The Shy Tycoon Who Left Her Speechless

Naima was a renowned photographer, a self-made woman who never went unnoticed. The daughter of a Vietnamese mother and a Brazilian father, she had inherited the best of both: her mother’s slanted, deep-set eyes, her father’s tan skin and black, curly hair, and a pair of green eyes that seemed not to belong anywhere and yet dominated everything. Added to that was her six-foot-three frame, which made her stand out even among the models she photographed.

She was a woman of contrasts. An object of desire for any man who crossed her path on the street, but even more fascinating when someone sat down to talk with her. She had seen the world. She had lived in Hanoi until she was five and, because of her mother’s work, had spent stretches of time in half a dozen countries before turning twenty: Canada, Lisbon, Berlin, Istanbul. Once she finally settled down, she studied advertising photography and began working on campaigns of all kinds. Her name passed from mouth to mouth for the quality of her work and for a professionalism few could match.

But there was a crack in that brilliant life. She had been in a relationship trapped in routine for more than six years. Her partner was a good man, handsome even, but he had grown so complacent that nothing remained of what had once brought them together.

They lived like two roommates splitting the rent. They didn’t seek each other out at night, there was no spark, no playfulness, none of that tension that used to make them lose their minds. Naima had stopped seeing him as a partner. She loved him, yes, but in the same way one loves an old friend.

Everything began to change a few months earlier, when Ethan Wright appeared.

Ethan was an eccentric New Zealand businessman, owner of a powerful real-estate firm, who hired her for an ambitious project: a luxury catalog featuring the most exclusive mansions in his portfolio. He had heard of her, of how good she was, and became obsessed with the idea that it would be Naima herself who would sign the campaign that would put his business on the map.

It wasn’t easy for him to hire someone so in demand and with such a packed schedule. But Ethan was persistent, and the offer he finally put on the table was so outrageous there was no human way to refuse it.

Naima accepted and moved to Auckland. That trip was, in the end, the perfect excuse to finally close the book on a relationship that had been dead for a long time. She packed her bags without regret and without looking back too much.

The first time Ethan saw her in person, he was smitten. It was inevitable. But it wasn’t just her looks: she was cultured, capable, with conversation that hooked you and ideas for the campaign so different and daring they left him speechless.

Naima, on the other hand, found Ethan unbearable. Another rich man looking at her without the slightest shame, convinced his checkbook gave him the right to everything.

His odd behavior multiplied the awkward silences, especially when she laid out her proposals. Again and again, Ethan seemed to pay more attention to her body than to her ideas, and that drove her crazy.

The campaign planning dragged on for several weeks. Endless meetings, discarded sketches, arguments about lighting, framing, and locations. When the work finally ended and Naima was gathering her things to leave the office, Ethan walked her to the elevator. And there, suddenly, something happened she hadn’t expected.

The man who in meetings behaved like the typical overconfident millionaire, aggressive and overwhelming in business, gathered his courage with the awkwardness of a teenager and asked her out.

Naima was completely thrown by that sudden shyness. That insecure man, who could barely hold her gaze, had nothing to do with the shark from the boardroom.

Maybe Ethan isn’t the idiot he seems to be, she thought.

And that doubt, that small spark of curiosity, was enough for her to say yes.

***

They went out for lunches and dinners several days in a row. At every date, Ethan behaved like a gentleman: polite, generous, attentive to every detail. Day after day, Naima found herself more seduced by the way he was than by his money, even though he insisted on taking her to ever more expensive and dazzling places, as if that could hide an insecurity he couldn’t quite conceal. Then, true to form, he would leave her at the hotel door and go home alone.

Until one night, after dropping her off as always and just as he was turning to leave, she broke the script.

—Why don’t you come up to my room and we have something a little more relaxed? —Naima said.

—I don’t know… I don’t want to make you uncomfortable —he replied, almost stammering.

—I insist.

And as she said that last word, she walked into the hotel lobby without waiting for an answer. Ethan followed her. They rode up together in the elevator and he was clearly nervous, looking at the floor, the walls, anything but her. Naima watched him from the corner of her eye and smiled to herself.

She opened the room door and went in.

—Please, close the door —she asked.

Ethan closed it behind him and stood there, dazzled, not knowing what to do with his hands. Naima walked around the room with deliberate calm. She kicked off her shoes almost without looking. Then she slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders and the fabric slid down her body, caressing her as it fell to her feet. She kept walking barefoot toward the bed, lay down, and, in a teasing tone, challenged him.

