Only Good With You

by Zoey Kinsman

  “Yeah, that would be a good start. But tell me, how do you actually see yourself?”

  We were busy still munching away when he asked me to pause and deep think on that question.

  “I don’t know. I see myself as still having it…maybe pretty, good looking for my age.”

  “See, that’s your problem. You qualify it. ‘Good looking for my age.’ Why do you say it like that? You are amazingly beautiful, and age has nothing to do with it. Your vision of yourself is distorted.”

  “You just need glasses.” I tried joking with him now, but he wouldn’t have it.

  “Stop it, Anne. Have you looked in the mirror? Do you not see just how beautiful you are?”

  “I see a pretty woman. I see the lines creeping in, and I see my tummy needing help, so that’s what I see.” I had been brave with my comments, but what the hell? If he was going to care, there it was in plain sight.

  “You make no sense. I’ve seen and slept with women way younger than you that look way worse. Why can’t you just give yourself the credit? Do you really think I would be attracted to you if you were, in fact, as you described? Who doesn’t have a line or two, who realistically doesn’t have some flab? I’m only toned to shit because of my job. It’s a prerequisite for me. You are all beautiful and human to me. You are the most magnificent form of woman to me. Plus, you have brains. It’s an erotic combo. And…we need to stop talking about you, because it’s gets me horny, and I really am digging this veggie burger.”

  “Are you real or a figment of my imagination? I can’t believe any man would see me as a whole human being, and not just as the smart business woman I project most of the time. I must be dreaming.”

  “Or are you selling yourself short? I bet you there were many men who wanted you, but you never saw it. I’m only with you because I had the balls to pursue you.”

  There was some ketchup at the side of his mouth now that I went around to lick clean for him. His look of shock and immediate lust made it hard for me not to chuckle. I went back to sit, but he quickly grabbed hold of my hand, preventing my return.

  “Get back here, you little tease.” I sat on his lap and felt the boner problem emerging once more. But this time, I had no desire to stop his rocket from launching.

  Rubbing him as hard as I could while looking playfully into his eyes for his wicked response, I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted to fuck him so bad.

  Opening his pants, he let loose that beast on me. “What are you going to do now that you’ve created this problem?”

  “I’m going to fuck you on your bed.” I grabbed his hand and led him to his bedroom. “Get naked for me.”

  Our clothes were off in a matter of minutes.

  “Now lie down on the bed for me.”

  Moist and ready, I got on top of him. His cock found its way easily into me, and I moved up and down on him, possessed, straddling him between my hips. With each movement, he thrust harder and harder into me. His hands were firmly planted on my breasts.

  “Ohhh…yeah…I love your tits, they make me crazy.” Then he gripped my nipples between his fingers and rubbed hard back and forth. My pleasure increased tenfold and my moans amplified.

  Bending over, I bit his lip and our tongues fought furiously as I felt him move even deeper inside me.

  “Yeah baby, you feel so good, fuck me…fuck me hard.” My pussy was purring with delight.

  Riding him to the edge, I gasped when he grabbed me tight and, in a flash, rolled us over to finish off. Now on my back with my legs on his back, he licked my breasts as he moved faster and faster. “Come for me, my beauty.”

  As the euphoric sensations washed through me and in me, I let go. “Oh, yeah, …yeah…harder…harder…yeah…” My body shook with intense spasms of delight.

  “That’s good baby…let it out…let it go.”

  When I didn’t think I could take anymore, he kept thrusting till I felt his warm liquid fill me and my body trembled once more beneath him. I grabbed hold of him hard and didn’t let go this time.

  We held on silently till all our body parts calmed and our breath relaxed once more. Neither one of us wanted to be the first to move. I wanted him on me and in me still.

  “Anne, I think I’m falling in love with you, falling so hard in love with you.”

  “I feel the same.” I turned my head to his and looked for his reaction. He found my lips and tenderly kissed me, our lips speaking for each other.

