Rebound

by Rosemary Rey

  “Will you join me?” I asked, not wanting him to leave my side.

  “I will join you as soon as I get your clothes in the washer. I’ll wash you, dry you off, and brush your teeth. I’ll carry you to bed and tuck you in.” He reached underneath my back and pulled me up to standing. He took my hand in his and walked me to the bathroom. He turned on the steam shower, which was spacious enough for two people. “This is digital. You can change the heat setting on it to adjust the temp of the water. I like it at one hundred and fifteen degrees, but you may want it at a lower temp because I don’t want you to be any hotter than you already are.” He grinned.

  “I think I can manage it. I’ll be waiting for you.” I smiled.

  I stepped into the shower. He lingered a bit, watching me as I adjusted the temperature, making the water hotter. I looked over and made a ‘shoo’ motion with my hand. The temperature reached an acceptable level of heat. I stood under the pulsating stream without wetting my hair. I put my hair in a bun, not wanting to get my hair drenched, but I figured that I’d have to get over it when Matt enters the shower. He may not understand a woman’s hair issues. I made sure not to lather up, waiting for him to come back and do that to me. I pressed some more buttons, which changed the way the water streamed out of the shower heads. I received the best massage on my back. I angled the lower shower heads to send pressurized water to my back and butt.

  Within a few minutes, the glass door opened, and a divinely naked Dashing stepped in. My heart leapt in my chest. The nervous fluttering in my belly was taking my breath away. He reached for my hip and pulled me to him. The moment our bodies touched, I gasped with desire, feeling a craving for him to be inside me. He took the body wash and sponge, and squeezed the liquid onto the moistened sponge.

  “Turn around.” I complied as he started soaping up my arms and then on my back. He lathered my ass slowly. He held my stomach as he lowered his torso and arms to lather the back of my legs. When he was done with the back, he turned me around, he leaned into my neck and kissed and bit my flesh. He gently scrubbed my chest and then lathered my breasts. When he cupped them, he rubbed my nipples with his thumbs, and he kissed me. I moaned under his seductive touch. His mouth was insatiable. His hands knew exactly what to do to please me.

  He pulled away and lathered by stomach and then sponged at my pussy, fingering me. With the other hand he fingered inside my ass cheeks. The sensation of being stroked in both places at once was orgasmic. I groaned as I lifted my leg for him to have better access to both regions.

  “I don’t know how you know what I need, but never stop giving it to me.” I said before kissing him. He turned me to the shower and rinsed me off.

  “Let’s get to bed.” He turned off the shower. After opening the glass door, he reached for a bath sheet from the towel rack. It was so warm that I suspected it was a towel warmer. There was so much thought to everything in this bathroom.

  He towel dried my body from the top to the bottom until I was dry, and wrapped me in the towel. He took another towel and dried himself. I watched longingly as he dried his amazing physique. He placed the towel back on the rack and stood naked beside me.

  “I have an extra toothbrush.” He set about putting toothpaste on the toothbrush. He came back over to me, and walked me to the sink. “Open.” He brushed my teeth gently. He brought a cup of water to my lips, and I took a mouthful of water to rinse, spitting out in the sink. He rinsed the toothbrush and placed it beside his on the counter. He wiped my mouth with a corner of the towel and gave me a little peck on the lips, which brought a smile to face.

  Matt lifted me tightly into his body and carried me back to the bedroom, snugged in the towel. I felt incredibly worshipped. I suppressed the tears that welled up in eyes. I was sure that my eyes reddened from the swelling capillaries. I sniffled a bit. The light in his bedroom was dimmed by use of only one lamp at his bedside. He lowered me to my feet.

  He took off my towel, and turned down the bed covers. “Get in bed. I’m going to check on your clothes, put them in the dryer, and turned everything off in the apartment. I’ll be right back.” He covered me with the bedding after I slinked into bed. He gave me a kiss, and entered the bathroom. I felt so relaxed, pampered, and the one word that kept running through my mind, ‘love’. I felt love like I’d never felt before. I tried to shake that feeling off. How could a man that I met a few days ago, my doctor, make me feel more loved than by a man I was married to for six years?

