Only Good With You

by Zoey Kinsman

  “Honestly, it’s hard with this whole Hollywood thing, but somehow I knew you would look at me as me and not that hunk from Viceroy. That’s the thing I love most about you. Thank you for letting me be my true self.”

  “Ah, kind sir, you are most welcome. And by the way, I would never grab.”

  “Stop teasing…my balls have had enough punishment from you, dearest.”

  “All right, I agree…no teasing right now.”

  “You know, you are too far away from me. I’m not happy with this arrangement.” His arms swirled around in the air in a circle around the seating arrangement he didn’t like. He motioned to the waiter.

  “Sir, are you ready to order?”

  “Not yet. I’m just wondering if we can trade these chairs in for the wooden bench over there.”

  He pointed to another table that had a bench on one side as opposed to a chair. It looked long enough for two to sit comfortably.

  “By all means, let me just go get it for you and the lady.”

  He ran over, grabbed the bench, and carried it back. We stood so he could remove the chairs and replace them with the bench.

  Taking my hand, Paul guided me over to the bench. “Let’s sit next to each other.”

  “Great idea.”

  Cuddling in next to him felt so good. I touched his bare leg where his shorts ended and moved my hand along his thigh and knee. His skin was so electric and magnetizing, as if I could never remove myself from the touch of his flesh.

  I turned toward him, and our eyes met and our lips connected. It was as if spirits danced around us this radiant morning in celebration of our togetherness. We kissed endlessly, and once more I drank of his full moist mouth. He nourished my soul with acceptance and goodness. He encouraged my lust with slight touches of his fingers through my shorts and up into an awaiting me.

  I heard him moan in my ear as my head moved back toward those lips. I moaned my approval in his mouth.

  Wiggling for position, I draped my left leg over his and pressed hard against his very own desire. Grabbing me by the waist, he pulled me even closer to the firmness between his strong thighs.

  “Look what you’ve done. Feel it. I need you to feel how hungry I am for you. And telling by your own moistness, I know you feel the same way. What are we going to do, Anne?” He was out of breath again. His remarks hit me like a splash of cold water to the body. I sat upright very quickly and moved off him.

  “I think you are going to feed me as promised, and then fuck me for dessert.” My look said I was serious.

  “No.”

  “No…huh…why not?” My face must have spoken of the rejection I felt.

  “No, I am going to feed you, and then I’m going to make love to you. I’m going to treat you the way I believe you should and need to be treated. I’m going to fuck you with conviction of my feelings. I’m going to love you with all that I am, and hope you keep me safe now. I’ve fallen for you, my beauty, and it really scares the crap out of me, too.”

  I crawled back close to him and said plainly, “So we are both scared. But we can’t be paralyzed by fear or we’ll miss out on so much real happiness. If we respect each other and care for each other as you say, then maybe we can journey together to wherever life brings us. I want to go with you, Paul. Last night I realized that I want to go with you. As fast as this is, I want to go. Do you want to go with me, too?”

  “Mmmm, you smell so good. I always knew you would…”

  His eyes were closed tightly as he inhaled all that surrounded him. I left him to think on my words and just waited.

  “You’re right. It’s so fast in a way, but not in another way. I’ve always known and knew that I would have to give you time to catch up. I knew the moment I saw you and you snubbed me. I knew I had to have you.”

  “You mean you only want me now because I snubbed you? So it is about the conquest! You know, I didn’t even know you to see you or snub you. That’s not fair. Had we met and spoken, and I snubbed you, then you could say that. But there were so many people there. How was I to know you were waiting for me?”

  “I guess you might have a point there. You didn’t even know I existed, so I shouldn’t say ‘snubbed.’ It just felt that way because I knew you were the one. So, no, silly, it’s not about any kind of male conquest, but rather about being with the right person. And to answer your question, yes, I want to walk with you on this journey side by side. I’ve never wanted anything more.”

