by Zoey Kinsman
“Okay, grill me again, and then maybe I’ll grill you again.” He laughed robustly at his own pun. It was actually really cute.
“So how did you get this room for us…how did you make it happen?”
“I got up early, hoping that today would be the day, and came over here first to check-in and set up. Do you like it?”
“Yes, very much. It’s absolutely perfect.” I reached to touch his lips and let him know how much it meant to me that he was so thoughtful. Every girl’s dream was for a thoughtful man. “I’m sorry if I disappointed you in any way.” My head turned abruptly away from him.
“Look at me…why would you say that?”
“Well, I am older, not as toned, wrinkled in the wrong spots, not as juiced up as most of your women…you know, the usual insecurities.”
“I don’t find you insecure at all. Stop that nonsense. You know yourself well and you show it.”
“Just want to be beautiful for you.” Again, I looked away.
“You are. You are my beauty. I love every inch of you. Every wrinkle you have or I have speaks of experience. It’s a good thing. I’m very pleased, and I don’t know where all this shit is coming from.”
“Well, that probably has to do with other lifetime’s experiences that are so hard to share. But I made it and I’m here, so I guess it’s all good.”
“Yes, it more than good, it’s great. And you are so good in bed. Man, how you move just makes me nuts.”
“Well, if truth be told, I really loved fucking you, too.”
“Well then, come here to me now, my angel, because I’m ready to grill you once more.”
Indeed he was.
* * * *
He fell fast asleep after that last romp. My own body felt tired, too, but invigorated. A strange feeling of well-being seared through my being. I sat up on one elbow to watch him sleep. He looked so peaceful. Paul Wickham, an angel that could do a girl right. I searched his face, looking for any sign of how much he had lived through prior to me. All of a sudden, I wanted to know everything about him. As he searched every inch of my body, I wanted to look into every inch of what made him tick. Sleeping, one’s soul never lied, and he looked to me to be a very kind, loving man with a stubborn streak toward all that he wanted. He was determined, another commonality between us.
Right then and there, looking at him, I felt so lucky. I honestly hadn’t thought I could ever care again for any man. But he emotionally wooed me, as if knowing me well and what it would take. He wooed me with just being himself. He wooed me with honesty and trust, and that hot sexy body that he knew how to use well. That memory made me giggle again. Looking that body up and down, he was so slamming hot. Muscles that bulged everywhere, and that triangle formed from hard work at the gym where his beautiful cock rested now. Yeah, it needed a rest. I’d worked it out well. Again, the giggles found me. I wanted to touch him, but my instinct told me to let him sleep. And then the look of his long, toned legs captured me. What a gorgeous man, inside and out. I wondered if I would still have opened myself to him had he not been so fine a male specimen. Thinking just on Paul’s personality, I realized that there was nothing regular about him. Take away the fabulous body and you still had a fabulous man. That was way good enough for me.
Not yet able to sleep alongside him, I decided to shower. The hotel bathroom was full of goodies for showering, like gels, soaps, and shampoos from far away exotic destinations that made me feel and smell so tropical. I luxuriated in the shower, allowing myself to indulge in the experience.
When I came out, I dried off and blew my hair out, put on a hotel bathrobe, and went back out to watch him sleep some more.
But he was awake now and on his cell.
“Everything okay?”
“Yep, just got a text from my rep as to my departure date, and just some details and some advance promo they want me to take part in. Do you think that you might want to come with me on some of these dates? You know that couples that experience hardships together stay together.” His tone was a touch sarcastic now, but he was serious.
“You know everyone in your biz has to do the PR, right?”
“Yes, but I really hate it. I meet so many people that want a piece of me or something from me, and as much as I love my fans and am appreciative, I value my privacy more.” Now he looked morose.
“Surely you always knew that with success a certain amount of anonymity would be gone.” I was actually surprised at how naïve he was about his own industry.
“Yes, I knew, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it. So, you’ll come with me to some press events?” His demeanor perked up with that, giddy like a child.
I laughed out loud, seeing him so excited at the prospect of having someone to commiserate with on days he didn’t want to go it alone.
“Okay, let’s order some coffee here and get a little more serious.”
“Oooookay, but you are considering it, right?”
He reached over for the phone and ordered some coffees, sandwiches, and fruit. He really did know how to go all out.
He jumped out of bed and came around to the chair I was sitting in, and gently sat on my lap. My hands went around his cool naked body, and I chuckled with glee at his playfulness. He hugged me hard and then his cock got hard again next to me. We both looked at each other and smiled.
“I better go take my shower now before we have another problem to work out.”
“Hmm…that might be a good idea.” Touching his cock gently as he got up, I made sure to be able to smack his ass as he passed.
“What was that for?”
“To make sure you remember me in the shower.”
“Trust me, I could never forget you, and next time please don’t shower without me. I want you everywhere.”
“Yes, sir!” I saluted him, and he laughed.
“Now, you got it!” I thought he was half-serious.
He ran into the bathroom quickly and closed the door behind him. Probably needed a bit of privacy and alone time, too.
