“Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?” I teased as I walked to the glass wall leading to a large open balcony.

He opened the door for me to go outside. “I knew what I wanted the minute I saw your face. I’m a man that gets what he wants, one way or another. I’ll give you that personal information for free.” I laughed at his answer, but somehow I knew his words were true. Jack was a man that knew what he wanted and got it. I looked out at the ocean, the view was breathtaking from the balcony and I could hear the ocean singing in the not too far distance. I took a deep breath in and smelled the salt air mixed with flowers. I closed my eyes as I leaned against the railing, enjoying the sounds and smell of the ocean air. Jack stood behind me, he placed one hand on each side of the railing around me and we stayed that way for long moments in silence.

“Are you close with your family?” I felt his body tense and I immediately regret-ted asking the question. A long moment of silence passed before he answered my question.

“Question number 5. I don’t speak to my father and my mom passed away last year.”

“I’m so sorry.” I didn’t know what else to say.

“Thank you.” A long pause and then I was surprised when he continued.

“When I was 18, my dad gave me a portion of my inheritance from my grandfather to see if I could manage money before releasing the balance of my trust fund to me. The trust fund gave my dad the authority to release the funds to me at any time after my 18th birthday, if he thought that I was capable of managing the responsibility. If he didn’t think I was responsible enough, I wasn’t to gain access until my 25th birthday. Two weeks after my birthday, I caught him with a prostitute in his office. My mom had just been dia-gnosed with cancer and the ass**le was so selfish that he couldn’t keep it in his pants to take care of his sick wife. He knew I wouldn’t hurt my mom in her condition by telling her, so he took advantage of the respect I had for my mother. After that, I caught him with at least three more prostitutes before I stopped speaking to him all together, except when we were in front of my mother. The bastard made me keep his secrets for seven years while my mother underwent six rounds of chemotherapy and four different surgeries.” I wasn’t sure how to respond, but I was curious. My big mouth had taken us from bliss to bad memories in a span of fifteen minutes. “Did you have to wait until you were 25 for your trust fund?” He laughed. “Question number 6.

I partied for the first year and wasted a shit-load of money. Then my father, being the upstanding pillar of the community that he thought he was, decided to run for senate.

Apparently having 40,000 employees didn’t give him enough power, he needed to con-quer the world.” Jack walked to a table between the lounge chair that had a bottle of wine chilling and two glasses.

“So, I invested the money I had left into a business that I knew would embarrass him and hurt his chances of winning a cam-paign based on his pretend Christian mor-als.” He handed me a glass of wine and I watched as he tiled the glass back and swallowed his in one large gulp. “The funny thing is, that I didn’t need the trust fund after that. My business investment turned out to be very successful. But the bastard released the balance of the trust fund to me the same day that he withdrew from the senate race. I’m sure he was trying to send me a message that I ruined his race, but I saw it as the last tear in the cloth that kept us bound together.”

Wow. Jack had shared so much information about who he was and his life in only a few minutes, I wasn’t sure what to do with it. But it stirred something inside of me that this beautiful man was so honest with me about the hurt caused by his father. I turned to face him. His arms never left the railing blocking me in. He watched intently as I brought my wine glass to my lips and tipped my head back to empty it, mimicking his actions from a few minutes ago.

He took my glass and placed it down. The he reached downs and lifted me up and cradled me in his arms as he walked back inside where he gently laid me on the bed. I watched as he walked to the foot of the bed and slowly removed each of my sandals. His eyes never left mine.

He trailed kisses along the arch of my foot, traveling up the inside of my calf. I was instantly reduced to a quivering mess of anticipation. He worked his tongue with skill over every part of my legs, gently alternating between nipping and sucking as he burned a path up my body. When he reached between my legs, he paused, taking his time to look at my most intimate area that was bared to him. His armed wrapped around my lower back and he raised my pelvis so that I had a clear line of vision to watch him. Every part of my body was on high alert, sensitive to every movement and desperate for more of his touch.

He ran his tongue up and down my sex gently at first, then found my clit with a strong suck that drove me wild. My hands dug into his hair and I moaned without self-control. He responded to my sound ferociously, releasing me clit and plunging his tongue inside of me deeply.

“Shit.” I groaned. I was going to cum from only thirty seconds of his mouth on me. I was close to the edge as he continued to plow his tongue in and out of me. He returned to my clit and sucked while swirling his tongue around in small counterclockwise circles. I felt his hand move from my thigh and two, not one, of his large fingers slipped easily inside my wetness. He pumped twice and I went flying over the edge in the most intense orgasm of my life. I had never had an orgasm outside of the plain old mission-ary position.

I opened my eyes and looked down at him, my fingers still wrapped tightly in his dark brown hair. His eyes were on me and I felt slightly exposed coming down from a roller coaster orgasm. “That was the most beautiful thing I ever saw in my life.” His voice was raspy and his warm breath on my clit made my body tingle.

I gave a small smile, feeling slightly embarrassed and vulnerable at the intensity for which his words were spoken.

“Something that beautiful needs to be seen often.” He said before giving my clit one last twirl with his expert tongue. He slowly pulled himself up over my body, his tongue tasting me as he traveled upward. He reached my nipple and swirled it around gently until it was swollen and protruding.

Then he bit down hard, sending a jolt of electricity down to my already swollen clit. A pleasurable feeling coming from somewhere on the border of pain.

When I was panting loudly, he pulled me up to a sit and lifted my dress over my head, tossing it carelessly on the floor.

He pulled his shirt over his head and revealed the rippled body that I was pleasantly introduced to on the beach earlier. He lifted to his knees between my open legs and tugged his pants down, revealing he was not wearing underwear either. It was the first time I got a glimpse of him naked, in all his glory. His c**k was tremendous and stood firmly at attention reaching all the way up to his belly button. My eyes trailed back up to his eyes and again found him watching me look him over.