Eliza Sharp Wants More (Eliza Sharp #1) (Patreon)

While I'm dealing with a minor case of burnout, I wanted my patrons to know that I'm still hard at work writing and creating. This story is a short one-shot that I've been thinking about for a while. A bit different from a lot of my other stories and series, but something of a palate cleanser for my creativity. I hope you enjoy it, and I appreciate your patience while I recover some of my energy and zeal for my other series.

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Eliza Sharp Wants More

The club buzzed with hypnotic rhythm. A primal beat that everyone on the crowded dance floor moved to in some way. Some were more in tune with the notes and the tones. Others did their best but it didn’t matter if they were jerking and jumping and pumping at all the wrong beats. It was more about being a part of the group. A part of the new sort of whole organism that had been created, if only for just a few minutes.

In the midst of all the bodies moving and swaying and jumping, sweating and shaking, was what most people would have clocked as a stunner. She was tall, slim but with curves in all the right places. Heavenly hips, a tight behind, a mid-sized chest that was perky and helped fill out the dark green dress that was practically poured onto her. Her dark brunette hair flew around her angelic face as she shook and shouted and sang with the pounding music, though most people could hardly hear the actual lyrics to the song playing. She wore two inch green heels and dark black stockings that gave her shapely legs a further definition in the contrast of the flashing bright lights.

She was an easy 10. No question on anyone’s mind. The look of her was like a model, hell, they wouldn’t have even blinked to hear that she was one. Eliza Sharp was in actuality a lingerie model for an upscale boutique lingerie company. Some of these men had more than likely seen her in the catalogs and websites and had their own private jerk session, fantasizing what she’d be like in bed. Seeing her out in the real world was the last thing anyone would have expected. It was like most people thought models were actual fantasies rather than real people.

But there Eliza was in the flesh. Dancing near the center of the party, a drink held up high in her hand, dark emerald painted nails tapping on the glass before she brought the amber liquid to her ruby lips and took a long swallow. Just the image of her throat gulping down the beer made nearly every man in a twenty foot radius get the beginning of an erection. She was with a few other women who seemed to be staying close to each other, like a gaggle of girlfriends.

Every one of the girls was a stunner but Eliza stood out above the rest. Many eyes were constantly on her. Men and women alike. She felt the eyes, but ignored them. Instead she focused on the buzz from the beer and the beats.

After a good half hour or more of straight dancing, Eliza finally needed a breather. Breaking away from her friends, she moved through the crowds with skill and ease, often having people part for her as if she were royalty. She made her way to the bar at the back of the club, empty glass in her hand still swaying her hips and headed to the newest song playing “Beautiful Nothing” by Sheppard. Even when she got to the bar, leaning on her elbows she swung the glass with a big playful grin at the bartender, a heavily tattooed woman who couldn’t keep a chuckle from bubbling up as she took the glass.

“Suprise me!” She called to the woman with a wink, her amber eyes sparkling in the flashing pulsing lights.

With a grin and a laugh, the bartender gave her a wink and went off to fill the glass.

“Not often you see a girl like you drinking draft.”

The voice was close to Eliza’s ear. The smell of beer and breath spray thick and pungent. When she looked to her left, a handsome man with slicked dark hair, fashionable stubble and leering eyes was mere inches away from where Eliza was leaning against the bar. He was almost as tall as her, and that was saying something since she was six foot and some change. His silk button down was open enough to show some of the rugged hair on his chest, a light sheen of sweat adding to the manly musk that was already emanating from him.

He was a fine specimen of a man. One a fair amount of women had been eyeing and grinding against on the dance floor. He’d even already received a few phone numbers, many of them stuffed in his pockets, written on napkins in lipstick. Of course, they weren’t just trying to give him their digits. They were also trying to cop a feel and he let them. Let them feel how large he was even though he was soft. His slacks weren’t too tight, but they were tailored to fit just right so his dangling appendage was noticeable when he moved in specific ways.

Leaning closer, his hand finding its way to Eliza’s lower back, he gave her a grin. “I like a girl that can hold her own, doesn’t just go for the flowery drinks or martini’s.”

“My dad raised me to be a draft beer girl. Drink what’s on tap baby girl, fruity and frilly and fancy are show off drinks. And you don’t need to show off.” Eliza said flatly, her eyebrow raising when his hand pressed to her lower back, perhaps an inch or two too close to her ass. But she didn’t stop him.

The man laughed. “I love it. And your pops was right. You don’t have to show anything off. You’ve got a beauty and light all your own darlin’.”

Eliza narrowed her gaze at him, a bit perturbed at his familiar way of talking to her. She had been stunningly beautiful all her life and so had been fed every line in the dating book. All the plays. The tricks and treats that various men tried, hoping to get close and maybe get some action. But Eliza had brains as well as beauty. A combination that was far more common than most men thought. She’d long since figured out that men thought because of her looks she’d been given everything she’d ever wanted. Flash a little leg here, some cleavage there, and everyone would bow before her. And it was true, there were plenty of times in Eliza’s life that she’d gotten treated unfairly, and to her benefit.