  A feeling of newness in the air lingered, a sense of revelations and dreams surrounded us. Sweetness and goodness sparkled the spotlight bright on a moment that came around rarely, a sense of awe prevailed. Neither one wanted to leave the moment.

  He would be the first one to move. Rolling onto his back, he ran his hands through his long, dark blond locks. All the while I watched and waited, hardly breathing. My hand found his.

  “I was scared, my beauty, that you wouldn’t feel the same way…or wouldn’t let me know if you did feel the same. Big risk for me.”

  “My heart beats the same rhythm. No games, it’s tiresome. I would rather be open and free and see where the road goes. I knew love when you didn’t give up, when you stuck with me when I made it hard for you. The feelings don’t scare me. I just hope you never give up. That scares me the most. But the feelings are real and beautiful.”

  I crawled on top of him again, lying flat along his entire body. His legs wrapped around me. Heaven wrapped up tightly in our constellation.

  “I love you completely…deeply. For now…for always. I’m not going anywhere…don’t be afraid, ever. We’ll do us and keep each other safe.”

  Believing his words and the emotions spoken out loud, I reached for his sweet, tasty kisses that I somehow couldn’t get enough of. Our lips swelled with overuse, from pleasure. His stubble rubbed rough, imprinting our yearning on my flesh.

  Finally I spoke. “Swim?”

  “Yes, that would be nice. Naked?”

  “I’m not that brave yet, but stick with me and maybe soon.”

  Smiling brightly in my direction, he took my hand and said, “Come, I’ll teach you how to be brave. Trust me, beauty?”

  “Yes!”

  He grabbed my hand and slowly lifted me into his arms again. Quickly he moved to the pool area in the back of his house, pushed open the gate with his foot, and descended the stairs into the pool with me holding onto him, his physique looking even more magnificent in the moonlight.

  It was a good warm L.A. night for a late-night dip. The water was cool but not cold. The clear water enveloped us quickly as he went deeper within her depths. Feelings rushed.

  He didn’t let go of me till I was ready, then he slowly lowered me, naked, into the water. I floated free and easy in front of him. He watched and then pulled me back into his arms. Both soaked now, we hugged each other in pure appreciation for what was happening. Our arms held each other close and our lips connected us once more. My legs wrapped so joyously around that body that knew me so intimately. We were slowly slipping down, down into the waters that welcomed our newfound love, then we floated back to each other, looking to never separate again.

  “Who knew, Paul Wickham, that you could be so much fun, so enticingly good?”

  “Well, we have years to make up for, years we could have been together but weren’t.”

  “You have such a romantic spirit, my love.”

  “I’ve always kept it hidden, below the surface, simmering, waiting for the right person. I never seemed to trust enough to reveal my true self. Thus, the prick image, right?”

  “Thank you for your love and trust. I will be very careful not to break that trust or to lose your love. They mean everything to me.”

  Floating on my back now, I looked at the night sky sprinkled with stars and couldn’t imagine better times than right now. He followed my lead and we were content.

  After some time, he moved back toward the stairs and I naturally followed. Hand in hand we exited the pool. He half-ran and picked
up some towels for us. He toweled off fast and then came around with a fresh, dry one to do my legs and back. Oh, this man knew how to please in all areas of life. His touch on my body felt so good. No lies.

  The night air had a chill to it now, so we wrapped ourselves up tightly in towels and went back in.

  “Coffee?” he offered.

  “Anything to warm up my insides would be good.”

  We went back to the kitchen, and I sat at his table while he made us some decaf. There was a big picture glass window overlooking the garden, with a beautiful view. I could easily feel comfortable living here. Wow, that was an eye-opening revelation, given that my place was a stark contrast to this one.

  “I really like your place, you know.”

  “Really? Tell me why you like it,” he said as he placed two hot mugs of java down for us to drink.

