Nice Girl (31 page)

I looked in the mirror at my brand new lingerie that Vinnie was not going to see tonight.  Strangely I was no longer disappointed.  I enjoyed the weeks leading up to this night of seduction.  The dreaming, the flirting, the shopping for sexy clothes.  I thought back to how much I’ve grown since I started at A and V.   Here I was avoiding a relationship with a man because I told myself it was men that made me feel powerless.   I blurted out that what I was waiting for was a hero?  Not necessarily a hero to save me. 

Maybe it was I that was saving the hero. 

I dressed in my new silk nightgown that I bought on my last shopping spree.  It was pure white and oh so titillating.  It had spaghetti straps with a neckline that just barely covered my breasts.  The length hit right above my knees.  I felt sexy and alluring.  One day I would wear it for Vinnie.

I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth.  I couldn’t wait to scrub off the professionally done makeup.  My earlier tears had streaked the heavy eye makeup and mascara to the point that I looked like a Halloween mask.  Maybe it was good that Vinnie left when he did, I thought ironically.

I turned back the covers on the bed feeling a weight leaving me at the idea of sleep.  I was emotionally drained.  Tomorrow morning I’d call Vinnie and ask him to drive me home.  I’d show him that I was the woman who believed in him.  His past didn’t scare me off.  I would always be there for him.  I would never abandon him.  Tomorrow was a new day. 

As I went to turn out the light, there was a soft knock at the door.  My body immediately tensed up.  There was no way that Jeff could be that stupid.  Or was he just crazy?  Was Jamie’s story about my fear of being attacked in a hotel room some sort of premonition?  This was the ridiculous thought going through my nervous mind as I tiptoed to the hotel door. 

Quietly as I could I maneuvered myself to the peephole. 

It was Vinnie.

A rush of adrenaline went through my system as I whipped the door open. 

“Vinnie?”  I asked in a pained voice when I saw his face. 

He still looked distressed until I watched his eyes move from my face and then down.  I quickly realized that I had burst the door open wearing my revealing nightgown.   The lights were still on in my room which could only mean that the sheerness of my gown was showing right through.  I could feel the hardness of my nipples straining through flimsy material.  That was exactly where his eyes were looking.

I wanted to ask if he was okay.  I didn’t get a chance.

He grabbed me with his one arm while the other one cupped the back of my neck.  I heard the door slam shut as he bent my head back and devoured my mouth.   He tasted faintly of whiskey which I found surprising since I have only ever seen him drink beer.  The way his tongue was greedily exploring my mouth left me too weak to ponder any more thoughts on where he was and what he was drinking. 

His hand that had circled my waist began to move up to my breasts.  He circled my nipple with his thumb.  His touch was so light and gentle yet the effect was immediate.  I was almost embarrassed at how fast my body reacted.  I heard myself moan.  I was never so happy with the thinness of my nightgown.  I almost felt like there was no material between my skin and his hand.

As he continued to torment my breast with one hand, his other hand began to move down my back.  When he reached the hem of my nightgown, I gasped. 

He stiffened.

I’m sure his first thought was that I was unsure.  Quickly I needed to reassure him. 

“Vinnie, don’t stop.”  I said practically in his mouth because I hated that he stopped kissing me.

He pulled his head back and cupped my chin.  Peering right into my eyes, I almost wanted to look away.  I was so scared he was going to stop.

“Are you sure?” his voice was shaky.  He was as out of breath as I.

“Do you have a condom?”  I knew that one question would seal any doubts he thought I had.

“Yes.”  His voice was now raspy and it resonated right through me.

His eyes never left mine as he reached in his back pocket for his wallet.  He took out that square crinkly package.  I sure hadn’t seen one of those in awhile. 

He held it up and smiled. “Does this make it better?”

My expressive face betrayed me again.  When I blushed and looked down, his smile fell.

“Grace?  We don’t have to.”   

“No!”  I panicked. “I want to.  It’s just….”

He took my hand, led me to the bed, and sat me down.

“Grace, let me start…..When I walked out of here, I was so mad at myself.   I don’t want you to see that side of me.  The man who is crazed.  Violent.    I want to be a better man for you.  If it means this is all going too fast, I can slow down.  I came back just to hold you.  I don’t know what got in me when you opened the door.  Well, maybe I do.  I think it was that you’re half dressed.”  He smirked.

