Rebound

by Rosemary Rey

  TWELVE

  Early Sunday morning, while sleeping in Matt’s bed, I felt the bed dip with the weight of another person. In my sleepy state, I was slow to process Matt’s arm pulling me to his body.

  “Baby, I’m home.” He whispered as he gave me gentle kisses on my neck. My body immediately responded by shuddering under his hold. My nipples puckered, and I grew moist between my folds. I moaned my delight because words failed me as I slowly regained consciousness. I felt his large hands slide up and down my body, feeling the silky fabric of my nightie get warm then cool with the presence and abandonment of his hands. He squeezed and gripped every inch of me as he touched me.

  When I felt his hands cup my breast, his thumb sliding over my beaded nipple, I called out his name, “Matt.” He turned me onto my back and rose over me, slipping in between my thighs, and kissed me with an eagerness that I’d missed since he left for his business trip. His mouth kissed and suckled on my neck. He found my mouth again, tongue darting in my mouth, wrestling with my tongue. We reacquainted ourselves with each other’s mouths, holding on to each other, leaving no space or air between us.

  “I’ve missed you. I need you so bad.” He panted, laying kisses on my neck and ground his erect penis into my tender cut. I moaned in appreciation.

  “What are you doing here? I thought you were arriving this afternoon?” I asked hoarsely, my legs wrapping themselves around his waist and my arms wrapped around his neck, my awareness fully returned.

  “I tagged along on a private jet with the executives from the soccer team. I wanted to see you before you have to go off to work.” He continued kissing me as he started pulling off my nightie, my body instinctively lifting and arching for him to easily remove the flimsy fabric. After he got it over my arm and head, I pulled my other arm away from the strap of the nightie and he tossed it beside him. “I like you naked in bed, but that was nice and soft.” He returned to his deep kisses. I melted at his licks and kisses.

  I pulled away from his deep kiss. “I’m not going to work. I took the day off. I planned a special meal for you.”

  “No gym?” He sucked and bit my jaw.

  “No gym.” I moaned.

  “No Inn?” He nibbled on my neck.

  “No Inn. Don’t mark me, Matt. I’m staying with you today. Unless you have other plans?” And with that response, his affection was more vigorous. He rose up to his knees and pulled down my panties over my hips and thighs.

  “The only plans I have is to be buried inside of you all day and night.”

  “I do have to cook.” I pulled at his t-shirt and lifted it over his abdomen. I trailed my fingers over his tight, sculpted stomach as Matt pulled the shirt over his head. He shuddered under my gentle touch of his nipples.

  “I’ll allow you to cook, but the rest of the time you’ll be naked in bed. We have a lot of catching up to do. I want you so bad, Baby. I want to taste you. I want your mouth on me. I want to be inside you. I don’t know what to do first. I missed you so much.” He dipped to kiss me. We groaned simultaneously, he because of his need for me and I because of his words, as he ground into my clit with his tight jeans. He rose up on his palms, grinding into me, and I heard a growl escape his mouth.

  “If I’m going to be naked, so do you.” I pulled at his jeans. He unbuckled his belt with a big grin on his perfect mouth. I reached to unbutton and unzip his jeans. “You’re so slow. Lie on your back.” I prompted. A sly smile appeared on his face, confirming that he liked when I took over and commanded him into satisfaction.

  Once he was on his back, I knelt over him. I grabbed at the waistband on each side of his hip, feeling his skin on the back of my fingers, he shivered from my touch. I proceeded to pull down his jeans along with his underwear over the mound of his buttocks, and carefully releasing his erect cock. I managed to pull them down to his knees, and he helped by gently kicking them down his calves. Once off his feet, I threw his jeans and underwear toward the opposite wall.

  I lay over his body, feeling his warm skin on my skin. His arms wrapped around me, holding me tight as we kissed passionately. I pulled away to kiss around his jaw, feeling the bristles of his beard. I pressed my cheek to his as I nibbled on his ear. The hair prickled and aroused me further, thinking about how his beard felt between my legs. He smelled so sweet and manly. I didn’t realize how much I missed his particular smell. I was comforted by his touch, smell, and feel, and I couldn’t get enough. In an instant, I could understand why his wife had such difficulties with his traveling. He was so intoxicating while present you’re unaware of the pain of withdrawal until he returns and you want to consume all of him . . . to the last drop.

