Ian opened the door for her to step inside. Tam headed straight for the bedroom, dropping her clothes—sandals, handbag, skirt, blouse—on the floor as she went. Without a word, she climbed into the bed under the covers.
She curled into herself and stared at him. “I wasn’t paying attention.”
Ian sat on the bed beside her, then, at Tam’s wordless invitation, got in under the covers with her.
“I wasn’t paying attention,” she said again. “After I left the gallery I went home to get my STD test results.” She put a cool hand against his chest. “I knew better than to call you and drive at the same time, but that didn’t stop me from doing it. I was halfway through dialing your number when I felt the car jerk and I heard that fucking loud noise. Shit.” She bowed her head. He touched the delicate curve of her neck and stroked the fine hairs he found there.
“Sorry, Tam.”
“I should have fucking known better,” she hissed into his chest.
“It’s all right, baby. We can fix it.”
She sniffled and then sank deeper into the bed.
“We can fix it.” He continued stroking Tam’s neck, calming her until the sound of her deep, even breathing hovered in the room and she fell asleep.
He was in heaven. A hot, humid heaven that smelled like mouthwash and rosemary shampoo and Tamarind. His body felt awash in sensations, liquid heat dancing through his veins, the cool AC humming across his bare chest, and his dick swallowed by someone who knew exactly what she was doing. Ian groaned and arched himself deeper into Tam’s wet mouth. The same mouth that had tugged him from a dream of zooming across the beach in an intact MINI Cooper with a smiling woman by his side.
In the dream he had looked down in consternation as his dick rose up between him and Tam in the car, tenting under his loose, linen pants. Then she was reaching for him, not paying the slightest attention to the sandy road ahead. Her mouth tugged him from that dream, and he opened his own mouth to say something and groaned instead. She swallowed him up in sweetness, sliding him ferociously against the back of her throat, in the hot tundra of her mouth, until his body was a hot, hard, yearning instrument with only one explosive purpose.
Her head nodded over him, telling him yes, it was all right, as her fingers caressed his tightening balls. He watched the length of his thickly veined dick impossibly appear and disappear at the gateway of her mouth. Then he couldn’t watch her anymore because his head fell back and his whole world was going up in flames behind his tightly closed eyelids.
When the planet rearranged itself, he opened his eyes to her straddling his belly, her damp pussy a hot exclamation mark against his skin.
“Morning,” she said with a satisfied smile.
“Is it?”
“Yeah, it’s a bit past six.” Her face swam in pleasure as she rubbed her pussy against the hard muscles of his belly.
She shifted over his skin again, and he watched as she pleasured herself, using his body like an oversized dildo.
“Let me help you with that,” he said and then pulled her up until she was crouched above his face and her shaved pussy was open to his seeking mouth.
Damn, she was wet…
At the first touch of his tongue, she shuddered.
Her hands grasped the headboard, her fingers fitting neatly around the dark cherry bars as she settled herself more comfortably on his face. Heavenly. She was heavenly. The soft weight of her thighs caressed his cheeks, pointing up to the wet center of her that at this very moment claimed all his attentions. Tam smelled like sleep and wonderful awakening. The deep pink of her pussy captivated and aroused, making his mouth salivate for another taste.
He licked her again, and she hummed. The soft licks became greedy slurps, and he fit his mouth on her—like she was made just for him—sucking and licking her creamy pussy while she danced on his mouth. Her breasts bounced and trembled with each snakelike undulation of her body. He reached up to grasp her nipples and breasts, gradually tightening the pincers of his fingers until she moved faster, her slow belly dance giving way to the hectic salsa and sweat-fueled merengue, and she threw her head back, breathing heavily, gasping, both hands holding on to her head as if she was afraid it would fly off.
“Ia—” His name broke off with a wailing groan and then another. He held her hips as she came, even when she pitched sideways to the pillows next to him, her hips still jerking as his mouth lightly soothed her clit.
“No, stop…” She moaned. “Too much.” Her trembling hand pushed him away.
