The Dandelion Chronicles Ch. 10-13

Chapter 10

"I can't sleep over," I said softly, looking down at the floor and slowly batting my eyes. "I didn't bring any of my things."

Arthur's eyes widened for a second, and I knew he was trying to think of a way to keep me here. His brows furrowed as he thought quickly, and then he asked, "What do you need?"

It was my turn to frown in thought. I had all I needed out in my car, but I couldn't tell him that without telling him the truth. I decided to only use a partial truth, "I have a small bag of toiletries in my car for emergencies, but I didn't bring anything to sleep in."

I could have said anything in the first part, because as soon as Mr. Matthews started to imagine what I wore to sleep, any words I said prior were lost in the void. He moved his hand to his face and started running his fingers over his chin to show me that he was deep in thought. I tried not to laugh, and succeeded long enough until he opened his mouth to speak.

"I'm sure I can find something for you to wear," he said with a smile. "But it might be a little big for you."

At first I thought he was referring to some clothes he might have kept of his late wife, but the way he was hiding a smile I knew there was something else afoot. I so wanted to put him on the spot to see how he would handle the situation, but knowing that I needed this job AND wanted Mr. Matthews, I played it cool.

"I would love to see it," I answered with a smile on my face and a small jump that made my breasts bounce. "Let me get my bag and I'll be right back."

He watched me walk past him and followed behind me to the front door. I felt like skipping to my car in anticipation of what might happen. Thankfully I was able to control my emotions and walked around my car to the rear passenger door. I could have just used the driver's side, but I didn't want him to spot anything in my back seat that might give it away that on most nights I used that as my sleeping quarters.

Even though I knew where my 'overnight bag' was, I had to spend a bit of time trimming it down from the current contents. Finally, I was happy with the contents, making sure I had my phone charger, and exited the car. I closed the door and Arthur was still standing in the doorway waiting for me. I walked to the door, where he stepped back to give me room to pass; as I did so, I put my hand on his chest for stability.

We both knew that I didn't need to do that, but it was a silent signal of trust. I heard him lock the door behind me and I waited for him to lead me to bed. Well, it wasn't his bed, at least not tonight, but soon it would be.

Neither of us spoke as we ascended the wooden stairs, making it to the top after 16 steps. At the top, he led me to the first bedroom on the right, which was obviously the master bedroom. My heart started to beat faster, and I wondered if he was expecting me to share his bed.

"I think you should sleep in the master bedroom," he said. "It has a bathroom right over there, so you won't have to walk far in the middle of the night."

Arthur pointed and I followed with my eyes to see a pretty good-sized bathroom just off to the left. I then looked to the right and a walk-in closet took up most of that wall.

"I can't sleep in your bed," I said.

"Is it because you snore and I won't get a good night's sleep?" Arthur answered, trying his best to keep a straight face, but failing miserably.

"Listen smartass," I answered, trying not to smile to myself. "What if the kids come in here because of a nightmare? They won't know what's going on and will get even more scared if they can't find you."

"You can just put your head under the covers so they don't see you," he said, this time he couldn't keep the smile off his face.

I wasn't sure if he was joking or not. The way he said it gave him an exit in case I got pissed, but it also told me he wasn't opposed to sharing a bed for the night. I tried to think of something snarky to say, but he just offered me what I was looking for, so I called his bluff.

"Okay," I said with a smile. "But I get the side closest to the bathroom."

The initial look on his face was a stunned shock. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out as he thought about the implications of my answer. I could see his mind working the immediate possibilities of having a sexy woman sleeping in the same bed as him, and the room started to fill with sexual tension.

"I think I can make that work," he answered. "You can put your bag on the counter in the bathroom while I find you something to sleep in.

Arthur was smiling like a kid in a candy store. I was sure there was no way this was in the cards when he invited me over to get a better feel for if I was the right person for the job. I walked to the bathroom and set my 'overnight' bag on the counter. The room was as clean as any hotel bathroom, which said a lot; unless he had a feeling I would be spending the night. Maybe I had underestimated Mr. Matthews.

