by S. E. Rose
And with that, he closes the space between us in a single stride and locks his lips to mine once more. His hands run down my body and find the hem of my dress and begin to pull it up. I gladly stretch my arms up as he glides it over my head. I’m left standing in my best set of useless lace underwear that I brought. Well, really my best set period. I long ago did away with such frivolous things, but I always keep one nice pair, just in case. It looks like “just in case” was a great plan on my part. I watch him study me from top to bottom and I reach for the top button of his shirt. I unbutton each one slowly and then push the fabric back and he lets it fall away from him. He is well-sculpted. He clearly is physically active. His chest and abdomen ripple with well-defined muscles. He has a tattoo of a phoenix on his side, clearly a symbol of his rebellious, misspent youth. His shirt and my dress create a pile of clothes at our feet. I reach for his jeans and undo his buckle and then his button and then slowly pull down the zipper. I can feel his erection against the fabric as I push it down his legs. He steps out of them still keeping his eyes locked on mine.
He pulls my hair down so my face tilts up, exposing my neck to his lips. He gently tugs my ear with his teeth before trailing soft kisses across my cheek until he finds my lips again. I can feel his erection against my belly and I groan softly into his mouth. I put my hands on his chest to steady myself and I feel the ripple of his pectoral muscles against my fingers. I trail them down well-defined abs until I find the elastic of his boxer briefs. I pull at them and he glides them down his muscled legs, allowing his erection to spring free. I try my best not to compare him to Sean. Why am I comparing him to Sean? Why am I thinking of Sean? I push the thought aside as I note his girth. In a trance, I reach out and curl my fingers around his length. My long fingers barely connect as I grasp him and he lets out a gasp. I almost jump back from the noise, but he puts his hand over mine guiding my fingers up and down over him. He looks down at me with hooded eyes and parted lips. Then in another fluid movement, he pulls me in closer, crushing our lips together and I can feel him unhook my bra. He pushes it over my shoulders and it falls onto the pile of clothes. He drops to his knees and gently pulls down the lacey sides of my panties until they too are part of a mountain of fabric at our feet. His hands move from the small of my back down to my ass and he pulls me to him, his nose breathing me in as he plants a small kiss at the junction of my thighs. He slowly rises back up and walks me backward until I find my knees and the backs of my thighs hitting what feels like a bed. It is tall, and I can feel thick, carved wood against my bare legs. I can see bed posts from the corner of my vision and I know it must be an old, ornately carved four-poster that is high enough that a step stool might be required to climb in and out of it.
He reaches under my ass and pulls me up to him as I wrap my legs around his waist. His erection is pressed against my most intimate parts and I let another deep groan escape me. He sets me on the bed and then pulls me across it as he climbs on top of me, his sturdy thighs resting on either side of mine. He looks so hot. I have to blink and I really want to pinch myself. Is this really happening?
“Yes,” he murmurs in my ear as though he has read my mind and my eyes shoot to his. He slowly moves his head down to my neck gently kissing and then his lips brush the top of my left breast while his thumb grazes my right nipple. I almost jump from the sensation. He licks and nips at my taut bud as he continues to caress my other breast. Eventually, he switches and repeats the motion with my other breast, his fingers tormenting the elongated nipple of my left breast.
When he seems fully satisfied by my breasts, he continues down my abdomen, planting soft kisses down it. It tickles, making me squirm. I can feel him grin against my skin. His knee moves over my thigh and then pushes between my legs so that they come apart. He does the same with his other knee, exposing my sex. I internally thank myself for agreeing to get laser hair removal done a few years ago. My maintenance down there is now quick and easy. I’m brought out of my momentary thought by his breath against my center. He sticks his tongue between the lips of my sex, separating them and he flicks my clitoris as he laps up my arousal. I cry out and buck, which causes him to press down on my waist with one hand as he slowly circles my most sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue again and again. Just when I think I can’t handle one more second of it, I feel his tongue go farther south and then it’s inside me lapping at my wetness and I begin to shake, my orgasm so close. Then I feel his finger enter me and begin stretching me with small circles. I’m so lost in sensation, that I barely feel it when he sticks another finger inside me. “You taste so good, baby,” he murmurs against my sex. His mouth finds my clit again as his fingers pump in and out of me and I can’t hold back any longer. I throw my head back against the bed and cry out an unrecognizable version of his name. He licks at the juices running from me and then slowly makes his way back up my body, planting kisses along my now blazing skin. His breath is cold and hot all at the same time.
