I didn’t even see what she was wearing when she came in, and I’m glad to feel it’s a shirt so I can undo the buttons without breaking the kiss. My fingers feel clumsy as I fumble to open them, impatient to feel her skin against mine. Her own unique scent is permeating the air, the light smell of soap and a hint of cologne driving me wild. It’s been five long weeks since I last saw her, and every day I’ve longed for her more.
Syd sighs deeply when I pull her shirt off and our bodies finally connect again. She feels warm and soft like I remember, her abs hard against my belly as she pulls out of the kiss and walks me backward through the hallway, and into the kitchen. Our eyes meet for the first time and electricity sparks between us. Just one look is enough to make my heart skip a beat. I’d almost forgotten how incredibly attractive she was, how her picture or her face on video doesn’t even come close to the sexual energy she gives off in person. When she smiles at me, I’m totally lost and putty in her hands.
“I want to fuck you so badly it hurts,” she murmurs in a low voice, looking me up and down. My robe is hanging open and I’m naked underneath, completely waxed, knowing how much this turns her on. She scans the space and her eyes settle on the kitchen island.
My breath hitches at her words and, knowing what she’s thinking, a flash of heat hits my core. “Then fuck me,” I whisper, taking another step back until I hit the side of the big cooking island. I’ve actually never used it before. Since I rarely cook, I regretted spending so much money on an industrial designer kitchen, but now I’m thinking it was totally worth it after all.
Syd lifts me onto the island, and I crawl back when she climbs on it too, pushing a pile of paperwork to the floor to clear the space. Her gorgeous body is still covered by a sports bra and her jeans, and she’s still got her sneakers on. It arouses me that she wants me so badly she hasn’t even gone through the effort of taking them off. Like a predator, she goes straight for the kill and wastes no time with foreplay. Her biceps flex as she lowers herself on top of me, then kisses me deeply while she runs a hand between my legs and cups my pussy, squeezing me hard. It feels so good and I thrust my hips against her, then cry out when she enters me and fills me up with two fingers. My reaction makes her mouth pull into a smile against mine and she pushes further, while her other hand grabs my wrists and pins them above my head. A deep, guttural groan passes my lips, and it encourages her to start fucking me, fast and hard.
“Come for me, Val.” Syd speaks my language, knows what I need. It’s like her command fires off a spark and only seconds later, I tense up and hold my breath, almost losing it when she sucks my tongue into her mouth while flicking her thumb over my clit. I dissolve into pleasure as shockwaves ripple through me, my body a raw synapse of twitches that fan out like a stone that’s been dropped in water. She continues to sink into me, over and over until I have nothing left and I’m splintered and spent.
Looking up at her, I wiggle my hand loose and run my fingers through her short hair, then cup her face. I still can’t believe she’s actually here, and that I can touch her, breathe the same air, smell her, hear her whisper in my ear. She’s stunning, and I want her out of her clothes so that I can fully immerse myself in her. “Do you want to see my bedroom?”
Syd’s eyes darken and she gets off the counter before helping me off too. Her gaze roams over my open kitchen and living space, taking in the ultra-modern interior and luxurious fittings and furniture. “If it’s anything like this, then I definitely want to see your bedroom…”
“Come here,” I say, unbuttoning her jeans. I pull them down and she steps out of them. The carnal look in her eyes has faded, replaced by a softness, something much more vulnerable now. It almost brings a lump to my throat as I trace her waist and her hips, marveling at how good it feels to have my hands on her again. I pull her sports bra over her head, slide down her panties and slip my robe to the floor so that we’re both fully naked. With her clothes, her façade has dropped too. The dominance has evaporated, and she radiates a warmth and tenderness that makes me want her even more.
We’re standing on the thick, silk rug in my bedroom, that is indeed a reflection of the rest of my apartment. It’s also my favorite room. My interior designer spent a lot of time and effort on creating a haven for me where I can switch off after a hard day’s work. It’s minimalist and mostly white, yet the mixture of fabrics and textures used still gives it a sense of coziness.
