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Beginning: 1. The original part or early stages of something. 2. The point in time or space at which something starts or comes into existence, or is first encountered.

I suppose every story has a beginning right? That also means it has an end, like everything else. Let me tell you the story of our beginning. So, that you carry no misconceptions of our relationship and us. It was a Friday night and Lucas wanted to feel like the twenty-four year old he was instead of the thirty something he felt.

He and some friends had heard about this club called 'Vixen' and decided to check it out. He was here for one reason and one reason only sex. He needed wanted mind numbing, pulse pounding, toe curling sex and he needed it tonight.

That's when he saw her dancing on the floor by herself her hips swaying to the beat. Her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted. The lights illuminated her curly dark russet hair and showed of the strands of red scattered throughout her hair. The white blouse she wore clung nicely to her shape giving an outline of her egg-shaped breast. The first two buttons on her blouse were undone showing off the lacy black bra underneath. He imagined how those breasts would feel in his hands, how they would taste as he enclosed his mouth around her taut nipples.

She was wearing a pair of heels on her feet. Her white pinstriped Bermuda shorts hugged the round of her hips showing off her shapely legs. Lucas couldn't help but imagine those legs wrapped around his waist as he taught her a thing or two. The look on her face as she quivered beneath him and arched for more the feel of her lips pressed against the nape of his neck. The smell of the curve of her neck as he buried himself to hilt as they moved in compete harmony.

At that moment, Lucas knew he didn't need to keep looking because he found what he wanted. Lucas sat in the back drinking rejecting every woman that approached him and just watched her. Lucas wasn't one to procrastinate but he knew she wasn't like the others. She called out to something inside of him that he thought he had omitted along time ago, his heart.

He waited until she approached the bar then set his plans into motion. He excused himself, escaping from a tall blond woman who had spent most of the night pushing her fake body parts at him. He approached her, his face cool and collected.

"Hey," that was smooth not.

"Hi," she had one of those meek voices that made Lucas wonder how loud she could scream. He'd find out tonight.

"Lucas Maxwell," now that he was closer he noticed how short she was. She couldn't be more then five foot her head stopped at that space were his abdomen met his torso.

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"Bea Phillips," she turned to look at him, lifting her head and smiled up at him. They talked for a while about nothing and everything at the same time.

"Dance with me?" Lucas requested. His exterior softening as they locked eyes with each other. Bea eyes never left his, she had not idea who Lucas was but she wanted to know him all of him.

Grabbing his hand and directing them to the middle of the dance floor. Grinding to the heavy beats emitting from the stereo they danced throughout the night bodies' close. The beats died out as slow song stated to play wrapping his arms around her waist just above her derrière. Pulling her closer to his torso her head resting comfortably against him they danced.

"Lucas?" Pulling herself from her thoughts and away from him, she looked up at him.

"Hmm"

"I'm not the kind of woman that does this but" just say it already!

Using his index and middle finger Lucas tipped her head up and looked her and the eyes."Say it, I won't deny you."

"Well, will you spend the night with me?" Biting her bottom lip fretfully, Bea waited for his answer. Taking in his form the tall structure, lean physique the black hair falling on his broad shoulder. His fuck me body, bedroom eyes and kiss me lips. His body was that of a warrior she wondered if he worked out a lot to get that physique. Bea waited for the classic 'not that your not attractive it's just you're not my type' line.

"No," his voice was strong and bearing. Bea turned her head only to have Lucas tip her head up and look her and the eyes."I don't want to just spend a night with you." His breath fanning against her face ass he licked the shell of her ear. "Besides, I want to do more then just sleep."

"Do you really I mean are you sure?"

"Ever since you said 'hi' I've be thinking about all the things I want to do to you."

Her face flushed and her eyes widened to the size of saucers. Lucas took matters into his own hands and kissed her eagerly using his mouth to convey what he just couldn't say. He crushed her body closer to his.

Lucas rushed her to his Ferrari by the time the were at his place they were making out like to sex crazed teenagers. Lucas gently laid Bea down on his sovereign sized bed eyed her like an animal would its prey. Her were lips parted and her breathing was irregular. Lucas looked down at the women laying across his bed his cock pushing painfully against the zipper of his jeans. He wanted her bad.

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Bea watched him those beautiful grey eyes of his now reminded her of pools of swirling grey mist, dark with desire for her. She watched as he shrugged off his jacket and approached her. He resembled that of a panther eyeing its prey. He moved stealthily towards her his clothes not making a sound as they hit the ground. He hovered over her putting most of his weight on his knees. He reached a hand out to her blouse stroking the exposed flesh with his hand. Using his other hand and lengthy fingers to unbutton the rest of her blouse Bea's body began to burn with impatience. Sliding the blouse off, of her shoulders and flinging it to the side. Lucas kissed the bare flesh burying his lips within her neckline. Her smell, her lips, her moans, everything about her elated him made him want her more.