“Do you feel like a leading lady yet?” he murmurs into my neck.
“Hmmmmm.” I can’t talk.
“What was that?” he teases me with his mouth on mine and I can taste myself.
“Yes,” I whisper. I reach down between us taking his length in my hand and I begin moving my hand up and down him. He groans and kisses me harder, crushing me to him, my hand and his erection pinned between us. I uncurl my hand as I can feel his length pressed against my wetness and I move my hips up and down as he glides over me again and again.
“God, I want you so bad, Laura,” he murmurs as he grasps the head of his erection and grazes my sensitive folds. He suddenly reaches above me so much so that his erection hovers over my face and I can’t help it. I lean up and slowly lick it from hilt to tip, gently sucking as I go. He stops moving and cries out as I take his head in my mouth sheathing my teeth and sucking hard. He moves fast and I can hear the rip of a condom wrapper. In an instant, his erection is back between my legs and I can feel him at my entrance. His eyes dart to mine as though seeking permission and all I can do is nod in approval as he slowly eases his girth inside me, allowing my walls to stretch to accommodate his size. I gasp as he pushes deeper inside of me. I am tight as it has been ages since I have made love with Sean. He stops, searching my eyes.
“Are you OK, love?” he whispers against my lips. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“No,” I whisper back with a hint of embarrassment. “I just need a second; it’s been a while.” He nods and lies still while I acclimate myself to him, and then slowly, painfully slowly he eases himself back before pushing forward again. God, he feels so good and I think those words escape me because I realize he is smiling as he catches my lips and kisses me again. We find our pace and he surges forward again, and again, pulling my legs apart wider and taking me deeper. I know my orgasm is building and I don’t think he is anywhere near his end. So I let myself go, my body shaking and my muscles clenching around him as he pounds harder and faster into me.
“Yes, baby, come for me,” he breathes against my neck as I cry out and then shudder beneath him. It takes me a minute to move again, but I start matching his friction thrust for thrust. And again I feel myself climbing, my eyes shut and I am all senses. His hands are planted on either side of my head and my legs are wrapped around him pressing him deeper and deeper. I can tell he is almost there as his breaths are getting shorter.
“I want you to come with me,” he demands and thrusts hard into me and that is it. I am being sent over the edge again and he is coming with me. We cry out together and I feel him releasing. I feel my muscles clenching as his cock twitches inside me and then he collapses on top of me, crushing my breasts. His head falls next to mine and I can hear and feel his harsh breathing against my ear. We lie like this for a few minutes before he pulls away and I can feel him pulling out of me. For a moment, I am in a state of shock trying to collect myself and to reassure myself that this just happened.
He eyes me as he lazily drags a h
and down my torso until it finds the soft folds between my legs and he runs a finger over the slickness that is now there.
“I want to clean you,” he says and then grins when I give him a look of confusion. He moves his head between my legs. “First like this and then in the bath.” And with that, he licks and sucks until I shudder with another orgasm, which he cleans up with his tongue.
Chapter 9
Laura’s Playlist: “Not Enough Time” by INXS
He leads me to a rather enormous bathroom with an equally enormous claw-foot tub and turns on the water. He pours bath salts into it and turns to me as he waits for it to fill, which judging by the size will take a good hour. He pulls my naked body against his and stifles my sigh as he kisses me. I am in a post-sex haze of which the likes I cannot recall because it has been too long. I allow myself the indulgence of touching him. I caress his upper arms and then run my hands down his chiseled back before cupping his tight ass. Meantime, his hands are tangled in my hair keeping my face and my lips to his.