  I pulled away from his hold and moved to the side of his body. I turned to face his cock and moved my body to straddle his face, giving him access to my eager pussy. He groaned as he drove his tongue inside my cut while I licked and suckled gently on his crown and cupped his sack. I stroked his length with my free hand and took him into my mouth as much as allowed, his length too long for me to take him in to the root. My free arm held me up so that I wouldn’t put all my weight on him. I missed his smell, his taste, the smoothness of his shaft, the hardness of his muscles, and his tender hold. From the sounds of his moans and feel of his licks, dips and suckles, he missed me too.

  I bobbed up and down his cock as I stroked at the base, and he thrust gently upwards, finding a rhythm. I tried not to writhe while on him. I wanted him to have total control, but it was impossible to sync it all. I felt him enter two long fingers into my opening. His thumb applied pressure as it circled my clit. His tongue and thumb alternated attention on my clit, and the waves of orgasm started building in my core. Once I knew I was beyond the point of no return, I released him from my mouth, and steadied myself. One last suckle of the sensitive nub, I arched my back and I went over the edge, shuddering and clenching my core around his fingers.

  I moved from straddling him. I didn’t take time to recover from my climax because I wanted to get him off. I reached over to his drawer and pulled out a condom. He groaned, “Eventually, you’re going to have to let me in bare.” I leaned over him and kissed him, tasting and smelling my juices on his beard. I licked at his beard and kissed him deeply, my tongue playing with his. I pulled away to remove the rubber from the foil, and rolled the condom on his shaft, and lay beside him.

  “Take me.” I whispered. Matt rolled onto my body, and I parted my legs for him to enter me. I felt the passion dissipate a little with his expressed need to go bare. Despite his showing me his medical records and knowing he’s clean, I wasn’t ready to allow him to be inside me without a barrier. I needed to play these encounters safe. Either of us could lose interest and I didn’t want to be careless and create a bad habit.

  Who was I kidding? I couldn’t foresee losing interest in him. Ever.

  Matt rhythmically drove inside of me with his full length. He gathered my legs by the ankles and placed them on his left shoulder. He pumped in an out of my went channel, leaving just the tip at my entrance each time.

  “I’ve missed this . . . I’ve missed you . . . Don’t ever leave me . . . I need you.” He revealed each sentiment with each thrust. He parted my legs and lifted my lower body up, holding my hips as he drove into me. The sounds of our bodies joining at our core increased my arousal. I needed him closer, softer, and slower. I parted my legs to lay on each side of him. He lowered himself onto me, kissing me gently, and slowing his movement when my hand on his buttock set the pace. As he thrust, I writhed up to meet him at each stroke. I felt a wave of emotion, the tears gathered at the back of my eyes. The room wasn’t dark enough to hide them from him. I struggled to fight the tears back, but the tears streamed nonetheless.

  “What’s wrong? Am I hurting you, baby?” He asked with concern in his voice stopping, his hardness still inside of me.

  “No. I’m fine. Really fine. It’s just the connection. I missed you.” I clenched my pussy, and pulled his ass closer to continue his thrusts. I wi
ped at the tears of my right side. He wiped the tears on my left temple and kissed me gently, just like I needed. His thrusts increased in pace. I felt his fingers touch my clit to prompt me toward orgasm. He never failed to make me come. When he felt me clenching my core in orgasm, I felt him jerk to release.

  Matt lay down on my left side still within me, holding me close with his strong arm. He cupped my face with his free hand and urged my face forward to meet his. He gave me a soft peck on the lips. We continued to give each other soft kisses. It was so loving and romantic. I felt an attachment, a need to be with him for more than just sex. His flaccid cock recoiled from my folds. After a few more kisses, he pulled away and said, “I’ll be right back.” He went to the bathroom. I stood and went to the other bathroom to relieve myself and clean up.