In front of the sliding glass doors, leading onto the balcony that offers fantastic views of the ocean, is a wooden platform with a built-in Jacuzzi, big enough to hold four. I love to open my doors in the morning and take a bath while I watch the sun come up. There are scented candles on the nightstands, and more candles on the coffee table in the seating area where a 2-seater designer couch and two armchairs I never use, smarten up the room. The custom-made Japanese king-size bed is placed against the wall in the middle of the room, and no one but me has been in it, since I moved in. It’s perfect in every way apart from one thing: there are no bedposts—nothing for me to be tied to. For now though, that is not my concern as I just want to be close to her and make her feel good.
“I want you,” I whisper, taking her hand and pulling her onto the bed. My heart swells as I cup her face and hear her breath hitch before I kiss her. She tugs me closer and softly bites my bottom lip, then deepens the kiss as she lets her tongue swirl around mine. We’re melting together, floating into bliss as our bodies become one. This is right, she’s who I’m meant to be with; I’ve never been surer of anything.
I pull out of the kiss and trace my lips down her neck, drawing a moan from her mouth. My hands are everywhere and so are hers. I love her breasts and take a nipple into my mouth, then draw it out along the length of my tongue until she’s shifting under me, jerking her hips up. I move farther back and sigh as I spread my legs, lower myself onto her and grind into her pussy. It drives her insane; I can tell by her breathing and her hazy eyes. Guttural noises come from deep within her, and she has trouble lying still. “Is that good?” I ask, rubbing myself harder against her glistening folds. She’s wet and swollen, shaking with need. I reach between us and part her lips. The contact makes me quiver as it’s so raw and intense, and even though she’s just fucked me roughly on the kitchen island only five minutes ago, I’m already close again.
“So good...” Her hands reach for my thighs, her nails digging into my flesh as she continues. “Don’t stop, Val. What you’re doing is incredible…”
I arch my back and steady my hands on her calves behind me, continuing the slow and sensual pace that is about to send us both to greater heights. Syd lets out a loud groan and I let go too, pushing into her as we climax. She looks into my eyes and takes my hands, lacing our fingers together. When I fall forward and bury my face in her neck, she holds me so tight that I can barely breathe. I squeeze our hands together and stretch my legs out, covering her delicious body with my own. Her abs tense against my belly as aftershocks ripple through her and the lowering sun warms my behind and highlights her face in the most beautiful way. She looks like a dream, but she’s very, very real and I can honestly say that nothing could make this moment any better.
27
I feel a breeze on my skin as I wake up and smile when I see Syd sitting on my bedroom balcony, drinking coffee as she takes in the view. The sliding doors are wide open, filling the room with the scent of the ocean. My linen curtains are blowing into the room and the leaves of the large bunches of white lilies on the nightstands and the coffee table are rustling in the soft gusts of wind. I started buying lilies after I came back from Quebec, craving a reminder. With Syd being here, the whole vibe of my modern bedroom has changed, as if her presence covers everything in a romantic filter. I can smell coffee too, and when I sit up to look at the clock on my nightstand, I see she’s made me an espresso.
“Good morning, princess,” she says, turning to me when she hears me stir. “I’ve been exploring your palace and made myself a coffee, hop
e you don’t mind.” She’s wearing boy shorts and a white tank top and looks super sexy with her legs stretched out on another chair as she soaks up the sun.
“Good morning.” I’m aware of my goofy grin but unable to hide my excitement as I take a sip of the fresh brew and lock my eyes with hers. “Of course I don’t mind.” I hold up my cup. “And thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” She shoots me a flirty look. “You look gorgeous when you’re sleeping, but I didn’t want to creep you out by staring at you in bed, so I came out here.”