  Leaning back over me, he took my face in those big strong hands and looked lovingly into my eyes. “Can I please be with you and travel together through this space and time with you? Yes, I want to go with you so bad, and then to come and do it again and again.”

  I nodded my yes to him and he leaned back over to lightly kiss me. Then he stopped.

  “What? What have I done?”

  He looked at me, stumped. “Huh? You’ve done nothing wrong. I just wanted to stop us before we couldn’t stop ourselves again. I thought we’d better eat first, that’s all.” He stroked my arm and then my back to reassure me that everything was good.

  “Oh, I’m sorry…” Shit, the damaged bits showed up. I would have to learn to cover them better.

  “It’s okay, my beauty…it’s okay. We all have our scars that sometimes speak when we get close and we trust a little more. Did he always begrudge you your success and put you down for being so great?”

  “Paul, I honestly and really don’t want to talk about that part of my life now. I’m having the best time, and that conversation is better left for another time and place. But I appreciate your insight and caring.”

  He was so gentle with me, planting tiny kisses on my face as if to heal every inch of me, psyche included. Closing my eyes now, I took it all in.

  Still kissing me, he asked, “Are you okay with leaving the ordering to me? I’ve been here before and know some of the good stuff. I’d like to order a variety of plates that we can share together. Is that good with you?

  “Yep, that’s great. Go for it.”

  “I love your smile. It fills me with happiness. If I ever make you sad, promise to tell me, please.”

  “Oh, you can bet I will.”

  “Ha…I’m sure you will. Okay, come, let’s untangle for a second while I call the waiter over to order.”

  That moment of being separate contrasted with how good the together was. He smiled at me as if to say he felt it, too.

  He motioned once more for our waiter. My gaze focused on his face, his expressions, and all the appealing ways he moved his body and spoke his instructions. He commanded the space around him. I wondered if he was aware of that, if he practiced it as an actor, or it was just an innate talent.

  “Sir, would you like to order your brunch now?”

  “Order please, I’m starved.”

  He leaned back, as if ripped away from something enjoyable.

  “C’mon, you can do it.”

  He smiled and asked, “Are you sure?”

  “Nice double entendre.” I smacked his hand as if to motion get on with it.

  “Let’s see, we’ll have the avocado toast and then we’ll share the petit dejeuner…and Greek yogurt and the grilled shrimp salad…oh, and the fruit plate and truffle fries that we’ll be working off later. Yeah, I think we’ll start with that. And please bring more water and two Café Americanos. That’s it. Thanks.”

  “Everything sounds so delicious…can’t wait to nibble on it all.”

  “Come back to me so I can nibble on you some more.” He put his arm around my waist and pulled me briskly to him. Slowly, gently, he bit little pieces of my skin all down my neck and back up to my ears, and then down to my chest, touching the very tops of my breasts. It all tingled in appreciation. My hands moved up and down his arms as he exhibited his want. Little moans of pleasure escaped us both.

  “I think you’d better close that drape now.”

  When he did, we were surrounded by only ourselves, nature, canvas, and yearn
ing.

  We kissed faster, touched longer and harder. Our cravings went well beyond food. I reciprocated and bit him back along his neck and earlobe. My wet bite was just hard enough to make him want more, and then more again.

  “Anne, beautiful Anne…I need you now,” he spoke into my ear for only me to hear.

  But just then there was a knock-like sound at the canvas opening. “Mr. Wickham, your food is ready for you and your friend. May I enter?”

  It was becoming a habit to have to straighten ourselves up fast. Again, we tried to quickly dispel our disheveled look.

  They came with trays of exotic foods for us to eat, sample, and enjoy. Coffees with aromatic smells that wafted in the summer breeze, stirring that sense of happiness back to the surface.

  I just smiled at him. Those smiles were now our own little thing, signaling confirmation of what we both liked.

  “Mmm,” I murmured. “Three things I love; Greek yogurt, guacamole, and granola.” I reached in to serve myself, but he stopped me. He took my hand and I watched him dip a finger in each bowl. Then he proceeded to suck the food clean off of them.