Bea pushed Lucas onto his back her lips never leaving his. Her shaking fingers toying with the buttons on his blazer. He pulled back looking into her smothering brown eyes. Placing a firm hand against her cheek looking into those brown eyes he had come to adore within the last three hours. He pulled back her lips following his finally detaching from hers.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Bea was touched by the tenderness of his question; most men would just climb on top do their business then disappear the next morning. However, he wasn't like most men he was gentle and treated her body as if it were made of the finest glass and could the wrong touch could destroy it.

"It depends."

"On what, may I ask?"

"If you promise, not to wake up and feel disappointed when you wake up next to me instead of a gorgeous model."

"I can't be disappointed not when you're around."

Bea smiled and crushed her lips against his. Finally getting his shirt off, of him, she reached for his zipper the bulge sheltered by the denim of his jeans. Enclosing his hands around hers, he pushed them above her head. Planting feathery kisses on her face down and along her neckline lower to her shoulder releasing her hands he huskily said: "Don't move just focus on me."

With that said Lucas kissed her locking lips, slipping his tongue into her mouth. His tongue exploring the crevice of her mouth leaving no place foreign to him any space left unknown to him. He poured so much passion into the kiss as if trying to commit her to memory. Finally breaking for air Lucas removed her bra his eyes leaving Bea's to look down at her breasts he was going to make her feel all those things he imagined at the club come true.

He tenderly took them in his hands; using his thumbs, he stroked the lining of her nipples. Bea moaned and arched her back towards his colossal hands. Then he enclosed his oral cavity r09;­

around one enjoying the taste of her flesh her scent intoxicating. Her skin softer then the finest silk in the entire world and he loved it.

Her hands finding his black tresses running her fingers it. Enjoying the softness of Lucas's hair Bea laid there as her stole her senses rendering her helpless. Lucas took his time exploring her chest. Sliding off, of Bea's Bermuda shorts Lucas had to hold himself back at the sight of her exposed legs. She had beautiful shapely legs like that Lucas couldn't help but touch kissing her ankle first up, to her calf, then back of her knee until her reached her inner thigh placing chaste kisses along the way. She was wearing a pair of lacy black boy cut panties, hooking his index fingers to the sides he slowly pulled them down.

Bea felt subconscious now there she was naked and Lucas still dressed. Swallowing her fear Bea reached up to Lucas slowly stripping him of his clothes. There were both naked Bea to modest looked over to the side avoiding his smothering gaze as it glided over her body. Heats rising up toward her face leaving her scarlet. Lucas noticed her hesitance and placed a finger under her chin making her look up at him.

To Lucas Bea was the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Lucas needed her now. Her egg-shaped breast were know free rising with her as she breathed in and out. Her stomach was slightly rounded. Lucas let his gaze travel further down to her core covered by a thatch of curly hair lower, encased by her curvy hips leading down to her legs.

"I like your body don't ever be ashamed of it." His voice was husky and raw with emotion. His hair falling around them liked a curtain.

Lucas pushed her on her back her hands attempting to cover her intimate spots only to be stopped by Lucas. Finally, releasing her arms his hands sprung into action caressing her breast he using his thumb to stroke her nipples. Lucas moved his other hand lower using his index finger to stroke her outer folds. With his fingers, Lucas followed full length of her slit after applying pressure to her clit emitting a moan from her throat. Lucas pushing his fingers deeper into her silken folds listening to the sighs and moans Bea made and growing even more exited.

Bea's body shook against Lucas as he pushed his fingers in deeper stroking her walls. Bea's knuckles turning white from holding on so tightly to the bed sheets. Her breathing irregular as he slid in between her legs his erection scraping against her inner thigh. Lucas kissed Bea's face interlacing a hand with his. He entered her slowly only to be rushed by his desire as her legs wrapping around his waist pulling her further into her.

Bea watched Lucas admiring the moonlight as poured into the room spilling over his back giving his black hair a blue taint. Lucas kissed every spot available to him from her face down to her chest he was wild. Holding on to each other Bea urged him on faster and harder. His balls slapping against her ass finally her walls began to throb and tighten around his shift. A growl erupted from his throat as her walls contracted around him, her body spasm beneath him as she half moaned and screamed out his name. Bea let the feeling submerge her and lay waste to her doubts she could worry about tomorrow.

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Tiredness washed over her eyelids dropping as Lucas lay besides her wrapping an arm around her midsection. Pulling so her head rested against his chest her breast pressed against his side. They fell asleep in each other's arms.

Bea woke up alone she wasn't that surprised Lucas wasn't the first guy to do this and he wouldn't be the last but she couldn't help but think he was different. She wrapping as sheet around her body she sighed, then stood finding her clothes and walking towards what she thought was the bathroom. Nope, it was a closet. Lucas strolled in to the room carrying a brown bag smiling at her, showing off those glowing whites teeth of his.

"Breakfast?"






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