“Inhale and exhale. Use your senses. See, smell, and feel each other.”
Jonas’s eyes never strayed from mine. I could see his desire there, but a warmth was there as well, that made a lump form in my throat as my pulse pounded in my chest. This close, I felt his heart pumping as hard as mine. The twitch of his cock against me made wetness gush between my thighs. My eyes dilated and I felt as if my whole body was swelling with desire for him. I inhaled and could smell his aftershave and my perfume mixing together, along with our sexual scent.
“Jonas,” I whispered. He rubbed my back soothingly. The need for him was overwhelming me. Inadvertently, I started rocking my pelvis against him. Jonas fought to maintain his pose, but I could see in his eyes the effect my movement had on him.
We continued to stare deeply at each other, nothing about us able to hide. It was raw and intimate, and the jolting of our connection seemed almost tangible. He wanted me, just as much as I wanted him. My body quivered as I pressed harder against his erection. We breathed together, heavily and in sync. I was burning and I could feel my sex throbbing against his, the ache building more until it was all I could think of.
“Now, move your hands over each other,” Ravi said.
I shook my head. I can’t last another minute in this class. I felt like I was sinking. I pleaded as much as I could through my eyes. “I need you now. Can we please go?”
Jonas paused and studied me, then mercifully lifted me off his lap. “I’ll take you back now.”
I crawled away from him and quickly put on my shirt and pants, then waited impatiently as Jonas put on his. We eased out of the tent and Jonas quickly collected his bag. From the noises in the other tent, I gathered the other couple couldn’t wait either. Jonas, as quietly as possible, eased open the door and we left the room.
We moved back to the alcove and put on our shoes. Jonas pulled me hard against him and kissed me deeply. Wrapping myself around him like a pole, I couldn’t get close enough. If he wanted to take me that minute, I would have let him.
“I’ve got you.” Jonas lifted me up and carried me out of the house. Once we were outside, he put me down and gave me one of his incredible smiles, which I reflected back to him.
I said a brief hello to David and we entered the car. Once the doors were closed, Jonas reached for me and lifted my shirt up and over my head. I didn’t protest. I didn’t want to wait to reach the hotel, and apparently neither did he. He gripped my swollen breasts, kissing and sucking them. I arched into him, my hands gripping his hair. I leaned down for more kisses, which Jonas gave to me, covering my lips before sweeping in with his tongue. I moaned against his mouth as I tugged at his shirt and he pulled it over his head.
Raking my fingers over his chest, I shifted on his lap, onto his hard erection. Jonas groaned, and when he reached for my pants I just kicked off my shoes. He didn’t stop, but pulled the fabric down my legs. I reached for his pants impatiently, as Jonas brushed his fingers against my throbbing sex. “Please, Jonas.”
“I’ve got you, Lily.” He pulled me in his lap and pressed his cock at my entrance, gripping my hips and lowering me down on him until he was seated deep inside me. I cried out at the sensation of him stretching and filling me.
Moaning, he moved me up and down on his cock.
“Oh, Jonas.” I leaned in and kissed over his face and grabbed his hair.
He grunted as he bit down on my neck, thrusting up, harder and faster inside me. He reached his hand between us and pressed and stroked my clit. I cried out loudly, clamping down on his cock in climax.
“Lily, so good. I….” He became incoherent as he struggled to keep going as my inner walls squeezed his cock. Sliding me down on the seat, he thrust in harder and faster, until he released hotly inside me.
Jonas didn’t stop there, but rolled his hips and stroked again as I spasmed around him still riding my climax as another erupted in me. I bit my lip hard, then gave in to my cry as Jonas growled out. He held onto me, kissing my forehead and my lips as we both worked to catch our breath. When we eased, he lifted off of me.
He reached for his pants. “I’m….” He didn’t finish, and I felt the same way. The sex blew my mind. The connection, and the orgasm, was more than I had ever experienced before. Did he feel it too?
My eyes felt heavy as I wobbled to get my clothing.
“I’ll help.” Jonas reached into a compartment and took out some cloths, then lifted my legs open and started cleaning me.
