Tricking Astrid (Ch 1)

 

 

Chapter 1

Astrid thought the world of her boyfriend. They had started dating after meeting on the dance floor of a club she frequented. The club was called Bounce and boy did it every Friday and Saturday.

He was extremely handsome, which at first made her wonder why he chose her. She wasn't unattractive, just the typical brunette type who men usually found boring at first glance. Blondes had better fun, right?

He'd romanced her, made her feel special in little ways until she thought she was in love. Remy was his name and after three months they had yet to have sex. She was never pressured or approached by him like that. What they had gone beyond physical admiration.

But after three months she did begin to question WHY they'd not had sex. She lived alone in a two-bedroom house left to her by her deceased grandparents. In actuality, she had no living family. Her friends were few, mostly ones she'd occasionally see at Bounce. She went dancing to cure her blues of loneliness.

Although she worked in a lawyer's office, She worked at nothing towards law. Her place was in the large library re-shelving reference catalogs and finding others for the three brothers who owned the law firm. She and two elderly ladies carried a lot of paperwork for eight hours. The pay was very good but her job was boring.

Remy never told her about his job, if he even had one, or where he lived. The first few times she'd bring it up he had been quick to either change the subject or ignore her altogether so she soon stopped questioning him. He'd call nightly, chatting for hours or come take her to dinner, a movie or they'd just ride around the town in comfortable friendship.

After three months she found it odd she had never had that conversation about his personal life like job or home. He must have had a fine job to drive the latest Mercedes or afford the nice restaurants he took her to. Yet, he never opened up making her frustration grow.

Astrid paused in curling her long, thick hair. She was preparing herself for their three-month anniversary date. He was due in an hour. She frowned at herself in the large oval boudoir mirror.

Why hadn't she been more persistent in asking Remy more personal questions? He knew pretty much everything about her entire life. He was an intense man who Astrid found intriguing yet never felt the need to skim past the surface.

She shook her head to clear away the sudden doubt of Remy. He was a good man. She would ask tonight where he lived she promised herself.

She finished curling her tresses, applied her makeup, then grinned as she slipped into the dark red jacquard halter neck dress that had cost her almost two hundred dollars. One thing she definitely had going for her was big boobs with a toned waist. She walked or jogged at least three times a week each morning. Her brown eyes and brown hair may deflect males who needed flashy, but tonight she knew Remy would not be looking elsewhere. She hurried to slip on her heels and loaded up her small red clutch before turning off unneeded lights in preparation for going out.

Remy was already late. Odd. He usually was very punctual to a tee it had at first amused her.

Astrid poured herself a glass of wine to calm her nerves. Not only did she intend on asking Remy about his job or home, she planned on having some much-needed sex. He had kissed her like she was his last meal several nights ago and tonight she needed more.

Her last boyfriend, Abner, had been a horn-dog. He'd screwed her before, during and after dinner. His excited libido ended up with her finding out she was not his only girlfriend. They had skipped dating and went right to bed when she'd met him one drunken night. She'd been lonely then too, closing her eyes to Abner's crude ways until seeing him screwing with a much younger girl at his place. He hadn't even cared enough about her to call after she'd fled.

Astrid checked her watch. Remy was fifteen minutes late. Then, as she poured a second glass of wine, she heard the unmistakable purr of his engine. Smiling, she headed towards the front door to meet him.

Remy was not just handsome. At least six feet two, his physique was astoundingly impressive. Long arms with obvious upper body tone. When he moved his biceps bulged. His long torso tapered down with equally impressive body muscle. It was the grace of ease in which he moved that accounted all that muscle. It was as if he wasn't aware of how built he appeared. His charming hazel eyes which sparkled when smiling or his unruly sandy blonde hair that sometimes fell over his left eye made most women sigh. He was unbearably easy on the eyes.

Astrid unlocked the deadbolt just as he stepped up the three small front porch steps. When she opened the door, he held a dozen red roses forward.

Astrid laughed nervously, "You shouldn't of. They're so beautiful Remy."