The room itself had a good-sized walk-in shower, a vanity with two sinks, and enough cupboards to store enough towels for an NFL team. I wanted to pull open doors and drawers, but that would be too much right now. Once I was the confirmed nanny, I could explore the house to my little heart's content.

I exited the room and could see that Arthur was in the closet across the room. He was moving things and rummaging around. I walked over until I was close enough to touch him, but he hadn't noticed me yet. I tapped him on the shoulder and he made a sound and jumped like I shot him.

"Jesus, Dandelion," he said with a laugh. "You scared the shit out of me."

"What are you looking for? I asked.

"I found some things that might work," he said.

"Work for what?" I countered, knowing full well he was looking for something for me to sleep in.

"You said you didn't bring any pajamas," he said.

"Hold on," I stopped him and held up a finger. "I don't wear pajamas."

"You don't?" Arthur asked, he wore a confused look. "What do you wear?"

The devil sitting on my shoulder wanted me to answer 'nothing', but the angel on the other shoulder told me to answer honestly and not give poor Mr. Matthews a heart attack. I smiled and took a small step closer to him. "I wear nothing ..."

His eyes opened wider at my admission.

"But a big t-shirt or something comfy like that," I smiled and took the t-shirt that was in his hands.

"Well," he said while trying to swallow the lump in his throat. "I don't wear pajamas either."

I knew he wanted me to ask him what he wore, but I still needed to know about the job. "Yeah, you don't look like a pajama person," I said. "You look like someone who is going to tell me whether I have the job or not."

"Let's get ready for bed, and then we can talk about it before we get under the covers," he said.

"Okay," I answered. "Let me put this on while you do your stuff."

I took a step back and let Arthur walk past me. He walked to the bathroom and closed the door. I took off my clothes and folded them nicely on a stack. I picked up the t-shirt he handed to me, which was an XXL retro Atari t-shirt. Once the toilet flushed, I turned my body so my back was to the bathroom.

He took longer to open the door than I expected, but once I heard the lock turn, I slid my arms in the sleeves and turned my body around. If I timed it right, Mr. Matthews would have gotten a beautiful view of my breasts and front before the image of Space Invaders covered up my assets.

I walked out of the closet and I could tell with the expression on Mr. Matthew's face that I had timed things perfectly. The shirt was big on me, and it hit me mid-thigh, providing plenty of space for my breasts to move freely. Did I put a bit of bounce in my step as I walked past Arthur on the way to the bathroom?

In the words of Colonel Nathan R. Jessep from A Few Good Men, "You're God damn right I did!"

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Chapter 11

As I brushed my teeth, I looked at the glass shower stall longingly. I wanted to walk in and let the warm water take away all of life's stresses. I thought about asking Arthur if he wanted to join me, but that was probably something for another night, or day, or morning, or whenever we could make it work with the kids; assuming I got the job.

I looked around the bathroom, taking my time working my soft bristle brush over my perfectly white teeth that only braces can provide. I started slowly peeking in cabinet doors, looking for any remnants or reminders of Mr. Matthew's deceased wife, but there were none until I returned to the sink to spit. There, next to the sink was an 8 x 10 picture of them at their wedding.

A pang of shame washed over me as I thought about using my youth and large breasts to try and land a nanny job, but quickly pushed those thoughts away. It wasn't just about the job, I was very attracted to Mr. Matthews and the thought of an instant family made me feel all warm inside.

I rinsed my toothbrush and then cupped a hand to slurp up some water. Everyone has a routine when they brush their teeth, and I swished the water on each side three times before depositing it in one of the sinks. I tapped my brush on the side of the porcelain to free it of any residual water, and then took one last slurp before spitting in the sink for the last time.

As I set my toothbrush next to my overnight bag, my body was trembling with excitement. I tried to tell myself that it was just the comfort of sleeping in a bed instead of my car, but I knew it was so much more than that. I wanted to touch Arthur's skin and feel him touching mine. I wanted him to look me in the eyes like I was the only thing that mattered at that moment, yet I was also terrified that I had misread the room and he didn't have any interest in me.