But she’d worked hard. Her father had never ever let her use her beauty as a crutch. It was an asset, just like someone that was naturally athletic or mathematically inclined. He’d hounded her to keep to her studies. To not jump into the beauty pageant type mentality that so many girls with her looks did. Darren Harding had been gruff and ruff. A contractor. Constantly dirty and gritty and sweaty. But he’d never been afraid to play with dolls. To have his scruffy long beard braided by his daughter while she sat in his lap and he watched a football game. He even let her put make up on that constantly grizzled angry looking face. One of her favorite pictures that she had up in her home office was of her grinning wide, a couple front teeth missing, her daddy’s face pressed against hers as they took the selfie. Dark pink blush, purple lipstick, blueberry eyeshadow and a heaping helping of white powder all in his course dark hair. He was glaring at the camera. But that was his default. Eliza knew the subtleties of her fathers faces and that one was of pure happiness, even if he looked pissed enough to snap someone's neck.

This man was a charmer. He knew he looked good. He probably made a fair amount of money judging by the quality of his clothes and the very expensive swiss watch on his wrist. His prowess in bed was probably talked about in several circles and by many of the girls in the club. This was Eliza’s first time there so to this night prowler, she was fresh and new. Ripe for the picking.

In short. This man was an ass and Eliza could see right through him.

Her flat stare must have caught him off guard. The charming flattery he’d given her usually made a girl giggle and blush but she was looking at him as if waiting to be told how she could save money by switching to AT&T.

“I’m Charles.” He said, widening his grin, flashing the brilliant white teeth he’d paid several thousand for.

“Eliza.” She answered back, glancing towards the bartender as she came back with a foaming dark amber filled glass. The beer looked strong, something you’d expect a grizzled barrel chested german or viking to swill and belched after downing. Eliza took the glass, raising it towards the bartender with a grin of thanks and then took several deep gulps.

Charles watched her with wide eyes, his grin growing. This girl was downing her drinks fast. That would probably make his efforts all the more easy once the alcohol got to her head. All he needed to do was stay close, put some charm on and get her dancing so he could rub against her. Get her going. Let her feel what he was packing and then she’d be putty. Eliza was by far the hottest woman he’d ever laid eyes on, at least in a place like this. He was dying to know what she looked like naked, especially writhing under him while he drilled his nine inches into her cunt. She was probably as tight as a glove. 

He let his eyes wander over her body, her beautiful breasts pushed tightly into the dress. The material clinging to her lovely curves. Her ass a bouncy handful. And legs that went for days. He was going to love conquering that body. Even better, she was wearing a simple diamond wedding ring. Nothing overly flashy which was surprising. Usually women of her beauty and caliber would have giant diamonds. The one on her finger maybe cost five hundred? And that was a conservative estimate. Maybe it was just a cover, a ploy to keep the more simple creeps away.

But Charles was a professional seducer. A ring, real or fake, wasn’t going to stop him and he knew sooner or later she’d be sucking his cock, worshiping it and swallowing his load. Those red lips pressing against the beer glass were going to look amazing stretched around him.

With half the beer already gone, Eliza almost slammed the glass down on the bar with a satisfied sigh and looked back towards the bartender. “Perfect!” She called out and gave the woman a thumbs up before turning back to Charles, expertly slipping away from his lingering hand that was trying to slide further down her back and cop a feel of her ass.

“So Charles, what do you want?” The question was blunt and again threw Charles off a bit. Usually the women were starting to swoon. Playing the flirt game. Batting eyelashes. Maybe playing a little hard to get but ultimately participating in the little flirtatious game that would end with some hot and heavy action.

“I’m in Finance. Mergers and Acquisitions.” Again that flashy grin. Those titles and terms always got a girl fascinated. They knew enough that it meant he was highly paid.

“Sounds boring.” She answered, sipping from her glass, her eyes on his unwavering and unimpressed.

This girl was going to be much harder to crack. But Charles loved a challenge. Those were the ones that paid off the most. They were wild in bed. A bronco that was broken and he was the one busting into her. He took a half step closer, as if the club were too loud and he wanted to make sure she could hear him.

Eliza didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Didn’t blush. She just drank her beer and eyed Charles like he was a bug in a glass case she was trying to classify.

“Not to be too forward. But I saw you dancing out there and you’ve got some amazing moves.” A little half grin, a raised eyebrow and he made sure his shirt was open just a bit to show her his chiseled chest.

“I’m a shit dancer.” She replied with an almost wicked grin. “But I’m sure you don’t actually care about that. What you mean to say is you like how I shook my ass and liked how my tits bounced. I’m sure you didn’t even look at my face.”

Charles swallowed hard. She’d pegged him hard. Fast. And her no nonsense stare was starting to unnerve him. This one was feisty. Man it was going to be fun fucking her raw and making her scream all night. Wiping that wicked grin off her face and making it contort into her O face. Spanking that rambunctious ass was going to be heaven.

Her glass was nearly empty. “Want me to get you a refill?” He asked, reaching for the glass. It was important to show some authority, some dominance. She was challenging him. Which was fine. Easy girls could be a blast but the ones that made him work for it were always much more fun.

She pulled the glass away from him, holding it out towards the bar as if signalling the bartender. The woman grabbed the glass without a word or any indication that Eliza wanted a refill. But she went and topped the glass off and then handed it back to Eliza as if it were some well rehearsed dance.

“Rule one when you go to a bar. Don’t let someone else handle your drink. Period.” Eliza said almost cruelly as she took a sip, not even looking at the newly filled glass. Her eyes were still hard and unrelenting and fixed on Charles.

“Uh… guess that’s a good rule.” The implication that he might try to drop something in her drink made him a bit pissed. He wasn’t one of those guys that needed to ruffy a girl to get her to spread her legs and ass cheeks. His charm and wit and money and cock were all he needed. But Eliza didn’t seem to be bending for any of it. Was she a dominant? Maybe she liked being in control. Charles had been with a few of those women over the years and they were definitely a different sort of flavor when it came to bedroom antics. Maybe she was wearing some leather under that dress.

