by Rosemary Rey
“Wow. You made this.” He asked with wide eyes.
“Yep. I cook a lot. You have a lot of great stuff in your kitchen. Do you shop for all of it?”
“No. Glynnis buys everything. She cooks for me during the weekdays when I’m here. I’m good at reheating.” He responded while cutting a piece of salmon. He took a bite. “Mmm. This is good.” He took a forkful of veggies. A smile came to my face. He looked at me, smiled, and leaned over for a quick peck on the cheek. “This would go great with some wine. Would you like some?” He asked while standing up from his stool.
“No. I think I’ve had enough to drink for a while. I don’t drink much. Just special occasions.”
“This isn’t a special occasion? Us, here together, fueling up before I rock your world.” He said with a jiggle of his hips. I laughed. He’s so cute. The wide grin on his face highlighted the adorable dimples on his cheeks.
“It’s a special occasion. I’ll take a small glass of wine. Small!” I commanded by showing him pinched fingers.
He brought two glasses of wine and handed me one. “Pinot Noir.” He said. I wouldn’t know the difference. I’m not a connoisseur of fine wine or liquors.
I took a sip. “It’s lovely. Thank you.” I said. He reached over and put his hand on my back and stroked it, letting his fingers gently scratch down to my spot. A little shiver went up my spine and the goose bumps made an appearance on my flesh. We ate quietly, and sipped the wine slowly. I felt my nerves calming down with the wine, which may have been his desired effect. It was just enough to loosen me up and not too much to let me lose my control.
I felt myself getting full. I stopped and watched him finish eating. He took the last piece of potato onto his fork and scraped it around the plate seeking more of the sauce. He finished every bite and let the fork fall with a clang.
“That was fantastic. I have to keep you around when Glynnis is off.” He said, and I 'eeked' internally. ‘Keep me around’, that had a nice ring to it.
“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it. I have a lot of recipes that you’d like.” I said as I saw him pat his taut belly. He stretched his arms, and yawned.
“Tired?” I asked, hoping he wouldn’t be too tired. There was a big elephant in the room. I was anxious about having sex with him. I stayed in his home in order to be with him, not just for sex, but to spend time getting to know him. However, a big part of me wanted to get it over with. The anticipation made me anxious. I didn’t know how to control my desire for him.
“Yeah. I ran all around the hospital today. I don’t usually spend so much time with rounds. I did two surgeries yesterday and one from Thursday that I was discharging. And I didn’t get much sleep last night, and we woke up so early before my getting the call.” He rubbed his face, scrapping his bristly beard. I longed to feel his beard on my skin again.
“Maybe I should go so you can get some rest.” I got up and grabbed our plates. He grabbed my forearm, squeezing it gently for me to let them go. I let go of both plates and looked him in the eyes, seeing the dark longing that I saw earlier today.
“You’re not going anywhere. I want you to stay. I want to give you the proper ‘thank you’ for cooking me this great meal. You’re a keeper.” My heart flip flopped at his words—‘you’re a keeper’. I leaned over and gave him a kiss on his soft, full lips. His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me close to his warm body. Once again the passion emanated from these stools. The heat rose from in between my legs, yearning for him. He held me beside him and kissed me slowly. He still held my arm and guided it to his crotch, and placed my hand on his hard cock. I gasped when I felt his cock struggling through his scrubs. He turned his stool and opened his legs to let me enter the void.
“We keep starting here, and we never finish. Are you ready to go to my room and finish what we started this morning?” He said after pulling his mouth away from mine.
With my eyes closed and my heart beating out of my chest, I breathlessly answered, “Yes”.
He stood up and leaned over to kiss me, holding my face in his large hands. He looked into my eyes, and I melted. I felt my knees buckle slightly under me from the heat coming from between us. I felt his hands separate from my face. One arm reached to my back. He bent his knees and tucked his free arm under my knees, picking me up. Instinctively, I held him around the neck.
“I’m too heavy. You’ll hurt yourself.” I warned.