  When I returned to the master bedroom, he was already in bed. “Come to bed.” He said while extending his hand to me. I walked over to him and gave him a kiss. He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me over and onto the bed like I weighed no more than a feather. I felt myself cream with need.

  “Unless you’re ready to go again, stop being so damn sexy.” I warned.

  “Oh, so you’re ready for me.” He grinned.

  “Baby, when it comes to you, I’m ready every nanosecond. You must be tired and we have all day.” I said as I moved to lie beside him. I tucked my toes under the covers and wriggled down to rest against his hard body. “Turn over.” I asked.

  “Why?”

  “Cause I want to spoon you.”

  “You what?”

  “I want to spoon you. You know, hold you from behind.” He looked at me like I was crazy. “Seriously, babe, turn over. If you hold me to your chest, we’ll never get any rest.” He turned over on his side, which from previous experience, I noted he loved sleeping on his right side. I pressed my breasts to his back. He felt so warm. My body tucked behind his muscular body. I snaked my arm around his waist and pressed my check to his back. He pulled my arm to his chest and kissed my fingers.

  “I don’t think that your tits pressed against my back and your pussy against my ass is going to make me less horny.” I laughed, and his chuckle rumbled our bodies.

  “You’re so comfy and I love feeling up your body, but you’re always the one to spoon. Since you left, I’ve just wanted to hold you like this even though we don’t match up in size. So be quiet and go to sleep and I’ll see you later in the morning.” I kissed him on the back and snuggled closer. Our breathing settled into the same pace. We fell asleep with him in my arms.

  ***

  I was awoken by the sound of Matt’s phone ringing. I knew it wasn’t mine because it didn’t sound like any of my ring tones. I felt him stir before me. I moved away from him to fetch my phone so I could see the time. It was after eleven in the morning. Matt sleepily grabbed his phone and answered it. I listened as he greeted the caller. He turned onto his back and put his arm over his eyes, shielding from the sunlight peeking through the sheer drapes. I’d forgotten to adjust the light blocking drapes on the window wall of his master bedroom.

  “I just got in.” He responded to the caller. “That’s today?” Matt paused as he listened. “Man. I’m jet lagged. My girl is here. Can’t we reschedule?” I tuned in to his claiming me as his girl. Internally, I shrieked with glee. “Well, then I’m bringing my girl.” I suddenly got nervous. Where was he planning to take me? “What time? Where?” He hummed in understanding. “We’ll be there at 6. Everyone better be on their best behavior tonight with my girl around. And make sure everybody tells their hens, especially your’s, to include my girl.” Pause. “Yeah, later.” He hung up, sighed and tossed the phone back on the side table. “Fuck.” He whispered.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked hoping he would tell me what the call was all about.

  “You told me that you were going to cook for me, but that was my friend reminding me of an event. I forgot that I’m scheduled to have dinner tonight with my friends. We have dinner once at least once a month. We can’t miss our get-togethers unless it’s an emergency. I have to go to dinner and I’d like for you to join us.” I was excited to meet his friends, but I was nervous that I wouldn’t measure up.

  I paused to think about my readiness to meet his friends. I needed to know more about them. I decided to ask, “Who am I meeting?”

  “Well, there are four of them. There’s Brady. He’s dating the blonde you thought was my girlfriend. He’s a corporate executive. He’s a bit judgmental and aloof, so don’t take anything he does or says personally. There’s Kent. He’s travels for his business. He’s based between Boston and Las Vegas. Lark is the youngest one of us. He was in our year in school. He’s a genius and skipped ahead a few grades, ending up in our class year. His parents thought he was mature enough to go away to boarding school, but they didn’t consider how much he’d be taunted, so we protected him. He used to be so awkward, but now, he changes women more than he does his underwear. Stay away from him. He likes brunettes with curves, like you.” He said pulling me to him and kissing my neck. His hand went from my waist down my hip and thigh. He pulled me in for a kiss.

  “You said there were four. That was three. Who’s left?” I prompted.

