Chapter 2: Building Tension
Eleanor and I had been on several dates before I invited her back to my house. Each time we saw each other was better than the last and our connection felt stronger and stronger.
Each time, we chatted and got to know each other more. We covered every topic, from our friends and families, our passions and hopes for the future, and what we want out of a relationship, including our previous experiences.
I had no relationship experience before her and technically hadn’t ever been on a date. I had also not kissed anyone since I was in school, but Eleanor didn’t care at all about it, so I felt relaxed about her being my first. Eleanor, on the other hand, had had several relationships and situationships, but I didn’t pry out of respect. She had been single for more than a year and had told me that what she felt with me she had never felt before.
Each time we saw each other, we also kissed with a fiery intensity that left us breathless and wanting more. We had agreed to take things slowly, but this would be the night that we took things to the next level.
The doorbell rang and I nervously approached it.
I had cleaned my house top to bottom - from the amber-coloured hardwood floors to the floor-to-ceiling windows that framed the lush garden outside. Every corner was immaculate, as if a perfect storm had swept through my home and left it spotless.
I opened the door, and there stood Eleanor, as beautiful and captivating as ever. Her long, dark hair flowed around her shoulders, her deep green eyes gazed at me with a tantalizing hint of intrigue, and her petite figure seemed to be perfectly accentuated by her flowing red dress. She radiated an otherworldly allure that I had grown increasingly obsessed with.
"Hello, Chip," she said with a seductive smile, and I could feel my pulse quicken at the sound of her voice. "Your magical lair awaits?"
"I’m glad you could make it," I replied, trying to calm myself. "I can show you around?"
"I was hoping you would," she said as she pushed forward to kiss me deeply. I couldn’t hold in my moan as she pressed her body against me. I wanted her so much.
She separated from me with a smug grin on myself that she lost when she let out a cute giggle. Something else I loved about her was that she had convinced me I made her feel the way she made me feel. She loved playing the seductress, but she was also a sweet woman with her own insecurities and desires.
"Let’s go," I said as I took her by the hand and guided her to the living room. Eleanor's eyes scanned the room, taking in every detail, from the rustic furniture to wildlife decorations and art, which I’d she’d like as much as I liked.
She moved toward the windows, and the warm light pouring in made her look ethereal. "This place suits you," she said with a seductive smile.
I felt myself blush at her compliment, but quickly composed myself.
"Thanks. I'm glad you like it," I said, as I joined her by the window, admiring the lush garden outside.
"I’d always wanted a garden like yours," Eleanor said in awe. "I can’t believe I found you." Eleanor said, as she looked into my eyes with a depth of affection that made my heart race.
"I feel the same way," I replied, caressing her face gently. "I never imagined I could feel this way about someone, but with you… it feels right. And I'm not willing to let go."
"I wasn't planning to let you go, either," she said with a wink.
I felt my heart beat faster at her words as we continued to gaze at each other through the window. The soft golden light illuminated her slender frame and the dark hair adorning her face. "Do you know why you find me so irresistible?" she questioned, a curious gleam in her eyes.
"Yes, I do," I answered confidently, walking closer to her. "It's because you are a natural beauty, both inside and out. I'm attracted to your intelligence and your fun spirit. And I think we're very similar in our interests."
"Perhaps," she said with a sly grin, as she raised her hand to my cheek and gently caressed it. "But I also have a little something special that draws you in." She said, narrowing her eyes mischievously.
"What do you mean?" I asked, leaning into her touch, my curiosity piqued.
Eleanor let out a coy laugh, " It's a secret," she teased. "One that even I haven't fully understood yet." I tilted my head, intrigued by her enigmatic reply.
"I need to know," I confessed, pulling her closer to me.
Her eyes darkened, and she leaned in for another kiss, "Maybe someday," she whispered against my lips before separating from me.
We spent a while talking about nothing and everything, laughing and feeling comfortable enough to open up about our deepest secrets. As we conversed, we alternated between sitting on sofa and standing face to face, occasionally breaking away for a stolen kiss or two.
The time came for me to cook for her. I made us my favourite, pesto pasta. We sat next to each other on the wooden table and took turns feeding each other mouthfuls. Eleanor helped with the washing up and complimented my on my cooking.
"And you can cook as well!" she exclaimed. "I really am so lucky to have found you."
