Love In Rewind Page 4

  I moaned into his ear hearing those words. I wanted him to do just that. I also wanted to explore every lean, smooth, tanned muscle I was feeling under me. I wanted to feel his hot, pulsating penis in my hands rather than just dry rub him with my drenched underwear in his tiny exotic car.

  After not getting any coherent response from me he pulled away from our heated embrace and looked up to meet my swooning eyes. "That's probably not a good idea for a first date, right? I need to go nice and slow with you. I don't want you running away from me, little girl. It feels like I've been with you since that first time I saw you a few weeks ago. God, I feel like such a little shit around you."

  I smiled at his cute confession. I drew my hands to touch his face and traced his sexy lips with my index finger. He closed his eyes and pushed his head back against the headrest letting me explore.

  "Emily … Em … where did you come from? And what are you doing to me? I'm too old for you, but I can't stop. I can't think. I can't even play it cool. I want to be inside you so fucking bad. I think I'm gonna explode."

  Could dreams really come true? I asked myself. They did for me right then and there. This was exactly what he said to me in my dreams, minus the too old for you crap. I was never into boys my own age and now I knew why. I was waiting for a man like Louis to find me. I wanted more of him that night, but I was out of my element. I managed to say, "Louis, I'm sorry. I've never done this before," in a small whisper into his neck.

  "I'm starting to guess that much, little girl," he answered while kissing my swollen lips.

  Wait, what? How did he know I didn't go around humping random men in underground parking lots? Oh God, was I a bad kisser? Was I doing this all wrong?

  He must've seen my flustered, panicked look because he cupped my face with both his hands and added, "Baby, I meant you're amazing. I didn't know there were women like you out there. I've never wanted anything as much as I want you right now. I'm about to blow my load in my pants like a horny little teenager." He kissed me and then looked at me with his intense gaze. "You have these big blue innocent eyes that I'm slowly drowning in every time I look into them. Your lips and these fucking tits will be my kryptonite."

  With a mischievous smile he pulled my white tank top down, dipped his index finger into my bra cup, and pulled out my hard nipple. He pushed me back against the steering wheel and lowered his head, never breaking our eye contact. He put my engorged bud into his wet mouth and closed his lips around it. I felt those lips all the way in my sex. He moaned his appreciation and started sucking. He closed his eyes and said, "Em, you taste so sweet. I may have to suck these tits all night."

  I clenched my thighs hard to get some much-needed relief. That made Louis jump. I couldn't stop moaning and running my fingers through his now messy mane. After covering every inch of my breasts with his tongue, he then squeezed them both together and nuzzled his whole face between my aching boobs. He started taking in deep breaths, almost as if trying to inhale my breasts. Then he groaned. "One day soon I'm going to fuck these big tits and come all over them."

  With those words I started climaxing in his lap. My orgasm tore through my body and sent me into another universe. I was now floating in space. My body was still convulsing and I could hear myself somewhere in the distance shamelessly screaming out Louis' name over and over. He was sucking and lightly biting my nipples as I cried and whimpered his name. I could hear him encouraging me with, "Fuck, yeah, baby, come hard for me."

  I finally came back down from my earth shattering orgasm a few minutes later. I opened my eyes, beyond mortified at what had just happened. I had never had an orgasm in the presence of someone other than me, myself, and I. I found Louis staring at me with a huge smile on his face like he'd just found the magic beans.

  "I'm changing my career for you, Emily Marcus. My new job description from now on will be to make you come all … day … long. I need to put that freshly fucked look on your beautiful face as often as you'll let me."

  Who was I? What happened to the prude who didn't straddle perfect strangers, even gorgeous ones, in some unknown underground parking lot? During prom I didn't even let David Steinberg feel my boobs when he tried to kiss me. My parents would not be very proud of their slut of a daughter. But honestly, the feelings I was having for this man didn't feel wrong or dirty. Louis Bruel felt right; he felt like a piece that was missing from my life.

  Once the lust cloud lifted I realized it was approaching midnight and I needed to get my eighteen-year-old butt back home if I didn't want my parents to elicit the help of the NYPD to find their whore of a daughter.

