"Evening." Greeted my driver. He arrived an hour after twilight and I had not even gotten ready yet. Not by a long shot.

I wanted to take a shower before I left but the thing was,I did not bring with,many cloths. So I packed myself a new underwear and my toothbrush and left. Still not having changed. Funny thing was when I arrived to the car,I got a call from Nick telling me to bring all my stuff. I would be staying with him,for the rest of the trip.

I had to return into to the elevator,then my room,to get the rest of my stuff and return the key card. Only then did we leave,but our stop was not exactly where I thought it was. We parked infrobt of a liqueur store.

"I hope you don't mind,Sir,had asked me to stop by at a liquor store." I smiled at him genuinely and said," No,I don't mind. You may go." He went out and came back minutes later with a bottle of a very expensive red wine.

"What is that for? Is he celebrating something?" I asked leaning in a little to get closer to him,since I was at the back seat. "He didn't say and I don't question him." That's a new one,I scoffed to myself. "Are you telling me that you are never curious as to what he does?" At that moment,I was on the edge of my seat. Not because of the suspense but because I could not hear him clearly. "No,I don't. He only tells us what we need to know not what we want to know." I leaned back into the seat. That made sense,in a way.

"So you get curious?" I asked and he kept quiet. "Was that all?" I asked,pointing at the noodle in the seat next to him. "Yes,ma'am." He said,shifting the gears of the car. The rest of the drive was quiet,drop-dead quiet.

"Thank you. You may leave now. " Nick excused the man.l and I could not have been happier. He was the most boring driver I had ever met. "Can I come in now?" I said as he made me wait by the door. "Come in. Sorry about that." He said,moving to the side so I could walk in. My eyes scanned the place. Glass...Glass and more glass. It screamed morden with a touch of luxury and a lot of bachelor. It was filled with what any bachelor would have,from a black L-shaped couch pacing the Seattle sky line,flatscreen TV and one painting that uubg on the wall facing the kitchen. It was the only white thing I had seen ever since I got in.

I walked further into the house and saw a table covered with rose petals and black mint flavoired lit-candles around the house. Two plates,expectly placed on a dining table with a bucketalong with candles on the middle I it. It was romantic.

A candle lit dinner in my boyfriend's house while looking out over the city. A dream come true.

"So you don't like it? I could also-" I cut him off placing a finger on his lips to shut him up. "It's beautiful. I love it." I said pulling his face down so I could kiss him.

"I'm not a romantic man,Ms. Wilde. I don't cuddle after sex. I don't text, 'I miss you',in the middle of the night. I don't appreciate it when people question me or my authority. I don't go out for movies. I don't go out for ice cream. I don't spend hours infront of the TV screen,for the sake of movie night or 'alone time'. But for you I will try. I have after all,experienced many firsts with you and are willing to do more. " He said looking into my eyes,and they cobtinues flutteted down to my lips. I smiled at him. It warmed my heard to hear him say that,like I had just found a new reason to live. And like him,I had also done many firsts with him. Including introducing him to my family after just two months.

"You lie,Mr. Wildwood. You lie." I said pulling away from his hold. He looked confused,so I clarified things a little bit more for him. "You say to me,you are no Romeo,but look at this." I gestured to the table. "It must have taken a lot of time and effort for you to do it. And I love you for that. I love even though you will not cuddle after sex,spent hours on the phone texting about nothing and everything. I love you with all your different shades." He released a nervous laugh and said, "This was all Dylan and Anastasia's idea. But I did all the hard work. " He said after a moment of silence and I nodded approvingly. The fact that the original idea was not his didn't matter. What mattered was that he did it. He tried to be romantic for me and that was more than enough for me.

"I will thank them later. But not to sound ungrateful,what is all this for exactly?" I asked walking toward the wall to ceiling window and he followe. "A little something for my girlfriend." He said an arm going around my waist. I relaxed into his touch as the electric like things ran all over my body. We stood there,watching the night life,for a good ten minutes. It felt good to have him around and with me again. And it had only been two weeks or so but yet it felt like we had been apart for years. Decades even.