My thoughts worked against me, wondering if he thought he had to fuck me for me to accept the job? If that was the case, he must have a lot of confidence in his ability between the sheets. I'm not saying that Mr. Matthews didn't know his way around a woman's body, because his two kids assured me that he had sex at least twice in his life.

The seconds ticked away and I knew I was stalling, which was crazy. This wasn't the Dandelion that I knew. When I wanted something, I didn't let anything get in the way, but this felt very different; maybe it was because of the kids. I'm not a saint, and there are some nights that I felt quite a bit of shame, but tonight wasn't going to follow that same path. I flicked the switch off and the bathroom became a vault of darkness. Once my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I opened the door and exited into the bedroom.

"I was getting worried about you," Arthur said.

He was still standing on his side of the bed with his arms at his sides. He was wearing an old t-shirt with the image of some type of mechanical being with a little girl standing in front. After a bit, I recognized it from the game Bioshock and felt even more of a connection with him. He could have worn something old like pajamas, or nothing at all; which would have been creepy as fuck. I wanted to fuck Arthur, but you don't stand naked in front of someone when sex isn't a sure thing.

"I was snooping through your cabinets," I said and shook my shoulders like it was the most natural thing to do. It sounded like a bluff, even though it was the truth, but I wanted to see his reaction.

"Did you find anything interesting?" Arthur asked. "I lost some money in case you found any."

"How much did you lose?" I asked as I walked to the side of the bed closest to the bathroom.

"How much did you find?" Arthur asked and smiled.

"That depends on if I have the job or not?" I countered.

"How well do you know money?" Arthur asked.

"This sounds like a trick question," I said. "I know it's green and used to buy stuff I want."

"If you can name the Presidents on four bills," he said as he smiled. "Then you're hired."

"What if I can't?" I asked. Little did Mr. Matthews know, but I did a stint at JPMorgan Chase bank as a teller during the summer between high school and college.

"Then I will have to do a total body cavity search for my lost money," he said.

His statement shocked me, and immediately made my body start to tingle. My mind imagined Mr. Matthews lifting my shirt over my head and putting his hands on my breasts. If that was his first stop to find hidden treasure, just wait until he spreads my legs! I remembered thinking just such a thing earlier in the night and licked my lips before responding.

"I'm not sure you have the proper credentials for such a search," I joked, happy that my voice didn't crack. "I suppose you are going to tell me that you've done such a search on plenty of young college girls to make me feel more comfortable?"

After I said it, I knew I fucked up. I just called Mr. Matthews a creep in his own bedroom, while I was wearing one of his t-shirts with my hard nipples pushing against the thin material, and my pussy wet with need. This is probably why I'm in the position I'm in; alone and living out of my car. I'm such a piece of work.

The sexual tension in the room cooled quickly to that of awkwardness. I panicked on what to do, and decided the only thing to do was say what was on my mind.

"I'm sorry Arthur," I said as I walked over to him.

He stood rooted to the floor. His face showed confusion on how playful banter turned into me calling him a creep. Now I was walking over to him, and I could see he wondered if this was some kind of trick.

"I really like you and think I would be perfect for the job," I said, carefully omitting the part where I would be perfect for him also. "I got too carried away with the banter and I want to take that last part back."

I reached him and his face started to relax.

"Let's do the president thing so I know if I have to provide my I9 documentation to show proof that I'm eligible for employment," I said as I stepped close enough to him that the tips of my stiff nipples pushed through the material separating our bodies and into his chest.

Mr. Matthews moved his arms and almost put them around me, but some invisible barrier prevented him from pulling me closer.

"If I succeed in the test," I said while moving just the slightest bit closer. "We can seal the deal with a kiss."

He was looking down at me and I thought for sure he could hear how hard my heart was beating in my chest, but he didn't say anything. His face fully relaxed and he smiled and my heart beat even faster.

"Since you haven't consented to a body cavity search if you lose," he said, while the corner of his mouth turned up in a grin. "Then we will have to figure out another form of punishment to qualify you for the job."

This time, I made sure not to fuck up the moment. I slid a hand under his shirt and put it on his stomach. He sucked in a short breath, not knowing if my hand was going north or south. I played it safe and moved my hand up his warm skin to move over his chest, making sure to brush against his nipples.