Eliza just nodded and smirked.

“So… if you’re a bad dancer… maybe I could teach you a few things. Believe it or not I’ve been in a few dance competitions. I’m pretty light on my feet.” He leaned in closer. Even if Eliza was one of those women that liked to be in control, they still liked to be pursued and wooed.

“Oh yeah? Are you really wanting to give me some dance lessons? Or maybe you want to iron out some details for mergers and acquisitions with me.” That smirk… he wasn’t sure if he loved it or hated it.

“Well… I’m not gonna lie. I think we could make a pretty good deal…” Charles leaned in getting closer. His face only a foot from hers now. Her lips were glistening ruby red with traces of the beer she was drinking. What would those lips taste like? He was about to find out…

Eliza lifted the glass between them, gulping down the rest of her drink and then placing it down on the bar with a sense of finality. “I think it’s time to go.” She grinned like a sly cat.

“Oh. I’m game. Lead the way.” Charles put his hand on her back and pushed himself up against her arm. Maybe his charms had been working after all and she was just playing hard to get. Giving him a little push seeing if he was determined enough…

The woman twisted away from him, swatting his hand away from her waist. “No thank you. There’s nowhere to lead.” She turned and began to make her way towards the door.

Charles stood flabbergasted for a moment, unsure what had just happened. The sway of Eliza’s hips made his cock stir. This woman really was playing hard to get. But those hips told him she wanted him to follow. This was a test and he wasn’t going to fail.

Stepping out of the club into the muggy city night, Eliza stretched and sighed, then pulled out her phone from her clutch and sent a quick text before ordering an Uber. She stepped over to the curb side and began to wait patiently for her ride.

Charles stepped up next to her with his smug grin. “Why are you headed out so early? It’s only ten.” He was standing close, his arm almost brushing against hers.

Eliza ignored him, or rather didn’t turn to look at him as she spoke. “It’s been a long day. I just wanted to unwind a little before I headed home to my husband.”

Ahh. So she was married. Or she was still playing the game, maybe trying to see how hard he’d push. How charming he could be. “Well, he’s a lucky man. Though if you were my wife I definitely wouldn’t be letting you go out alone. There are far too many men that would try to sweep you off your feet and back to their place.”

“Never gonna happen.” She said simply, this time turning to look at Charles full in the face and smiling with that same sly seductive, no nonsense smile.

“Oh? Is that so? Well in my experience, a woman that needs to go clubbing to relax is doing more than just unwinding from a long day. She’s maybe dodging a boring night at home with a stuck in his ways husband. She’s looking for a little excitement.” He was edging closer now, facing her and his hand touching her lower back, just an inch above the swell of her ass.

“Oh? And you think I need some excitement? Where would I find something that could entertain me?” She was stiff and unmoving. Cheeks still pale without a single dot of blush or evidence of arousal. This was new for Charles. But maybe this woman really was in control of herself and it was going to take a really good pounding to make her expression change. He was certainly up to that challenge.

“I’ve been known to be very entertaining.” He moved so that the space between them was practically nonexistent. The swell of his cock down his legs rubbed against Eliza. His mouth was just inches from hers. His hand moved down to her ass and gave it a firm squeeze pulling her towards him.

For a single second, it was all coming together. Eliza closed her eyes and sucked in a breath. That was his signal. She was his. All this bravado was a show. She wanted him to take her, but she just didn’t want to make it easy. He could appreciate that. Women that just gave it away were a bit suspect. Not that he’d shoot them down if they threw themselves at him.

He brought his mouth to hers…

Eliza’s knee connected with Charles’s hardening cock and he doubled over, falling backward with a yelp like he was a puppy that had just been kicked.

“You’re right. That was very entertaining.” Eliza laughed loudly. It was with her full chest and she was nearly doubled over as Charles rolled on the ground holding his hands between his legs trying to catch his breath.

A car pulled up to the curb, the passenger window rolled down. “Eliza? Uh… are you okay?” The driver, a middle aged gentleman with thinning silver hair, eyed the man writhing on the sidewalk and then shifted his gaze to her, worry written all over his wrinkled features.

“I’m fine.” Eliza laughed, opening the back door and slipping into the car. “Just saying goodnight to someone who was being a bit too forward.” She shut the door with a wide grin.

The driver smiled at her. “Well, bravo dear.” He chuckled and turned back to the front, pulling away from the curb and out onto the street while Eliza sat back with a satisfied sigh and waited patiently to get home.

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Eliza slipped in through the front door as quietly as she could. It was quiet in the house. Most of the lights were off except for the kitchen and when she peeked down the hall, a glow came from the partially open door to the small home office. Taking off her heels, she padded her stockinged feet down the hall and peaked into the office.

Sitting in a puffy leather armchair, Cody was slumped down with his feet up on the ottoman with a book in hand. This time it was a rather thick fantasy novel that she couldn’t make out the title of. He was dressed in raggedy old gray sweats and a t-shirt that was so faded it was hard to tell what the image used to be, though Cody had long since told her it was his favorite Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles shirt from when he was in highschool. Wireframed glasses sat high on the bridge of his nose and his shaggy blonde hair looked damp from a recent shower.

Cody Sharp was the perfect picture of calm and content.

Eliza allowed herself to watch him as he silently read, turning the page of his book, eyes scanning slowly. He was a slow reader. Eliza could have finished a book like that in a couple of days if she was being conservative. It would take Cody the better part of a month. She let her gaze linger on him with a soft smile on her face before finally turning and quickly tiptoeing to their bedroom.