He was being so honest.   I was well aware of his past.  I knew what drove his fears.  I realized then he had no idea what was scaring me away.

“Vinnie, I want you to do more than hold me.”  I took a deep breath.  “I only hesitated because….” 

Just say it. 
  “…..because I don’t have a lot of experience.”

He looked confused.  I didn’t blame him.  I needed to spit out more clearly.

“I, uh... I’ve only had sex three times.”

He visibly relaxed and then smiled.  “You thought that would bother me?”

“Well, yeah.  You have, um,
been with
, um, professional women.”

“So?”  He looked amused.

“Well, lot’s of them, I heard.”  I said through gritted teeth.

He picked up on my snappiness.  He took my hand in his and gave me a look of concern.  “What does that have to do with you and me?” 

I ripped my hand out of his and covered my face like a big baby.  “It means I don’t know what I’m doing in bed.”

He grabbed both my hands.  I tried pushing back so that I could continue to cover my face.  I’m not sure why I thought I could fight his strength.  He easily removed my hands like he was picking up a toothpick.  I pressed my face into his shoulder.  He was laughing now.  “Why are you so embarrassed?”

He took hold of my chin and said in that commanding tone “Grace, look at me.”

I opened my eyes.

“Tell me what you’re afraid of?”  He was serious again.  His eyes pierced right through me.   

I started to look down but he tugged at my chin a little harder to give me the message we were going to discuss this.

“I’m afraid I’ll disappoint you.”  I whispered and my eyes began to tear.

“Oh Grace.”  He kissed me then, just lightly on my lips.  “Don’t you know?”  He asked.

I shook my head no.  I shut my eyes.  He then kissed both of my closed eyes. 

“Don’t you know this will be new for me too?”  Vinnie laid me back on the bed.  “I’ve fucked a lot of women but I’ve never made love.  You will be my first.”   

He started kissing me again and this time it was deeper.  The sensation of lying on a bed together was so erotic I didn’t know what to feel first.  The deep probing of his tongue.   The touch of his hands stroking my arms.  The awareness of his body grounded against mine.

He stopped.

“Why did you stop?”  I whimpered.

“I want to make sure this is what you want.”

“Here’s your answer.”  I boldly said as I grabbed his shirt to pull him back down.

I could feel his smile through our kisses.   “That’s the answer I was hoping for.”

  He kissed a gentle line from my jaw down to my neck all the while his hand continued that expert stroking of my breasts.  He began to maneuver down my side towards the point at which my nightgown was now bunched up at the top of my thighs.  He led his hand under my nightgown and started to pull it up.  My hips instinctively arched into him.  His hand reached my bare ass and he stopped. 

He started to sit up. 

“What’s wrong?”  I panted.

“I think I’m wearing too many clothes.” He grinned.  He must have realized then that I would have been completely naked if I took off my gown.  He would have been fully dressed.  There were no bounds to how this man always wanted me to feel safe.

He began unbuttoning his shirt. 

I sat up on my elbows watching him.  “I always had this fantasy about seeing you without a shirt on.”

“I think we’ll be experiencing quite a few fantasies tonight.”

His shirt came off and my jaw dropped.

“Jamie said you work out with weights two hours a day.”  I gulped.

“Yeah, well, it was my only outlet for a while.”  He stood up and started taking off his belt.  This should have been the defining moment but I still couldn’t take my eyes off of his stunning chest.

  Now there are some women who say they aren’t attracted to body builders.  It is too fake looking.  Huge bulging muscles are the extreme.  A nicely defined man is just enough. 

Well those women are obviously clueless.  I was practically drooling.  I had seen those massive biceps outlined in tight t-shirts.  What I wasn’t prepared for was the well formed pectorals and tightly lined stomach muscles.  So, that’s what they mean by a six pack.   And it was there for me to touch and explore.  I wanted to run my hands and my tongue over every ridge of those incredibly defined lines. 