  After several minutes, he returned and turned off the light on his nightstand. The room was dark, like it was when I woke up in this room yesterday. He slipped under the covers and pulled me close to his chest, our fronts facing. He gave me a soft kiss on the lips.

  “Thank you for taking care of me tonight. Have you always been so romantic?”

  “You make it easy to take care of you. I wouldn’t say what I did tonight is romantic. I did what I wanted to do, take care of you, enjoy our time together, and I want to sleep beside you again.”

  “That right there. The statements you made are romantic. Those are words women want to hear.” I pulled my hand to my mouth and yawned.

  “Go to sleep. You’re tired. We can talk in the morning.”

  “So no sleepy sex for me?”

  “You’re up for sleepy sex?”

  “The question is, are you ‘up’ for sleepy sex?” I touched his semi erect penis. Feeling it pulse in my hand. We kissed, our tongues knowing how to seek and entwine, our desire building. He was tender in his touch, pulling me under him and parting my legs, his hard penis rubbing on my mound. My legs poised to his sides. His hips rose and I could feel the tip of his penis seeking entry.

  “Matt, condom, please.” I whispered while pushing his hips away from me.

  He stopped kissing me and sighed. “I’ve gotta prove to you that I’m clean because not feeling your warmth and wetness is breaking me.”

  “But until then, put one on. Please, baby.” I said sweetly.

  He groaned, reaching over to retrieve one from his drawer. I stroked him while he removed the condom from the packaging. He rolled it over his erection and lowered himself onto me.

  I reached between his legs and grasped his erection, running the tip over my entrance, and slipping it into my opening. We both gasped at his entry. I writhed up to meet him, wanting to take him all in, our pelvises joining, rubbing into my clit. He leaned on his forearms as he slowly thrust into me, and I rose to meet him at each tender drive. I held onto his hips, keeping him close, keeping the momentum as my climax was building. I was quickly becoming addicted to him.

  He rose up on his hand and touched my neck softly, bringing his hands around my chest, squeezing my breasts, circling my nipples with the palm of his hand. I arched my back at the sensations coursing through my body. His hand went down my belly toward my mound. His thumb reached my clitoris and circled with applied pressure. I moaned my pleasure. My writhing increased to release myself from the building orgasm. The tempo of his thrusts remained the same, but the circling of my already sensitive clit was faster until he pinched it. I climaxed, yelling with abandon.

  He thrust a couple more times until he came apart with a grunt, and gently lowered himself onto my body. I caressed his back as our heartbeats and breathing returned to normal. Matt pushed himself off of me and went into the bathroom, turning on the light, and closing the door. The loss of him, even for that moment, made me rethink my stance on this condom thing. I’ve been on the pill for years, and never stopped despite being single and celibate. There was a part of me that couldn’t trust. I needed a physical barrier because I wouldn’t allow myself to connect on a deeper level.

  When he returned, he slipped into his side of the bed. I snuggled into his body, my back to his front, feeling his hard curves. I grabbed his arm, hugging it in between my breasts. I kissed his hand. I fell into the deepest sleep. I had the best sleep beside a loving man since my marriage ended. If it ended tomorrow, I would still feel more compl
ete than I’ve ever felt as a woman.

  TEN

  As I slept on my stomach, I felt light touches on my back. Fingertips softly touched my skin in circles from right to left, and back and forth until the tips trailed down to my lower back. A tingling session began from my core and coursed throughout my body. I moaned when his hands rubbed and squeezed my ass. I rocked from side to side, wanting to sleep, but not wanting the touching to stop. Matt planted kisses on my shoulder, moved to my neck, and when I turned my head to face him, he kissed my lips. I smiled as I opened my eyes to look at him.

  His gorgeous face smiled at me. “Good Morning.” He caressed my cheek, and I turned to my side to face him.

  “What time is it?” I asked because I felt like I needed more sleep, but being Monday, I knew he needed to get to work.

  “8:00.”

  “8:00?” I hopped up to sit on my knees, trying to cover myself with the bedding. “Won’t you be late for work? I’m sorry that I overslept.”