As I waited for him in my bathrobe on the bed, there was a knock on the door. It was room service. Could I be seen in a bathrobe in Paul Wickham’s room? Would someone tell someone and so on? Did he really want me to be seen with him? Then there was another loud persistent knock at the door. Bang, bang, bang! The shower was going, so there was no way he could hear it.
Leaving me no choice, I opened the door a crack and confirmed it was room service.
“Come in,” I motioned the server.
He swiftly entered and laid out all our treats and items for coffee. He passed the bill for me to sign and saw my hesitation. “It’s okay, Mrs. Wickham, you can sign, too. Mr. Wickham put your name on the registration.”
Oh, that was interesting. He told them he’d be coming with the missus. I had to ask him about that. Signing the bill, I added a big tip at Paul’s expense and handed him back the check holder.
He smiled widely at me. I smiled back and looked to make sure my robe was fastened tightly.
As he let himself out, I started to move back toward the bed, but Paul came out of the bathroom first and hugged me from behind. He felt so very good crawling all up and into me. Melding back on and into him, I sighed with satisfaction.
“Hmmm, don’t we both smell divine? You smell so pretty, like a fresh floral bouquet.”
“You smell like musky heat on a summer’s day,” I returned.
“I just think everything we do together is good, Anne.” He was being serious now.
“I’m sure there are some things we could do that wouldn’t work.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know offhand, but when it happens and there’s discord, we’ll know.” We both laughed at the thought.
He spun me around to look at him. “Let’s not be having any discord, okay? I like it harmonious, like right now.”
We both made our way to the lounge area of the suite to sit and enjoy our snacks. This time I chose to sit opposite him, all
owing me the ability to keep watching him. Watching him was becoming fun and interesting all in one.
I poured the coffee this time and laid out the plates, wanting to reciprocate. He had served me enough. As I sipped my coffee, nonchalantly I let it slip that I knew he had added me to the registration under his name.
“Don’t you like being my wife?”
“I don’t even know if I like being your girlfriend yet, so how would I know about being your wife?” Munching away on some fresh fruit, I waited for his reply.
“You mean you think you’re my girlfriend? Hmm…” What a smartass.
“Oh, so I’m your casual fuck buddy?” I played it cool like nothing was really significant in this conversation, even though in truth the whole thing was telling.
Surprising me, he came over to where I sat and went down on bended knee. What the hell?
Taking my hand in his, he asked, “Anne, will you please do me the honor of being my girlfriend, in fun times and bad, and be the one and only I want to make love with repeatedly?”
Looking straight into each other’s eyes, he waited, and I replied, “Yes, I would be honored to be next to you in fun times and run through dark times together. Yes, I want you in my bed repeatedly.” Leaning down, I kissed him all over his face with the chocolate sauce that was on my lips from the dipped strawberries.
“Wait. Let me get some, too, so we can seal the deal.” He licked the spoon from the bowl that held the sauce, and then he licked my lips and face and nibbled on my ears. My hands reached for his face and found his lips. Our tongues circled each other’s mouths in sweet chocolately delight.
We both stopped cold, knowing feelings of lust pulsed anew. Standing, I let the bathrobe fall to the floor. When it hit the ground, he immediately lifted me into his arms and swept me off my feet, back to the bed that would hold us securely until temptation came undone.
From top to bottom he kissed and massaged every inch of me, so tenderly and skillfully. The heat between my legs was alive and waiting for him. Opening my legs for him felt good.
“Not yet.”
He went down, down, till his head was just above my pelvic bone. He bit and licked. Sounds of whimpering and tiny groans escaped me. Knowing at this point I was beyond myself in desire, his tongue licked and teased me all over my pussy, until I jerked upwards and he was in. He grabbed my ass and pulled me even closer. He worked on me, played me like a violin, and my whimpers turned into full blown moans of the pleasure that was repeating itself over and over.
“Paul, please, please, I need you inside me. I need to feel you…to connect.” Even the panting surprised me.
He came up to rest his head next to me, and I felt his power make its way into me and thrust. He raised himself up for his final thrust, and I could see his face contort in anguish, then pleasure. He left himself inside me, warm and satisfied.
Then we were done, both euphorically exhausted once more. I held him so tightly.
“Hold me, hold me so I don’t lose myself…hold on to me.”
“I’ve got you, Paul. I’ve got you.” I kissed his cheeks and rubbed my face against the soft stubble starting to form again. “I’ve got you.” I said it one more time so he’d know it to be true.
The smell of our sex was everywhere, surrounding us, comforting and reassuring. I breathed it in deeply, never wanting to forget how we were together.
“There’s something so addictive about you.”
“There’s something so addictive about you.” My hands and arms stroked his back now.
“I like how you hold me; makes me feel like you just get me.”
Speaking quietly, as to not break the spell, I said, “I don’t know if I do, but I want to know you deeply and as completely as possible. Are you all right with that?”
He kissed me tenderly and whispered his yes.