"If I win, I want something extra," I said.

I stopped moving my hand under his shirt and slid my other hand under the bottom of his shirt, hooking my fingers on the waistband of his underwear. From where my hand rested on his chest, I could feel his heart beating just as fast and hard as mine was, and I knew he wanted this as much as I did.

"I'm not giving you my car," he said.

"I was thinking something more intimate," I purred and pulled on his waistband; just a touch for emphasis.

Mr. Matthews lost all means of playful banter with my fingers only centimeters away from his cock.

He opened his mouth and took several seconds before whispering, "Anything ..."

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Chapter 12

"How many do I have to get right again?" I asked. I looked up into his eyes and knew he would sign over the deed to the house if I asked for it.

"Get what right?" He asked, clearly the proximity of my almost-naked body turning his mind to mush.

"You were going to test my knowledge on United States currency," I said.

I ran my hand over his chest and then moved it to mirror the one already with my fingers hooked on the waistband of his underwear. I slid my fingers in farther than the first hand and my fingertips brushed against the tip of his swollen cock; Mr. Matthew's body shivered with excitement.

"Whoops," I said, feigning embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to touch you, yet."

Mr. Matthews put his hands on my shoulders, either for stability or to make sure he didn't grope me while he tried to organize his thoughts. After several deep breaths, he managed to form words, "It's okay, I didn't mind."

"Good," I said. "I don't want anything to get in the way with the job interview."

"Oh yeah," he chuckled softly. "The job interview. Okay, who is the president on the $1 bill?"

"That's easy, Mr. wooden teeth himself, it's George Washington," I said with a look like he just asked me what color my hair was. "Next one."

"Who is on the $5 bill?" Arthur asked quickly.

"This is another easy one," I said. "It's the Rail Splitter, Mr. Honest Abe, Abraham Lincoln."

After answering correctly, I pulled down on his waistband. The material was bunching up on his swollen cock, so I reached in and held his cock with one hand while the other continued to pull down. Once I cleared his cock, I quickly knelt and soon his underwear were bunched at his ankles. While I was kneeling, I pulled the t-shirt over my head and then stood up quickly.

The effect made my firm breasts bounce beautifully. Arthur stood with his arms straight down, not sure if he should touch me now that I was naked. I smiled at him, but he couldn't pull his gaze from the sight of my naked breasts only inches away.

"Where were we?" I asked and moved my hands.

He watched as I cupped his balls with one hand, with the other one I traced my fingernails lightly up and down the girth of his hard shaft. He gulped loudly and licked his lips and then asked me the next question.

"What about the $100 bill?" Arthur's voice was barely louder than a whisper.

"Well," I said and wrapped my hand around his cock before giving it a hard tug. "The $100 bill doesn't have a president on it, so you're either trying to trick me or giving me a softball question."

I gave his cock another tug and wanted Mr. Matthews to throw me on the bed and sink his thick cock between my legs. I wanted to feel his weight push me into the covers and the force of his hips slam into me as he gave me a release that had been building from our first meeting.

He moved his hands and put them on my cheeks and started lowering his head. I knew this was the moment, and my body was humming with sexual energy.

Arthur's lips pressed against mine, and his tongue tentatively slid inside my mouth, searching.

I squeezed on his cock harder as my tongue touched his and I knew he was the soul I had been searching for. I kissed him just as cautiously, letting him own the moment. The kiss lasted only seconds, but the effect on my body and psyche was profound. I thought back to when Arthur admitted to 'anything', and I felt the exact same way.

Mr. Matthews had shown amazing restraint in not trying to take advantage of the situation and me, and that only made him sexier. Other men would have reached out to pull on my nipples when presented with two large firm naked breasts, but he was able to control his carnal urges. It's not like he wasn't aroused, because the feel of his hard, thick, throbbing cock in my hands said he couldn't be more ready to fuck.

"You haven't guessed yet," Arthus said. Apparently now that I was naked, he guessed that he really couldn't fuck this situation up, and had found his voice. "It's okay to admit defeat."

That sexy fucker added a smile on the end and I couldn't help but smile back at him.

