by Rosemary Rey
“I get it.” He kept his gaze to the side, and sighed.
“Do you? Really? Because you grunt and groan, and your little comments aren’t going unnoticed. It’s making me really uncomfortable.” He turned to look at me with wide eyes.
“I’m sorry. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. I just . . .” He rubbed his hand through his hair. “I just feel that connection with you. I’ve not felt this way in a long time or with anyone else since . . . you know . . . my ex-wife. I just want to feel everything with you. I trust you and I hoped that you trust me.”
“I have a lot of trust in you. I just don’t need to go raw to feel I trust you. I’m here, right?” I rose up on my knees before him and cupped his face. “Before you came along I was over the idea of being with anyone else. I wasn’t actually looking or pursuing any kind of relationship, sexual or emotional. Give me time. This has only been a week. It took me six months of dating to sleep with my ex-husband, and he’s the only other man I’ve ever been with, so all these emotions and sensations are new. I need time to process it.” I gave him a kiss. He pulled me to him. My chest pressed to his. His hands went around my waist pulling me onto his lap. I straddled him feeling his semi-hard cock start to swell at my folds. I held onto him by the shoulders.
He reached between us and rubbed the tip of his rubber clad cock with my juices. He guided me onto him and cupped my buttocks to join us deeper. I gasped in a mix of pleasure and pain. With his hands he guided my legs to wrap around his waist. I was so turned on by his strength and virility. He was more of a man than I’d ever hoped for. I groaned from the way he picked me up and brought me down on his shaft.
“You’re so fucking sexy. I want you so much, Matt.” I groaned my desire, and threw my head back, reveling in the sensations. I put my feet down on either side of him and put my head back. He held me by the ass and ground me into him. I arched back and put my arms behind me, finding a rhythm as we joined our core. I reclined back, allowing him to hover over me. His pace increased, our bodies moving steadily. My hands reached out for anything to hold onto, trying to stop myself from grabbing and scratching his beautiful body. Our breath was ragged, but we managed to kiss. Even with us closely attached, I needed him. He still felt so far away. I didn’t know if I imagined it because of my insecurities, or if I sensed that he was holding back.
“Come for me, baby.” With his thumb, he circled my clit as he thrust into me. I put my hands on his shoulders and writhed up until the pressure in my core built with orgasm. “I’m gonna come, baby . . . please.” With that expressed need, I thrust up and came with a guttural cry. Matt drove hard into me and came. He continued with small pumps until he emptied himself completely. He fell over me and panted until his breath evened out.
I stroked his back as the waves of pleasure coursed through our bodies. We remained wrapped in each other’s arms as our bodies recovered from the impact of our passion. “I’m not going to survive these sexual exploits, if I don’t consume a lot of liquids and food.” We laughed easily.
“You rest. I’m going to take a quick shower and make us a quick brunch, so I can make the roast. Then once that finishes roasting, we’ll go to my place so I can pick up something to wear. It will give us plenty of time to get ready for our dinner at six.”
“Do you always have to plan out everything step by step?”
“Yep.” I gave him a peck and pushed him off just enough to slink out from under him. I walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower, setting it to my favored temperature. I clipped my hair up before I entered the shower and began rinsing myself before lathering up. I heard the shower door open and Matt entered. He went in front of the shower’s path and started rinsing. “I was expecting you.” I soaped the body puff and started soaping his chest.
“You’re incredible.” He said before he kissed my forehead. I smiled and gave him a peck on the lips. I concentrated on soaping every inch of his body and turned him around to finish soaping his back and buttocks.
“I love taking care of you.” I said as I rinsed him off. I rinsed the body puff and put more soap to wash my body. I looked down trying to hide my blush when I realized that again I said the word “love”. I hoped he didn’t read into my innocent statements.
“Let me.” He took the puff from my hands and began soaping my body. He looked at me with mischievous eyes and grin.
“Don’t you dare, Matt.”
“What?”