Quickly shedding her dress she grabbed her sleep clothes and went into the bathroom to freshen up. She tossed her nightwear on the counter and took herself in, looking in the mirror. The lacy green bra and thong were high end and sexy as hell. One of the perks of being a lingerie model was that she often got to go home with the things she wore for the various shoots. Eliza admired how it held her breasts tightly, how the panties clung to her bald sex. Turning she admired her perky ass. Her hands moved to her waist, to her stomach as she turned back facing the mirror with a large grin. Both hands on her stomach imagining it swelling.

Shaking herself from the thought, Eliza quickly shed the lingerie and slipped on a Sailormoon t-shirt that went to just above her naval and pulled on her plain slightly sheer stretchy cotton bikini panties. Compared to the lingerie she’d just tossed into the corner, this ensemble was something a poor college student might have worn in her dorm (at least in a nerd’s fantasies).

She splashed some water on her face. Brushed her teeth. And put on a little light pink lip gloss to make her mouth shine. Gave herself another quick look and then with a nod and a wide mischievous grin grabbed her phone, opened up her notes and started a new log. Eliza had always been organized. Maybe even to a fault. Documenting her day to day life in planners and journals even when the day was as boring as a slice of buttered white bread. (funny enough, her dad often had that as a snack).

Tonight was going to be no different. This was the beginning of more. Of something exciting. She quickly typed in: Day One:, and then put the phone down, gave her dazzling cheeks a couple quick slaps to psych herself up and then quietly made her way back down the hall to the office.

Cody was still reading. Lost in the world of words. Gnawing at his lip and brow furrowed as he was reading a particularly intense fight scene. Eliza pushed the door open and leaned against the door frame with a wide, beautiful and dangerous smile. The sound of the hinges creaking made Cody jolt and he almost dropped the book. Instead he caught it but it closed without a bookmark, making him curse before he looked up and his eyes lit up, the book forgotten.

“Oh! Hey! I didn’t know you were back.” He put the book aside, his eyes struggling to stay on his wife’s face. But he was never very good about that, especially when she was dressed in that tight Sailormoon shirt and those amazingly sexy cotton panties. They were extra tight tonight. Or at least he imagined they were.

“I’m sneaky like that. I didn’t wanna wake you up if you were already in bed. But since you’re up…” She took a slow seductive step into the room, tongue licking her glossy lips and eyes burning darkly with desire.

Cody’s face lit up and cheeks turned red with embarrassment. Or maybe it was just a flushed arousal and confusion as to how a woman like Eliza, a clear top ten body and beauty was walking towards him barely clothed. It never ceased to amaze him. Not in the last five years since they’d gotten married. Not in the two before that where they were friends and dated. This woman was far far out of his league. But here she was.

Eliza skipped quickly over, leaning in with a hand on either side gripping the arms of the chair and planted a soft kiss on Cody’s lips as she smiled and rubbed her nose against his. “You’re not too tired are you?” Her voice was a soft, hopeful whisper as her brilliant eyes looked deep into his.

“No. I’m pretty wired.” He tapped an empty mug of coffee sitting on the end table next to the chair.

Eliza grinned wider and chuckled. “Waiting up for me?”

He shrugged, cheeks flushing. “Maybe.”

She cupped a hand against his cheek, keeping her gaze on his and pouring love and sweetness into him. “Well. I’m glad. Tonight was great. Me and the girls had a lot of fun dancing.”

“Have to fend off any suitors?” Cody cringed a little at his question. This was always a sore subject for him. Probably for any man that had a beautiful wife or girlfriend. And considering how absolutely angelically stunning Eliza was, it was fair that he might be worried about men hitting on her.

The snort of laughter made Cody blink and smile. It was always so funny that this goddess snorted when she laughed sometimes. Her breasts jiggled in the t-shirt as she stood back up and crossed her arms, perking them up, nipples pressed against the thin fabric. “Oh, there were a few guys that gave me a line or two. But there was one in particular. Real charmer. Or at least he thought so.” She sat down on Cody’s lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and snuggling in. 

Cody was a somewhat small man, about a foot shorter than Eliza but still built sturdy enough. He’d even been visiting the gym more often, Eliza accompanying him. He wasn’t out to get buff, just stay healthy since most of the time he was parked in front of a computer for work. But regardless of his size and shape, he was cuddly.

“This guy… geez. I can’t tell you the pompous arrogance he had. He really thought he had me pegged.” She kept her head on Cody’s shoulder, his arm wrapping around her and hand in her hair gently twisting and twirling the gorgeous brunette locks.

“Brainless bimbo?” He asked with a grin.

Eliza smacked his shoulder lightly. “Yes. But you don’t have to be so blunt.” She chuckled. “Thought he was god’s gift to women. That I’d be lucky to let him have a taste. Probably thought failure wasn’t a possibility.” She rolled her eyes.

“Well… can’t blame those guys. They usually get their way. I’ve seen it enough.” Cody muttered, leaning back in the chair.

Her lips found his ear and gave it a soft kiss. “Well, you don’t have to worry about that.” The grin she gave him was sweet, playful, and warm.

He grinned. “Yeah. Guess not. No more bar crawling for me.”

Eliza laughed. “Oh my gosh! I’d love to have seen that. Have you ever even been to a night club?” She sat up smiling at him. “Would you have actually dressed up or just come in a D&D shirt and jeans.” The tease in her voice and the light touch of her fingers on his cheeks made him shiver.