"It's all about the Benjamins!" I said, louder than I probably should have. There wasn't anything that could get in the way of me sliding down on Mr. Matthew's cock, except for children that couldn't sleep and needed their dad in the room comforting them.

"I'm going to need first and last name please," he said as he put his hands on my shoulders and turned me until my back was to the bed. "Get on the bed."

His tone was soft but commanding and a surge of excitement flowed through my body. The bed was higher than any other bed I had been on in my life, and I clumsily climbed backwards onto the bed, and sat with my legs spread while he watched from where he stood next to the bed.

"Benjamin Franklin," I said. "Now hurry up with the last question so I can get my spoils of victory."

Arthur reached down and grabbed me by the ankles and I fell back. He pulled until my ass was almost to the edge of the bed and lifted my legs in the air. I felt very exposed with my legs up, but his grip was firm and controlling. I wondered how much Arthur liked being in control. He stepped closer and the head of his cock brushed against my wet pussy, sending more tendrils of pleasure through my body.

"Last one," he said.

He moved his body, and the shaft of his cock slid against my wet slit, stroking me and making it hard for me to concentrate on what he was saying. "Who is on the $2 bill?"

I was expecting him to ask something difficult like the $500 or $1000 bills, which could have led into a whole new discussion as there were multiple people on a $1000 bill. I wondered how many people didn't know who was on a $2 bill and I scrunched up my face as if I was searching my memory. His hips continued to move, stroking my pussy with each movement. I wondered if I could tilt my hips so his cock would just slip in.

"Do you give up?" Arthur asked.

"I think it was one of the guys that signed the Declaration of Independence," I said.

"That's not an answer," he said.

"I can't remember how many signers of the Declaration of Independence actually were elected to president," I said as I moved my hands to my breasts and started playing with my nipples. The effect was immediate, because Mr. Matthew's hips stopped moving for several seconds as he watched my hands move over my breasts, with my fingertips brushing my stiff pink nipples.

"Do you want to suck on my nipples Arthur?" I asked as I pinched them softly.

"Yes ...," he whispered.

"Do you want to fuck me? I asked.

"Yes ...," he whispered again.

"Then first you're going to have to show me how much by licking my pussy," I said. "The answer is Thomas Fucking Jefferson, now get your face between my legs!"

Mr. Matthews showed no hesitation, as he pushed my legs back towards my head and started to lower his face towards my wet, needy pussy. I thought of how great this night had already been, and how much more it would be as his warm tongue slid inside of me.

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Chapter 13

Mr. Matthews rested his hands on the insides of my thighs, the warmth of his skin tightening my nipples to the density of diamonds. He ran his tongue in and over my pussy, exploring and tasting. It was probably something he never thought he would have access to; that made it even more exciting for me.

He took his time, taking long strokes with the flat of his tongue to hit as much as he could and then finishing with a long slow lick of my clit. I'm not saying Arthur was a professional pussy licker, but he was extremely good.

One of my toxic traits is that I can't help comparing a new lover to those of the past. This was my first time letting a man of his age between my legs, and the experience so far, was levels above what I thought it might be. Giving it just a flicker of thought, I wasn't sure what I expected.

Did I expect an older man to be some sort of uncultured swine? Did I believe that if I gave one access to my pink princess, maybe they would turn into some kind of zombie to the beauty of my younger pussy? I guess I did kind of think the latter, but I also had to admit to myself that the thought of an older man sliding his cock between my legs was making my body quiver with anticipation.

I reached down and rested my fingertips in Mr. Matthew's hair, feeling his head move as his tongue continued the steady assault on my most intimate parts. Arthur was in no hurry, and switched from licking, to kissing, or brushing his lips against mine, before his tongue sent more tendrils of pleasure throughout my body.

Mr. Matthews gently pushed on the insides of my thighs, and I took that to mean that he wanted me to lift my legs up; which I did. I pulled my legs up and stretched them straight, so they formed a 'V' with my pussy acting as the vertex.

"Is this part of the application for the job?" I whispered.

Mr. Matthews lifted his head from between my legs, and gave a small laugh. "I forgot all about the job application," he said.