I was on my knees on the bed and I scooted over to him.  He had gotten his pants off and was standing there in black boxer briefs.  His erection had tented his briefs.   I couldn’t help a strong sense of satisfaction that it was so pronounced because of me.   Leaning on my knees on the bed allowed me to be eye level with him.  I bent in to kiss him but stopped when I noticed something on his chest just below his shoulder.  It was a round scar.  I ran my finger over it.

“Is this where you got shot?”

“Yeah.  You can see where the bullet came out on the other side.”

I stepped off the bed and circled around to his back.  Sure enough, a similar round scar was on his back just under his shoulder blade.

“Oh my god, it did go right through you.”  I kissed the scar on his back.   He turned and circled his arms around me.  I reached up and stroked the scar on his face.  “Vinnie, I wish I could make these battle wounds go away.”

“I don’t want them to.  They remind me of how far I’ve come.”  He kissed me deeply.  “You, Grace, remind me of where I want to go.”

That’s it. I am officially in love with him.

Within one quick swoop, my nightgown was pulled over my head.   His strong arms guided me back to the bed.  He leaned on one elbow and stared at my body.

“You’re beautiful.”  He whispered as his hands cupped my breasts.

“You don’t think they’re too big?  A guy once told me that more than a mouthful was a waste.”

Vinnie’s scowl returned for just a brief moment.  “I guess an idiot who wants an anorexic coke whore would say that.  The type of woman I crave has soft sexy curves like these.  Haven’t you noticed that I can’t stop touching you all the time?”  He ran his hands down from my sides to my hips.  “Plus it helps that I’m a breast man myself.”  He grinned as he brought both his hands back to my breasts.  “I could feast on these for days.” 

…….and he was obviously set on doing just that.

He began sucking on one nipple while his thumb stroked the other.  I had never imagined that this one act could be so intense.  I’ve had guys suck on my breasts before but it did nothing for me.  With Vinnie, I felt sensation going all the way down.  My stomach clenched, my back arched, and I felt a wetness right there. 

Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he switched his mouth to the other nipple.  I wasn’t sure what I should be doing with my hands.  I had been stroking his back.  His hard muscular amazing back.   

“Are you going to take these off?”  I snapped at the waistband of his boxer briefs.

“Not yet.”  He mumbled barely taking his mouth off of me.  “I don’t want to lose control.”

  I giggled.

He brought his head back to eye level with mine.  “You think that’s funny? “  He didn’t give me a chance to answer and he drove his tongue back in my mouth. 

I broke away.  “I want to see you lose control if it means you’re completely naked, of course.”

“I’m about to come in my briefs.”  He groaned.

“Really?”  I asked incredulously.

He stroked my cheek as he gazed right into my eyes.  “Yeah, really.  That’s what you do to me.  But I’m not going to come until I make you come.”

Without taking his eyes off of mine, he brought his hand down to between my legs.  He started stroking his fingers inside me. 

He moaned  “You’re so wet.  I can’t wait to get in here.  But first I’m going to take care of you.”

I stiffened.   “Vinnie, I uh, I d-don’t know if I can.”

              “Don’t know if you can?”

“I’ve never had an orgasm.  I don’t know what to do.”  Now my eyes were definitely tearing up. 

He closed his eyes briefly and shook his head.  I’m sure at that point he just realized what an inexperienced loser I was.

“Stupid selfish college boys.”  He snapped.

“Maybe I can’t.”  I whispered.

“Oh Grace.  I seriously doubt that.”  He used the back of his hand to lightly graze the top of my breasts.  I shivered.  “You are very responsive.  In fact…..”  He began lowering his head down my body.  “….I just realized how lucky I am.  I get to be the one that shows this luscious body how to come.”

He was moving down.  Holy Shit!  It was finally going to happen.

Chapter 35

He planted kisses on my stomach as he started moving down.  The lightest gentlest kisses.   My eyes became watery again.

Why am I being so emotional?  It was just sex.  Okay, maybe it was because it was sex with a man I just decided I was helplessly in love with. 

His tongue trailed a path to each of my hip bones and then back to my belly button.  His hands moved to the insides of my thighs.  I think I was holding my breath.

“Grace, just relax.”  He murmured.

“I-I am.”  I said in a shaky voice.

“Grace, look at me.”  There it was again.   That authoritative domineering tone that made me tingly and want to instantly comply.