  “It’s so warm and inviting. I like the warm toned colors and the large rooms, and the views are beautiful. I like all the wood everywhere…yeah, I think that’s it. Now, I haven’t tried the bathrooms yet and that’s always a deal breaker, so I’ll let you know.” I looked up from the rim of my mug to see his reaction to my assessment.

  “You’ll like the bathrooms. They’re large, too, and one has a whirlpool for two, for us.”

  “Nice. But how many times have you used that whirlpool with someone else? You know, I’m an original. I don’t do the already done.”

  “Wow, then you really are a lucky woman, because I’ve never used it with another woman. Remember, I liked to fuck, not cuddle in a whirlpool. That’s reserved.”

  “Reserved for what?”

  “Reserved for someone special, for someone I love.” His gaze had a way of holding me fixed tight, looking upon his expressive face. He was speaking to me through those blue eyes, telling me that he had found that special someone.

  My eyes searched his to find just the right instant to say, “Thank you for finding me.”

  Happiness was written all over his face. “You were not easy to find. When I landed Viceroy, I knew I was ready to be with you. I could match you step for step in terms of money and career. I tried so many times to reach out, to find a way to you, to find a way in. It was hard. The Internet kept me up to date on you, but there just wasn’t enough info, especially after your divorce. Then when you showed up that night with Trish, I knew that my prayer had been heard and that destiny was at play.”

  “You know, you do sound a bit stalkerish.”

  “Haven’t you ever had a crush? Haven’t you ever dreamed big and hoped it would come true? You were always my big dream.” His eyes once more beseeched a real answer from me.

  “Yes, I did dream big, but it didn’t work out. So, now I dream realistically. Pain is not my forte.”

  “I don’t do pain well either, but I’m not afraid anymore to dream big. Dream big or die. I thought we put that fear to bed.”

  “Well, you are a big dream come true. That is for sure. I just don’t get how you always knew you wanted me, or that we’d even be good together.”

  “Felt it intensely when I saw you at that event way back when. The thing is, it was always just a dream. So no stalker behavior, like you say. I didn’t act on it, just longed for you from afar. But when I got Viceroy, I knew it could be a reality. Getting Viceroy made the difference. If you didn’t show up that night at the Con, I probably would have found some way through someone to connect with you. I had to know if my instincts were right. And boy, was I right. I think I’m going to keep listening to my gut.”

  “Yes, you obviously have amazing instincts.”

  “Well, maybe not amazing, but pretty good. If they were amazing, I would have been able to save my mom, right?” Emotion rushed up, overtaking his senses. He looked away to regroup.

  I had forgotten that we both knew incredible pain inflicted by loved ones.

  Reaching for his hands now, I grabbed on. “May we both never know that kind of pain again.”

  “Amen.”

  “Do you visit her grave? Does it bring you any kind of peace?”

  “No, I can’t go back there. It’s too much for me. My peace comes from knowing that I had no control over it, I was powerless to affect the outcome. He would have gone after her no matter where she was. Even if I had gotten her out, the experts told me that he wouldn’t have given up till he found her and punished her for leaving. Anne, it was all so sick and dysfunctional. They believed that I might have gotten caught in the crossfire. Maybe she was sparing me? Her love for me is eternal. I feel it around me all the time. Hey, you’re the only person, except for the shrink I needed when it went down, that I’ve talked openly with about this stuff.”

  “You mean you never talked to a trusted friend?”

  “Nope, it’s not macho to talk about weakness where I come from.”

  “It’s not weakness at all. You show great strength. I’m in such awe of you. I’m also so happy to be here with you, and to be able to share our innermost thoughts and feelings with each other. You know, the openness goes two ways. I’ve told you things I’ve never been able to tell others. Maybe destiny did play her hand here. You’ve got me convinced, how about that?”

  “Wow, I’ve had an impact on that tarnished, cynical soul?”

  “Yep, I think you have.”

  He could see that I was starting to shiver from being cold now.