“I already know what that look and grin mean. I have a lot to do. Just wash me and no funny business.”
“This would be so much more fun if you just stand there and let me do my job.”
“You’re awful.”
“Am I?” He leaned in and kissed my neck, taking the flesh between his teeth. I groaned. My nipples hardened and my legs weakened, feeling the stirrings in my core, as I held onto his shoulders. I bit my bottom lip, stopping the urges that were threatening to overtake me. I felt Matt’s hands start to wash the top of my back and slide down to my buttocks. His soapy hands squeezed my buttocks, bringing me closer to his hard on. I was surprised by his insatiability. The soap slid in between my bottom heightened the sensations in my core. His arms started flexing and I rose up on my toes. I gasped as he picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. My arms wrapped around his shoulders. “I want to fuck you so bad in the shower, but it would interfere with your plans.” Undeterred, he continued to kiss me. His tongue ran along my jaw to my neck, where he sucked my tender flesh.
“I’ll make it up to you tonight.” I whispered before I kissed him deeply. He groaned as he pressed me against the cold tiled wall for leverage. I yelped at the cold on my back. His eyes were heavy lidded, desire etched on his face.
“What will you do tonight?” He smiled. Oh, how I missed that smile.
“All sorts of naughty things that you shouldn’t think about now because you’ll want a preview, and there isn’t any time for that.” I said breathily, my heart beating fast. I bit my bottom lip as he ground against me a few times. He lowered me until my toes touched the tile floor.
He took the shower puff and washed me from top to bottom, slowly and deliberately enticing me with kisses and licks. He cleaned every part of me, much like he did the first night he showered me. The emotions welled up in my eyes and I felt the tears would spill. I chastised myself because I couldn’t possibly feel what I was feeling. It was too soon. I’d joked about it. But the reality was there. I was in love. I had fallen hard for Dr. Matthias Keene. If this relationship doesn’t work, would I survive the break?
***
I didn’t have any time to make the roast. All of our extracurricular activities made it impossible to get everything done. Matt took me home to pick up a few things. I packed my best cocktail dress, a shimmery metallic dress with capped sleeves. I also picked up my neutral heels and a few accessories. Matt asked me to spend the week, but I packed enough clothes until Tuesday morning. I planned on spending the rest of the week at home. I was determined to keep my independence and start taking it slower. I was under a sex euphoria, which clouded my expectations and judgment. With the short talks in between all the great sex, we haven’t defined what was happening between us. We’ve jumbled the normal process of dating, and have fallen into a monogamous relationship without the sex-free courting, which I’m used to.
Matt let me get ready in the master bathroom while he used the common bath. I took a quick shower. I styled my shower dampened hair with the assortment of hair products. Once I was done, I moisturized, deodorized and perfumed my body. I kept my makeup light because I hadn’t mastered the art of applying makeup, but I did manage to apply a dazzling shade of red lipstick, which was my go-to makeup trick. After inspecting every inch of myself I dressed in my dress and put on my heels. Matt dressed in his walk in closet and saw the finished product when he exited.
“Wow! You look gorgeous.” He walked over and pulled me by the hips to his body.
“You look very handsome
. I love when you wear suits. You look so debonair.” His black suit was clearly tailored to his body His broad upper body narrowed to a slim waist and hips. He wore a black button down shirt without a tie and left the top two buttons open. His long, wavy, salt and peppery hair was damp and haphazardly styled. He’d trimmed his growing beard. He looked so delectable.
“Stop! You’re going to make me hot and bothered and I’ll sweat and it’ll frizz my hair and I’ll be so pissed at you.” I said, trying to pull away. He was having none of it, and I felt his erection at my hip, as he nuzzled his nose in my hair.
“Maybe, I shouldn’t take you tonight.”
“What? Why?” I asked, alarmed that I may not look appropriate.
“Because I don’t want any of my friends eye fucking you all night.”