Cody shrugged and gave a shy grin. “Probably.”

She snuggled close again. “I would love to see that.”

“Well… don’t get your hopes up too high.” 

“You know I could make you do it.” She let her hand rest on his chest and sighed. “But I won’t. That’s not your thing. Heck, it’s not my thing anymore either.”

“Really? Tonight was really your last hurrah? I thought you were just saying that.”

She shook her head against him, hair rubbing against his neck and chin and cheek. “Nope. Tonight was the last one. At least for a long while.”

They were quiet for a moment before Eliza picked up her story. “So anyway, this guy… seriously. Good looking for sure so I get why the ladies would be flocking to him. But he had his sights on me. Probably thought I was an easy mark.”

Cody shook his head. “Nothing easy about you Eliza, well… unless you’re talking about easy on the eyes.”

They chuckled. “Well, was I really that hard to charm Cody?” She looked up at him with a smirk.

“Are you kidding? Terrified. That’s what I felt even talking to you.”

Eliza remembered that first time. Meeting Cody. How fateful it now seemed and how happy she was that she’d gotten the urge to take a break and find something to read. Leaving her book at home that day was the best mistake she ever made.

The photo shoot was being held in a studio on the second floor of an upscale shopping center. This was before she was contracted by Elegant Intimates and was doing various freelance shoots. They were taking a break for lunch and Eliza didn’t want to hang around the studio and eat from the selection of deli sandwiches and other catering foods. Usually she would grab something light and then find a place where she could have some relative privacy and read. But she’d forgotten the novel she was reading that morning when she’d been in a rush to get to the shoot.

Now she was left with nothing to do. She might have been able to read something on her phone but she much preferred the physical book in her hands. Phones could be too distracting. Too tempting to jump to another app. Luckily, there was a bookstore on the first floor down from the studio. Between The Pages. It was a medium sized indie store with large windows filled with shelves of bestsellers and posters and kitschy little nick nacks to complete the bookish esthetic.

Having tossed on a pair of sweats and a zip up hoodie over the lingerie she was wearing, she went down to the store, stepped in and breathed in the smell of strong coffee, books, and incense. The place was wall to wall shelves chalk full of books and other various accessories. Stuffing her hands into her hoodie pockets, she began to stroll through the rows, a smile on her face feeling relaxed for the first time all day.

She got herself a coffee at the cafe that was on the far right side of the store and continued walking through looking for something that would keep her attention when she had breaks. Maybe she wouldn’t even buy anything. Sometimes it was just nice to be surrounded by books and stroll through them like walking through a museum and admiring the masterpieces. It was when she turned the corner and began to walk down the Fantasy aisle, she was confronted by what would inevitably change her life.

Cody was standing in the aisle, a pile of books in one hand, carefully shelving them. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. A bright yellow apron with the bookstores logo on the front over his clothes. Humming to himself, glasses slipping down his nose, he was in a world of his own as he was putting books into their rightful places.

Eliza paused for a moment watching him. There was no interest in that first glance. She was just surprised to see him in the aisle, the store mostly empty of customers at this time of the afternoon. Cody was cute in a very nerdy way, fitting right into the bookish aesthetic of the store.

“Can I help you?” Cody asked without looking over at her. It was as if he just sensed a customer was lingering and instincts kicked in.

“Oh. Uh. Well. I guess I’m looking for a book.” Eliza shrugged.

Cody chuckled, still not looking at her as he put up the last couple books. “Well you’re definitely in the right place. We’ve got plenty of those. But are you looking for something specific or…uh…oh…” He’d finally turned and was looking at her for the first time.

Eliza was more than familiar with people's reaction to seeing her, even when she was dressed so casually. Beauty was part of her identity. People were always struck by it. Sometimes it was momentary. Sometimes it seemed to strike them dumb. And other times it painted a target on her, suddenly becoming someone people wanted to capture.

Cody wasn’t any of them. That’s what struck her the first time. He was dazzled. Bewitched. She could feel the way he was looking at her wasn’t objective, but as if he were getting the privilege of looking at a prized piece of art that was reserved for only the most important people. It made her blush. That was the first time ever in her entire life the look from a boy made her blush. She was as girly as any other woman despite her upbringing by a gruff grumbly father and a mother who worked in a warehouse boxing shit. Boys had fawned over her for as long as she could remember and never once did she blush or feel butterflies.

But the way Cody looked at her that first minute… It made her fingertips tingle. Her toes wiggle. And a smile plastered across her face without even thinking.

The rest of their interaction was simple. Professional. She asked for a recommendation and without any sort of judgement or assumptions about what she might like (meaning most people assumed she was either looking for fashion magazines or smutty/trashy romances), he led her to a section in the fantasy aisle and pulled down The Furies of Calderon. The first in a fantasy series that the author said was a combination between pokemon and the roman legion.

Eliza was impressed by his selection and professionalism. How he didn’t try to flirt and seemed genuinely shy and nervous around her which she found endearing. Others had been awkward around her but in a creepy, weird sort of way that made her cringe and want to walk away from them, maybe take a spray bottle to them like they were a pup needing to be trained.

She left with the book and a curious interest in the book associate. The next day when she returned to the studio, she went back to the bookstore even though she remembered her book this time. Cody was there. And when he saw her he was instantly struck with the cute awkwardness.

