My Sexy Awakening

Feeling insecure

Our trip to Paris was amazing. We enjoyed sightseeing, fantastic food, and each other's company. I also felt that Paul and I were getting closer by the hour. We shared our most intimate thoughts and experiences in a way that allowed us to know each other deeply. I felt there was nothing about me that he didn't know. Despite my insecurities, I wanted to believe that Paul was also showing himself the way I was. 

Paul asked me if I had plans for Friday evening on the way home. When I said that I was free, he told me that he wanted me to attend a function with him. He supported a charity that would have its annual gala, and he wanted me to be his plus one. 

-Let them all know you are taken. I want everyone to know you are mine, all mine. 

I was beyond happy. Going with Paul to a public event meant that we would become official. He also told me that he had arranged for us to have lunch on Sunday at this place because he wanted me to meet his sister Xandy formally. I couldn't believe that the random seducer was finally settling down and that he decided to settle down with me. Again, my insecurities came now and then, pushing me to ask myself if this wasn't too good to be true. If Paul was showing his true colors, if, eventually, he would cheat as Ethan did. I tried very hard to shove all those negative thoughts out of my mind and enjoy this wonderful relationship we were building.

Since we were out of town for several days, we had to work hard when we returned from our trip. Still, we managed to have dinner together each night and sleep together after making love. Life couldn't be better. Friday afternoon, I faced-timed with Lucy to get some last-minute advice about which of the two gowns she gave me was better for the gala. We decided to go for the red gown, which I wear with back stilettos and a clutch. Paul picked me up at 6. He was breathtaking in his tux. He had a small gift bag and handed it to me. A small blue velvet box contained the most beautiful diamond earrings I ever saw.

-Let me, darling. You look like a goddess. My personal goddess. 

I held him tight and kissed him sweetly.

-You didn't have to, Paul. But thank you. They are just beautiful. 

-Let me spoil you rotten, darling. You deserve to be treated like a princess. 

In the limo, I was a nervous wreck. Again, my insecurities spoke loud and clear. I was not a glamorous woman, at least not like the women he was used to. He probably sensed my sudden uneasiness, so he held me tight and kissed my forehead.

-You know something, Andrea? Since my divorce, this is the first time that I have brought a plus one to a gala, aside from my sister Xandy or the PR manager from my company, who sometimes comes with me if I suspect I will have to address the press. She is excellent at that, and I never have the patience to talk with the journalists anyways. Unless the journalist is a beauty, with a great ass, round t**s, pouty lips, and a beautiful mind, and since this beauty gets all my attention, I do not have time to address others.

As usual, Paul knew what to say to make me laugh and put my nerves at ease. The gala took place at a beautiful historic hotel downtown. When we got in, I felt all the eyes were on us.

-Why is everyone staring, Paul?

-The men are staring because they want to be me, and the women because they want to be you. You are breathtaking, darling.

We walked around, he introduced me to everyone, and we had the chance to meet fascinating people, from entrepreneurs and celebrities to social workers and counselors involved with the charity. At some point, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. When I was in front of the mirror, touching my makeup, I felt a woman scrutinizing me. 

-It won't last, you know?

I looked at her, and I immediately recognized her. She was Vivian, Paul's ex. She was a shockingly beautiful woman. She looked at me up and down as if she was repulsed by what she saw.  

-Excuse me?

-I said it wouldn't last. When I left Paul, he was devastated. He begged me to stay, but I didn't. I needed to take a break. He is too intense when he is in love… So, enjoy him while you can, because my break will be over any time, and when it does, he will be wrapped around my finger and my bed, I must add, as he wants to be. You are just a temporary replacement, sweety. Not more, not less. 

With a chuckle, she left the bathroom, leaving me with the feeling that everything was too good to be true and that I had to prepare for the worst. A knock on the door made me come back to reality. When I managed to control the tears that were threatening to fall, I opened the door. Paul was there, looking at me with worried eyes. 