I could only manage to pant. I was aroused, but also drained. Doesn’t he have any idea what that’s doing to me? “This was too intimate, Jonas. I don’t think you should do that.”
“What?” Jonas asked, giving me a lascivious grin. “Make you come or wipe my cum from your pussy?”
Reaching for my pants and shirt, his crass response had my skin burning and had me thinking he had purposely been that way to throw off my response to his actions. But I decidedly opened up and told him exactly what I was thinking, “The second. It’s too intimate. It sort of confuses me. This evening was for couples….”
He paused this time, as if he was contemplating what I had said to him. After a minute or so, he spoke, “The Tantra was to make you comfortable in our companionship. I travel and won’t be here all the time. This was a jumpstart charge for us if you may, on being comfortable with each other.”
I licked my lips. I couldn’t explain it to him. It was something about the way he looked at me. It had desire and amusement all mixed together. It made me feel silly and sexy at the same time. He was right. I did feel less self-conscious and more comfortable with him. So it was a way to bring on our sexual intimacy. “Oh. Okay. I guess.”
“You guess?” Jonas mused. “Come here.” He kissed the side of my face and put his arm around me. I knew his holding me had nothing to do with sexual intimacy, but I hid my face against him and sunk into the warmth of his arms, inhaling his incredible scent. Seeing, feeling, touching, and cultivating our companionship as we rode back to the hotel for the rest of the evening.
Chapter 11
I couldn’t look David in the eye as we climbed out of the car. I knew my appearance must have matched up with what he undoubtedly heard. My clothing was wrinkled and my ponytail lopsided, with some of my hair escaping it. Not to mention my swollen lips and glazed stare. I looked like just what I had been up to, fucking in the back of a car.
Moving through the lobby of the hotel, I looked over Jonas as he strolled next to me. He was slightly tousled, in his shirt and loose pants, and from the gawking hotel guests, exceedingly handsome. As if he hadn’t just shared the same experience as me at all.
“You alright, Lily?” Jonas asked, interrupting my thoughts as we climbed in the elevator.
I nodded, but didn’t turn my head. I could feel his stare as we rode up to the suite.
I was alright, wasn’t I?
I climbed out and followed him to the door, walking in and quietly putting my things away as he took out his phone and started back to business.
I stood there for a minute, rubbing the center of my chest.
“Lily?” A slight rise to his voice. “Are you listening? I asked what you would like for dinner.”
I looked over at him and suddenly burst into tears. I had no idea why I was crying, but Jonas dropped his call and crossed the room, enveloping me. Pressing my head against his chest, tears continued to fall.
“Shhh. It’ll be alright,” he whispered.
I didn’t know why he said that to me, but it resulted in me leaning into the comfort he was readily willing to give. He walked us to the couch and surprised me by pulling me onto his lap.
Was it the Tantra?
All I knew was that the connection had me wanting him in ways I knew I shouldn’t. Comforting wasn’t part of the companionship, was it? Maybe he was right. I was too inexperienced to handle this. But the thought of backing out made me sob all the more, I didn’t want to not see Jonas. As I continued to cry, he whispered so
othing words and stroked my back. When I had no more tears left, I stilled.
“Look at me.” Jonas captured my chin and I looked at him as tears started leaking out my eyes again. “Tell me what you are feeling.”
I gulped in air. I couldn’t tell him that the intimacy was already making me want a relationship. How could this be? We had only just met and started spending time together. Still, I felt closer to him in a way I never experienced with Declan. Sure, in our three years together I loved and learned a lot about him; however, I rarely recall him ever asking about my life or how I was feeling. Sex was our intimacy, but that’s where it ended. I was the one he leaned on to pick him up when he was down. When my parents were gone and I found I needed to be picked up, he wasn’t there or willing to give it to me. When he broke up with me and left, he took himself, his friends, and his life with him.