He lowered the roses so she could see the charming smile he gave just for her. She still couldn't understand why a man like Remy bothered to date her. He was so much more attractive. He always made her feel like a queen, but it was her own lack of self-confidence that made her doubt.

"I should have given you roses like these a long time ago," he told her, stepping forward, "You look amazing. You look... stunning."

She felt the heat of his compliment turning her face red. Glass of wine in one hand, she accepted the flowers in the other awkwardly saying, "You know I hate it when you lie."

Chuckling, he followed her inside. He shut the door as she went to the kitchen for a vase. She busily arranged the boutique as he crept up behind her.

When she turned he caught her around the waist, giving her a peck on the mouth. Her instant arousal was once more disappointed as he let her go. They'd made out before, but as soon as she'd try to go further he'd expertly wiggle out of the coupling. Tonight she'd already decided he would sleep with her. She saw the desire burning in his eyes even now.

"Remy," she purred, putting her own arms around him now, "Why do you tease?"

The confusion was plain in those hazel eyes, "I do not tease! What?"

She was much shorter, only five foot seven. She had heels on though which made it easier to reach his mouth. His lips were perfect for kissing which she had been solely doing for three months. It was time to kiss other parts of his body.

"Do you really think I look good?" she batted her brown eyes at him, "You always say I do yet you have never seen me naked."

It was his turn to go red. "What?"

She gave him a slow kiss, pressing against his taunt chest. His scent was dizzying. So masculine and clean smelling. He was always groomed, not like Abner. She melted into his body as the kiss deepened. His big hands went around her waist as she refused to let him go. The sexual desire that swam through her mind was too much. She hadn't wanted to ruin his dinner plans but the moment she'd opened the door she had wanted to jump his bones. The pent-up desires she'd held in check were now seeping between her thighs.

"Wait," he gasped, coming up for air as she pressed harder on his frame, "What's going on Astrid?"

She rolled her eyes at his lack of seduction, "Remy, I'm horny."

He laughed but quickly sobered at her warning glare. "Baby, I'm sorry. So, what do you want?"

She pushed him, knocking him unexpectedly against the worn out Formica counter. His hazel eyes became saucers, seeing her take control of the situation. He visibly swallowed as she sauntered close, eyes lovely and oozing carnality.

"What do I want?" she huskily repeated, "I could think of a few... naked options."

Weakly he held her at bay. "Astrid, we have a reservation."

"So?" she gave him a look that made him sweat, "You always make reservations when we so obviously need to be moving along in our relationship."

He put his hands on her arms, gripping them then slipping down as she forced another long kiss on him. She was winning. The bulge in his black slacks was proof.

"Astrid," he groaned against her wet mouth, "I planned on making our first time memorable."

"It is!" she declared, tugging at the sports jacket he wore, "Don't you ever want to have sex with me? Most men have me then go. You've yet to go, but we haven't fucked."

He allowed his coat to fall off by dropping his arms. She now worked at the buttons of his shirt. She gazed into his dreamy eyes, seeing the desire she herself was losing herself to.

"Fucking and making love are two different things," he panted, not returning his hands to her curvy body, "Which do you desire?"

"I desire you," she told him, now pulling his arms out of his sleeves, "I desire to be desired. You know we've waited more than long enough. Is it me? You look as if I scare you."

He actually laughed, his well-toned body relaxing against the counter as she slowly undressed him. "You don't scare me. I didn't want you to feel used Astrid. I like you. You're worthy of more than a quick lay. I know you are unsure of yourself."

Astrid suddenly felt like a fool. She backed away from Remy with a look of hesitant mistrust. Why was he still not taking her offered body? Was she meant to be a friend to him? Why else would he seem so passive? God, he had barely touched her!

She shook her head at her wanton actions. He watched her turn to leave the shame in her flushed cheeks so quickly took hold of her right hand.

"Don't." He softly said to her hurt expression, "Don't start thoughts that are not true. You are so hard on yourself Astrid."

She tried to tug out of his clasp but he would not allow her to, "Remy, you obviously don't want me! Here I am, throwing myself at you but you make excuses why we shouldn't."

