by Roxie Spears
She had never jumped into anything with minimal foreplay like that.
She was wet enough, though. Gerald’s nostrils were flared and his eyes were half-shut. They rolled back from time to time when he hit a pleasure spot.
“Oh, no. You stay with me,” Beth moaned, stretching her arms way above her head. Gerald dove forward and interlocked his fingers with hers. Bit by bit, his knuckles began to glow white. The veins of his neck began to show, bulging in moonlight, driving Beth crazy.
Suddenly he stopped. Beth paused in anticipation, waiting for him to do something, anything. He slid down, hooking his arms under her thighs and pulling her to him. Her legs were open wide as Gerald breathed calmly next to her womanhood. Beth trembled and bucked up against him, but he pulled away.
“Come on, you’re torturing me,” she said, her voice groggy.
Gerald drew closer again, his breath teasing Beth like a sweet menace. Her bud was throbbing in anticipation, desperate for contact. Then he teased her with the tip of his tongue, driving her wild. Beth gasped, her body spazzing at the onrush of pleasure, then indulging in it. Gerald pulled away again, kissing her thighs, sucking at her tender flesh. She wasn’t shaven down there, mostly because she didn’t care. Beth wasn’t like all the other women Gerald had encountered in his life. She was careless in all the good ways. Natural; raw. A bit strange.
Her thighs clenched as he dropped his head between her legs once again, this time driving the tip of his tongue into her. She felt a wetness tease her clit then retract again. “Come on!” she yelled, clenching down on Gerald’s shoulders.
His tongue started twitching on her clit, sending bolts of electricity through her whole body. Beth’s toes curled as she sank into the sensation, doing her best to stay contained.
“Oh, God! What are you doing to me?” she yelled into the void of the night.
“Hey, lady! Who’s fucking you good?” a man’s voice echoed in the air. It was coming from downstairs. But Beth didn’t care. No one did. She didn’t even stop.
“Fuck you!” Gerald yelled before slamming the window shut and turning to her.
“That’s sexy,” she said with a raised eyebrow. Gerald dove in again, sucking and kissing her bud, teasing it like crazy. She was finally ready to cum. “Come on,” she urged him. “Put it in me again.”
Without thinking, Gerald entered her again. She was even wetter this time, her nectar pouring out of her, spilling onto her favorite couch. Beth moaned in pure pleasure. The room was spinning underneath her eyelids, casting her into this euphoric state, like she was intoxicated. Gerald’s forehead was pressed against hers, and he entered her more deeply with every thrust. It was even more effortless this time, seeing as though how wet she was. Gerald’s rhythm was fast and animal like; Beth’s whole body shook as he grabbed her hair in his hands, turning her neck slightly to the right, pinning her down.
She stared at him through the corner of her eye as he fucked her with his hand tangled in her hair. Beth’s eyes rolled back as wave after wave hit her; she could tell Gerald was getting there, too. His grip on the thick locks of her hair loosened as he came hard. His groans turned into intense, airy pants as he slowed down, his back moist with sweat and his arms weakened.
Beth’s whole world spun out of control. Her eyes clenched shut as she, too, was on the brink of violent orgasm. Gerald slammed into her once, twice, three times. She peaked. Her insides clenched and her whole body screamed as a wave of pleasure washed over her. A second wave hit her shortly after.
Gerald dropped his head and yelled into her mouth, their hot breaths colliding and mixing together. Beth squirmed under the weight of his body, biting her bottom lip, trying to take it all in. Gerald pressed his body to hers, later wrapping his arms around her and squeezing her like he was holding on for dear life.
“Oh, God,” Beth breathed into the nap of his neck. “Oh my God.”
Gerald rose to his feet. He was standing naked now, staring at Beth with his hands on his hips. His eyes were half-shut and his tongue was sticking out slightly, as if to say, This was just like I had imagined.