  “Relax. I’ll get to work. I’m a partner in the practice, I won’t get fired for going in later. Besides I have a business meeting near Duration at ten.” He rose up to kiss me.

  “Matt, I have morning breath.” I said, putting my hand over my mouth. He pulled my hand down and laid me on my side next to him.

  “It doesn’t bother me. I like the way you smell, from top to bottom.” He kissed me, turned me onto my back, and climbed on top of me. He was cold, stealing my warmth. I noticed he was dressed in a tank and running shorts.

  “You’re dressed, and cold. Where did you go?” I asked, whimpering from the goosebumps that rose on my skin.

  “I went for a run outside.” He nuzzled my neck, sucking and kissing.

  “So you’re all sweaty and cold, stealing my body heat—that’s not very gentlemanly.” I said, distracted by the rubbing of his covered penis on my pussy. My legs had instinctively opened, allowing him instant access. I rubbed my feet on his calves trying to warm him up. He kissed me sweetly. I moaned when his rubbing parted my pussy lips, and his covered penis entered slightly. I gasped and bucked underneath him.

  “I love your wake up call. Little massages are my favorite, but we should get ready for work.” I ran my legs up and down the back of his thighs. He ignored me by continuing his dry thrusts.

  “You feel so good and you’re so warm. I like you in my bed, having you here when I need you, waking up next to you when I want you. I wish I could stay in bed with you all day.” He whispered. His tongue entered my mouth and interlaced with mine as he lifted me on top of him. He took the covers and wrapped them over my back, keeping me cocooned by his body.

  Blindly, I reached over to his drawer and sought a condom. I lifted up, pulled down his shorts and underwear to reveal his erect penis, ran my fist up and down his length as he writhed underneath me. I tore open the condom and rolled it over his penis, slipping him into my needy pussy. We both moaned at our joining. I rose up and down on his thick shaft. I put my hand under his shirt, needing to feel more of his skin. His hands guided my hips to continue a rhythm. He slid his hands up my torso and grasped my breasts, his index and ring fingers grasped my nipples and pinched in between as he cupped them, making them harder with each squeeze.

  He released one breast and brought his magical thumb to my clit and rubbed. Immediately my pleasure overtook me and the ripples of orgasm flowed from my core throughout my body. Without withdrawing, Matt turned me onto my back and proceeded to thrust within me. I clutched at his ass, prompting him to continue his fast strokes. We locked eyes, the intensity in our gaze made me feel like this wasn’t just sex. We created a deeper connection.

  He closed his eyes and leaned in to kiss me. I felt an overwhelming feeling of emotion. Within seconds, I felt him jerk as he climaxed, relaxing down onto my body. From under his shirt, I massaged his back, pressing him down harder onto me.

  “We should get up. Let’s take a shower. You have to go to work, and I should check in at the office.” He said impassively, breaking the bond that tied us moments ago.

  “Okay. Is something wrong?” I caressed his chin with my thumb and forefinger. I felt a bit of an emptiness at the moment of his release.

  “No. No. Just want to get you to work on time.”

  “Matt, I can take the train to work. It’s a couple of stops away from here. You don’t have to drive me everywhere.”

  “I want to. I like spending as much time with you as I can. I like you close.” I smiled and kissed him.

  He pulled out of me and went into the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on and I leapt out of bed to join him. With the glass door held open, he extended his hand out, inviting me in. I took his hand and tiptoed up to give him a peck on the lips. I walked into the pulsating hot water.

  “Aye, caliente. It’s too hot for me, Matt.” I squealed.

  “Shit, perdóname. Costumbre. Force of habit. Are you okay?” He replied in perfect accented Spanish. He pressed the button to lower the temperature.

  We lathered up quickly. I rinsed myself off. “I’m gonna get dressed.” I exited the shower, grabbed the towel from the warmer, and slipped the bath sheet around me. I went straight to the sink to brush my teeth.

  I heard him cut off the shower. Within seconds, he stood beside me at the sink. He picked up a razor from the container.

  “You’re not shaving are you?” I asked with concern in my voice.