“I wanted to thank you for your suggestion. I’m enjoying the book so far. Have any other suggestions?” She kept a respectable distance from him as she engaged him, but felt the strange urge to take a step closer. Cody was sweet looking and something about his disposition was just open and friendly. Too many people were closed off around her. Always trying to impress or attract. She could tell Cody was attracted to her, that was obvious by the way his cheeks turned red at the first sight of her, but he didn’t try to talk himself up or flatter her. He did his job. He was friendly.

It quickly became routine for her to come in during lunch and breaks. Every time she found Cody and engaged him in conversation. It was strange, her being the one to pursue someone. She was used to people following after her. But now the tables were turned. Not that she was interested in a relationship. No. That wasn’t it. Not at all. It was just that something about Cody was comfortable. And friendly. Eliza didn’t have many real friends, at least not ones that were the sort of friends you read about or saw in the movies.

But that’s what Cody became. They went from casual interactions of customer and worker to him taking his breaks when she came in so they could sit and have coffee and discuss the books they were reading. When he learned she was a model he became even more cutely awkward just making her double her efforts to push past that shyness to find the root of this person she just felt something drawing her in.

For an entire year, even after her contract with the studio had ended, she visited. She found ways to make it to the store between various shoots and contracts. Thankfully most of the photo studios were located in the general area so she never had to go too far. Though it did eat into her time with Cody which bothered her for some odd reason. It was just because he was a friend. She wanted to spend time with her new friend. A friend that was becoming more and more important.

They got comfortable. Even if Cody wasn’t working that day, they’d meet at the cafe and talk. He never seemed put off that she always showed up in sweats. There was no sense in getting dressed during her breaks when she was just going to have to get undressed again. So sweats and hoodies were her typical outfit when meeting Cody. It was nice that he never asked why she didn’t dress prettier. Or smile more. She got enough of the smile comment from her managers and the photographers. Cody accepted her as she was.

Sometimes they’d even go for short walked around the shopping center. Coffee’s in hand they’d stroll and window shop. Of course, Eliza didn’t need to just admire things in the windows. She was making a lot of money and could pretty much afford whatever she wanted. Cody on the other hand was a minimum wage worker, so looking in the windows of the expensive shops was as far as he could go, not that he wanted anything. He was a fairly frugal person and that was just another thing Eliza liked about him.

It was one day in December as they walked outside, breath puffing and snow gently falling that Eliza finally grew tired of Cody’s shyness. He was the sweetest man she’d ever met but he had such a problem being bold.

“Cody?” They stopped next to a fountain that during the spring and summer was constantly flowing, but during the winter was shut off. There was frost and the little bit of water that was left had frozen over.

Cody stopped and turned to her, his face flushed pink from the cold. Hair a mess. He was bundled up in a black wool coat and dark green scarf. “Yeah?” His breath was a cloud of freezing mist.

“When are you going to ask me out?” Eliza turned to him, trying not to look down even though he was almost a foot shorter than her. She was dressed equally warm, her hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. This was one of the rare times she wasn’t working and visiting on a break. She’d made the trip to see him on his lunch break.

His eyes went as wide as saucers. “I…w…what?”

She put a hand on her hip and looked at him sternly holding her steaming pumpkin latte. “Ask me out. We’ve been friends for a year now, Cody. And I love that. But I want more. And if you’re honest, I think you do too.”

He grit his teeth and looked away, his cheeks a darker read with embarrassment now. “I… I mean… I’d be lying if I said… If I said I didn’t.”

Her smile was wide. “Then why not ask?”

Cody swallowed hard. “I… Eliza… look at you. You’re… amazing. I mean. Everything about you screams… I don’t know. But it screams. And, I mean… look at me. I’m a book seller. You’re a lingerie model. I still don’t even know why you want to hang out with me. At first I thought it was out of pity or maybe some sort of weird attempt to make yourself feel down to earth.” His hands came up immediately stopping Eliza’s protests. “I don’t think that now. That thought process didn’t last long. So… cool it.” His grin nearly melted her.

‘Well, if you’re genuinely curious, then I’ll tell you.” She took a step closer and took a slow steadying breath. “You’re sweet Cody. You treat me like a person. My profession hardly matters. It’s a job. I’m good at it. You’re a bookseller right now. You’re good at it. How much we make doesn’t matter and certainly doesn’t define a person. My mom and dad taught me that. I’m not some spoiled girl and you know it.”

She’d told him all about her family and he’d told her about his. There were no surprises or secrets between them. In the truest sense they were friends and knew each other absurdly well.

“I want to hang out with you because you’re kind and sweet and funny and relaxing. You make me feel like me. And I want more of that. I want it all the time. So… Cody… are you going to ask me out?”

He was biting his lip, clearly nervous and unsure.

Eliza sighed and shook her head then took hold of Cody’s scarf, leaned in and gave his lips the softest kiss she could manage. She wanted to smash her lips to his, but she knew that would scare him and that’s the last thing she wanted.

Their misty breath mingled and swirled around their faces as she pulled back. “Cody. Would you like to go to dinner with me tonight?”

He blinked. “I…I thought you wanted me to ask?”

She grinned. “I was giving you the opportunity, but I’m tired of waiting.”

His chuckle was so nervous it made her smile grow. “I…uh… okay…”

That date was perfect. I nice dinner at a quiet italian restaurant. It was the first time Cody saw Eliza out of casual sweats. She wore a satin green dress that when to the knee. Hair done to perfects and falling aroun dher shoulders. Instead of heels she opted for flats. She was already taller than Cody and didn’t want to add on more inches.

Cody came in simple black slacks and blue button down and jacket. He looked handsome.