“Shut up!” He quieted my mouth with his lips. The fact that he could pick me up with the added pounds on my frame, made me groan with longing. He carried me to his bedroom. Soft sunlight streamed into the bedroom. The hunger for each other was even stronger than this morning. He laid me on the bed, my head to his pillow. He slipped off his shoes, and climbed on top of me, parting my legs with his own. He pulled me up to sitting and pulled the shirt over my head, exposing my lacy bra. I reached behind me and unpinned the strap. He reached his hands and pulled the straps off my shoulders and down my arms, tossing it away.
He dove to my right breast and licked my puckered nipple. I jumped at his wet touch and arched my back, inviting him to stay there, and he accepted by cupping my breast and continuing to lick and suck. He gave me kisses around my chest, to my neck, and back. He moved on to my left breast and gave it the same attention he did to the other.
Wanting to feel his skin on mine, I brought my hands to his shirt. I pulled it up, touching his skin with the back of my fingers on the way up, and he shuddered under my touch. He helped pull the v neck scrub shirt off his body.
I gripped his waist, feeling his oblique muscles with my thumbs, pulling him down for our torso’s to touch. We kissed passionately as he gnashed his erection on my covered vagina. The fabric rubbed my clitoris and became wet from my arousal. I peeled my hand from his soft skin, and reached for the elastic band of the shorts that I wore, bucking underneath him. He lifted his hips, allowing space between our bodies. I slipped the shorts I wore over my hips and buttocks. He pulled down with one hand and I tried to pedal my legs to remove them. The shorts stopped at my calves with the weight of his body pinning my legs down.
As we continued kissing, I took my hands to his waist band. From his lower back, I put my fingers inside his pants and rubbed his soft buttocks, pulling the waistband down. He lifted up his lower body, allowing me to pull his pants down as he kissed and nibbled my neck. I reached one hand in front, pulling it away from his pelvis, and I grasped inside to free his cock. It pulsated at my touch and he moaned at its retrieval from the confining fabric, keeping him in my hands and gently stroking his long, thick shaft. He returned to kissing me as I slowly handled him. I couldn’t wait anymore.
I pulled out my right leg from the trappings of the shorts and from the weight of his muscular legs. I held his back in my left hand and proceeded to push him over with my right hand. Breaking the kiss, he looked up at me with an inquiring look at my interruption of the rubbing that brought so many wonderful sensations to both of us.
“Lay on your back.” I prompted. He did as instructed. I kicked off the shorts that remained on my leg. As he lay on his back, I pulled his pants and boxers down his muscular thighs. When he attempted to reach down to help with the removal, I gently pushed his arms out of the way. After successfully removed his clothing, I threw them at the corner of the room. I massaged his cock keeping it hard. I touched his sack and gave a gentle squeeze. I returned to his shaft and pumped my hand up and down slowly so that I could be in total control, not allowing him the option to take me first.
I reached over to the drawer, opened it, and pulled out a condom foil and ripped it open. I held his cock and slid on the condom. Once it was on, I took a deep breath and summoned the courage to get on top to ride him. I needed to get my pleasure before he did. I’d gone without a male induced orgasm for most of my sexually active life, and I wasn’t about to be eluded from experiencing one with the finest man whose ever wanted me.
I lifted my leg over his body and straddled him, writhing on his c
ock before I gripped his penis, angling his cock to my opening. I rubbed the tip around my folds and inserted it with my index and middle finger. I slid down slowly, allowing for my body to accommodate to his size. We gasped in unison. He arched up as he held onto my hips. A current of electricity coursed through my groin and shot to my heart. I rose up and down on him as he held onto my hips to control my movements. I wriggled and absorbed the pleasure his body offered while I touched and gripped his muscular upper body.
The pressure built in my core as he bucked up and gnashed my clit onto his pelvis. I felt the tiny waves of a building orgasm. I didn’t want to come so soon. I wanted to feel this sensation forever. I laid my torso on his, seeking his mouth and tongue, and pumped my bottom up and down his shaft. He had one hand in my hair and the other going to my favorite spot, reaching at the crevice of my ass and inserting his long fingers by my anus. I moaned, and he applied more pressure, moving his other hand to my other ass cheek. He held me down while he pumped his pelvis into my sex, sending me over the brink. I screamed as I came harder than I’d ever have in my life. He didn’t let up the thrusting, ensuring that I get my fill of pleasure.