He pulled her to him. They now played tug-a-war as she frustratingly tried to pull away. She wouldn't be treated like a woman who needed pity or reassurance if he truly did not want her. The embarrassment was too much for her if he lied. If he just wanted a friend, he shouldn't have been taking her to restaurants or kissing her.

"I'm NOT making excuses," he half yelled as she struggled, "I was simply waiting."

They were in the tiny hallway now. "Let me go."

He refused, instead gently pressing her against the worn wallpaper. Their breathing was fast. He pressed against her her, holding her still. The look on his face desperate.

"I like you," he growled, "Too much to take you like a one night slut. I didn't think you felt so strongly about sex. You never acted so aggressively before."

"Because you kept it like that," she admitted, "I was fine with it until realizing you kept me satisfied with little kisses. Shit, I don't even know where you live or work Remy!"

He sighed, relaxing his hold just to move his hands down onto her curvy waist. The hardness of him pressed against her dress. She really wanted Remy. Really wanted him in a way he was just realizing had them both stirred.

"I've wanted to have sex," he whispered, dipping his hot mouth low against her ear so the sensation caused her to break out in goose-flesh, "Lord knows how many nights I've left feeling like a dork because I was too nervous to do anything."

"Do it," she whispered back, "I'm the nervous one, Remy."

So he finally took control. The handsome man she'd never dreamed would ever have an interest in someone like her finally proved she was worthy.

The passionate kiss that he assaulted her ready mouth with made her knees weak. In the hall, her back against the wall, Remy groped her breast through the dress. He quickly tired of that, expertly unclasping the dress, roughly pull the fabric down.

Her head spun from the excitement. She had never expected Remy to be so forceful. So enthusiastic as he stripped the dress down her body. He fiddled with his pants until he was exposed. Oh! How had she misjudged his size while they had previously made out? Friction through clothes hadn't allowed her to assess the hugeness she now had the pleasure of viewing.

Astrid pulled Remy into the bedroom had once been her grandparents. She'd left the antique boudoir and five dresser drawer but the king size four poster oak bed frame belonged to her.

Remy stared at her in the dim moonlight that came in through the wide window to the left. She was breathing hard from excitement and lust. He looked so gorgeous and strong standing there like a predator.

He stepped close, the movement like a cheetah, placing strong hands on the small of her back. "Are you okay?"

She was shivering slightly, "Yes, it's just... you have no idea how you make me feel."

He smiled, "Then let me feel you."

He kissed her neck, brushing those warm lips all across her skin. She walked backward to the bed, his hands stroking her soft flesh. They laid atop the quilted mattress. He was not as she figured Remy to be in bed. She imagined him a soft slow lover.

Just the opposite.

He was parting her knees roughly and in one smooth motion was deep inside her to the hilt. She winced, letting out a moan of surprised enjoyment which he stifled with a hard kiss. He was moving in her now. Full, long strokes which made her continue to cry out.

Astrid had not expected him to be so large when seeing him naked at last and now as he dipped in and out of her she hadn't been fully prepared for the way he used it. Like a man who purposely wanted her to writhe below him so he could hold her still. He gripped her close, pounding her so she arched her back. She panted over his shoulder as he groaned then quickened the rhythm inside her.

"Remy!" She gasped his name at the intensity of him, "Fuck that feel so good!"

Remy chuckled at the sound of her. He had expected her to climax by now. Most did when he applied himself so hard and so fully. He wanted to see her beautiful face come, so pressed her back to the mattress.

He lifted her hips, leaning back as she gripped the quilt in her fist. They were sweating, looking at each other with pure lust. He hadn't expected to feel so intense with Astrid. The sudden tightening of his jaw signaled he was trying not to lose the advantage. He was angry that she took it from him.

He moved inside of her warm, wet pussy quicker as she bit her cute bow lip. She was tensing around his cock as he applied himself harder each time he thrust. She was moaning so loud that the sound was driving him to nearly blowing himself inside of her. Her pussy clamped down then she let out a low moan as she fell apart beautifully, showing him the look he had been waiting three months to see.

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