  “That would be Zipper. His real name is Kevin Zipperer, but we just call him Zipper. Everyone does. He’s an attorney. He’s usually the life of the party. He’s extremely funny, can work a room. My best buddy. He’s like a brother. We were roommates in school. He has a long term girlfriend, being the most monogamous out of the bunch. Other than me, of course.” He gave me a kiss in confirmation. I ran my finger down his cheek. “His girlfriend is Jenna. They’ve been together for a couple of years. I thought they’d get married by now, but I think because of my divorce, he got cold feet.”

  “What about the girlfriends of the other two? What do you know about them?” I asked out of need to gauge how I would fall in the hierarchy of the group. “Well, I don’t know who Kent is dating because he’s been traveling, so it may be a flavor of the week.” Was I a flavor of the week? I wondered. “Lark is pretty much the same because he’s a man whore. And girls love him and the money he throws around. I gave a warning to Brady that everyone is to behave tonight. I don’t want them scaring you off.”

  “Are you sure you want me there? I don’t want you to feel like you have to take care of me when you should be with your friends.” I wasn’t sure if I wanted to meet with a big group.

  “Of course I want you there. I want to spend the day with you. You took the day off to be with me, and I’m not going anywhere without you. Yes, I have a stupid pact with my friends, but it doesn’t mean we don’t bend the rules and not include our dates.”

  “Did your ex-wife go to the dinners too?” After I asked it, I instantly felt regret.

  “Yeah. I took her a few times. She knew Jenna, but I wouldn’t say that they were friends.” I wondered if they got along. My silence must have worried him. “It’ll be a great dinner. We’re going to Carve, which is a fantastic steak restaurant. The guys and I will talk in private before we eat and you can meet with the girls. You’re great with people, so there shouldn’t be a problem. Okay?”

  He nuzzled my neck and nipped under my ear. My nipples pearled from the moment he touched me. His hand roamed up my midsection and cupped my breast. His head dipped down to take my nipple in his mouth, and I arched my back, pushing myself to him as he squeezed my other nipple. He kissed his way to my other breast and suckled the other one. I moaned as he gently bit it and flicked it with his tongue. He knew exactly how to love my body. “I love your boobs.”

  “Is that the medical term, Doctor?”

  “Yes.” He climbed over my body and rested in between my legs. “You’re coming with me. I want you there. I’m sorry that it changed our plans, but we’ll be together.” He humped me. I moaned when his pelvis ground into my mound. We kissed, our tongues joining and weaving around, darting in and out of each other’s mouths. Matt pulled back his bottom half and I cou
ld feel the tip of erection seeking entry. I was surprised, then I became annoyed at his sneaky maneuver.

  I gasped, clenched my pussy, and twisted my legs to prevent his impermissible entry. “Matt, I’ll go with you, but I need to cook the roast now and freeze it, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to make it in the future. I’d hate for it to go to waste.” I said, passive aggressively. I didn’t want to call him on almost breaking my rule. “I don’t have anything to wear here. Can you run me over to my place to pick up a dress and heels?”

  “You want to do all of those things now.” He looked from my face to our lower half a couple of times.

  “Yes. It’ll be noon soon, and there is so much to do.”

  “I was kinda in the middle of something.”

  “No. You were ready to be in the middle of something when I stopped you from doing something I really wasn’t ready for.” I stared in his eyes.

  “Can I be in the middle of something, if I grab a condom?”

  “Always.” With a grunt, he reached over to his drawer and pulled out a foil. He rolled it in place.

  “Hey.” I placed my hands on his belly to stop him. “Don’t fuck me annoyed because I’m not ready to have sex without a condom.”

  “I’m not annoyed.” He sat back on his heels, a hint of frustration in his voice. I rose up to sit in front of him, my legs on either side of his legs.

  “You are. Look, I understand. I just want to explain, if I hadn’t already made it clear when you showed me your test results. Not using a condom takes an infinite amount of trust. Not just trust in you, but in myself. I’m not saying that I don’t trust you, even if it is implied by my request to use a condom. I just need time to believe that this between us is a long term possibility and not a week or month long whim. I’m thinking of you as much as I’m thinking of me.”