Beth’s leg swayed back and forth suggestively. She was lying flat on her back, confident in her nakedness, staring Gerald in the eye. He seemed to be admiring her from where he stood, his eyes traveling up and down, drinking her in. She, too, couldn’t stop gawking at him. The darkness, complemented by moonlight, accentuated his muscles, making him look like some kind of sculpture. Beth wondered how she had managed to land a man like him; his hair had grown even longer and his eyes were gleaming in the dark. Freckles were scattered all over his face and nose like stars, and his lips were soft and inviting.
“You look like a Renaissance painting,” Beth smiled, crossing an arm under her head.
“Got any room for me there?” he asked, anchoring himself on one knee. Beth scootched a little, patting the couch cushion with one hand.
“Come here,” she said. This was their first intimate moment. Beth snaked one arm under Gerald’s, pulling him close to her. She breathed. The nape of his neck was warm and his ears were red with heat; as Beth cuddled him, his bones seemed to meld into hers, pulled by gravity’s force. They settled.
“That was…”
“Wow.”
“Yeah.”
Silence descended. Beth had zoned out long ago when the clock’s ticking invaded the forefront of her mind. Her eyes were wide, almost like she was shocked. Being with Gerald had been quite an experience, but it was the realization that she wanted more that she met with disbelief.
“I know what you’re gonna say,” he uttered, his lips curving to a wry grin. Before Beth could say anything, he turned to her, slamming his lips against hers once again.
Time for round two, she thought to herself, kissing him back with as much passion as the first time. Their dueling tongues dribbled saliva over their lips, Gerald clawing at her eagerly, pinching her skin with a lust she had never witnessed before. Before meeting him, Beth didn’t even know she liked it rough. Maybe it’s a werewolf thing, she mused.
Gerald’s perspiration odor was pungent. Beth drank him in with her eyes closed, in fact she thought that, in everyday life, she could smell him from a mile away. Their breaths intermingled. They were hot and heavy. Then Beth decided to take control.
She grabbed ahold of Gerald, forcing a gasp out of him. “Bet you weren’t expecting that, were you?” she breathed, kissing down his chest and stomach, which rippled gracefully yet with a hint of violence. In the throes of passion, Gerald’s hands wandered down to Beth’s woman hood again, where he rubbed her and pressed his fingers inside her slit. She was still damp down there, which seemed to turn him on almost instantly.
Without a word, she breathed against his cock, which had hardened again. His eyes remained closed as Beth embarked on her own little adventure, letting her steamy breath collide and tease his skin, driving him absolutely crazy. Gerald sighed loudly, almost groaned, demanding her full and undivided attention. Whenever she seemed to stray away, he tilted her chin up towards him. Even though she had vowed to take control, there was a part of him that was dying to pin her down to the couch again, to kiss and bite her all over, but this was new to him. He had never been submissive to anyone before, so this was about to get interesting.
“Put your hands behind your back,” Beth ordered.
“You’re gonna have to make me,” he countered. As soon as he finished his sentence, Beth grabbed his wrists forcefully, pinning them to his sides. He didn’t even get a chance to fight back. She was straddling him now, nibbling at the nape of his neck, sucking at the fine skin, grazing it with her teeth. Gerald shivered and shook underneath her, finally letting her take control of things. He was usually dominant, his fingertips eager to take over, to conquer, but finally he let himself go.
Beth watched his rib muscles, contracting blissfully as she teased his chest with the tip of her tongue. Gerald’s nipples were hard, and his skin was blooming with goosebumps.
“God, why are you doing this to me?” he exhaled, his arms splain to his sides. Beth’s grip on his wrists tightened as she continued her sweet torture. Her nails dug lightly into the skin, leaving behind red marks that gave her a fresh sense of satisfaction, one that she’d never experienced before. Being dominant, Beth thought, was a blissful feeling, a refreshing one, one that made her toes curl and brought her goosebumps.
Gerald, too, seemed to be enjoyed his time. His heels were brushing up against the bed sheets, like he was fighting with himself. Slowly, Beth lowered her head between his thighs; she, too, breathed at his member, causing his head to spin.
“Payback time,” her lips parted to a grin. Gerald clenched his eyes shut, his fingers gripping Beth’s hair. They twisted into her smooth, thick locks, massaging her scalp while she trapped him in a hot vice.