My heart felt heavy with the weight of my loneliness. No calls, no comfort, or care. And here I was now with a man I barely knew that went out of his way to try to make a connection with me. Touched me intimately and didn’t end it there when he could. He was right before me, still asking and wanting to know about me. I looked up at him and the warmth and concern reflected in his eyes made my chest ache. This is wrong, I thought. I needed to distance myself from him and keep what we had working for the both of us. I decided to tell him what I could, and what I hoped he would accept.
“The Tantra was intense. I just need a shower and some sleep. I didn’t know it would feel like that. And then…the car.” My breath hitched.
Jonas exhaled long. “Tantra is intense. Maybe it was too much too fast.” He studied me and I fought not to avert my eyes.
I plastered on a smile. I was falling for him and I knew that it was too fast. “I just need a shower and some sleep,” I repeated to him.
He leaned down and kissed me tenderly. “You haven’t had dinner.”
I shook my head, “I’m not hungry. Just tired….”
“Because you didn’t eat anything,” Jonas said, irritation in his tone. “I wasn’t happy with what you said about your body during the workshop, either. Is that why you try to avoid eating?”
I chewed my lip. “I just want to be healthy.”
“Part of being healthy is taking care of yourself,” he said. “As my companion, I expect you to eat with me.”
I tried to muster a frown in protest, but I felt drained. Perhaps he was right. Maybe I’m hungry. I tried to recall what I had eaten during the day, but couldn’t. I nodded to him.
“Good. What would you like for dinner?” Jonas asked. He moved me next to him and grabbed a menu.
“Soup and a salad,” I said, hunching my shoulders.
“Red snapper and chocolate ice cream for dessert,” Jonas said and winked at me.
My jaw dropped. “Why did you ask what I wanted?” I asked when he hung up the phone.
“I won’t next time,” Jonas said bluntly.
I smirked and then laughed, suddenly feeling slightly better. “You’re bossy. Luckily, I like red snapper and chocolate ice cream.”
He chuckled then pulled me close, nuzzling my neck. “I enjoyed tonight, but I barely got a taste of you. I want more.”
I clung to him then, burying my face in his neck and inhaling. “I want more, too.”
“Soon. I’ll just need to check on a few things. Go have your shower, and I’ll have mine.”
I dutifully stood up, and Jonas went back to his work at his desk. I sighed and went into the bathroom. Turning on the shower and climbing in, I scrubbed over myself with a lavender wash. When I was finished, I dried myself, only to realize I didn’t have any clothing in the room.
“Just put on the robe,” Jonas said from behind me. “Saves me the time of taking it off you after dinner.”
I dipped my head and grinned as my pulse sped up.
“Lovely.” His gaze lazing over me approvingly. He kissed me lightly on the lips. “Dinner is here. I’ll be out soon. You can pour our drinks and turn on music if you like.”
I slipped on the robe and cinched it, then turned to watch Jonas turn on the shower, and strip out of his clothing. I stood for a moment, admiring his muscular physique and the fact that he was comfortable with himself and his body.
“You keep staring, I’m going to pull you in here,” Jonas said in a baritone. I didn’t move and he laughed. “Go on.”
I reluctantly walked out of the bathroom and over to the dining table where I poured a Scotch neat for him and a glass of white wine for me. I next walked over and turned on the radio, surprised to find an easy listening station. When did he listen to this? I giggled. Walking a couple of steps to the window, I parted it and glanced down, and saw the constant stream of traffic. So many cars, and people. I’m just a drop in this metropolis.
The sound of the door opening alerted me to Jonas walking out in one of the white terry cloth robes that unfortunately reached his knees. Still, his tanned and toned muscular legs were eye feasts—as well as the peek of his groomed chest hair. He strolled over towards the stereo.
“What? It’s relaxing,” he muttered and I laughed.
He then walked over to the dining table and pulled out my seat. Ever the gentleman. I walked over and sat down, lifting my face to the kiss he had waiting for me. He uncovered our meals, then joined me. My mouth watered at the sight of the grilled red snapper, yellow tomato sulis, and sautéed green beans. I looked over at Jonas’s grilled lobster and vegetable salad.
“May I make the quote for tonight?” I asked.