"I think it's about time we eat." I said breaking the comfortable silence we were in and walked to the table. The loss of contact made me feel lost and alone. But I didn't let it bother me much because I knew he was right next to me. "Sorry I forgot all about that." He mumbled quietly.

We ate peacefully while also locking eyes for fleeting moments. We eat in our own silence right until desert was served. And that too by a older than Nick, looking lady. She seemed to have been in her mid fourty.

"I would like yo ask you something." I said,momentarily shifting my eyes from the all kinds of sugary pieces of heaven,layed on the table. "Ask away." He said with a smile. I swallowed and cleared my throat. It was not something big,just something that had been bothering me for a while.

"Do you feel tingly everytime we touch? Our bodies touch?"

He coughed. A bit like someone that was choking. I pushed a jar of water to him and he poured the water in a glass and drank. The lady that had been serving us had gone. She what probably went home or something.

"Are you ok?" I said nervously. It was a dumb question considering he was about to choke to death. I mentally slapped myself for that. "I'm fine. Thanks for the water." He said bringing the glass down and laughing slightly. My brows furrowed. Why was he laughing? And at what?

"I actually thought at first you didn't fell it and now I'm actually go as to hear you ask about it." My brows furrowed even more. I didn't understand a thing he had just said. "It's a special bond that I will tell you about later." He said smiling sincerely as he attempted to take another bite of the cake. I nodded like I understood what he had said. It felt like one if those times in life were you had to nod and pretend you understood just so the person your talking to could think you actually understood.

"I wanna do something with you." He said flatly. I lifted my head from his chest to look up at him. "And what is that?" I asked demanding that he looked at me,and he did. Eyes soo sharp you would think he was concentrating on a masterpiece of art or in his case his best invention yet. "I'd like to fuck you." He said as our eyes connected. I felt my heart skip a beat and my breath hinged. "You what?" I asked just to make sure I had heard him right. "I want to fuck You,Scarlett." He said just as bluntly as before. My eyes unwilling shifted down to his now protruding and stiff cock that was in his pants. He shifted a little and that little movement made me think of all of kinds of dirty things he would do to me.

Not that I was not already thinking of them. Stop it,Scar, I scolded myself. While also trying to keep cool seeing as the temperatires in the room had doubled if not tripled.But then again we had a problem. He was used to all of this. Fucking women until they could not take it anymore but I was not. I had not been fucked all my life and neither had I had sex before and worried me that it would pose a problem for him considering so far he had been nothing but truthful and frank with me.

He had told me straight on that he saw me as more than a friend. That nothing mattered to him more than my happiness. That he had never make love to a women,he fucked...hard. And that after he fucked me,I wouldn't be able to walk for atleast a week if not more after he was done with me. That he was controlling,demanding,possessive and dominant. Though he did not use the exact words. That he had never loved anyone before meeting me and that excluded his family. He told me a lot of things and I had kept from him the one thing I should have told him when he told me all that.

He stood from the couch and picked me up in his arms. I was not worried by the impact my weight would do to him. He looked and was fit enough to handle more than what I had to offer,weight wise,plus it would benefit as a workout.

I wrapped by arms securely around his neck,letting the electric like things run all over my body all thhe way to my most vulnerable part. My pussy. I looked up at him. He features seemed to have been enhanced that close. His jaw looked sharper and he had A recently shaved look. No signs of stubble or anything. His brows looked more strained than relaxed and his eyes had small dark circles around them from deprivation of sleep and it worried me for the few seconds before his sick came to mind.

"I have to tell you something and I hope you wouldn't be cross or angry with me. I really didn't meant to keep it from you all this time. I wanted to tell you but didn't know how to start. Nick,I haven't had sex before." I said in a small voice. My eyes closed the entire time as I talked. I felt one of his fingers gently brush my thigh and I looked up at him. Completely and utterly embarrassed and ashamed for not telling him sooner. "I would have guessed and now we are going to fix that problem." He said eyes locked on mine as he walked us into what I would think was his play room. I was now his almost-sub after all.

"So I am a problem?" I said into his chest. He smelled heavenly. I could get used to this, I thought. "No,your not." He said in a restrained husky voice as he half ran and kicked open a door. The bedroom. He had taken me to his bedroom.