“Come on,” he demanded. “Do it already!”
Beth encompassed his tip with her lips. Straight away she felt him shudder, like he was on the brink of something. She used her tongue for cushioning as she took the whole of him in her mouth.
“Wow, you can’t be doing this to me,” he breathed, his eyes rolling back. Gerald stretched his arms above his head, peering down at Beth as she worked her magic. He seemed to enjoy watching her, his eyes open in bewilderment, taking in the strange sight. “I’m close, I’m so close,” he cried.
“Oh, no. We don’t want that happening,” Beth hissed before letting him go. His cock sprung up in attention as Beth eyed it. It was like nothing she had ever seen before. Confident as she may have appeared, she was actually pretty shy. Lying there on his back, arms crossed under his head and all, Gerald resembled a Greek statue. There was something absolutely irresistible about him, but also quite intimidating.
“Come on, do it, devour me.”
Those words alone made her sigh with excitement. She slid between his thighs and dropped her head again, pushing herself down on him, swallowing him whole. Propping herself up on her elbows, Beth took up a slow and steady rhythm, stroking him with one hand and pampering the rest of him with her eager tongue.
Gerald’s back arched up as he tried to contain himself. His toes curled even more, pulling the sheets out of their place. Beth began to tire, but she was far from giving up. Gerald possessed quite the stamina, even though she knew all too well he was dying to blow up.
He reached his hand out to her and she took it, pushing her fingers between his and squeezing, digging her nails into his sweaty palms, palms that had grown desperate.
Beth swirled her tongue around him, then devouring him again and again. Gerald’s breathing quickened. His muscles clenched and his face scrunched up. Suddenly his eyes squeezed shut, his lips parted and a low, desperate grunt escaped his throat as he exploded.
“Fuck, fuck!” he moaned, clutching the bed sheets in both hands. Beth’s eyes were fixated on his face, which was drowning in the moment. Gerald’s whole body was convulsing with pleasure; watching him, Beth’s hand migrated down to her womanhood, violently rubbing, pushing herself close to orgasm.
Soon they switched roles. Gerald had cooled down, his chest rising and falling violently, glistening with dew. Beth had gotten caught up all over again, the tips of her fingers dancing around her clit, pinching and teasing, pleasuring mindlessly. She fell back and closed her eyes while he gawked at her, his lips slightly parted. He was salivating. She propped herself up on one elbow and stared back at him, not picking her eyes off his. His hands danced around his package, which had grown tired and limp, but he still enjoyed watching her.
She threw her head back and closed her eyes. Memories of Gerald cumming were still fresh, the moonlight smoothing over his collarbones and biceps, his deep, throaty grunts enough to drive any woman mad.
It didn’t take her long. She drove herself off the edge, squealing almost silently, peaking a second time. Satisfied, she crawled to him and kissed him.
Gerald seemed sleepy. He wrapped one arm around her and began to stroke her hair. She gave into his touch, feeling calmer all of a sudden, her fire dying down, turning into something sweeter.
Beth realized how much she liked Gerald, and that realization did little to scare her. For the first time in a while, she wasn’t afraid to get closer to someone. Their silence was comforting, and even though they were only breathing, staying together in that moment, it felt like a thousand words were spoken, decisions were made, and feelings were established.
“We just had a full conversation right there,” Gerald whispered, shifting in his place. “What do you wanna tell me?”
“What?”
“I feel like you wanna tell me something.”
“You were great in bed,” Beth said with her eyebrows furrowed. There was silence. Beth drowned in her contemplation. Finally her lips parted, like she was ready to make a confession. “I like you.”
“There it is.” Gerald’s cheeks rose; Beth knew he was smiling.
“Don’t let it get to your head,” she whispered into his ear, which was still burning red. He rolled to his side, facing her. The tips of their noses barely touching, Gerald leaned in and kissed her again, but it was a different kind of kiss. It was effortless, open mouthed and vulnerable. Not much work was put in, but a mutual appreciation, a weakness, an openness Beth had never felt with a man before. At that moment all was well and the world, with all its good and bad, stood firmly still. Beth still had time to wish and to dream, to get her life together. A new sense of meaning was acquired; suddenly she was in control again.