After a moment he pulls back and checks the water before turning it off and proceeding to take my hand so that I can climb over the high wall of the tub. He follows sliding in behind me. I melt down into the warm water, closing my eyes. The smell of lavender fills the air and I can feel him dragging a sponge over my skin. Suds drip across my chest from the sponge, and I hum appreciatively. His movements are slow, deliberate and gentle. His soft touches make me feel cherished and worshiped. I relax against him.
“Feel good?” he asks softly.
“Yes, amazing,” I say still in my post-coital stupor, from which I really don’t ever want to emerge. He plants a kiss on the top of my head and takes his time washing my arms, my legs, and my front before pushing me up and washing my back as I hug my legs tight to me, my head resting on my knees. His touch is gentle, healing, and I feel small against his giant palms and fingers as they massage my back and neck.
“Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” he says. I freeze at his words. I have been called many things—cute, sweet—but sexy isn’t a common one. Even Sean only used that word a few times and mostly when we were very young. I smile against my knees at brief flashes of memories. Yes, there was once a time when I felt sexy, it’s just been a very long time.
“You’re making me feel very sexy,” I say quietly as I release the air from my lungs. He pulls me back against him and continues his lazy cleansing of my skin. He even brushes the sponge against my sex which does less to clean than it does to arouse me again. I can feel him erect behind me and I suddenly feel emboldened and I turn on my knees to face him.
“My turn,” I say and he hesitantly hands me the sponge. I take my time with him as he has with me, leaving his erect cock as my last destination. But instead of the sponge, I use my hands to lather soap on him, making sure to slowly stroke his balls and then his length. He closes his eyes as I do this and I can see his chest rising more deeply.
“Laura, if you don’t stop, we are not going to finish getting clean,” he warns me. He opens one eye to find my smiling face and then we are crushed together again in the bathtub. He picks me up before I realize what he’s doing and plants me on my feet.
“Stay here,” he commands and for some reason, I do as I am told without a protest. He returns sheathed in a condom and then scoops me back up, wrapping my legs around him as he carries me into his shower. The shower is almost the size of my entire bathroom at the cottage and is covered in large stone tiles. He presses a button as we enter and the water turns on. There are multiple showerheads coming out from three walls and a rainfall-style showerhead pours water from the ceiling. He presses my back to the wall against three shower jets and then slowly he guides himself into me. I’m more open to him this time and he immediately begins to thrust against me, causing me to move up and down over the cool tiles as the shower jets radiate against my back. His lips are on my neck, my cheek, and then he finds my mouth. I am lost again moving myself up and down against his length looking for my release. He keeps me pinned hard against the shower wall and I squirm to position myself just right and when I do I can’t contain my orgasm as it rips through me. I cry out and just as I am almost finished, I feel him slam hard into me and then release. I cling to him as he leans against me. The shower wall is our only support. He slowly releases his viselike grip on my ass cheeks which is going to leave a mark, I think. And then he is out of me and I am back on my feet, my hands on his shoulders to keep me steady. He gingerly lifts my chin until we are staring at one another.
“Beautiful,” is all he says before grabbing the body wash so we can clean ourselves once again.
Chapter 10
Laura’s Playlist: “What Gets You Off” by Jack’s Mannequin
I wake, groggy and confused. I feel unfamiliar heat radiating off the man lying next to me. I smile to myself. I am in Jack’s bed. Oh crap, I’m in Jack’s bed! I immediately have buyer’s remorse. I’m here to work not fuck around, I mean literally not fuck around. I have a ritual and routine and I need to go, but shit, double shit, I don’t have my car. I contemplate walking back to the cottage. It’s not too far. I see a clock on the bedside table and it reads 5:00 a.m. I slowly roll out of bed as not to disturb Jack and grab my dress from the floor as I go in search of my bag. I trace the route we took the night before and find my giant purse by the door. I throw on clean underwear, no, not the sexy type, yoga pants and a baseball t-shirt the kids bought me after a game last year. I find my running sandals and am about to start walking home when I stop.