“Stop, you’re killing me.” I mumbled into his neck, and he chuckled. I felt flushed. My body overheated by our connected bodies. I kissed his chin.
He pushed my left leg down by his side from its bent position, held me by the small of my back and flipped me onto my back without withdrawing from me. He lifted my legs and held them in the crook of his elbows, rising onto his knees and pulled my buttocks onto his thighs. He held me in place by the waist and pumped slowly, deeply. He pulled out to the tip and entered again, performing this delicious act repeatedly. I felt the little ripples of pleasure stirring into larger currents of orgasm seeking a release.
“Oh shit, I’m going to come again.” I yelled out, bracing myself by holding his thighs.
“Wait, babe. Just a bit more. I’m almost there” He responded through gritted teeth as he continued pounding into me with increased pace. I felt him quickening his thrusts. He let go of my legs and lowered his torso over mine.
“Are you ready to come with me?” He asked. I moaned affirmatively, grabbed his waist and arched my back. He arched back and thrust hard and deep into me one last time. I felt the pulsing of his dick inside of me. My folds quivered in response.
He crumbled on top of me. I savored the weight of his gorgeous body. Our sweat and scent mixed together, making me more emotional than I wanted, and I couldn’t help but caress his skin. I wanted him to lay on me forever. I didn’t move a muscle for fear of him exiting me and moving off of my body. I could feel his penis go flaccid inside of me. The condom slipping from within.
I heard the light breathing that I remembered when I discovered him asleep next to me this morning. He was asleep. I didn’t take offense. I was actually proud that I’d cooked him a great meal and gave him the pleasure that made him fall asleep. I gave him a pass this time. I knew he was tired. I couldn’t expect twelve rounds of this. It took everything I had to give and take my pleasure.
Within a few minutes, I gently pushed him off of my body. I removed the condom and tied a knot in it, discarding it in the bathroom. I washed my hands and wiped away the traces of my pleasure. I re-entered the bedroom and saw the time on the clock. I wondered how long I should let him sleep before I needed to leave.
He looked so peaceful laying naked in his king sized bed. I took a large throw blanket that was draped on an arm chair in the corner of his room and covered him with it. I would’ve liked to have stayed and slept in his arms, at the very least lay beside him in his warm bed. I have a long day tomorrow. I have both jobs to check into, starting with opening up the gym at six in the morning. The distance from my home to work would require me to awaken at 4:30 a.m., leave by 5:00 a.m. and commute into the city. I’ll let him sleep until 5:00 p.m., and then I must awaken him and tell him that I’ve got to go.
I put on my bra and slipped on my dress, and discovered a few droplets of blood on the edge of my favorite dress. I touched the gauze on my shin and the tape was intact, making a mental note to ask him how to care for it. I settled into my little spot on the couch and watched TV until I needed to awaken him.
SEVEN
About an hour later, Dashing darted out of his bedroom, looked around, and spotted me on the couch.
“Is everything okay?” I asked, rising from my comfy corner.
“Yeah. I thought you’d left. I was concerned.” He paused as he looked at me. He was completely nude, and didn’t even take the throw to cover up. He looked so sexy with his disheveled hair and beard. “Umm, I couldn’t find the condom.” He said sheepishly.
“Oh, I took it off of you when you fell asleep. I put it in the bathroom wastebasket. I assure you, I’m not going to be turkey basting it to trap you. I’ve got enough problems, and adding a baby, even one with an orthopedic surgeon is not in my plans.” My declaration seemed to sting him.
“I didn’t mean to imply that you’d do that.” He stammered.
Saving him from having to formulate another response, I replied, “I know.” I stood up and tugged my dress down. “I was going to wake you up at 5:00, but you’re awake now. I do have to go home. I’ve been here all day. And I’ve got so much to do at my place. I have two shifts of work tomorrow.” I said getting up and slipping my heels on.