I laugh and wrap my naked body in the white cotton sheets, then walk out onto the balcony to join her with my coffee in hand. When I lean over to kiss her, she pulls me onto her lap and wraps her arms around me. “I like having you here.” I kiss her softly, but Syd is not one for subtle, and she runs her hands through my hair, pulls me closer and deepens the kiss. By the time we pull apart I’m dizzy and aroused, and we both laugh when we realize the sheets have dropped, putting me on full display for the beach goers. I quickly pick it up to cover my modesty and let out a deep sigh of contentment as I lean into her.
“And I like being here.” Syd studies me, licking her lips. I love how she’s never entirely satisfied, always looking at me as if she’s ready to ravish me, even after last night. “I knew you were a big shot, but I didn’t think you’d live in a place like this.” She shrugs. “Not that it makes a difference to me; I just want you and I would have been happy with you living in an RV as long as I got to fuck you… but you’ve got a good thing going on here, Val.”
I feel myself blush, knowing it must look a little excessive. “I know. I’m grateful for everything I have, but I must admit that I’ve never appreciated my kitchen and my bedroom as much as I did last night.”
Now it’s Syd’s turn to laugh, and a mischievous twinkle appears in her eyes as she sneaks a hand under the sheet and cups my breast. “It’s a big penthouse, and I’m sure you’ll have a newfound appreciation for a lot of other rooms and places soon.”
“Oh yeah? Where do you suggest we start?” A shiver runs down my spine as she pulls my hair to one side and bites my earlobe.
“Well, for starters…” Syd whispers in my ear, “The Jacuzzi is high on my list.” She pauses, placing hot kisses down to the base of my neck. “And I like the shower behind your bed.” Her lips continue over my shoulder while her thumb brushes over my nipple, making me crave her even more. “And the dining room table of course, the couch, the bathroom and the guest bedroom…” She chuckles. “But right now, I think we should start with your balcony, seeing as it’s such a lovely, sunny day.”
Her words make me quiver, and I take in a quick breath as her hand moves down, between my thighs. “I can’t,” I say, delirious with lust but conscious of the downstairs neighbors. “Someone will hear us… or see us.” I didn’t care as much in Quebec as I didn’t think I’d come back there, but in this building, everyone knows me. It’s Sunday and I can hear them one and two floors below. The Richardsons are cooing at their newly adopted baby, and Mrs. Walters is talking on the phone as usual, laughing loudly at her own jokes.
Syd shakes her head, clearly not bothered by our lack of privacy. “Then you’ll just have to be very quiet and act like you’re simply drinking your coffee on my lap while I make you come. Can you do that?”
“I don’t know,” I say honestly. Being quiet is not my strong point when it involves her, but her teasing smile is so charming that I couldn’t resist her even if I wanted to. My heart is racing but I don’t protest as her fingers have found my clit and are doing something only Syd can do. “Yes,” I whisper, and try my best not to moan when she starts making delicious circles with her middle and index finger, putting pressure where I need it most.
“Yeah?” Syd’s fingers move faster, driving me insane. Clinging onto the sheet so it won’t drop again, I lean back against her and close my eyes, giving in to the tightness that builds in my core. My gasp is stifled by her hand on my mouth, as she continues her quest to make me come fast and hard.
“Shhh…” she whispers in my ear when she feels me tense up. “Be quiet.”
I nod, but when my climax rolls over me, a guttural groan escapes my lips anyway, followed by a loud ‘fuck!’ I’m shaking and need time to compose myself, but I already hear the shuffling of Mrs. Walters shoes on her balcony.
“Valerie?” I shake my head and laugh when she yells my name. “Are you alright, dear?”
“Yes, I’m fine, thank you.” My voice sounds shaky as I wrap the sheet tight around me and walk over to the balcony railing to meet her curious stare. “I just bashed my toe, that’s all.”
“Sounded like you were in pain.” Mrs. Walters looks at the sheet that covers me and runs a hand through her gray perm. She’s only ever seen me dressed in my black suits and I think she’s shocked to learn I was still in bed at 9 am. I hear Syd chuckle behind me and shoot her a playful warning look over my shoulder. “I apologize,” Mrs. Walters continues. “I didn’t realize you had company.”