What’s wrong with a summer fling? I’m an adult, he’s an adult. OK, I’m being irrational. Sean would have told me this. Routine, I can do that here. I’ll go walk around his garden and meditate there, and then when he wakes he can take me home and I’ll start my work then. It’ll be fine. I square my shoulders, drop the bag, and open the door.
I find a suitable bench in the garden and sit down to meditate. His garden is beautiful. There’s a fountain and box hedge sides filled with assortments of roses, yes, those I can identify. I close my eyes and breathe in the flower smell that surrounds me. During my meditation, ideas for the book pop in my head. I try to push them aside, but more and more come to me. I finally give in and open my eyes. I need to write and I need to write now.
I scurry across the garden and just as I am about to open the door, it flies open and Jack is standing there. He’s naked and disheveled and completely sexy. He looks confused or fearful, I’m not really sure which, but his eyes are wild as he finds my gaze.
“Well, and good morning to you, too,” I say, looking up at him, his erection nearly hitting me in the face. He pulls me up the stairs and into his arms, a look of relief flooding his face.
“I was worried when I woke and you weren’t there,” he says, smoothing my hair.
“I needed to meditate,” I explain. “It’s my morning ritual and well…,” I trail off.
“I know all about morning rituals.” He grins. “I will be jogging as soon as I drive you home.”
I glance at a clock in his hallway. “You’re going to be late today.”
“Well worth it,” he says, his grin not leaving his face. He pulls me against him again and kisses me.
“Jack…,” I murmur against his throat. “I need to write before I lose these ideas in my head.” He cocks his head and looks at me.
“OK.” He nods, and in a flash, he is pulling paper and a pencil out of a side table and handing them to me.
I shake my head. “No, I need my computer.”
He frowns. “Can’t you make an exception, just this once?” He leans in against my neck peppering it with light kisses. “I’m not done with you yet.”
I sigh and lean into his kisses. I’m not going to win this battle, so I take the paper and pencil and jot down some notes on the side table as I feel his eyes boring into me.
When I’m done, I look up and my mouth is instantly captured by his. He picks me up and carries me back upstairs. He places me
down on the floor of his room and peels my clothes off and then tosses me onto the bed, climbing on so that he is in between my thighs. He bends down again, and his lips brush mine and then we are all mouths and skin and hands and senses, and at some point, he pulls back. I know I’m pouting, but when he sees my expression he laughs and kisses my forehead.
“I want to take my time with you this morning,” he says quietly while running his hand up my side and sending shivers down my spine.
“OK,” is all I can manage to say. He makes love to me slowly, painfully slowly. Taking the time to touch and feel and kiss every inch of me until I can no longer bear it, and then he slowly enters me, his rhythm gentle and deep.
“Faster,” I cry, coming so close.
“No,” he growls, staring down at me and he thrusts hard, but keeps a painfully slow pace, worshipping me with each stroke. I slowly start to build and when I think I can’t take it any longer, he drives into me more forcefully and cries out just as I begin to shake. He stays inside of me, moving in big circles until I too cry out and then he collapses on top of me.
“Jack, I do really need to work and feed Hagrid,” I say after a few minutes of lying in silence.
“OK,” he replies. “But not until I feed you.”
“What?” I am confused.
“Feed you,” he says again.
“I’ll just grab some toast at the cottage, really it’s OK,” I say a bit exasperated.
He stands and takes my hand and pulls me into the shower. This time he is all business. He washes me from my toes up to my hair and then rinses me clean. I return the favor and then he dries me off and I put on my clothes. He throws on some old jeans and a t-shirt and takes my hand again. He leads me down a second set of stairs and then down a hallway before pushing open a door into a magnificent kitchen. I mean really, like the ones you see on HGTV or in an architectural magazine. The kitchen has slate floors, but they are clearly heated as I can feel the warmth radiate off of them. The cabinets are painted a light almond color with nickel-finished handles. The counters are dark quartz. There’s a deep stainless steel sink and a marble-topped island with a second smaller sink. The six burner stove top sits next to double ovens. There’s a trash compactor, wine fridge, dishwasher, and even a separate indoor grill. I’m so shocked that I stop and gape. He turns and pushes my chin up, closing my mouth.