“Matt. I doubt that will happen. I would give you a kiss, but I don’t want to ruin my lipstick.” I said, lightly slapping his chest. I finished putting the last item in my clutch. “Are we ready to go?”
“Soon. I just have to finish something in my office. Give me a few minutes?”
“Absolutely.” He kissed my cheek. I took my tablet and went to the living room to sit and read a bit before he was ready to go to the restaurant. I read a few pages before he exited his office.
“I’m ready to go, babe.” I turned off the tablet and put it on the side table. He extended his hand to help me stand up from the couch. He walked ahead of me and grabbed our coats from the closet. He deftly put on his light overcoat while I wrapped my shawl around my neck. He helped me shrug on my trench coat. As he stood behind me, he buttoned my trench coat, working his way slowly from top to bottom while skimming his hands over my body. I shivered under his touch. I willed myself to stop getting wet at his touch. He held me to him and brought his nose to my hair. “You smell so good.” He kissed the back of my ear. I patted his hands, which were still holding me at my belly.
“Let’s go. The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can come home and fuck until we pass out.” I whispered, pulling away, and opened the front door to exit toward the elevators. I must’ve left him stunned because he didn’t follow as quickly. I grinned at him as he quickly locked the door. He walked fast to meet me at the elevator, and grabbed my hand as the doors of the lift opened, an older gentleman exited the elevator and we bid him a ‘good evening’.
“Yep. You’re going to be by my side all night.”
“Why?” I pressed for the parking ramp.
“Didn’t you see the way he looked at you?” He stood close beside me.
“No, Matt. I don’t go around noticing things like that because I told you, I’m not looking. You’re being silly.”
“You have no idea, do you?”
“What?” I looked him in his beautiful brown eyes.
“You don’t notice how you affect men? How they look at you? Not just your beautiful face, but your body. When you make no effort in your appearance, you look beautiful. But when you make yourself up like tonight, like at the club, you’re ravishing. I watched how the men looked at you all night. Do you remember how many men went up to you?”
“They didn’t just go up to me. They went up to my friends to. It didn’t mean anything.”
“Perla, the men tried to talk to you, grabbed your arm or body, and looked at you from head to toe. There were quite a few times where I was ready to lunge at some guy that touched you or got too close on the dance floor.” He seemed to get angry at the memory. I was stunned by his jealousy. I was also aroused by his possessiveness. The elevator arrived at the parking level. We exited hand in hand.
“Listen, Matt. I don’t notice because I’m not looking. And I’m with you, so I wouldn’t even glance another man’s way while we’re together. I’m all yours.” I reached up to kiss him when he opened the car door to let me. He gave me a small peck, preserving my lipstick and preventing his lips from being stained red. He walked around the car to the driver’s side and within minutes we were on our way to Carve for dinner with his friends.
When we arrived at the restaurant our coats were checked and we were escorted to a room in the back. Matt’s friends and their dates were already there. Everyone looked like they came out of a high end magazine. The men were dressed in expensively tailored suits. The women were dressed in tight dresses that showed off their thin frames. They weren’t your average sized women. They were tall, slender, enhanced and overdone. I wondered if there was a photo shoot before dinner. Matt introduced his friends, and each handsome male introduced his date. I shook hands with each woman, limply returning the greeting.
One couple was missing. Matt whispered that Zipper and his date hadn’t arrived. I was overwhelmed already, but plastered a smile that didn’t border on psychotic. Within a few minutes, Zipper arrived with his girlfriend, Jenna. She was beautiful and belonged in the model section of the dinner party. I was to remain the lone normal girl in this soirée. I cursed myself for finally meeting a man that was part of a group of supermodels. Jenna greeted every man with hugs and kisses, and greeted the ladies with a handshake. She came over to me and gave me a warm hug and European kisses on the cheeks. She gave me a heartwarming smile and welcomed me to the group.
Brady spoke to the group at large, “Boys and beautiful ladies, we will start dinner in about an hour, but we men will be meeting in another room. We hope to finish before dinner is set to be served. Please, spend time together. Have drinks and eat. We will see you soon.”