“That’s okay,” I say, thinking there’s no point in denying it as she’s going to see Syd at some point. The highly conservative older woman will have a field day when she finds out what’s going on but it’s none of her business and I’m going to do whatever I want in my palace, as Syd calls it. “Well, I’d better take a look at my toe. Have a good day, Mrs. Walters.” When I turn around, Syd has gotten up from her chair and she scoops me up in her arms. I shriek and laugh out loud as she carries me into the bedroom and drops me on the bed. Staring up at her with an adoring look in my eyes, I tug at her top. “Take that off please. I want to make love to you.”
28
“Are you hungry?” I squeeze Syd’s hand as we walk along Santa Monica Boulevard. After spending most of our Sunday in bed, I’ve shown her my favorite places, at least the ones within walking distance, before we continued our walk on the beach, barefoot, and watched the sunset together. Contrary to what I suspected, nothing about Syd being here is awkward, and I feel relaxed and at ease by her side. “I’d take you to The Vineyard but it’s a little farther out and I don’t feel like driving today, so maybe we could go somewhere local for food?”
Syd smiles as she pulls me in and wraps her arm around me. “Sure. Do you have a favorite restaurant?”
“Not around here.” I hesitate as I glance to the left. “There’s this place a few blocks down, but I haven’t been there in a while.”
“Then let’s go there.”
“Yeah...” I’m not sure why I thought of that particular restaurant as I used to go there with Brian. Capri has an amazing food and wine list, but I haven’t been back since my divorce. Besides worrying about running into Brian, it just didn’t feel right, too many memories attached to a time in my life I was trying to forget, I suppose. But as I walk here with Syd, I find myself not caring about any of that. The chance of Brian being there is slim, and I’m craving the grilled snapper and Mediterranean salads I used to love. ‘Fuck it,’ I think, and before I know it, I’ve steered us toward Capri. Seeing the trees lit-up in their dining yard and hearing the classical guitar music takes me back down memory lane, but not in a bad way.
“This looks nice.” Syd says as the hostess welcomes us. She recognizes me and assumes we want to sit inside.
“Outside please,” I say, and give her a smile. I applaud her flawless memory, but I want to feel the heat of the night. The guitarist is still sitting on the same chair under the tangerine tree in the middle of the courtyard, playing the same tunes. Nothing has changed, yet everything is different because tonight, Capri seems idyllic and incredibly romantic.
When we reach the table and I pull out the chair, Syd sits down on the bench and pats the space next to her. “Come and sit here, princess.” She shoots me a flirty wink and I realize how different this situation is. Brian used to sit opposite me, but with Syd, I want to be next to her at all times. We’re both very tactile and can’t get enough of each other, and I love how she m
akes me feel attractive and desired, how she always puts me first.
I sink down on the padded bench and can’t resist placing a hand on her thigh while I order a bottle of wine. Syd drapes her arm over the backrest, her hand playing with my hair as she studies the menu. I know we look like we’re a couple and I don’t care, giddy with pride and excitement to be on a date with her. Just like in Quebec, I can see women casting curious glances her way, as if they can somehow sense she’s highly sexual. She’s wearing jeans and a simple, white T-shirt and I’m dressed down too today, in a short navy and white striped summer dress and white leather sandals. Technically the summer is coming to an end, but it’s still warm and clammy. Since meeting Syd, I’ve loved the sweltering nights. They seem fitting to my feverish mood and the constant passion stirring inside of me, and as I lean into her and make myself comfortable in the crook of her arm, I know I’ve never been happier.
“They seem to know you pretty well here?” Syd says, twirling a lock of my dark hair around her finger.
“Yeah. I used to come here with Brian,” I admit, thinking I might as well get it out of the way. She’s probably put two and two together and I don’t want to keep anything from her. “But I don’t mind being here, I honestly don’t.” I look up to meet her gaze. “Brian always wanted to sit inside so I’ve never actually enjoyed this beautiful courtyard. He didn’t like heat or wind of dust or… anything really. He also hated insects and birds.”
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