We stayed connected for several minutes more before he turned himself and fell next to me on the bed. Both looking toward the ceiling, our hands found each other and joined together, melting two into one. Lying on my back, I didn’t have to worry about gravity sucking everything down. I looked like the firmer, younger version of me. Nonetheless, he didn’t seem to care about my age issues from what I could tell, and in this very moment with him, it was reassuring.
“You are becoming part of my soul, part of who I am, Anne.”
I grinned widely at my new friend the ceiling, for she wouldn’t tell the secret of how happy those words made me.
“Let us join as one, be there for each other, and still leave room for ourselves. Let us know our souls and keep light between us, so we can always find our way back home to each other.”
“That’s beautiful. Where is it from?”
“Me…just now in my head. You inspire me.” Turning my head to look at him, I watched his reaction. Those blue eyes lit up like Christmas lights on a tree, twinkling his approval and pleasure in my direction.
I was bold and kissed him to affirm our connection.
Letting the quiet settle once more on us, time was suspended that hot July afternoon at a West Hollywood Hotel.
* * * *
We had both fallen fast asleep, and somehow throughout that process we found ourselves cuddled up tightly against each other.
He was the first to wake. Feeling his hands running through my hair and against my face, I became acutely aware of someone staring intently at me.
“Beauty…my beauty, even in your sleep you are beautiful. I love the little knowing wrinkles that want to form around your eyes that you probably hold back with the latest cream. They speak of someone who knows so much, or maybe too much. I wish I could be so wise.”
It was an interesting and observant comment that required a just response. I had to shake myself more awake to accomplish that.
Merely smiling, I looked into his searching face and replied, “You will know more. It’ll take about another fifteen years.” Then the laughter escaped me once more.
“Don’t use sarcasm and humor to deflect from the truth. You have a brilliant mind.”
“And how would you know that? I’ve only been using my body here today.” Now I was on a roll.
Those hands that knew how to touch so well were all over me again, marching up and down my back as he held me. I could feel him wanting to laugh as well.
“Yes, you’re right. And it’s a fine body at that. But still, I love when you talk smart. It’s the ultimate turn-on.”
“You mean you just want me for my brain? So you’re sucking my brain and not my pussy? Okay, I’ll remember that and try and spout off some wisdom next time we do it.”
“Stop it…you’re exasperating me again. You know I love to just do you, but what I’m trying to say is that I like many aspects of you. Are you just here for my body? Aren’t there other things about me you like?”
He looked at me now as if trying to ward off rejection. I had to stop making jokes…he was right. I was deflecting.
“There are so many things I love about you besides your wicked body.”
“My wicked body?”
“Yes, your hot, wicked body that you know turns the ladies on.” And I gave him a fist to the arm to reinforce that he knew it to be true. Now he laughed.
“Yes, I’ve worked very hard on it, and I’m happy to see that it’s paying dividends.” After a long pause he further asked, “So what is it that makes you stay besides my body?”
“Because Paul, you are quite bright yourself. You are stimulating, insightful, kind, and really funny. So there, I’ve laid it all out for you. If you are now bored with me because you have conquered me, feel free to leave.” I looked away.
“You’re very good at trying to push me away, but I’ve got news for you, I’m not going anywhere. We promised to each other to take this journey together, and we’re going to do it!”
My only response was to lean in and up to reach him and those luscious pink lips that beckoned to me. Our kisses were always so passionate, as if trying to captur
e time and hold her still for a little while longer.
But then I saw the clock on the night table. It was already after eight in the evening. I had work tomorrow, and it was important work.
“Paul, it’s after eight, and I need to get home and organized for work tomorrow. We have to get up and go.”
As I was starting to pull away, he pulled me back. Suddenly I found myself directly on top of him. There was no room between us. His arms went around me, my arms pinned to my sides.
“No, not yet…I don’t want to let you go”
“You’re being silly. I have to go home and get ready for work.”
He was grinning up at me, but I wouldn’t budge. My firm stare was fixated on his face.
“Ugh, can’t you just go with it?”
“No, come on…it’s been a great day. Let’s leave it on a happy note and look forward to the next time.”
His grasp on me loosened. Those bulging muscles lifted me off him and put me back down on my side of the bed. He sat up quickly and moved to the edge of the bed, away from me, as if determined to create space. Usually quite verbal, he was somehow silenced, and I didn’t understand it.
“Please talk to me. I don’t know why you’re so upset.”
“You figure it out.”
“That’s not nice.” Why the need to hurt?
“Do you think it’s nice to just leave someone when they’re not ready to let go?” This sounded more like his own personal issues than a new relationship trying to take form.
“Are any of us every really ready to let go of something so special?”
“Fuck…why are you making so much sense? I hate that. Can’t we just be nonsensical and enjoy all that is here?”
“Yes, but within the structure of day to day realistic life. I can’t just fuck off and not work. Who will pay my bills and keep a roof over my head? You know I’ve been fucked over and I have to do for myself, because no one else will.”
“I will.” The softness in his voice was touching.
My hands reached to touch his bare back and speak to him through touch, to let him know I cared because he cared so much.