He smiled and nodded. So I raised my glass and said, “From Byron: Be thou the rainbow in storms of life. The evening beams that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic rays. May our smiles shared henceforth, brighten this evening and beyond.”
Jonas practically beamed at me. “You constantly surprise me,” Jonas said and raised his glass to me. After a few minutes of eating, Jonas asked, “So, where are we in our conversation?”
I took a sip of my wine. “I’m not sure. We talked about family, and I met Alan and Dani tonight.”
“Yes. You did,” he said. “Alan is a corporate lawyer, well he was mine.”
I reached for his hand and he patted mine.
“I’m not upset about them being together. Alan is a good man, and he always puts his personal life first. He’s what she needs,” Jonas said. “We’ve been more friends for the past few years than lovers anyway.” He shook his head. “I don’t know why I say these things to you.”
I took his hand. “Maybe because I’m a good listener and I won’t judge you.”
He eyed me speculatively and then nodded. “Yes. I believe that’s part of it.’
We ate a few minutes in silence. “With Declan, we weren’t friends. We were basically opposites. But I think we both just wanted to be in a relationship. We didn’t want to be alone. I knew I didn’t, especially after my parents died.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, why did you stay?” Jonas asked.
My looked down at my plate. “I didn’t want to give up. I wanted to become whatever he needed me to be. I thought if I worked hard at it…Hell, I would still be working, if he hadn’t broken it off with me.”
“I guess that’s another thing we have in common,” he said wistfully. “I tried to have it all, but never found a balance. I knew we weren’t working anymore, but I stayed for Paul. It took Dani moving on with Alan for me to let go.”
We gazed at each other for a moment, and I thought about the Tantra, tuning into your lovers feelings. I knew in that moment we were synced.
Jonas turned and picked up his Scotch. “Listen to us. This is supposed to be a light dinner.”
I snorted. “We can leave it in our conversation.” I leaned over as he placed his lips on mine, capturing my mouth in a slow coaxing kiss, which he made deeper as his tongue moved in and tangled with mine, coiling the muscles low on my body. I moaned against his lips, running my hands underneath his robe and over his
hard upper body and smooth chest hair.
“Soon,” Jonas said, easing my hand away.
I whimpered and he grinned at me. We went back to eating our meal. I knew the red snapper was delicious, but my mind had wandered off to the sexual promise Jonas had made to me. He had awakened that need in me and I was ready for him to take me again.
“What are you doing?” Jonas asked, interrupting my thoughts.
I startled and looked at him, only to find his eyes were gazing down my body.
I had inadvertently moved my chair back and opened my robe. My face heated as I moved to cinch it back in place.
“Don’t,” he said. “You need me.”
I started to protest, but he interrupted me by saying, “I need you too. There is no shame in needing sex. No shame in seeking it with me.”
My lips parted and my body ignited as his eyes roved over my exposed skin. “I need you,” I repeated his words.
“Take off your robe,” Jonas commanded.
My hands shook as I gaped it open.
He moved out of the seat and dropped to his knees before me.
“If you want me there, open your legs wider.” I did as he instructed, moving them as wide as the chair. He lifted one of my legs on his shoulder and stared, then met my eyes.
“You’re drenched. Your clit is swollen.” He touched my hot, soaked pussy with his fingers and moaned. Dragging his tongue through my slick folds, then sucked my clit in his mouth.
I moaned and gripped the chair, feeling the impending climax already. “Oh, Jonas. I’m going to come.”
He pushed two fingers inside me as he teased my clit, and I ground myself against him and cried out his name as I came.
Jonas wasn’t done. He pulled me off the chair and lowered my head to his cock.
“Suck.” I did, suppressing a gag as he pushed himself to the back of my throat with a groan.
“Oh, Lily.” I gripped his tight ass, and greedily slid my tongue around his shaft and sucked, then bobbed up and down on his cock. He grabbed my hair and tugged it, easing his cock out of my mouth. He leaned down and took my distended clit, drawing deeply on it, causing me to cry out incoherently.
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