His words hit me with a wall of panic. I pushed myself away from him, farther on to the bed, and lowered my legs. If he forgot about the job, maybe he was playing me all along and was just after a piece of college girl ass before I got kicked to the curb and was sleeping back in my car.

It didn't take a genius to see that something was wrong when I moved away from him, and I could see fear in his eyes. Mr. Matthews stood next to the bed, his once hard penis turning flaccid with each passing second. His brow was furrowed as he tried to remember his mistake.

Eventually he opened his mouth to ask a question, "What did I say?"

Seconds ago, I was certain I was getting played by Mr. Matthews, now I wasn't so sure. I had even convinced myself that he used his kids to lure me into his bed, but none of his actions fell in line with that. As I contemplated what to do next, my arousal seeped out of my body in a rush, leaving me feeling cold and exposed; I couldn't imagine how this night was going to end.

"You said you forgot all about the job interview," I said defiantly. At this point I moved to a sitting position and pulled my feet close to my body so he couldn't reach out and grab me. I wasn't really worried about Mr. Matthews assaulting me, but I wasn't taking any chances.

"Yes," he said softly, his face still a picture of uncertainty. "I was telling myself that there was no way this beautiful young woman was letting me kiss her. In that moment of pure joy, I forgot all about there being a contract we needed to draw up for you to be the kid's nanny."

I was confused. Did he think I was letting him go down on me as a trade-off of getting the job? I liked Arthur, and would have let him do the things he was doing to me, even if there wasn't a job involved. Unfortunately, I had been so focused on finding something a little more permanent than the backseat of my car for a bed, I lost control of the situation.

"I'm sorry Dandelion," he said. "I think I read the situation incorrectly." He sounded so sad, I just wanted to crawl over to him and wrap my arms around him and hold him until things were better. "I thought you wanted this too," he said in conclusion.

His words broke my heart and I felt like the biggest piece of shit in the world. There was no ulterior motive for Mr. Matthews. I quickly realized that he wasn't using me for anything. He was a lonely handsome man with two beautiful children, and found someone that he trusted enough to invite into his home.

If I was going to talk about people with ulterior motives, it was time for me to look in the fucking mirror and stop pointing fingers elsewhere. I went up on my knees and moved across the bed in his direction. I moved until there was no bed left for me to traverse, leaving me only inches away from him. I reached out and put a hand on his cheek while looking him in the eyes.

"I do want this too," I whispered. "I'm not so trusting with people I haven't known for long, and I just got scared. Turn off all the lights and come to bed."

The sheets felt nice against my naked body. I wondered if Mr. Matthews had washed them today in anticipation of trying to bed me, or maybe he was just a good housekeeper, or maybe I just wasn't used to something with this high of a thread count. The bed shook a bit as he climbed in, but he stayed on his side, apparently unsure of what to do next. I only had myself to blame for fucking up his confidence, but I was going to fix that right now.

"Come over here," I said softly. "We're not going to talk about the job anymore tonight."

The bed made several soft creaks as he shifted his weight while moving to my side of the bed, each passing second adding more fuel to the sexual fire burning in my body. It was only a couple of seconds before I could feel the heat from the proximity of his skin under the covers.

"Don't stop," I said. "Keep moving until you are lying between my legs." I had to whisper the last part to keep my voice from cracking with excitement.

Mr. Matthews followed my direction, and as he moved, I also moved to help position my body under his. Finally, he stopped, and I could see the outline of his body over mine. He had his arms straight to keep his body off of mine, probably until given permission to enter my honeypot.

"Dandelion," he whispered. "It's been a long time. I don't want to disappoint ..."

I cut him off with a loud shush.

"Arthur, there's no way that would happen," I said. "Tonight has already been more amazing than I could have imagined."

I put my hands on his chest and moved them down his body until I found his penis. He let out a soft sigh and my hands moved up and down his hard warm shaft. After several strokes, I pulled his cock towards my dripping pussy. When I brushed the head of his swollen cock against my slick pink lips, I could hear him suck in a breath. I felt the same way, and knew it was only moments before Arthur was sinking his cock between my legs.