  “Three things I love.” He looked at me the entire time. All I could think about was how good he made me feel. Fuck the calories, I was going to enjoy every minute of this. Come to think of it, fuck the girdle, too!

  “How are you going to be working all this food off?”

  “You mean how are we going to be working all this food off? We’ll have to figure something out. Try the avocado toast. It’s divine.” He passed me a piece and watched me eat it.

  In return, I passed him a piece, but not before nibbling on a little corner suggestively. In a flash he was in my face, eating that toast from my mouth. I laughed and almost choked.

  “You’ve ruined my sexy play with you.” I knew he was only kidding, because he offered up another slice for us to enjoy together. We took turns munching.

  We ate and drank and had another round of coffees.

  Then when all the food was done, he pulled me back onto his lap, and I could feel him grow large beneath me. I rubbed him a little with my leg. He felt so good. I could only imagine just how good that thing would feel inside me. I was ready to find out. But pesky doubts crawled back inside my brain. Would he be good with me, with my body? Would I please him? And did it really matter?

  “Stop thinking so much,” he demanded. “I already know how smart you are.”

  Leaning in, I kissed him and let my hands roam freely. They came upon that big bulge. I really had to do something about that.

  As I was kissing him, his hands found their way into my shorts and between my legs. He grabbed hold hard, and much to my surprise, I was indeed ready for him.

  There was no stopping this time. It had stopped too many times already. My insides tumbled around and around, and lust screamed for it to get messy.

  We didn’t speak. I followed his lead. He took my hand and we walked. I knew not where we were going, but I believed. Back in the elevator, he pressed me against the wall and I felt his tongue leaving wet marks everywhere, making me crazy.

  When the doors opened we were on another floor of the hotel. Again, I let him lead, and I followed until we came to a room. He put an electronic key in the door slot to open it and we entered, letting the door slam shut behind us.

  The room was dark but lit with several dozen candles. The bed coverings were pulled back. Bottled water sat on the night stand, and champagne was chilling in a bucket nearby.

  I looked at him.

  He came around behind me and slipped his hands lightly down my shorts, massaging my front on their way to my pussy. Then he grabbed me again, but more tenderly this time. I gasped out loud at the sheer delight of his touch. Those long fingers probed back and forth, looking to make me moan even louder with pleasure. He wouldn’t stop rubbing me between my legs, up and down…my breath was shallow with desire. His gorgeous face nestled all the while in my neck as he continued his moves on me.

  “My beauty…please don’t be afraid. Please…let me love you…let me love you…”

  Unbuttoning my shorts, he let them fall freely to the ground and then lifted me back and out of them.

  I felt self-conscious all of a sudden in my fancy granny panties. Was this what they called tragic comedy?

  His fingers traced the lace that trimmed the legs of my panties. Then his fingers went inside them once more and traced my hunger. I moved to greet them now. The need was great and uncontrollable.

  “Yeah…move with me, beauty…that’s it…sway for me.” He pressed his rock-solid cock against me. It was unwavering in its desire for me. Moving up and down, harder then softer and all around that huge dick, there was no turning back now.

  Lowering his pants first, he pulled off his briefs so I could feel his full intoxicating strength, and the strength of his musky, manly scent all around me. Breathing hard, he expertly knew the next moves.

  I turned to him and he ripped my top off. I did the same with his.

  His hands sought my breasts. My nipples went hard at his touch.

  “Can I undress you?”

  I nodded my consent. My bra hit the floor, but those panties still had me worried.

  “Anne, these panties need to go.”

  I think I turned fifty shades of red.

  “What? What do you mean?”

  “Shhh…you’re way too sexy for this shit.” Both his hands slid them off, and I stood before him, totally naked.

  Drawing me close, his big wondrous hands rested on my butt and I leaned into him, hoping he would touch me some more. I was drunk now with desire. Oh, I hoped he would squeeze them tight.