—You can pour yourself a drink or come to bed.

Ethan timidly approached the edge of the mattress.

—If you come to bed, you’re wearing too much —she added.

He obeyed in silence. He took off his shoes, then his blazer and tie. Naima watched him with interest, not missing a single movement. He unbuttoned his shirt and revealed a strong, chiseled chest, as if sculpted from marble. He went on with his trousers, exposing firm, muscular legs, and finally climbed into bed beside her.

Now it was Naima who looked him over. She immediately noticed the generous bulge straining the dark fabric of his underwear. The outline of a thick cock was clearly visible, still half-asleep, marked beneath the cotton as if begging to come out. She scrutinized every inch of that body and the more she looked, the more her mouth watered.

—Do you mind if I get comfortable? —she asked softly.

—Make yourself comfortable wherever you want, it’s your room —he answered, his throat dry.

With a wicked smile, Naima unclasped her bra and let it fall to one side. Her tits were on display, large and round, topped with coffee-colored areolas and small nipples that were already starting to harden. She pinched them herself, slowly, so he could see how they stiffened and swelled beneath her fingers.

—Now I’m more comfortable —she murmured.

Ethan swallowed. He felt a growing heat rising from his chest and burning his face, and he noticed his cock swelling abruptly inside his boxer briefs, pulling at the fabric until it warped completely.

Naima watched the bulge begin to grow to one side, straining even more, tracing the clear shape of a thick glans pressed against the cotton. And I already thought it was big before…, she thought, licking her lips shamelessly. She saw that Ethan still didn’t dare make the first move, trapped by that shyness of his, so she decided to take control.

She pushed him gently until he lay on his back and climbed on top of him, straddling him, letting the wet heat of her cunt rest right over the hard bulge of his underwear. She brought her lips close to his without quite touching them, just enough for him to feel her warm breath brush his mouth. Ethan couldn’t take it anymore and closed the last bit of distance to kiss her. Their lips met, their tongues sought each other in a slow, wet dance, and for the first time all night he stopped trembling.

As they kissed, Naima felt her own tits crushed against that hard torso, her nipples burning from the friction. She moved her hips slowly, rubbing her soaked cunt against the hard cock pressing beneath the fabric, feeling it throb between her thighs. Ethan stroked her back, his hands sliding down until they found the thin string of her thong, and he went farther, slipping his fingers underneath to grab her ass and squeeze it hungrily, parting it just enough for her to feel the cool air between her cheeks.

—I’m soaked —she whispered in his ear—. Can you feel it?

Ethan groaned in reply, unable to speak. One of his fingers slid along the crease of Naima’s ass, kept going downward, and found the thong fabric completely wet through, clinging to the swollen lips of her cunt. She shuddered.

Naima pulled her face back and looked him in the eyes with a desire she no longer bothered to hide. To him, those slanted green eyes drove him completely insane.

—I think it’s time to drop the shyness —she whispered.

She turned on him until they were facing opposite directions, in a perfect sixty-nine, sitting carefully so each one had the other right in front of their mouth. Naima yanked his underwear down in one determined motion and Ethan’s cock sprang free, hard as stone, thick, the main vein marked from top to bottom and the glossy head already beaded with a thick drop of pre-cum. A rough moan of surprise escaped him: it was bigger than she had imagined, both longer and wider.

She took it in her hand, barely able to close her fingers around it, and gave it a slow lick from base to tip, collecting the drop of fluid with her tongue. It tasted salty, thick, like a man. She went down again, this time sucking each of his balls one by one, taking them into her mouth calmly, listening to him gasp. Then she returned to the glans, kissed it with her lips pressed against it, and without further preamble swallowed it whole, letting the cock sink all the way to the back of her throat.

—Fuck… fuck, Naima —Ethan groaned, gripping the sheets.

She started sucking him off with a slow, filthy rhythm, letting a thread of saliva run from the corner of her mouth and drip onto his balls. She moved up and down using her whole mouth, pressing her lips around the glans each time she came up, sucking hard until the wet sound of the vacuum could be heard. Then she would pull it all the way out, lick the entire length, spit on it, swallow it again. She loved hearing him moan every time she hit the back of her throat.