He released her, pulled her down and over to him, watching her soft, sweating face as she wiped a limp hand over her eyes and forehead.
“Damn,” she breathed. “You give amazing head.”
“It is one of my many skills.”
She opened an eye, probably to check to see if he was joking, then laughed at whatever she saw on his face. Tam closed her eyes again. “That was so lovely.”
“I could say the same to you,” Ian said. “That mouth of yours should be insured.”
“We’re quite a pair. Maybe we should go into business together?”
“That’s all right. I like my current job, thanks. And I suspect that you like yours too much to give it up for a 9-to-5 sucking dick and taking home your pay in cash.” Ian considered it. “Your mouth would get rubbed raw and tired, wouldn’t it?”
“For you, I can go all night,” she murmured, watching him for some response as she echoed the words he’d once said to her.
Ian smiled and brushed his thumb over her damp and reddened bottom lip. “I might give you a chance to prove that statement.”
“Anytime.”
Now was as good of an “anytime” as any. But five seconds after the thought floated through Ian’s mind, he dismissed it. He didn’t want her to suck his dick all morning, he wanted to make love to her. Although, she wasn’t really into that. Fucking was all she was in this for.
“I have a better idea of something you could do with your mouth.” He nuzzled her throat and the hot space between her collarbones. “Tell me what you want me to do for you. Tell me, what’s your pleasure?”
She laughed as he nibbled on her shoulders. “You’re off to a pretty good start.” The laughter became a groan when he licked her breasts, teasing the stiffened nipples with his tongue and teeth. Tam sighed and moved restlessly against the sheets.
“So, tell me what you want.”
“I want.” She sighed again and arched her breasts against his mouth, grabbing his head to hold him to her. “I want this.”
“Be more specific.” He spoke around the swell of a nipple. “Tell me everything you want. Everything.”
“I…I want you to lick my nipples hard, just like you’re doing now…and I want your fingers in my cunt. I want you to fuck me with your fingers. You’re really good at that.” She squirmed against his fingers. “Yes, just like that…only my clit, yes…” Tam sighed again. “You’re so damn good.”
Preoccupied with her breasts and clit, Ian only heard the smile in her voice.
He caressed the soft, slippery bud between his fingers, teasing it gently and then slowly building the pressure until her breathing came erratically and she was pressing her thighs open wider for him.
“Put your fingers inside. Yes…yes. Just like—Ian, yes…” She made a wordless noise, thrusting her hips faster until the bed was singing with her movements.
Ian shivered with arousal, his dick a hard weight grinding against her thigh and leaving wet trails of pre-cum. His hand ached, but still he fucked her, fucking her greedy pussy and stroking her clit.
“Fuck me, please don’t stop that…please!” Her back arched abruptly from the bed, and her arm flung out. “Ian!”
Her pussy seized rhythmically around his fingers, and her juices poured out. He kept moving, rubbing his dick against her thigh, pumping his fingers inside her. She twitched, gasping.
“I came,” she announced between gasping breaths.
He moved
down her body. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure—oh!” She lost her breath and arched up, caught unawares by his mouth on her pussy.
Ian chuckled. With a low sigh, he dove into the loamy wet of her, delving his tongue into her pink heat, licking and sucking the slick pussy lips that fanned out like taffy. Tam was the sweetest woman he’d ever tasted. He could eat her pussy all day and never be full. She arched against his mouth.
“I want to see your face,” she murmured. “I want to watch while you fuck me.”
He needed no other invitation but that. Her pussy welcomed him, opening up and swallowing his entire length. Then he was the one gasping. He plunged deeply inside her, the pleasure building even higher with her eyes on his face. Ian groaned, and he lost control of his hips, sinking into her again and again. He burst inside her.
“Oh, God, Tam…Tam.”
He must have blanked out for a moment. The next thing he knew, Tam was gently rolling him off her and then snuggling against his chest. She sighed, all quiet and soft like she’d just discovered something wonderful and was still taking time to sort it all out.