He threw me on the bed and told me,very sternly might I add,to not move. I did as ordered. I did not moved a muscle. I lyed there on my back facing him as he undressed on his own. Watched him as each and everyone of his muscles flexed at the simplest of movements,and I got wetter and hornier by every passing second. I wanted him in me. I wanted him buried in the deepest walls of my cunt.

I watched him take off his pants and literally stopped breathing at the sight of his cock and it was still in his briefs.

"How big are You?" The question flung out of my mouth before I could think twice about it. A devilish smile erupted from his godly face. "10inches." He said. I gasped. He was big. Not nine or eight inches but he he had to go bigger than that. As big as ten inches and I couldn't help but wonder if it would even fit in that small hole.

"Don't worry. You'll be just fine. I'll be gentle." He said pulling me by the feet to the edge of the bed. "Are you sure?" I couldn't help but ask. " And it seems I'll be making love for the first time." He said dryly as I smiled. I was going to be his first,sort of,just like he was going to be mine. In his case,I was seconds away from being the first woman he made love to,not fucked,but had real emotion filled sex. Not loud,rough, fast and empty sex.

He leaned in and placed one hand on my upper back and started to unzip the dress. He took it off while placing kissed around the place were it had covered. Starting from the crock of my neck,that place that always took me to cloud nine whenever he touched it and not to mention when he kissed,all the way down to my thighs.

"You are beautiful." He murmured kissing the area above my sex. I moaned. "The most beautiful woman I have ever seen." He murmured again but this time trailing his hands slowly as he took off my underwear. A lacy black thong that was soaked with wetness.

He lifted his face from inbetween my thighs and smiled at me. I was basking in the pleasure he was giving me. Only he would make me wet from just a touch and make me horny as fuck with just a whisper.

"I am going to enter you now." He said into my mouth as we kissed. He held himself up with on hand,as the other grabbed his thick,hard cock. I closed my eyes as tight as they could get and prepared myself for the pain. The pain that never came. At first at least.

I felt it enter me. It felt huge and I had the sudden urge to touch it,fell it. "You can touch it." His voice was low and husky and full of lust and passion. The same passion that surrounded and filled the room.

He took one of my hands and wrapped it in his. He lowered the two hands to his cock. He ran it one and then twice on the remaining length. It was still long and big.

I wonder how many inches I have taken already?

"Barely two,love." He said.

I tried to wrap my hand around him but it didn't come close. This dick was huge.

"I'm going to start pushing." And just then he pushed in further. I gasped for air as he filled me. It felt so right but yet painful. The pain wouldn't last for long that I knew but the pleasure that would follow that I underestimated.

He pushed but slowly,all the way in. Mak9ng me take all of him. I wiggled my hips to get accustomed to his size. He started my thrusting in and out once. Going slow as I shut my eyes. The pain that gave with that thrust was not unbearable but it still hurt. I tried to focus on the more pleasurable part of all this. And it came sooner rather than later as he thrusts came more frequently and deep. I felt the pleasure. I felt my pussy as it squeezed him. As my back ached every time he thrusted in.

He was slow. I guess that was how love was make. Slow and romantic and special. I felt special. With my nails digging his back and leaving marks that would heal in a week. I felt special.

"Aaaahhh..."

I moaned as he moved just a little quicker that he was going at first. The moans moved from his I would moan when I ate my favourite ice-cream to how how I felt when I made love to my boyfriend.

"I-l am going to...aaaahhh...mmmm-nn" That was how it came out the fist time I came during my first penetration and he came along with me. "You are beautiful." He said with his head buried in my messy hair and he took inhaled sharply. He pulled out while kissing me and we layed there. In each others arms. My head rested on his chest and his hand cupping my ass as my pussy dripped from his cum and mine. He had showed me that the moon was not the limit but that they was a whole galaxy out there. That we would explore together.

I slowly closed my eyes marveling in the pleasure of just two measures ago. He had actually stayed with me after sex and he did not do that. He that said. The great Nick Wildwood that did not stay and cuddle after sex,had stayed and was cuddling with me after sex. He was cuddling with me.

"I love you." I muttered before drifting into a dreamless sleep next to the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.