  “Your ass is so perfect, gloriously made for my hands.” He smacked my butt playfully. “That’s for keeping me waiting.” Then he squeezed and separated. I heard him sigh, as I was simply lost in the wanting of him. I closed my eyes, wanting and waiting for more of him. Holding onto him and needing.

  Attracted by the vibrational energy humming between us, I pulled on him and he pushed back. Pushing forward onto him, he yielded himself and pulled me deeper and deeper into his space. All the while the hum of our energy woke the higher levels of lust that looked for a form of expression.

  It was manic one moment and calm the next, until we dropped freely onto the bed, united.

  “Paul, I don’t know…I don’t want to disappoint you.” My voice was so low, yet the hope was huge.

  “Enough…I am ready for you, and you are ready for me…we will keep each other safe.”

  He was on top on me now, kissing me everywhere once more and sucking so hard on my nipples, flicking them with his tongue, squeezing hard with two fingers, and then planting more little tender kisses all around my breasts. If he continued, I could have come from that alone. My legs moved on top of him to rub against his body, to feel him, to let him feel me moist and all around. My legs roamed up and down his sides and back, our skin pressed tight, connected and electric once more.

  I felt his hand go between my legs, and this time he went in. I jerked in fear and excitement. He looked at me. “I want only to please you right now.”

  “You do. Your pussy feels so good in my hand.” He stroked her with care. Sensations were building. Again, one finger then two touched her, gliding so effortlessly. He moved his fingers to his mouth. “Mmmm…you taste so good. I want more.” Then he reached over to the nightstand and opened what looked like a bottle of lube. Applying it quickly to his fingers, he dove back in.

  Now his strokes were vigorous, and I rose and fell to the beat of him. Making sure I was ready, he entered me.

  “Ah fuck, you feel so amazing.” Then he went silent.

  My legs spread in welcome to his advances. He was so strong, gliding smoothly back and forth, strong one moment, then tender. Raised on his elbows, he pushed his cock in me over and over, like rushing water looking for somewhere to relieve its power. Unwavering in his want of my pleasure, he pounded hard. I liked it…a lot.

 
; Bending and raising my legs higher, I tried to take his bent up huge cock all in. It was a gift from God, all powerful and knowing. It could hit on all kinds of spots that made me wetter and hotter for him.

  Surrendering to what felt so wild and so natural, the sweat of our bodies in motion connected us more deeply, and when he hit it just right one last time, I felt the sweetness between my legs encompass my being and screamed in delight. I let go over and over as I felt him spill his seed deep within me. Warm and wonderful, he groaned in agony for a release that was desperate. Our bodies shook in unison, our moans speaking and answering each other.

  We had kept each other safe in the sex act, safe in the love.

  When the waves stopped rushing over us we very slowly untangled, and he came to lie next to me. I turned into him and lay in the curve of his shoulder. He held me close. We didn’t talk. We just held on.

  Sometimes things were funny between us, sometimes they were sweet, but here in this hotel room alone with him, time stood still. Sometimes things were just special and didn’t need words.

  Yikes, I sounded like one of the romance novels I reviewed! Or maybe I finally understood it all better. If Grumpy Cat were real, I think she would have smiled back her approval.

  “Why are you smiling, my beauty?” His tight hold on me didn’t cease.

  “I’m feeling really happy, if I must be honest.”

  “Why is it so hard for you to admit you’re happy? I’m happy. I’m soooo amazingly happy right now here with you in my arms. It felt so good to make love and to watch you come.”

  Quietly I answered him. “I guess I get scared. But you kept me safe like you promised, and I’m grateful. I’m grateful, too, that you shared yourself with me.”

  “So, sexy lady, you see that I am a man of my word. I’m so into you. I know it’s fucking corny, but I am.” Holding me close, he looked at me and I nodded back as he dipped in for another kiss.

  Our legs intertwined again. It felt so right.

  “Paul, I have some questions.”

  “Uh-oh, good or bad ones?”

  “Don’t be silly. There are no right or wrong questions, they are just questions.”