Tam was a puzzle. Not quite the mysterious and hard woman he’d taken her for in the beginning, but not exactly the accommodating, ever-sexed creature in his dreams either. She lay in his arms, a kitten with her claws firmly sheathed, practically purring in his bed and cuddling up to him. He could get used to this.
“Who is that in the picture?” She wriggled her bottom against him as she pointed to an old photo of Zoë. It was the one of her in front of the dojo where she had taught tai chi and practiced capoeira. Zoë was smiling, looking shy as she half turned away from Ian’s camera, peeking at him through her hair.
“My wife.” Tam stiffened in his arms. Before she could say anything, Ian touched her gently on the shoulder. “She died almost five years ago.”
“Oh. I’m sorry. I had no idea.”
“Why would you?”
She looked at him. They hadn’t shared very much with each other beyond their bodies and some test results. So far, all he knew about her was that she loved to paint and was good enough at it not to have to make money doing anything else. He knew how she liked to fuck, how she sounded when she came, but those were things strangers could know, too.
“Do you miss her?”
“Sometimes. Less and less these days.” He left her to interpret that any way she liked. Ian glanced at the clock. “I have to get ready for work. You want to shower with me?”
“No, go ahead. I’ll be here when you get back.”
He took his time in the shower, massaging the water into his sore muscles and over the scratches she’d left along his back, shoulders, and arms. She had been more uninhibited this morning than she’d ever been, not that he had much of a basis for comparison. But Tam had been loud, clinging to him and then flinging him from her with a wildness he hadn’t experienced with her before. He knew she had bruises, too. Ian walked into the bedroom, drying himself. She was exactly where he had left her, lying on her stomach in the bed. Her head turned to watch him.
With quick, efficient movements, Ian rubbed the last of the moisture from his body and then put on boxers, socks, and jeans.
“You’re a gorgeous man,” she said.
This was the first time she’d called him a man and not a boy. “You mentioned that when we first got together. Does it bother you?” He turned, shirtless, to her.
She smiled. “Not anymore.”
He looked at her, at her legs swaying to and fro in the bed, her back lovely and bare in the late morning light. “That’s not usually something that makes most women uneasy.”
“I’m not most women.”
“True, that.” He pulled a long-sleeved shirt from the closet.
“That color looks really good on you.” She turned over, and the sheet fell from her, showing off her beautiful throat and breasts. “Red doesn’t look good on every man.”
“I’m not most men.”
They both chuckled. Tam seemed especially comfortable and in no mood to leave the cozy confines of his bed. It was easy to imagine staying in bed with her all day, fucking and talking and fucking some more. But he had students, and they paid tuition so he could come to class and pass on his pearls of wisdom, even if they had been scattered beyond recovery by Tam and her mind-blowing…everything.
Ian put on his loafers and then took a few quick passes over his hair with the brush. When he walked near the bed, her eyes, lit with a soft, appreciative light he could definitely learn to get used to, followed him.
He opened the drawer to the bedside stand and took out his spare keys. “Take these, and let yourself out whenever you’re ready.” After giving Tam the alarm code, Ian leaned down and kissed her forehead and then her slightly open mouth. She tasted like sleep and cum. “I’ll talk with you later.”
For most of the day, his mind was back at home with her in bed. All the while he was talking about Dorothy West and Angelina Weld Grimké, he was inside Tam, fucking into her from behind as she urged him on with her hoarse shouts and held on to the bars of the headboard, their breaths sounding harsh and loud in the air. While his students dissected the lyrics to the music of the Harlem Renaissance, he heard the symphony of their voices from this morning, Tam’s husky voice telling him to fuck her and make her come and eat her pussy and go deeper and don’t fucking stop!
Ian taught most of the class from behind the shield of his desk, only rising once near the end of class to write the next homework assignment on the board. By then the throbbing size of his dick had subsided enough for it to be not quite so obvious. He used his hour break between classes to call her.