They got looks as they sat and ate and enjoyed wine and laughed. Eliza knew people were wondering why a girl like her was with a boy like Cody. She was even sure that some people thought she was a prostitute. Why else would a beauty like her be with a nerdy boy like Cody. Well screw them. They had no idea what a catch Cody was. But Eliza knew, and she wasn’t about to let him go.

And she never did.

They began dating regularly on top of their almost daily meetings. A month in, Eliza finally got Cody to come to bed with her. It didn’t take much of course. He was clearly attracted to her and always had been. Eliza was no stranger to sex, though she was a bit picky about her partners over the years. But by far Cody was the best. It wasn’t about the physical things. The size or shape or any of that. Those things were mostly superficial. It was the connection. Looking into Cody’s eyes as he slid inside her that first time, bringing tears to her eyes as she saw the awe and pleasure and… love… so much love on his face.

It was slow and passionate. He tried to last but the excitement was too great. And Eliza loved it. Loved his eagerness and inability to hold back because of how aroused she made him. Feeling him inside, pulsing and filling her… it was magic. They spent the whole night cuddling and loving. Kissing and touching. Exploring and feeling each other.

In the moring he was making coffee when she walked out in one of his t-shirts she’d found discarded on the floor. It didn’t even reach her hips. She didn’t bother with panties, allowing Cody to see her breasts pressing against the shirt and her pale bald pussy exposed to him. As far as she was concerned, it was his. She was his.

They enjoyed their coffee and then as they sat across from each other Cody surprised her for the first time ever. He was antsy, sitting in his pj pants and zip up hoodie. “E…Eliza…” He messed with his mug, turning it and biting at his lip.

She reached out and touched his hand. “What is it?” A part of her thought he was worried about his performance last night. Which of course was ridiculous because she’d never enjoyed herself more and her orgasms were the best she’d ever had.

“I…I know we’ve only been dating a little while. But…we’ve known each other for a long time now.” He was breathing hard and fast. “I… you know how I feel.”

Eliza smiled. They’d said it several times last night for the first time. I love you. Over and over in the midst of love making and when they were just laying with each other. “I feel the same.” It made her heart flutter and stomach bubble with butterflies thinking about how she felt about Cody.

Cody reached into his hoodie pocket and pulled out a small black velvet box. Eliza nearly dropped her mug. “Oh…oh my god…” She gasped.

Cody paused holding it and looking to her. “It…I’m sorry, it’s too soon isn’t it. Shit I…I just…”

Eliza grabbed his hand and the box held in it. “No! NO! Ask… Ask Cody!” She was panting and her beautiful eyes were wide and she was grinning from ear to ear.

His grin was shy and nervous but excited. Opening the box there was a simple beautiful diamond ring inside. “Eliza… would you… I mean… I love you. Please… I’d love nothing more than to… Uh, you’re my best friend. I can’t imagine my life without you. Would you do me the… the honor of marrying me?” It came out breathy and stuttering and Eliza loved it. Loved him. It was perfect!

She lunged across the table nearly spilling their drinks and kissed him deep and hard. “Yes! Fuck yes! A million times!” She was crying and laughing, looking down as Cody pulled the ring out of the box and slipped it on her finger. The ring hasn’t left her finger even once since that day.

The memories faded back as Eliza looked up at Cody, curling in his lap and starting to feel his erection stirring beneath her ass. “Is someone getting excited hearing about how other men wanna bed their wife?” She was chuckling and gave his cheek a kiss and he blushed deeper.

“N…no… not… like that…” He stammered

Laughing Eliza took her husband’s cheeks in her hands. “You’re the only one for me, Cody Sharp. But don’t be ashamed if you like something or get aroused by something. No secrets, remember? Be honest. You wouldn’t be the first guy to get off knowing his wife was attractive and hit on by other men.”

He chuckled. “True.” His hands wrapped around Eliza and held her tight. “And I love that everyone can see how beautiful you are. But, I guess I’m selfish. I wanna know you’re all mine.”

Eliza hummed softly and leaned in kissing his lips softly. “All yours and more.” She pressed her ass against his lap and moved her hips, grinding into him.

Cody sucked in a breath.

Giggling, Eliza turned so her back was against him and she continued to grind her shapely ass against his growing errection. Her soft groan filled the room mixing with Cody’s heavy breaths as she moved skillfully like a smooth tumultuous snake. The thin material of her panties rubbed against her sex, getting damp as her arousal rushed through her like a bullet train.

“Mmm honey, does that feel good?” She looked over her shoulder, giving him the most sultry, lustful gaze.

“Eliza…” He breathed, hands finding her hips.

For a minute, Eliza simply moved against him, making his erection grow to the point it was pressing into the valley of her ass and tenting his pajama pants uncomfortably. Finally she slipped off his lap and went to her knees, hand moving up his thighs to his waistband, pulling the pants down slowly, playfully as she looked up at Cody. His face was twisted in awe and unbiddled desire.

His cock bounced into view, a modest six inches and slightly thick, dribbling thick precum. “Mmm fuck there’s you are… so excited for me.” She giggled and brought her hand up and took him into her grip making him groan.

Pumping slowly, letting the sticky warm precum coat her hand, making it easier to stroke, Eliza leaned closer, blowing her hot breath onto his leaking head. “Mmmm, so excited. So hard for me.”

“F…fuck Eliza…” He gripped the arms of his chair watching her.

