. "And this is the path that he walks. This is the type of thing that could cause him a serious injury...something as small as a carelessly strewn shoe."

  Tory's mouth opened and then closed. She was embarrassed and wasn't sure what to say. "I'll keep that in mind."

  Roz watched her, seeming to want to say more but instead she turned and went to the kitchen. Wow, no one had ever dismissed her so completely. Tory limped to the bathroom and quickly had a meltdown at the sight of her hair. She put it in some order with the items in her bag and then she washed her face and found mouthwash to gurgle with. She didn't like facing someone who obviously didn't like her, while wearing day old panties and having bed head, but she had no choice.

  She walked back to the living room bravely and Lee called out to her from the kitchen. "Tory, we're in here."

  The kitchen was open, a bar and stools defining the space. Yet off to the side was a small dining area near two large windows that overlooked the city. A walk out balcony was nearby. This was just...awesome.

  "How do you take your coffee, Babe?" Tory resisted the urge to glance at Roz to see if she'd answer, but the woman was already sipping her drink.

  "Cream and sugar."

  "Non dairy creamer, ok?"

  "Perfect."

  He poured her coffee carefully and then passed it to her. The cream and sugar he placed on the breakfast bar, and then last a spoon from a drawer.

  "I was telling Roz about Club Kat last night. The music was HOT! Didn't you like that band, Baby?"

  "Yeah, I'm new to Reggaeton but I definitely like it."

  "Tory, honey, you have to have a Portuguese rib the way you danced!"

  Roz laughed in a joking way. "Lee you don't have a Latin girl you have a black one. Man I know you're blind, but you're not that blind are you?!"

  Lee considered his coffee, sipping without comment. Tory blinked. He did know that she was black??? He'd touched her hair...it was relaxed but...

  Lee suddenly turned and poured his coffee down the drain. "Tory, we'll take you home. Is that okay, Roz?"

  Roz was still chuckling. "Of course." Her eyes locked on Tory's before she gave one last laugh.

  "I'm going to shower real quick." He said as he left the kitchen. "I won't be long."

  When Lee was gone, Roz stood and moved about the kitchen, putting everything back in its place. The Portuguese woman ignored her and Tory quickly stood and went into the living room, feeling self conscious. She could hear the shower going in the bathroom and the movements of Roz in the kitchen.

  Feeling awkward, Tory quickly picked up her things intending to slip out of the apartment. She didn't care if she looked a hot mess and smelled of sex. She was going to catch the bus and go home. She was uncomfortable and it wasn't all because of Roz, something about Lee's reactions made her feel unsure. She didn't know what was up with him but she wanted to be gone.

  She was just reaching out to press the button for the elevator when she paused. She closed her eyes and bit her lips, recalling the fun they'd had at the club; and then after. No, she wasn't going to run away like she had before. She marched to the bathroom and knocked on the clos
ed door.

  "Yeah?" Came his voice.

  She opened the door and slipped into the bathroom, closing it behind her. "Um...I think I'm going to pass on the ride home. My bus stop isn’t far and-"

  "Roz makes you uncomfortable?" The water turned off and he pulled back the shower curtain. He reached for a towel and Tory's breath caught in her throat. She was supposed to be saying something but for the life of her she couldn't recollect what...He was gorgeous standing there with water streaming down his toned body as he quickly dried.

  "Tory?"

  "Oh, um, I don't think she likes me very much." And you act like you're trying to get rid of me...