“Where are you?” he asked. Ian wanted to fuck. He wanted to fuck her.
“Nowhere near you.” She laughed at the need in his voice. “When are you done?”
“Not until after seven. Maybe even eight. I have a meeting.”
“Call me when you’re finished. Maybe I can meet you somewhere.”
“Sounds good.”
Ian tucked away his cell phone.
Get ahold of yourself. This woman is not feeling you like that. Chill.
But neither his dick nor heart was paying attention.
When Ian walked into his office at half past five, his secretary covered the mouthpiece of the phone. “I have good news for you,” she said. “Your meeting for tonight got canceled.”
“How did you know that’s good news for me?” he asked, not bothering to hide his smile.
“Just a hunch.” She laughed and went back to her phone call.
During his lunch break, Ian had read the local independent paper and was surprised to find a nearby gallery with a list of familiar area artists showing through the end of the month. Tamarind Hannah’s name was on the list. The gallery, Epoch, wasn’t far from his house, so Ian decided to make a quick stop by there on the way to his favorite Thai restaurant to pick up dinner for him and Tam.
Although it was relatively late in the evening for galleries on this side of town to be open, there were still a fair amount of cars in Epoch’s parking lot. All of them high-end rides, including a tricked-out Corvette and a silver Bentley. Ian pulled his Honda Accord into the lot, feeling more than a little poor. Tam’s accident-ravaged MINI was nowhere in sight.
He got out of his car to walk across the street to Epoch, waiting by the parking meter on the curb to let the last of the evening traffic pass. Epoch’s building was elegant and stood out nicely from its neighbors with its glass and steel facade and the exotically colored orchids lining the bottom of the glass walls like scented sentries, their heads bowing gracefully toward anyone passing by. From the street, he could see that there were more than a few people inside, all staring round-eyed at the art around them.
As he was getting ready to cross the street, a familiar flash of blue and then brown caught his eye. The elements coalesced into Tam, lovely and springtime in a flowing blue skirt and a white halter top that clung to her. Ian s
miled. He lost the smile when she touched an unfamiliar man. She smiled up into his face and slipped a hand in his. The man bent his head to kiss her, and Tam turned away coyly, her eyes looking down and away in a way Ian had never seen. The stranger drew her face to his with one fingertip under her chin and then kissed her hard on the mouth.
A car honked its horn and screeched on its brakes, jolting Ian from his near sleepwalk into the street.
“Sorry, man,” he said to the driver and held up an apologetic hand. “Sorry.” He walked back to his car and sat behind the wheel.
That wasn’t right, whatever he just saw. His eyes were playing tricks on him. Ian made to get out of the car again and then stopped himself. Cool it. Drive. Go home. He started the car, pulling out carefully into the street and turning the opposite way from home, just so he wouldn’t have to drive past the gallery.
He passed the restaurant where he was supposed to get their dinner. Nothing special, just some salad, sweet tofu bites, and fruits she liked—small things made especially for lovers so they wouldn’t be too full to have sex and then eat and have sex again. Now the sight of the restaurant’s red door made him feel sick. And angry.
Ian wanted to call her, wanted to curse and drink a tall glass of Scotch and shake her and ask her what the fuck was going on. But he didn’t like to drink on a school night, and he’d never shaken a woman in his life. His eyes felt gritty and dry like the sand off the beach had blown up to blind him or make him see things that weren’t there. Like her faithfulness or what he thought was her growing infatuation with him. Why the hell was she in another man’s arms when he was making plans to romance and woo her? Why was he the fool?
He drove back to the gallery. By the time he pulled back into the space he’d vacated before, most of the cars were gone. Only one, a sleek, two-door Bentley, remained in its spot. He locked the car and walked to the front doors of the gallery. The lights had dimmed, but he tried the door anyway. It was open. A melodious, electronic chime sounded as he walked inside.
Tam appeared from a hidden back room. “I’m sorry, we’re—” Her words fell away when she saw him.
“Where’s your car?” he asked.
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