Hands clung tight to the straps of Megan's luggage as she fought to keep clam. Her long legs, clad in a thigh length denim skirt, stepped from the luggage claim and moved toward the small fast food restaurant located in the Los Angeles airport. Her mind was screaming at her to turn around and get back on a place, to go home and forget about meeting this "perfect" man. However her body disagreed as her nipples hardened into her black lacy bra, becoming quite visible underneath her low cut, black tank top. She didn't bother trying to hide the change in her appearance knowing it would only excite him further to know the affect he had on her before she even saw him.
Megan smiled to herself at the thought. For the last year Cole and her had been talking, via the internet as it seemed to be the biggest form of communication anymore. Some conversations, especially in the beginning, had been innocent, involving nothing more than enjoyment between the two single college students. However, things changed quickly between the innocent IM conversation to the intense text messages and finally into the steamy phone conversations that resulted in absolute bliss.
It had been a wild ride for Megan especially since her last real relationship had been years before. Now she was 22 years old and walking through an airport in Los Angeles, California for him. Her head looked down to the ground, dark brown hair falling over her delicate face, before her fingers pushed it back behind her ears. Hand shaking slightly from the nervousness that had begun to rise within her, butterflies fluttering around in her empty stomach.
Then the restaurant came into view and Megan's heart jumped softly as brown orbs landed on it. She took a deep breath, letting the warm air sit in her lungs for a few seconds before allowing it to leave, her body moving slowly into the dining area. Before she could even reach a seat a hand circled around her forearm, digits pressing into her flesh as she was pulled softly, brown orbs revolving around until they met cobalt irises. A small gasp escaped her lips as Cole stood before her, towering several inches over her own tall frame. Her mind reeled as she took in his looks for the first time. His photo did not do him justice. He stood at least six feet four inches tall, with short dark brown hair not unlike her own, she could make out the muscular physique beneath his blue shirt. Her hands trembled as her eyes traveled further down his body, stopping briefly on the visible bulge in his denim pants. Her cheeks reddened slightly, pinked by his obvious arousal.
"I've been waiting for this moment for a year now," Cole whispered softly into her ear before letting his hand snake up her arm, holding her cheek in his hand before leaning down and pressing his hungry lips to hers.
Megan melted into his lips, her small, dainty hands traveling up into his hair. She couldn't breathe; all she could do was melt into those kisses, those gorgeous lips. Her pulse spiked as the familiar feeling flooded her body. She couldn't pull away in that moment as her breasts swelled grazing his hard chest as she tried to breathe in the warm, humid air.
Finally after what seemed to be an hour of intense kisses he pulled away, his cobalt orbs traveling over her figure. "You're gorgeous..." he whispered as he lay his forehead against hers. Cole was lost in her body in those whiskey colored irises. His large hands slid down her fantastic body, one arm slipping behind her back and ushering her out of the airport, her suitcase hiding just how aroused he was by finally living out his fantasy.
Cole felt like he was on some sort of cloud as he watched her move, felt her fingers wrap into the back of his shirt as they walked. He hadn't told her how much he'd come to care for her, didn't know if he could. All he could think about were those long creamy legs, those delicious thighs, and those tight muscles of her ass. Then there was the large bouncing flesh of her breasts barely contained by the black lacy bra he could make out under her low-cut tank top and there was her silky dark brown hair that flowed down her neck, that beautiful neck that cried out for attention from his lips.
Her eyes glanced up at him, catching his eyes watching her. A shiver ran through her body at the primal look on his face. Her breath caught in her lungs at the intense look, her hand moving slowly over his back as he directed them to his car. The classic red mustang made her knees weak just looking at it, something he caught onto almost immediately as that smirk fell across his face. "You want me to fuck you in the backseat don't you? You want me to rip your clothes off and pound into that tight pussy of yours." Megan moaned softly her fingers digging into his shirt as she felt the fevered pitch of her arousal explode through her body, her eyes closing at the image of being taken in the back of the old classic by him.
Cole grinned at her, knowing that the next four days would be both tiring as well as utterly satisfying. He slid behind her, her hand slipping from his back as his arm wrapped fully around her. Megan's pulse skyrocketed at the first touch of his lips upon her neck. Strong hand drawing her back against his body as her suitcase was dropped to the ground next to the car, his other hand wrapping around her body as well. She could feel his arousal pressing against her backside, along her hip. "See what you do to me?" he whispered into her ear in a deep husky voice. He turned her around in his arms pressing her up against his car, his hands stroking down her sides. "I want to take you right here in the parking lot up against my car."
