My Sexy Awakening

Doing other things

When we got to Paul's place, we all were in awe. He lived in the most incredible mansion I ever saw. It was a 19th-century building, decorated with a classical art nouveau style. The property has been in his family for more than 50 years. Their grandparents bought it when they got married. Paul's mother grew up in this house and lived there until she married Paul's father. Soon after, they had Xandy, Paul's sister, and Paul was born one year later. When he was still a toddler, his parents died in a plane crash, so Paul and his sister moved here and were raised by their grandparents. They had a happy childhood. Unfortunately, his grandparents passed away a few years ago, but he is glad they lived an extraordinary life. 

The garden was exquisite and massive. We had dinner outside and enjoyed great food and company. Paul seemed to fit incredibly well with my people, and everyone acted as they had known him for a very long time. He made sure to talk to each one of them separately. With Tom, they spoke about real estate. Paul invested in some old apartment buildings around town, and Tom advised him how to approach some renovation he was planning to do. He also took great interest in knowing about baby Natalia and discussed with Mariana the many challenges of parenting. With Amanda, he talked about her strategies to expand her business and take it to the next level. We all had a great time. 

When everyone left, we kissed senselessly, and I told him it was time for me to go home. Paul asked me to stay. I felt a little anxious because it was the first time we were alone. I think he realized I was getting nervous and, as usual, found a way to make me feel more relaxed.  

-Do you want a grand tour of my home?

-I would love that, Paul.

He showed me around, explaining the story behind every room and sharing more memories of his childhood with me. Suddenly, we were at his bedroom door, and I instantly tensed. Paul held me tight and spoke sweetly to my ear. 

-It is me, darling, no need to be afraid. I know you are not ready for s*x yet and, besides, I want our first time to be something spectacular that you will never forget. I need to plan it. I want to blow your mind. 

-Thank you, Paul, for reading me so well, for being so considerate, for giving me the time and space when I need it. I agree I am not ready for s*x yet, but I am getting there. Besides, it doesn't mean that we can't do other things.

-Other things? Let's do other things, darling. But you need to tell me if I am going too far, feel uncomfortable, or enjoy yourself. Remember that communication is vital.

With that, he kissed me in a way that made my body melt. He started to caress my breasts, and I did the same, touching his hard chest. But I needed more. Clothing was on the way. Slowly, I started to unbutton his shirt. When I was done, I took some time to look at his formidable chest. I touched and kissed him slowly, from his neck to his abdomen. I was dying to remove his jeans, but I hesitated, knowing that I would be unable to control myself if I did. 

Paul took the opportunity to remove my t-shirt unhurriedly. He looked at my breasts intently as if he wanted to devour them. That was the same look that I once caught on Tom's face when he was with Mariana and thought I would never see on me. I untied my bra because I knew Paul would never do it if I did not take the initiative. He feasted on my breasts. He caressed and sucked them, pushing me fast to the edge. One of his hands moved towards my core, making me insane. 

He asked my permission to remove my pants so that he could have easier access to my body. As soon as he did, his fingers were on my c**t. At that point, I was just crazy in need, embarrassingly wet. When he inserted one finger and then another, I lost it. I came harder than ever. My orgasm took over like an earthquake. I didn't know that such a strong feeling was possible. Paul kissed my lips gently until I came down from my high. 

My hand moved from his chest to his hardness, and Paul moaned loudly. I slowly started to lower his zipper, but Paul caught my hand, "you don't have to do it, darling." I nodded and told him, "I know, I want to do it." My hand wrapped around his c**k firmly, and Paul cursed. I moved my fist up and down, and I put my thumb on his tip, making circular movements over his precum. "Please teach me to do it the way you like it," I said. "This is perfect, darling; you are perfect." I increased the intensity of the movements along his shaft, and with my other hand, I caressed his balls until I felt how he tensed; he cursed once again, his breathing became agitated, and finally, he came hard all over my hand. "Holy f**k, darling, you give hands jobs like a porn star." I cannot explain how immensely proud I felt. 

After we cleaned up, I kissed him on the lips and said: 

-It is getting late; I better get going. 

-Please stay, Andrea. I need you by my side. I am not prepared to see you go yet. Can you stay with me tonight? We don't have to do anything. We can sleep fully clothed, and I can put a pillow between us or wear a chastity belt to avoid temptation. But I need to hold you tight all night long. 

His puppy face was so sweet that I knew I was lost. There was no way I could ever say no to this man. I kissed him tenderly, hugged him with all that I had, and nodded. Holly, mother of God, I am falling hard for this man.