"Kiss me," I whispered. "And don't stop until we're both done."

I felt the warmth of his breath tickle my skin moments before his lips touched mine. I moved one hand around his body to the small of his back and pulled him towards me. Arthur took the hint, and as our lips touched, in what would be the most sensual kiss in my life, he moved his hips forward and his cock slid inside.

I couldn't help but let a soft moan escape as Mr. Matthews pushed until his hips were tight against me. He rested his body on his elbows, with his chest pressed against my breasts. There was no hurry in his actions, he kissed me for what could have been several beautiful minutes before his hips started to move.

Mr. Matthews didn't have the largest cock I've had between my legs, but it was more than adequate, and wasn't so long that it was uncomfortable. All of his movement was with his hips, keeping as much of his body touching mine as possible. I put my hands on the small of his back, and then let them slide down so I could feel his ass as his hips slowly, methodically, drove his cock inside me in a pace that I can only describe as control.

The sensation was so different from every other time fucking a guy, that for several seconds I thought I must be dreaming. Most high school and college guys couldn't wait to have their cocks inside you, that as soon as they did, they wanted to mimic a jack-hammer and try to set the world record on how many times they could pound your pussy in a 60 second time-frame.

Maybe Mr. Matthews had some of that jack-hammer needs, but there was no indication of anything other than enjoying every single stroke of his cock stretching my pussy. As we kissed and fucked, he moved his hands under my shoulders, while his elbows still supported the majority of his weight; I think he thought that I was fragile somehow.

Our bodies moved together like we had practiced this erotic dance a thousand times already, both reveling in the moment, yet neither wanting the music to stop. I could feel the need in Mr. Matthew's body building, matching the need in mine. What started as a slow burn earlier in the night, had climbed to a bonfire level, and soon would rival the heat of the great Chicago fire of 1871.

The constant contact of Arthur's body on mine, created a thin sheen of sweat, allowing our bodies to slide effortlessly against the other. Even though the speed of our kissing seemed to slow, Arthur's hips added a touch of force at the end of each slow thrust inside me. The change was minute, but the effect on me was momentous.

I tightened my hold on his ass and started moaning. I knew I had some control over how much time I had before I lost all control, but I wanted to make sure that Mr. Matthews was getting the same euphoria; moaning during sex is a guarantee to push men over the edge.

The moaning wasn't an act, Mr. Matthews was making me feel fucking amazing. I switched from kissing his lips to biting his bottom lip. He let out his own moan of pleasure and his hips hit me with a little more force.

Our bodies slid against each other while Arthur pumped his thick cock in me. His arms tightened around my body and I felt more secure and safe than with any other man that I shared a bed with. His arms tightened more, as if he was afraid I would somehow slip away from him, but I had no intention of leaving.

We moaned through the kissing and the fucking and the holding and the biting and there was nothing else but Mr. Matthews for me. During those long moments of release, it was if I was in a void, shielding me from any of life's minor concerns. To keep from screaming in pleasure, I bit down on Arthur's lip harder and tasted blood, but he never pulled away or complained; Mr. Matthews was a fucking keeper!

"Dandelion," Arthur said softly.

"Wait," I said. I didn't want Arthur to say something that he might regret later. I also didn't want him to be influenced by what had just happened in his bed. "No more talking until morning."

"But ...," he said, starting to protest.

"Nope," I said with as much authority as I could muster under the circumstances.

"We are each going to use the restroom, and then return to bed for some sleep. You can snuggle me, and I'll even let you be the big spoon." I ended with a giggle.

"Okay," he said with a laugh. "You got the job."

"I said no more talking!" I said louder. Even though I said no more talking, hearing Mr. Matthews confirm that I had the job, just took a big pressure off my shoulder.

Arthur walked to the bathroom, and I stretched myself out on the large bed. I let my mind wander to what life with him and his kids was going to be like, and I enjoyed every thought that popped into my head. Even though there wasn't any more talking tonight, that didn't mean that I couldn't let Mr. Matthews have his way with me again as a celebration.

Yes, there was certainly going to be more celebration tonight!

End of Book 1