-Are you ok, darling? Did Viviane say something to you? I saw her stepping out of the bathroom a few minutes ago. She is a professional b***h, who will try to ruin everything for me, for us. After the divorce, she said I would never be happy as long as she lived. Please do not listen to her. She is a selfish, bitter woman who enjoys making others feel bad. Please, Andrea, disregard whatever she said.  

I nodded but did not want Paul to know what she said to me and how she made me feel. I told him I didn't want her to ruin our time together and begged him not to talk about what happened, at least for now. I was glad he didn't insist, and we could resume our evening. When we got back to his place, he kissed me tenderly and asked if I wanted to talk about it. 

-I don't, so I'll give you the short version, and please don't make me talk about it any longer. Vivian said you were devastated when she left you and that we were not going to last, that you were going to go back to her anytime soon. She made me feel insignificant and worthless. The worst part is that I think she is right. Look at you! You are perfect. Why would a man like you be interested in someone like me? Sorry, Paul, I need to go home.

-No darling, you are not going anywhere. Don't let her ruin what we have. There is no way I would be with her again, or with any other woman for that matter. I want you; I am in love with you; I love you, Andrea. I really do. I wanted to prepare another surprise date to tell you how I feel about you and how much I love you. This manipulative b***h already robbed me of the experience of saying I love you for the first time in a unique way. Don't let her take anything else away, please. 

His words touched my soul. He said he loved me. Oh my God. Is he really in love with me? His words made me immediately erase the way Viviane made me feel. Paul's confession made me realize that what we have is special and that I cannot let my insecurities affect my relationship with him. I must protect our relationship from me, not from Vivian.

-I love you too, Paul. So much it hurts. The idea of losing you is just unbearable. I would not be able to resist if you leave me, Paul. I do not want to sound desperate and needy, but it is true. I have had too many losses in my life already. I love you with all that I have.   

We held each other tight for a while. Paul's lips touched mine, first softly, then insistently. The kiss became hot, desperate, intoxicating. I wanted to take everything he had to offer, and I wanted him to take all of me, to swallow me whole. We removed each other's clothing in record time until we were completely naked. I admired his perfect body, how his hard chest moved every time he breathed, the sharp shape of his abs and v line, his toned legs. His magnificent c**k. He was a masterpiece, a Greek God. And the way he looked at me as if I were the most beautiful sight he ever saw made me feel wanted and needed. 

He started to kiss me again, moving his relentless hands all over my body. He walked me backward until my legs hit the bed. Then, he softly pushed me into bed and placed one of his hands in my hungry p***y. 

-I love that you are so wet for me. The way your body reacts to me every time I touch you makes me feel I am the luckiest man alive. And you look sexy as f**k when you're horny. Jesus, I love you. 

-I love you too, Paul, so much. 

He started to touch me and to suck on my c**t. The sensation was incredible. One hand was moving between my folds, and the other was pinching my n*****s, one at a time. I started to feel my climax building like a tsunami. My orgasm took over with a vengeance. It was too much. Too good. Too perfect. 

-Gosh Andrea, you look so beautiful when you come. I need to be inside you, now. 

-Yes, please.

With a single, hard thrust, he entered me. He wasn't gentle, and I loved it. His pace kept relentless until he suddenly left my body, and I immediately missed his absence. 

-Please ride me, darling.  

And that I did, with the same virulence he had. He took my breasts and squeezed them, looking at me as he wanted to devour me alive. When he moved one hand and placed a thumb over my c**t, I had an earthshattering orgasm once again. When I was done, he moved away.

-I want to mark you. I want to come all over your gorgeous t**s.

He fisted his rigid c**k, once, twice, and then exploded all over my breast, neck, and abdomen. His face was pure bliss. Pure love. After we calmed down, we took a shower together, washing each other's bodies tenderly. He asked me to spend the night with him, and I did. There is nothing I can deny him from.