Paul handed me one of his T-shirts. He is a very tall man, so it nearly covered my knees. He looked at me with hungry eyes. "You look amazing even in a plain T-shirt, just stunning." He put his pajamas on, opened the bed for me, and tugged me in. He jumped into bed by my side and tenderly wrapped his arms around my waist while kissing my neck. Within minutes we were sound asleep. I do not remember the last time I had such a pleasant night's sleep. 

I woke up to an empty bed. I checked my watch and realized that it was almost 10 a.m. I felt anxious. Paul wasn't here, and I clearly overslept; perhaps I was imposing on him. The smell of toast and bacon caught my attention. I followed it and got to the kitchen, where Paul was fully invested in preparing breakfast. 

-Good morning, sleepyhead. You looked so peaceful and beautiful that I didn't want to wake you up. I was about to call you just because I am starving and wanted to have breakfast with you. 

-I am sorry I overslept. How can I help?

-Your presence is all I need, Andrea. Just let me spoil you, please. I prepared scrambled eggs, bacon, and toasts. There is also fresh orange juice on the blue jar over there. Coffee, tea, or juice? All of the above?

-Coffee, please. Always coffee. 

-You know something, darling? For the past few years, I have been experiencing a very light sleep, waking up many times at night and being unable to sleep more than a couple of hours uninterrupted. Sometimes I even have vivid nightmares, and when I do, I cannot get back to sleep. Last night was the first night in years that I slept like a baby. When I woke up today for a split second, I wondered why I had such a restful sleep. Then saw your pretty face on my chest, and I knew the answer. You made me feel like the luckiest man alive. Of all the men in the world, you choose to be with me this morning, in my bed, using my body as your personal pillow. I might have won the lottery.

I was speechless. When I woke up with Ethan, he was always cranky. I was lucky if he said good morning. I do not remember a single time I woke up with a breakfast like this, not even for my birthday. A girl can get used to this type of royal treatment. We had breakfast and talked about yesterday. He told me how much he liked Mariana, Tom, and Amanda and was looking forward to meeting baby Natalia. He also said that he was grateful that he was there to open the door when Ethan came and make it clear to him that I was taken. "You are mine alone, and I hope this asshole knows that I am here for good." His words shocked me. Was this really the beginning of a long-term relationship? Was he going to stay after he realized how I truly am? What would happen when he realizes that I am dull and uninteresting? He might have sensed that my insecurities were taking over once again.

-You are precious to me, Andrea. I never felt this way for anyone else before. Give me a chance to show you how important you are to me. Let me be your man. 

I closed the distance between us, took his face in my hands, and kissed him thoroughly. I took him in my embrace and didn't let him go. I hope my actions spoke louder than my thoughts and words. Yet, I wanted to reassure him.

-You are my man, Paul.

He took my hand and led me once again to his bedroom. He removed the T-shirt and kissed his way down, from my neck to my breasts and then my navel. He then touched the fabric of my panties and asked, "may I?" I nodded, and he lost no time. I was then completely naked, outside and inside. He placed his tongue on my c**t and started to lick with circular movements and then suck vigorously. He introduced one finger, soon after a second, and made my body shiver. In no time, he had me panting and begging until I had another earth-shattering orgasm. He then kissed me passionately, and I could taste myself in his mouth. I opened my eyes and looked straight into his.  

-Paul? I think I am ready.

-You are darling? Well, our first time will be something that we will need to remember until we are gray and old. So I need a couple of days to plan it. Let me make it memorable for you. Can you take a few days off next week? Let's say Thursday afternoon to Monday evening? 

-Yes, I think I can. I would love to take a few days off to be with you. You are spoiling me rotten, you know, Paul? Please stop being so perfect. You make me look bad.

-Not a chance, Andrea. You are amazing. 

I kissed him softly and moved my body so that I could straddle him. Paul moaned when he felt my core moving against his hardness. As he did with me, I started kissing his neck and went all the way down to his v-line. "May I remove those?" I asked, putting my fingers on the waistband of his boxers. When he nodded, I removed his clothing, and I took the base of his d**k in my right hand. 

My mouth started to lick and suck his shaft. I slowly started to put him in my mouth until he reached the back of my throat. I couldn't believe I was deep throating him. I couldn't take him all in because he was so big. So my right hand was firmly wrapping all that I could not swallow while my left hand caressed his balls. I felt how he began tensing. With an animal growl, I heard him curse, and then he came hard, filling my mouth with his c*m, which I swallowed giddily. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight, and said, "I think I am falling hard for you, Andrea." "You and I, Paul, you and I."