She smiled wide and gave his cock a soft kiss, a clear glistening string of precum connecting her lips and his cock. “Mmm I love this cock so much. I love you so much.” Her tongue darted and slowly licked the underside of his head making him whimper. God she loved hearing him when she gave him pleasure. How she could make him squirm and throb and moan. It was utterly thrilling.

“Normally…” She whispered, giving his cock another kiss. “I’d play with you. Lick and kiss and make you get so close to the edge you’d beg.” She was giggling and he was grinning but playfully glaring at her. “But not tonight.”

Eliza stood up. She cupped her breasts in the shirt and then trailed her hands down along her body, her sides, her stomach and then gripped the hem of her panties and slowly pulled them down. Her smooth cunt came into view, a tight pink line with just a hint of her lips poking out from her arousal. The panties fell to the floor and she stepped out.

“I want more tonight.” She was breathing heavy now. Her heart racing with anticipation and hope. Moving close, Eliza straddled Cody’s lap in the chair, her hand reaching between them to take hold of his shaft and guide him towards her opening. “I want more Cody. I want a baby… I’m ready.”

Cody’s eyes widened, his hands finding her wasit and holding her delicately as his tip rubbed against her clit making her pant. “R…really? You…you’re sure?” He was shaking, his face glowing with eager hope.

Eliza chuckled, smile warm and so full of love she thought she’d conceive right then and there without even getting her husband balls deep. “Yes.” She breath, leaning in and kissing him deeply. “Tonight was my last night out. No more dancing and clubs, at least for a while, probably eighteen years… maybe more if we have more than one.”

They were both starting to breathlessly laugh as they held each other close. His cock poised to enter her but held at bay for the moment.

“I want so much more, Cody. I want a family. Our family. Your babies.” She kissed him again, her tongue pressing into him mouth. The grip of his fingers dug into her hips and pulled her down lightly, his cock starting to push between her lips and open her tunnel.

“F…fuck…” He grunted as he began to sink into the burning liquid warmth of Eliza’s pussy. “God, Eliza… are you sure?” He asked again. Always so nervous and anxious.

She knew that normally girls like her didn’t marry or even associate with men like Cody. A short nerdy man. A lucious lingerie model. That just didn’t seem like it would happen.

But Eliza saw passed the outer looks that Cody had. Of course he was cute. Handsome even. But his mind and heart and soul were beyond beautiful. The love he gave her was better than anything some rich, ‘good looking’ asshole could have hoped to show her.

With a deep groan, Eliza pushed herself down slowly until Cody was completely inside her. “Ohhhh god…” She panted and pressed her lips against his again. “Yes I’m sure. More sure than ever before.” Her teeth scrapped his lips. “Fuck me Cody. Put a baby in me.” Sitting up, she grabbed his hands and put them on her breasts, starting to move. Up and down. In and out. The slick lubrication of her pussy and his precum allowing her to glide smoothly.

All that remained was their heavy breaths, pants and groans as Eliza rode her husband slow and steady. Each stroke of his cock going deep. His balls pressing against her ass. It was gentle, deep, intimate. Their skin became slick with sweat. Cody had stamina. Staying power. He’d developed it over the years of being married to Eliza. She had a somewhat insatiable sex drive, at least when it came to her husband. She couldn’t get enough of him and denied him nothing. He’d had everything. Her pussy. Her ass. Her mouth. Tits. he’d coated every inch of her in his cum.

She’d let him tie her up and pound her. Made her scream. She’d dressed up for him in costumes and lingerie. At one point he’d coated her skin in honey and licked her clean. They never got enough of each other.

Now she was appreciative of all that exploratory fun. Soon enough they would have a little one running around, demanding their attention and energy and probably wouldn’t have much time for sex. But they’d find time. It would be simple. Probably a few minutes in bed before they fell asleep. Eliza had been dreaming of that. Of putting a little bundle of joy down to sleep and then slipping into bed, exhausted, cuddling with her husband and allowing him to slip into her, pumping slow and hurried and needy as they fought fatigue until they both had a small, pleasant orgasm and then fell into much needed rest.

All her dreams for the last weeks had been like that. She had baby fever. A longing to have a little part of Cody inside her and then to see that combination of her and him become something new.

Eliza bounced faster. “Cody…” She panted. “Honey… oh god honey please… I want your babies. I love you so much. So much. Let’s make a family.” She was whimpering as he gripped her breasts and she took hold of his hands, pushing them tighter to squeeze. Pussy lips clenched. Cody grunted.

“Fuck. Fuck Eliza…god I’m gonna cum.”

“Yes. Yes honey! Fill me up please!” She was crying, feeling overwhelmed by the emotion and the physical pleasure of his cock so deep inside her bounding, rubbing all the right places and making her feel like a truely loved woman.

Together they reached their peak. Crying out and grinding against each other as Cody began to shoot thick amounts of semen deep into Eliza’s fertile pussy. She stiffened on top of him, letting herself feel the was of cum and her own orgasm rushing through her until she collapsed against Cody, arms wrapping around him tightly.

She kissed his neck softly. His hands were in her hair. They kissed slowly, delicately, eyes closed and just feeling each other as Cody’s cock stayed hard inside her, keeping the cum from dripping out.

“Mmm, fuck…” Eliza giggled. “That was a good start.” Licking her lips she looked down at her husband’s smiling face and kissed his nose. “But this wanna be momma wants more. Think you can keep up?”

With a wide grin, Cody wrapped his arms around her and with surprising skill stood up. His cock still inside her, Eliza wrapped her legs around him laughing. “Oh, I think I can keep up.” Cody laughed and carried her to the bedroom as she squealed with delight.