"And I can’t believe you're here," I confessed. "You make me feel things I’ve never felt before. And I just want to keep feeling them."
"Well, then why don’t we explore these feelings," she suggested, turning to look at me with her sparkling green eyes.
"I thought you'd never ask," I whispered as I pulled her in for another deep kiss. Eleanor wrapped her arms around my neck, her lips melding with mine.
Our breaths intermingled and I could taste the sweet remnants of the pasta on her tongue. I was not a novice in the kitchen, but Eleanor made me feel like a master chef, and I was grateful to be able to share this meal with her. Our kiss deepened, becoming more passionate as we exchanged long, lingering kisses.
I could feel the passion that had been building between us exploding as we kissed with unbridled intensity. My hands roamed her slender waist as she pressed herself against me, our bodies moulded perfectly together.
As we separated, we looked into each other's eyes and smiled. Eleanor's eyes held a warmth and love that I had never experienced before, and I could feel myself falling deeper and deeper for her.
"Can I show you something?" she asked, her voice soft and seductive.
I nodded, unable to speak.
My heart was racing, my body tingling with anticipation of what was to come. She took my hand and led me to my bedroom, the place where I spent most of my time but had never felt this kind of excitement.
The warm glow of the bedside lamp illuminated the room, casting an intimate light. I watched as Eleanor slowly turned to face me. She smiled and started to undo the straps of her dress.
My breath caught in my throat as the fabric fell away, revealing her curves and the smooth skin that I longed to touch. I watched as she stepped out of her dress, leaving her in just her lingerie. She wore a silky, black bra that accentuated her cleavage and a pair of matching panties that hugged her hips. Her breasts were small, but beautifully shaped, and despite her short stature her legs were long and sexy.
I couldn't help but stare at her, mesmerised by her beauty. Eleanor moved closer to me, her eyes sparkling with excitement and desire. She clearly couldn’t hold back the grin on her face.
"Now it's your turn," she said. "As long as you're ready for this."
"Of course I'm ready," I said. "You're beautiful." I slowly removed my clothes leaving only my boxers. "Are you ready?" I asked her as I gripped them, ready to take them off too.
"I was born ready for you," Eleanor replied. I pulled down my boxers, revealing my cock to her. It wasn't fully erect, but it had grown to its full length. Eleanor gasped and grinned some more.
"I should have known you were packing," she smirked. "Come here and help me with my lingerie." Eleanor's voice was laced with velvety carnality, amplified in the dimness of the room. I made my way towards her with a grin and a flutter in my chest.
"Let me," I said as I untied the ribbons on her black lace bra. She raised her arms above her head and let me pull it off completely. My eyes were drawn to her delicate, rosy nipples that were now free. In the subdued light, she looked ethereally captivating.
I tentatively reached forward, brushing the tips of my fingers against her earlobe. "Absolutely stunning," I breathed, more to myself than to her. She bit her lip, giving me a playful tease of the delight that was yet to come.
Her breasts, round and supple, were smooth and inviting to the touch. I followed the curve of her body down to the matching black lace thong, the lace outline enhancing her petite waist and firm bottom. She salaciously winked as she swept her long hair out of her face.
"Shall we get to the main event?" she teased as she helped me remove the last of her lingerie, leaving her only in her glorious nakedness. I admired her cunt, which was shaved and inviting.
My eyes were glued to it as I reached out to touch her lips, eager to taste her. I kneeled before her, my gratitude evident as I traced the line of her slit with my tongue, teasing her. I knew she yearned for more, and I was more than happy to give it to her.
Eleanor's gasps echoed through the room as I worked my lips along her pussy, worshipping her the way she deserved to be worshipped. I traced circles around her clit, giving her subtle pulses and teasing flicks to drive her wild.
She reached down to grab my head, running her fingers through my short, ginger hair. Eleanor's soft moans filled the room, turning me on even more. She began to rock her hips, grinding herself against my mouth. I flattened my tongue against her entrance and pushed inside, tasting the sweetness of her nectar. Her body trembled and shook as I explored her depths, delving in as far as I could go to pleasure her fully while holding onto her thighs to keep her steady on her feet.
I loved the way she moaned and writhed under my touch, the way her breath hitched and her hands gripped my hair. I teased her entrance with my tongue, taking long, languid licks before delving deeper, my tongue darting inside her warm wetness. Eleanor tasted like honey and sex, and I couldn’t get enough of her.