Ethan, far from staying still, yanked away the soaked thong still covering Naima and found himself face to face with her open cunt, shiny, the inner lips swollen and parted, the hard clit peeking out between them. He stuck out his tongue and began to return every caress. He licked her from bottom to top, long and slow, savoring her whole, burying his nose between her cheeks and climbing back up to her clit. There he stayed, sucking it with his lips, tracing circles with the tip of his tongue, and drove two fingers into her cunt with a firm motion.

She felt pleasure spread in waves, she moved her hips almost without realizing it, grinding her cunt against his face, and her breathing grew deeper and more broken, while she kept taking his cock into her mouth. Ethan’s fingers went in and out making an obscene sound, sloshing in how soaked she was, while his tongue never stopped working her clit.

—Ah, yes… like that, eat me out, don’t stop… —Naima moaned, her mouth still full of cock, speaking around her sucking.

She couldn’t hold out much longer. She was too aroused, too heated, her cunt was burning and she needed him inside her now. She sat up, turned around, and straddled him. With one hand she grabbed his cock, lined it up, and with the other opened the lips of her cunt to position herself properly. She lowered herself slowly, feeling how that enormous cock opened her centimeter by centimeter, until she had him all the way inside and let out a rough moan that escaped without permission.

—Fuck, you’re huge… —she gasped, biting her lip.

She began moving at her own pace, setting the rules herself. She rose almost to the tip and dropped back down hard, impaling herself in one sharp thrust. Then she changed to a circular motion, rubbing her clit against the base of his cock as she rolled her hips. Ethan, completely overwhelmed, could only hold her hips and watch her, hypnotized by the sway of those enormous tits bouncing in front of his face. He sat up a little and caught a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, nibbling it, while she kept riding him.

—Yes, suck them, bite them for me… —she begged, grabbing his hair and pressing his face against her tits.

Naima sped up, her cunt making a wet noise every time she dropped onto him, and she could feel Ethan’s cock swelling even more inside her, throbbing. When she sensed he was about to lose control, she stopped abruptly, pulled off him, and let herself fall beside him, panting, her hair stuck to her forehead with sweat.

—Now fuck me —she asked, spreading her legs wide—. Hard.

Ethan got on his knees between her legs, which she was already offering open and eager, her cunt shining with how wet she was. He gripped his cock, ran it a couple of times over the lips of her cunt, rubbing the head against her clit to make her moan, and then drove it in with a single thrust all the way to the hilt. Naima arched her back and cried out.

He began to move in rhythm, gaining confidence with every thrust. Little by little he sped up, and he could see Naima’s tits bouncing with each of his strikes, while she clutched the sheets and bit her lip to keep from screaming too loudly. He grabbed her legs behind the knees and lifted them, folding her in half, and started fucking her deeper, faster, feeling her cunt closing hot and tight around his cock.

—Yes, like that, hard… make me come for you —she panted—. Break my cunt, don’t stop…

Those words turned Ethan on more than anything else that night. He pulled out, made her turn over and get on all fours, and paused for a second to stare at her raised ass, her cunt swollen and dripping between her legs. He slapped her ass hard, leaving a red mark on her tan skin, and she let out a moan of pleasure. He grabbed her hips with both hands and thrust in all the way, balls deep, tearing another cry from her.

He fucked her with a force that drove Naima wild. She could hear the collision of his pelvis against her ass, a sharp, repeated sound filling the room, over the moans of both of them. Ethan grabbed a fistful of her black, curly hair and tugged, making her lift her face, never stopping fucking her from behind.

—Like that… like that, don’t stop, harder… —she begged, pushing her ass back to take him better.

Naima felt the orgasm rise abruptly, unstoppable, from the depths of her cunt to every inch of her skin. She came with a long, rough moan, soaking Ethan’s cock, clenching around him in spasms he could feel perfectly. That finished him. He gave three or four more brutal thrusts and came too, unloading with grunts, emptying himself completely inside her, hot semen filling her cunt until it overflowed.

They stayed like that for a few seconds, locked together, panting, until she let herself fall face down onto the mattress and he collapsed beside her. Naima turned and hugged him, still catching her breath, feeling the thick thread of cum sliding down her thigh. She laughed softly against his neck.

***

That night, without big promises or declarations, the two of them decided to give it a chance. A relationship with a single tacit condition, the one she had lacked for six years: stay together only as long as they kept the flame alive.

And, for once, Naima was sure they were going to make it.