With that speech, Matt brought me close and asked, “Will you be okay?”
I gave him a dazzling smile to rival all smiles, “Of course. You spend time with your friends.” I gave him a peck, and ran my thumb on his lips to wipe a tiny smudge that collected on his bottom lip. He grabbed my hand, gripped my fingers, and gave me a small smile as he pulled away. The men walked out of the room. I joined the ladies in the corner of the room where there were several appetizer plates on a buffet table. The waiter came around and took drink orders. I didn’t want to drink alcohol tonight. I ordered a ginger ale and cranberry juice mix to look like I had a cocktail, and asked the waiter to keep those coming.
Jenna turned to me, “So, I hear that Matt’s quite taken with you. Kevin hadn’t heard him so happy in years. So tell me, how did you two meet?” The other women huddled and talked a few steps away.
“I was a patient. It was completely professional. He’s a member of the gym where I’m Director of Sales. He showed up that afternoon to work out, but we didn’t speak until the end of the week when we were both at Lumiere night club. We started dancing, and we haven’t been apart since. Well, excluding his business trip. He’s great. How about you and Zipper? Sorry, I called him that because Matt calls him that, and he didn’t hide his bromance with Kevin.” I stated.
“I call him Kevin. I can’t call him something that you find on almost every article of clothing.” We laughed. “Kevin and I met in New York City when I was interning at a large hotel. He was there for a conference and I was working hospitality for the event. It was a pretty instant connection. We’ve been dating for two years. I moved to Boston six months ago, and so far, so good. We haven’t killed each other, yet.”
“Are you working in Boston?”
“Yes. I work for one of the companies that Kevin works with. He has an amazing amount of contacts. All the boys do. So how long have you been working for the gym?”
“Just under a year. I started as interim Director, and I’m still on probation, but hope to go full Director status in two months.”
“Had you seen Matt before at the gym?”
“To be honest, I wasn’t noticing anyone at the gym. I was referred to Matt’s practice by a personal trainer who said he was a member. I only noticed him after the doctor’s visit. But I thought it was highly inappropriate to flirt or date my doctor. Thankfully, he didn’t feel the same way.” I smiled. “So how do you like living in Boston?”
“I love it. We live in a Brownstone near Copley that Kevin renovated, so I
’m decorating it right now. I really enjoy my job. It’s challenging. I work for a large hotelier company. I get to travel quite a bit between Boston and Las Vegas. We’re also looking to start expanding to Miami. I can’t wait for those trips. We’ve had so much rain and this was the worst winter in the Northeast. Kevin and I will be traveling at the end of the month, so I can finally have a vacation instead of a working trip.”
“Oh, where are you going?”
“We’re going to The Seychelles. We get to go to the best places. He works hard, but he vacations harder. I’m sure Matt will take you on great vacations. He traveled to so many places with Sonia . . .” She brought her hand to her lips. “Shit. Sorry. That was rude. I’m a chatterbox and my filter often stops working.”
“Jenna, no worries.” I put my hand on her free hand. “I’m divorced too. We all have a history. Matt told me that she would come to these dinners too. I know that you’ve met her and are probably friends.” I did feel a touch of disappointment at hearing about her. I didn’t even know her name until Jenna mentioned it.
“We were friendly, but we weren’t friends.” She pulled me away from the group and we sat at the large round table seating ten comfortably. “She was very haughty. She came from money. These guys all come from money, with the exception of Lark, but they didn’t behave like her. I shouldn’t say anything. I’m sorry.”
“Honestly, I appreciate the heads up. I don’t know anything about her, how, or why their relationship ended. So it’s really comforting that I’m not in competition with his ex.”
“Oh, you’re definitely not. I never understood what Matt saw in her. He was in love, so he definitely was blinded by her charms, but she didn’t have anyone else under her spell.” I wondered if he was under a spell with me.