I knew she was close to climaxing, so I increased the intensity, sucking and licking her in quick succession. Eleanor's breathing became short and fast, and her hands gripped my hair as she moaned louder and louder. Finally, she arched her back and let out a cry, before collapsing in my arms. I looked up at her, my face wet with her juices, a feeling of pride and satisfaction washing over me.
Eleanor's chest rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath. "You are amazing," she whispered, reaching for my hand and leading me to the bed. We lay down together, our bodies entwined as we explored each other further. I trailed my fingers down her arm, feeling her smooth skin and the soft curves of her hips. Eleanor's hands were gentle as they roamed over my back and down to my ass, pulling me closer to her.
I wrapped my arms around her and continued to kiss her deeply, letting our tongues explore each other's mouths. I could feel the tension building, our breaths synching, our hips grinding together in rhythm.
Her lips brushed against my ear as she whispered, "Tell me what you want from me." The idea of confessing my deepest desires had always seemed impossible, but here I was, surrounded by the woman I desired with every fibre of my being.
I felt vulnerable, but I trusted Eleanor to accept and understand me.
"I've never been with anyone before you," I admitted. "I want everything with you. Every experience. Every adventure. Every touch, every look, every sigh," I whispered into her ear as she shivered in response.
"Say more," she breathed.
"I want to explore every inch of your body. I want to learn what makes you tremble under my touch, and what makes you sigh in pleasure. I want to make you feel like you're the centre of my universe, because you are," I said, my words pouring out like a flood.
Eleanor smiled, her deep green eyes twinkling with delight. "Well, I'm glad we're on the same page. What do you like the most?"
"I know I really like kissing you," was all I could think of. "And above all I just want to be in you."
She cast a spellbinding look at me as she heard my answer. "That can be arranged. I'll give you every adventure, every touch," she promised. "Come here."
We shared a slow, sensual kiss before I felt her slowly slide down and I went with her until I was on top of her, my cock pressing against her cunt. She let out a soft moan as I entered her. It was a slow and gentle fuck, and every inch of me deep within her felt so good.
"Oh Chip, you feel so good," she moaned, as I ground against her clit, enjoying the feeling of her wetness around my cock.
I knew she was close to climaxing again, and I wanted to be with her. "Eleanor," I whispered. "I'm ready."
She nodded and looked into my eyes, and I could see the intensity and love in them.
"I’ll get a condom," I said and began to pull out.
"No baby!" she breathed. "I want your cum." I hesitated, then continued to thrust into her.
Everything became hazy; I was fully present in the moment, feeling nothing but pure, unbridled pleasure. Eleanor's breasts were firm against my chest as I thrust into her harder and faster, her moans becoming louder, driving me closer to my peak. Our sweat-slicked bodies collided, a beautiful symphony of sensations. I pushed deeper inside her as she wrapped her legs around my waist, digging her heels into my ass. With each stroke, I felt like I was pushing further, leaving our souls connected like never before.
I could feel the tension building in my loins, knowing that release was upon us. Her breath became rapid and shallow, and her fingers dug deeper into my back. Our intertwined limbs grew clammy with sweat, and our moans became louder and more urgent. "Yes, yes, Chip," Eleanor moaned, urging me to continue. "I need you, baby. Don't stop."
I could see the pleasurable expressions on Eleanor's face, her green eyes wide and gleaming with passion. The anticipation built until I felt Eleanor tense beneath me, her pussy clenching around my cock.
I lifted her up so that she was straddling me and thrust deeper. She lowered herself onto me, taking me entirely until I was buried inside her. Her long black hair cascaded behind her as she rode me, her ecstatic cries ricocheting off the dark wooden walls. She threw her head back in a silent scream, an expression of both rapture and relief crossing her face.
Eleanor wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me closer and deeper into her. I could feel myself getting close, and I knew she was near as well. Her breaths were quickening, her body tensing as I felt her tightening around me. I gazed into her eyes, which were now full of desire and passion. It was the hottest, most sensual thing I had ever seen.
"Chip... I'm... I'm coming," she gasped, the words catching in her throat as her body convulsed beneath me.