“On a Sunday?” He walked toward me, naked and beautiful. I nodded affirmatively. “Do you really have to go? I can drive you to work in the morning.” He sounded forlorn.
I smiled and reached out for his face, “I have no clothes here. I don’t have my charger for my cell, none of my toiletries or medications. I haven’t even washed my clothes. Saturday is my one day off and I didn’t get to do my normal routine today.”
“I’m sorry. I wish I hadn’t had to go earlier. I feel like I wasted your time.”
I took his chin in my hand and admonished him, “You didn’t waste my time. I can’t think of a better way to spend my Saturday. This was an unexpected and welcomed encounter.” I kissed his mouth, finding his tongue and showing him the passion he stimulates in me.
I pulled away when I felt him tugging my body to his pelvis. We both sighed, his breath on my face, and the heat from his body caused my heart to palpitate faster. “Let me get dressed and I’ll drive you. We can grab dinner.”
“I can get a cab. I have food at home. I just don’t have the time for eating out.”
“Not looking like that you won’t.”
“Like what?”
“You have a soiled dress. You have a bandage on your shin. You look like you’ve completed a marathon of shame.” I looked myself up and down and we laughed. He’s right. Besides, I really wanted to be awake while I rode in his Range Rover.
“I’ll wait till you dress.” He went back to his room to get ready.
***
I walked to the elevator and pressed the down button while he locked the front door of his apartment. The hallway was just as luxurious as his apartment. There was a large beveled mirror above a long foyer table. The table was adorned with a few decorative pieces. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked horrid. I needed makeup to be with this God of a man. My hair was all over the place. I couldn’t contain these curls without washing and conditioning, and then putting a week’s worth of products to tame the frizz. I hadn’t had a haircut in a year. Chelz offered to pay for a spa day before her wedding, but I didn’t want to impose on her. She has a very pricey wedding to pay for. I’ve been saving for a decent haircut to be presentable as maid of honor in her wedding party.
I ran my fingers through my hair hoping to subdue the volume when he walked up behind me and put his hand on my hip, and pushed his pelvis against my buttocks. With the heels, I was perfectly positioned at his crotch. He rubbed himself on me, pulling me into him with both hands. From my hips, his hands gripped at the fabric of my trench and dress and inched it up with his fingers. He burrowed his mouth at my neck and gav
e me small bites up to my ear.
“What if the elevator comes? People will see my marathon of shame.” I said. He laughed. His breath on my ear arousing me further, and I laid my head back on his chest, watched him grind into me, kissing and biting on my neck and ears. I needed this not to end.
“These elevators are notoriously slow. We’re on the 30th floor, so we could do all sorts of things until it arrives.” He banged me into the table under the mirror. The vase of flowers, books and clock clanged as he pumped and rubbed me into the table. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted to raise my coverings further and have him enter me from behind.
The elevator dinged to signal its arrival. He growled at the interruption, smoothing my dress down and kissing me sweetly on the back of my ear. He took my hand, turned me toward the opening doors. There was a family of three inside with a beautiful little girl whom the father carried in his arms. She must have been no more than two-years-old. For a moment, I wanted to be that family. I suppressed the notion that me and Dashing would create something more than one lustful afternoon.
We nodded and he extended an, ‘evening’ to the family. I smiled at the little girl and she gave me the most precious little giggle and smile, extending her hand to me. My heart melted. I felt him grip my hand tighter. I looked up at him and his eyes went from the little girl to me. He smiled down at me and interlocked our fingers. I leaned into him a bit more feeling his warm, strong body. The act was so much more intimate than a one-night-stand. I felt like it was a long lasting romantic relationship, but I immediately realized how ridiculous I was being.
When we reached the ground floor, he held my hand as we walked through the spectacular lobby. The foyer looked like a five star hotel entry with lots of expensive marbled tiling and modern furnishings. I didn’t even want to think of how much it cost to live here. My tiny studio wouldn’t come close. I wouldn’t dare let him in to see how simply I lived.
