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“Yes, sir, they arrived early this morning also.”
“Ronald, this is Molly, she is staying with me. Please provide her full access to the building and ensure she has the same security clearances as I. We will be inside for most of the day if you need us.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Molly,” Ronald says very enthusiastically.
“Nice to meet you, Ronald,” I offer softly with a smile, feeling way out of my depth.
Stephen grabs my hand and pulls me along with him with a sense of purpose, through the lobby of the building and into an elevator hidden at the side away from the others.
Of course, Stephen has his own personal elevator. Looking around, I can tell this is a very luxurious building; everything is marble and glass and so clean and shiny I am scared my old converse sneakers will buff the floor.
I feel nervous and out of place. Stephen looks every inch like he belongs in his fresh white t-shirt, stretching perfectly across his chest, along with jeans and Timberland boots. Me, on the other hand, I am standing next to him with a bird's nest of activity on my head and no makeup, wearing the same clothes I slept in for a few hours this morning.
As we step into the elevator, I let go of his hand and try to put some distance between us, the feeling of not belonging is now very intense for me. I am still so overwhelmed from the break-in, and my thoughts are everywhere at the moment. I am struggling to keep it altogether. But Stephen doesn’t let me go. After I drop his hand, he simply puts his arm around my waist, resting his hand on my lower back and leans down to press a kiss to my head. I let out a breath I didn’t notice I was holding and am relieved when the elevator stops. The doors open to reveal another shiny foyer leading to only one door. Curiously I look at him. “I have the whole floor,” he says confidently.
“Oh,” I whisper back, because just like the private elevator, of course, he has an apartment that takes up the entire floor, I think sarcastically. This is all just so normal for him, but for me, I have never experienced such luxury.
Stephen unlocks the door and I walk in, then stop suddenly when I look up and survey the apartment. I think luxurious is an understatement. His kitchen is all marble, clean dark cupboards and top of the line appliances. It looks to be as big as half my house alone. I stare, mouth open at the rest of the open plan room and decide then and there that I can’t stay here. I can’t be with Stephen. We are just too different. I feel the blood drain from my face at this realization.
“Molly, are you okay?” Stephen looks at me, concerned. His hands rest on either side of my hips, pulling me toward him. “Come and take a seat, baby, I’m worried about you.”
Stephen pulls on my hand and leads me to the sofa where I sit and struggle not to be engulfed by the premium fabric and billowing softness that has now encompassed me.
“I can’t do this,” I whisper, too scared to look into his eyes.
“Can’t do what?”
“I can’t stay here. This is too much. I don’t belong somewhere like this. You have seen my house, I don’t understand this lifestyle, Stephen, this is all so different.” I know I am rambling, but I can’t stop. My nerves are causing my mouth to babble at a remarkable pace. “You don’t need someone like me in your life. Why would you even want someone like me? I’m just...”
“You’re perfect, Molly. You are the most beautiful person inside and out that I have ever met. Before I met you, I was a pool of darkness and then you literally ran into me on the street and suddenly my life didn’t feel as dark anymore. The more time I spend with you, the more time I want to spend with you. I don’t want a day to go by where we are not together, and I know that sounds crazy because we have only just met, but it is how I feel. I know that we are from two different worlds, Molly, but I want you in my world. You are my sun, my light, I am a better person when you are near me.”
I’m staring at him, trying to take in his confession. “Stephen, I don't know how to do this,” I say waving my hand in the air around the room, giving him another opportunity to let me go. For him to move on in his magical rich shiny world and leave me back in the simple life where I belong.
“It’s okay, angel, I'm not going to let you fall, I got you,” he whispers.
Stephen cups my cheek and pulls me close and kisses me tenderly at first before it turns passionate. Unrestrained, we both cling to each other, a mess of arms and legs until Stephen picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, and without breaking our kiss, he walks me down the hallway to a room. I cling to him like a monkey, not wanting to let him go. I look around and notice we are in his bedroom. Like the rest of the house, his room is very masculine, filled dark greys along with cement floors with black rugs and gold accents sprinkled throughout the room.
“I want you, Molly. I have wanted you since the moment we met over spilt coffee,” Stephen whispers to me with a smile on his face in between kissing my cheeks and neck. He places me gently on top of the bed, before leaning over to remove my sneakers as I grab my hoodie and lift it over my head.
He runs his hands over my torso underneath my t-shirt and leaves a trail of kisses along my stomach and ribs. He then lifts my t-shirt over my head, exposing my bra before undoing my jeans and discarding them to the floor. I am left lying on his bed in my underwear. Thank God it is one of my better sets of pure white lace. Leaning back on my elbows, I am feeling very vulnerable, as I watch Stephen pull at his t-shirt, removing it and then his jeans, as he stands before me in nothing but his Calvin Klein briefs. This is a pinch me moment, because despite his bruises, which are now starting to fade, his body is like something they describe in my romance novels, all chiseled and tight. Stephen's eyes roam over my body, and I flush with embarrassment but can’t look away.
“You’re so sexy, baby,” Stephen croaks, sounding like he is in pain and about to break in two. I blush some more and pull my hair out of the messy bun, letting it fall over my shoulders.
He comes to the bed and leans over me, before taking his time, kissing me again and pulling down the straps of my bra. He is kissing me lower and lower before taking one nipple in his mouth, sucking and pulling, while his hand pinches and pulls the other one. This action alone nearly has me weeping, and I am so wet for him. This is love making and it is like nothing I have experienced before. With skilled precision, Stephen has removed my bra and is working his lips further down to my waist, at which point I realize that he is going too far south, and I panic slightly as no man has ever had his mouth on me before.
“Wait!” I breath out.
“You okay, baby?” Stephen is back up my body, peppering me with kisses on my shoulders, neck, and cheek. “Are you going to let me taste you, beautiful, because I really want my mouth on you right now.”
That is the sexiest thing anyone has ever said to me, and I nod quickly before whispering, “Okay,” and his head moves south again. He kisses me on the outside of my underwear, and I feel like I am going to combust. He curls his fingers around the side of my pants and pulls them down over my hips and past my legs where I kick them off to the floor. He continues kissing me, across my hip bones and to the inside of my thighs, before his lips hit my center and my arms fall to his head. My hand and fingers thread in his hair as he starts to devour me like a man possessed.
I moan in reply, because I didn’t know it could feel this good and I really don’t want him to stop. I feel my body tightening as Stephen continues to work his mouth down below. Slowly, he adds a finger, and my body is on the edge of explosion, with a curl of his finger he hits the spot of no return, and I jerk and pant like never before, my orgasm nothing like I have ever experienced.
‘Wow!” I say out loud, and I rest my head on the bed, my body now in a blissful state of relaxation as I try to catch my breath.
“I haven’t finished with you yet, baby,” Stephen says as he removes his briefs, and I get to see him for the first time. He looks at me with a grin on his face and leans down to cup my cheek. “Don’t worry, it will be perfect,” he says, kissing me some more. Clearly, the look on my face communicated what I was thinking in my head. He is huge. I haven’t seen many men to compare him to, but I am concerned that he won’t fit. He leans over to his bedside table and pulls out a condom from the drawer. Ripping it open, he slides it on then comes back to me, kissing me passionately, with need and desire, and I forget everything except for him, here with me. I feel his hardened length on my stomach as he kisses my neck, and his fingers go back to my center. I feel ready for him.
“You okay, baby?” he asks, to which I just nod as I feel him pushing at my entrance. Going slow, he pushes inside of me, and it is so good. I bite my lip to stifle a moan as my head falls back and I close my eyes. I feel like I am having an out of body experience.