  "Louis you need to take me home, it's really late," I said between kissing his neck. He smelled so good.

  "Aurggg, I can't let you go home, that's not an option. I need to make you come again using my fingers first and then my tongue."

  "I thought you already made me come with your tongue," I joked with a big smile on my face. I was feeling high on the sex hormones flooding my veins.

  "No, my tongue needs to taste your pussy, which I'm sure is dripping wet for me. If you leave me right now I'll need to go home, take my pants off, and suck them dry, until I get every ounce of wetness you left behind. You wouldn't want to reduce me to that, would you my sweet beautiful Emily?"

  Was he really asking me that? I started laughing. We both did. I got off him and gave him my home address. We drove in silence just glancing at one another every couple of minutes and smiling. Louis held my hand the entire ride home. Twenty minutes or so later we pulled up outside my parents' Upper East Side townhouse. Only then did it dawn on me that this was probably the end of my allotted short romantic fling with hotshot Louis Bruel. He didn't need a "little girl" like me, as he kept referring to me. Tomorrow he'd have a new, real woman who would probably put out. Or maybe he had a girl waiting for him in his bed when he gets back to his apartment tonight. Surely, this beautiful god didn't sleep alone.

  I looked up into his impossible sexy dark eyes and asked, "Was this a one night stand?"

  Louis looked at me as if I'd just insulted his mother. Shit! Why did I feel like the wrong thing always comes out of my mouth? His beautiful face, that only a few seconds ago had a huge smile all over it, was now somber and troubled.

  "Emily, please have breakfast with me. I won't make it to dinner tomorrow. I need to see you. We can be in a public place if you want. I'll only touch your hand. I promise."

  I nodded, knowing I couldn't wait a whole day to see him again either. It was physically hard for me even to leave his car. I was so happy he wanted to see me again. There was hope!

  "I'd like that. I'm sorry I didn't give you any pleasure tonight. I'd like the chance to make you have an orgasm too. I feel like a tease. It wasn't fair to you."

  His mouth just dropped open at my comment. Louis then took my face in his hands, fixing my long messy blonde locks behind my ears and kissed me so softly that I melted and sighed right into his mouth.

  "Emily, you should really go now or I'll kidnap you for my pleasure. I'm very close to driving away with you still in my car."

  I kissed his dimpled cheek, adjusted myself, and left his car as quickly as I could. I didn't look back, and didn't really believe what had just happened. Sara was going to flip when I told her that Mr. Not Happening just became Mr. Happening for sure.

  Once I got inside, I ran upstairs and dialed Sara breathlessly.

  "Get Outta My Dreams, Get Into My Car by Billy Ocean."

  "Bitch, shut up!"

  "I hope this is really happening to me and not one of my dreams. Sara, if I wake up tomorrow and this didn't happen I'm just going to find him and rape him."

  "Emily Marcus you fucking slut. Is your hymen still with you?"

  "Sara, for shame! I didn't sleep with him. We just made out a little in his car."

  My friend couldn't stop laughing on the other end of the line.

  "Emily, you forgot to add … yet."

  Chapte
r 6

  Good morning, beautiful...

  I couldn't sleep all night. I kept rewinding and replaying every word, every touch, every expression and laughing out loud like a psycho. Emily, you did it! You had a fantasy that was slowly proving to be even better in real life. I guessed that was what it felt like when people fulfill their desires. I was elated and euphoric about being with Louis Bruel only a few hours ago.

  Lying in bed recapping our tryst, I dismally realized that Louis never mentioned a specific time when he would come to pick me up for breakfast. He never even asked me for my phone number. I pessimistically concluded that he most likely wouldn't show up at all. I really was a stupid little girl.