  “No. Just cleaning up around the edges. Why?”

  “I love your beard. Makes you look distinguished, mature, sexy. It accentuates your strong jawline, and distracts from your adorable dimples.” I revealed. I gave him a kiss after rinsing my mouth. I settled the toothbrush on the holder where he left it last night.

  “I’ll remember that.” He grinned. I walked off into the bedroom. “Your clothes are on the dresser.” He yelled out. I found my clothes neatly folded on the dresser. I loved the smell of freshly laundered clothes. I sniffed my panties before I put them on.

  “Did I just see you sniff your underwear?” He asked with a laugh.

  Humiliation flushed my cheeks. “Yes. I love the smell of fresh clothes. And I’m not ashamed.” I was embarrassed because he caught me and called me out on it. “It’s something my mom would do when she folded clothes after the dryer. It’s like when she smelled an article of clothing, she was recalling a special memory. When she got sick, I used to wash her clothes and she’d sniff them after I’d hand her something to wear. It didn’t matter that I used the same detergent for everyone’s clothes, it still smelled like her. Dumb, huh?”

  He walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me, pressing my side to his front. He nuzzled my neck and gave me a kiss on the head. He smelled wonderful. His body was warm and soft despite his hard muscles. Tears came to my eyes.

  “Wow, after all this time, I’m still crying at such a tiny memory.” A tear streamed down.

  “How long has it been? Since she died.”

  “Twelve years ago. I was sixteen. Ugh. I’ve got to pull myself together. Sorry about that.” I took a corner of the towel and dabbed at my eyes.

  “No need to apologize. It’s nice to learn more about you. It’s a sweet memory.”

  I gave him a tender kiss on the lips, appreciating his support and affection when I was most emotional. I then realized we were both naked, with the exception of the towel wrapped around his hips.

  “Do you want breakfast? I can make us something to eat?” I peered at the clock and figured I can whip up something and be able to leave by 9:15 a.m.

  “Sure, I like it when my women cook.”

  “Women? How many women are there, Doctor?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

  “Glynnis. My mom. My sister. You.” He winked.

  “Good to know. Let me get dressed because us naked together spells trouble.” He laughed.

  I dressed quickly and went to the kitchen to see what I could make. I found the frying pan and preheated it while I looked for ingredients to make an omelet. I p
ulled out green onions, bacon, eggs, cheese and mushrooms. I cooked the bacon in the micro, chopped the veggies, cracked the eggs, and later crumbled the bacon. I cooked my omelet without the cheese, and then proceeded to make Matt’s with the cheese. With all the dairy in his fridge, I figured he was safe from an allergy.

  As I served his omelet on the plate, he stepped out of his room dressed in a blue dress shirt and navy suit. His tie was red with a repeating pattern. He looked so, well, dashing. He was the true definition.

  “You look so handsome. I haven’t seen you wear a suit, oh, in all of the five days that we know each other.” I smiled.

  “Thanks.” He replied shyly. “Smells great in here.” He came over to the counter. He pulled out both our chairs as I placed our plates in the usual place where we’ve sat. I walked around the counter. He waited to help me get seated. Swoon. He sat down and dug into his food.

  “Wow! This is amazing. Where did you learn to cook? You seem to be able to come up with something out of thin air?”

  “First of all, thank you. Second, you have a ton of things in that fridge, thanks to Glynnis. I’ve been cooking since I was really young. My mom was ill for most of my life. My dad worked so many hours. It was only me and mom because my half siblings, my dad’s kids were older and ran the streets, so it was just the two of us at home. My siblings left when I was about twelve. It was either learn to cook or wait till my dad got home at about ten o’clock to eat dinner. I had to shop and learn things from my mom’s instructions. She was the best cook. Nothing that I make today, even with her specific instructions in my mind would ever come close to her food. Now, I cook out of necessity. Cost cutting measure.” I stopped rambling and took a bite of my eggs. It was yummy.

  “You had to grow up pretty quickly, didn’t you?”

  “Yeah, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. It’s made me stronger, tougher, semi bad ass.” I smiled and listened to him laugh. We ate quietly.