Having Gerald in her life, and catching a glimpse of him every day made her tolerate her job a bit more, want to wake up early every day. It made her want to go on living. She realized that she was probably setting herself up for disaster, because who in the world was stupid enough to rest all their hopes on one person? A person they barely knew and was probably nothing like them? It was obvious, she thought, that falling in love with Gerald would lead to her own demise, but this time, unlike all the other times she had fallen in love, Beth wanted to jump in with her eyes closed.
Chapter 10
The sound of seagulls prodded Gerald awake. His eyelids gently lifted, and the first thing he saw was Beth’s freckled back. Her chest rose and fell with the rhythm of her breath, and her hair, brushed over her shoulder, had formed thick waves that cascaded down like a waterfall. She looked peaceful. Gerald had never watched a woman sleep before, but Beth was interesting. Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, like she was having an interesting dream. Her right cheek was squished on the pillow. She seemed to be breathing through her mouth. She was undisturbed by the squawking of the seagulls, unlike him. Those winged creatures gave him hell every morning, but Beth seemed to find comfort in these morning ambiences. She was, at least, undisturbed by them.
Gerald averted his gaze elsewhere when she rolled onto her back and lay there. With her hands clasped on her belly, Beth breathed slowly, even snoring a little bit; Gerald actually found it quite endearing.
Beth’s bed was far from a comfortable bed, but it was, Gerald thought, more comfortable than his bed, which resembled a wood board. When he finally came to accept the fact that Beth wasn’t waking up any time soon, he threw his legs off the side of the mattress and got up.
Still feeling his way around her apartment, Gerald finally found the bathroom, the smallest one he’d ever seen. A shoebox inside a bigger shoebox, he thought, closing the door and turning the water on. He hadn’t brought a change of clothes, but that was okay. He wasn’t letting anything get to him that morning, not even the squawking of the seagulls.
The water was cold. Beth’s apartment didn’t seem to have running hot water, so Gerald had to settle for a torturous five minute shower that left him shivering. When he stepped out, he realized Beth was awake.
“Morning,” he heard her voice. She peeped her head in without asking. Straight away her eyes went to a desired place, traveling further up and meeting his gaze. “Sorry about the water,” she added, picking up her
toothbrush and proceeding to apply toothpaste. “Still got some bills to pay.”
“That’s okay, I like my showers freezing,” he said rather casually, continuing to dry himself with a towel. As he passed Beth he planted a kiss on the back of her neck, sending her skin blooming goosebumps.
He waited for her on the edge of a stiff mattress. It wasn’t long before she walked into the room, drying her own hair. “I had fun last night,” she said, a smile plastered to her face. “Come on, let’s make breakfast.”
Gerald followed her into the kitchen, which he remembered faintly from the night before. Beth’s apartment looked remarkably different in the day, all those cracks in the walls far from subtle. Gerald took comfort in the fact that they were both struggling in more ways than one. He slumped down on the only kitchen stool, looking around him like a curious child exploring the world.
“What? Don’t eye my kitchen like that,” she said, peering into the fridge.
“Nice fridge magnets,” Gerald remarked, walking over to her and just standing there. Europe was scattered all over the sleek white door, from Prague, to Paris, to Iceland.
“I’ve never actually been to any of these places,” Beth said, matter of factly. “When I moved out, though, I took the magnets with me. Thought they’d be like daily reminders to do something with my life.”
“And how did that work out for you?”
“Now they’re sort of just there. I don’t even see the names anymore. They could be strawberries or banana magnets, for all I care.”
Gerald nodded, feeling a bit sad all of a sudden. He had ambitions of his own, ones that had slowly faded in the past year, only to be replaced with a lifestyle humbler than anything he would’ve expected. “Well, I hope all your dreams, big and small, come true,” he raised an imaginary glass.