  I couldn't sleep that night, and when the sun finally emerged I got out of bed. I looked outside my window at six thirty in the morning to find a very familiar, exotic red sports car parked right across the street by the curb. I danced a victory dance. I couldn't believe he was there waiting for me. Did he not leave last night? I quickly ran to shower and make myself as presentable as I could for someone who stayed up and worried all night. I had a blush that just refused to disappear. He was here; he was really here. I left a note telling my parents that I had plans with Sara for the day and promised to call them later. I was hoping breakfast with Louis Bruel would turn into lunch and maybe dinner.

  I walked outside thirty minutes later in a white, cotton lace-trimmed dress. My dress was short in the front and long in the back, all the way to the floor, very bohemian chic. I wore my nude wedged espadrilles that laced up my leg and reminded me of my ballerina days. I didn't have time to do anything with my damp wavy hair, so I just left it cascading down messily.

  Louis was leaning back against his car, which was parked across from my house. He was wearing a tight V-neck t-shirt that left no muscle to the imagination, and washed out low-waisted blue jeans that hung off his hips enticingly. I made my way down to his black flip-flops. I never would've guessed a man's feet would be a turn-on for me. But clearly anything involving Louis Bruel was becoming a turn-on for me. He was smiling at me with his arms folded across his chest, displaying his incredibly big bulging upper arms. He removed his aviators as soon as I approached and gave me a look that made my heart, among other things, clench.

  "Beautiful…" was all he said.

  I smiled back and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek just in case one of my neighbors was watching us and decided to report back to my parents. I quickly got into the passenger seat and couldn't wait for him to drive us away.

  *****

  "Look around you; this area may look dirty and industrial but in the next ten years, if my gut instinct is right, this all around us will be the hottest piece of real estate in New York. The land here is on fire," Louis explained to me before parking us by an industrial looking dock.

  What he said about the neighborhood we were in was hard to believe but hey, what did I know?

  We had breakfast at a small bistro in the heart of the meatpacking district. He chose a cute little corner nook with a tiny little metallic table. It all felt very Parisian.

  "How did you sleep?" Louis asked, raising his perfect eyebrow at me.

  "I didn't!" I answered with a little smirk between bites of my eggs Florentine. He smirked back.

  "Me neither. I know this may seem forward and I'm not saying this to get you to sleep with me, which, I do want very much. But, I feel very juvenile and borderline obsessed about you, little girl. All I could think about and see, and taste and smell all night when I closed my eyes was you." He leaned in and ran the back of his fingers down my cheek. "How do I make sure you're only mine, Emily?" Louis had his left hand laced with my left hand under the table so we could both still eat and hold hands. He continued, "I've had a few girlfriends in my past but I've never felt so possessive about any of them. My head keeps thinking that you already belong to someone else. That you're not real and you're going to disappear on me any minute. Like some cruel joke that the universe is playing on me as payback for being a player."

  I stiffened when he said the word "player". I needed to stop being a naïve little girl and smell the coffee. Louis Bruel didn't need an eighteen-year-old prude. He needed a six-foot tall model that put out and didn't mind sharing him with her other beautiful model girlfriends.

  "I don't belong to anybody and I'm not going anywhere, Louis, but are you playing me right now? Are you saying what every girl wants to hear, to get me to go to bed with you?" I asked as sweetly as I could without sounding like the scared little girl that I really was.

  "Emily, I'm not gonna lie to you. I want to fuck you so bad it hurts. But I won't sleep with you until it's your idea … I can't jeopardize this. Scaring you away is not an option," he whispered in my ear. "I will wait as long as you're mine and no one else's … I'll wait. We both know I don't need my dick to make you come. I would love nothing more than to sink deep inside you, but I promise you just a touch from you will make me blow my load," he said, flicking his tongue in my ear, making me impossibly wetter. "I waited almost thirty years for you little girl, what's another couple of weeks, months, or years between us?"

  I stopped chewing my croissant and looked up to meet his lust-filled eyes. I swallowed and smiled into his mesmerizing gaze. "That won't be necessary Louis. I'm not that cruel … or innocent."

  Louis kept brushing his long fingers over my crossed legs under our table. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, that bastard. After what proved to be the longest breakfast I've ever had, we continued our carefree date. We took a stroll to a nearby park. He pointed out in the distance to what looked like an elevated, decrepit train track.