I couldn't hold back any longer and allowed myself to follow. With one final push, I felt myself release, my cock twitching deep inside Eleanor as I filled her with warmth and security. I felt a flood of pleasure coursing through my body, a sensation like I had never felt before.. My release set off Eleanor's final climax, and she cried out my name as she trembled in my arms. She collapsed on top of me, and we lay there, panting and sweating for what seemed like an eternity.
We lay there, panting and sweaty, feeling every inch of our bodies touch. The post-sex glow washed over us as we gazed into each other's eyes.
"We did it," I whispered, still nuzzled against her neck.
"We sure did," Eleanor breathed, gently brushing my hair from my forehead. "That was... amazing. You were amazing." She gave me a deep but gently kiss on the lips. A savoured her taste. Once she released, a gazed deeply into her eyes. Eleanor looked back at me with pure, fiery love in her gaze.
"I agree. That was... something I've never experienced before." I ran my fingers down her shoulder, trailing along the curves of her body and stopping to stroke the swell of her breast. She leaned into my touch, and I couldn't help but gaze upon her in sheer fascination, appreciating every inch of her.
I couldn't believe that this magnificent creature had ever been a stranger to me, or that we had spent so many nights apart. But now it seemed we could never be close enough.
"I want to stay," she said as she slowly traced the shape of my mouth with her index finger. "Wake up with me every morning and have long, lazy mornings with me."
"I want to," I said, breathlessly. "But I'm afraid of spooking you because I haven't been with anyone before."
"I don't want to be 'anyone,'" she said, soothingly. "I want to be yours, Chip. You could never spook me."
As I gently caressed her cheek, she turned to kiss my palm, sending a shudder down my spine. She grinned impishly at me, and I loved that she could switch from sensual to flirtatious in a heartbeat.
"I promise I won't spook easily," she whispered. "I know what it's like to start a new relationship."
I nodded, still awestruck by the connection between us. "I don't want to rush anything, but I don't ever want to be apart from you," I confessed.
"I feel the same way," she said, tugging me down to the bed.
"I've never been woken up by someone else before," I admitted shyly. "It's a bit nerve-racking."
Eleanor chuckled and wrapped her arm around my waist, resting her head on my chest. "Don't worry, I won't be rude," she said gently.
Her hand made its way down my chest, then wrapped around my half-erect cock. "In fact... I think we should do this every night," she said, squeezing softly.
I couldn't protest; she was making me as hard as a rock again. "I think I could get used to that idea," I admitted, my voice strained. Her hand began to move slowly, sensuously, up and down my shaft as she gazed at me intently, her green eyes bright with desire. She knew what she did to me, the effect she had on me.
She kissed me gently until I came on her stomach.
"Okay, let’s do it then. I want to wake up with you every morning." She said to me after we cleaned up.
I could see the intensity of her emotions in the soft gleam of the bedside lamp, reflected in her deep green eyes. "Let’s do it. I never knew it could be like this," I whispered, gently stroking her cheek.
She smiled, her eyes still gleaming with that same intense love, but also something else - a hint of sadness. "I know, it's hard to explain." She hesitated before continuing. "It's because of what I am, and what I can do to you." I looked back at her, uncomprehending.
"What do you mean?" I asked her.
She blinked, apparently caught off guard by what she had said. "Sorry, I was just daydreaming," She regained composure and laughed. "Fantasising about the affect I have on you."
"That affect is real," I laughed nervously with her. "What do you mean ‘what I am’? What are you?"
"I can’t really tell you," She admitted. "It’s more of a show, rather than tell." She grinned mischievously. "But you will find out soon enough."
Just hearing those words sent a thrill through my body. What was Eleanor hiding? I brimmed with excitement to learn more about this woman, who could ignite my passion so effortlessly. She pulled me close, kissing me deeply, and all my questions were lost to the sensation of her body pressed against mine.
We spent the night entwined in each other's arms, our bodies so close we seemed almost one. The smell of sweat and sex saturated the pillows, but neither of us cared. We had crossed a boundary, surrendering to our desires and emotions. Eleanor held me close, whispering tender words in my ear. I could feel her heart beating against my chest, our breaths intermingling as the hours slipped away.
Eventually, the stillness of the night deepened and the rosy tinge of dawn seeped through the curtains, casting a soft glow over our sleepy forms. Our breathing synchronized, and the scent of her perfume still lingered on my sheets when I woke up the next morning.