  "Look up there. That is the Highline. Bruel Industries is going to build an urban park suspended in the air—right there. It used to be an old railroad track but we're going to be part of a project to convert it into an oasis in this concrete jungle. What do you think?" he asked.

  I think you're perfect, I thought to myself, but said, "I think that's the coolest thing I've ever heard." That produced a full dimple-showing smile from him. We stopped by a bench, hand-in-hand, still hungrily assessing one another before sitting down.

  "Tell me what's your favorite book?" I asked him.

  "That's easy, Great Expectations, and as of lately it's my favorite movie too," he quickly answered.

  "Okay, Pip, what about your favorite color?" I continued to ask.

  Louis started laughing and said, "This feels like I'm back in high school, but I love it, so here goes: as of yesterday I thought my favorite color was red, hence my red Ferrari … but after last night it's whatever shade of pink your nipples are."

  That made me blush. I playfully pushed at him, only to have him come back at me with a kiss to the tip of my nose.

  "Two things you'd take with you to a deserted island?" I continued my barrage of silly questions.

  "Another easy one. I'd take one sexy Emily Marcus, of course, and a life supply of Twizzlers."

  I was laughing so hard that I started hiccupping. Once my hiccups subsided I needed to know, "Why Twizzlers?"

  We finally decided to sit on a nearby empty bench. Louis pulled my legs over his thighs so he could run his finger up and down my exposed skin while we lounged in the sun. All his answers thus far were making me giddy with laughter. He was looking down at his hand caressing my skin, and causing goose pumps to form up and down my body. He then lifted his yearning gaze to meet my eyes before answering me.

  "I can't live without them. My dad got me hooked on Twizzlers when I was probably like three years old. I don't think I'd survive more than a day without them. Don't you laugh at me! I don't smoke or drink as much as I use to, so I need me a little Twizzler. Cut me some slack, woman."

  I just added cute to his long list of attributes. I asked about his longest relationship, and all I got was, "Pass, next question please." His response made me happy for some unexplained reason.

  "If you had to lose one of your five senses, which o
ne would it be and why?"

  He took a minute to think about his answer. "Okay, Miss Twenty Questions. Let's start with the process of elimination. If I couldn't see your beautiful face again that would be awful. If I couldn't touch every inch of you, that would be a calamity. If I couldn't hear you cry out my name like you did last night while you were coming deliciously in my lap that would be a fucking travesty. If those lips and tits are any indication of how sweet you'll taste everywhere else, I have to be able to taste you. So, although your scent is intoxicating, Miss Marcus, I'd have to give up my sense of smell."

  WOW, that was not the kind of reply I was expecting. I bravely gave him a light kiss on his lips.

  "That was a very sweet answer Louis, a little R-rated, but still sweet."

  He kissed me on the lips softly for the first time since last night and I almost had a full-on seizure on that park bench. Since I've established that I'm a glutton for punishment, I had to ask him the next question.

  "Why didn't you try and talk to me a few weeks ago at that first party? I thought you didn't like me." That question made him drop the permanent smile he'd had since picking me up that morning. For the first time he looked at a loss for words. I was starting to regret asking him that question. If he told me about his ménage à trois, I'd start crying and die.

  "Emily, you know I couldn't keep my eyes off you that whole night. I just didn't have enough balls to bring myself over to talk to you." He stopped, ran his hand through his thick hair and continued, "I kept waiting for the right moment to get you alone somewhere in a corner away from my clients and colleagues. I had all these people I needed to schmooze. But you kept going in and out of that damn kitchen. I kept losing my nerve. You looked so young. I was worried I'd scare the shit out of you. When the party started winding down, I was coerced into going to see a penthouse in the building next door. One of our new clients was thinking of having us put it on the market for her." He took another deep breath and looked into my eyes. "I thought for sure I'd be back in time to still catch another glimpse of you. I was hoping to get you alone. When I came back the party was over and you were long gone. Only the florist staff was still there taking apart the arrangements."