  “Let’s go to bed and I’ll warm you back up, love.”

  Back in his bedroom and warm under the covers, he began his mission to woo me once more, but this time it wasn’t sex he was after.

  “You know, I want to spend all my time with you before I have to go back to Ireland to film.”

  “Yeah, I want that, too.”

  “Well, I was thinking that maybe we could split all our time either here or your place. I mean, we’ve spent the entire time since we met together, so why not make it a permanent thing?”

  “What do you mean? I’m not following.”

  “What if you came to live with me, or I went to live with you?”

  “Oh, okay, now I get it. Don’t you think it’s too fast to do that?”

  “Nope, because we are going to end up together every night anyways. You know it and I know it. So, why not just state it out loud and do something about it. I’ve got about three weeks left here in L.A., and I want all that time to be with you. I don’t want to be wasting time driving back and forth. It’s just a waste.

  “Hmm, can I think on it?”

  “No, because that’s a waste of time, too. Make a decision and just go for it. It’s only three weeks, and if you hate me by the time I leave then you can go home and cut me off. But you know that’ll break my heart.” Batting his eyes and pouting his lips, he was so hard to resist.

  “You’re such a good actor!” I laughed at his mischievousness.

  “So, what’s it going to be? Can I move in with you?”

  “How about we spend the week days at my place and the weekends here? That sounds like a good compromise to me.”

  “Ever the good businesswoman, Ms. Sullivan, you’ve made a deal I can’t refuse. Let’s shake on it.”

  He extended his hand and as I reached for his, he drew me in once more. Ready and waiting to do more, he ignited my fires for him.

  “Oh, my God, Paul, I’m not going to be able to get up and go to work tomorrow if we follow through now…oh, that feels so good…Paul…” His hands were working me over between my legs, juicing me up. “Oh, yeah, baby…so good…mmm…more…” Before I knew it that big hard cock was inside me, driving its own need. Our connection, always intense, made for deep satisfaction that came fast this time, racing toward thrilling heights of bliss. Shuddering, trembling, and holding on to each other, we let what we both felt speak for itself.

  When we both came back down, we fell fast asleep in each other’s arms.

  * * * *

  The next morning, I felt the slight touch of his fingertips on my belly, lovingly caressing me.

  “He
y, you, you better get up and get going, or you’ll be blaming me for being a bad influence.”

  Grunting out loud, I inquired, “What time is it?”

  “Time to go before Trish asks you more questions.”

  “I don’t want to go. I’m stuck in the happy. Help me move.”

  He gently smacked my ass. “C’mon, let me bathe you and help you get ready.”

  “Uh, no, that won’t be happening, because we both know what will happen if you try to bathe me.” I couldn’t contain my laughter now, it was full of joy.

  “You’ve got a point there. How about if you get up and going, and I’ll drive you in and pick you up so you can relax?”

  “That’s a great offer, but I have to go get clothes tonight for tomorrow.”

  “So, I’ll pack a bag before I come for you and stay over this time.”

  “I like that idea very much.” Slowly, all sore from his determined and pleasurable lovemaking the previous night, I eased my way to the edge of the bed and pushed myself up.

  “You’re going to kill me, you know?”

  “You’re building stamina. Tell yourself that.”

  “Yes sir.” Grabbing my bag, I made my way to the bathroom. Yeah, I even liked his bathrooms, too. This was just too much.

  After showering and getting ready for the day, I went out to greet him. He was on his cell texting. I didn’t want to interrupt so I motioned that I would wait for him in the kitchen. It gave me a chance to go over my messages as well.

  A few minutes later, still damp and his hair wet from the shower, he came to get me in a white tee and royal blue shorts that were short, wearing flip-flops. My desire for him skyrocketed on the spot. And he smelled divine. Fuck, he had some kind of effect on me.

  My hands reached to touch his taut chest and roam over his lush terrain. He stopped me.

  “My beauty, you can have this whenever you want, but you have to go to work. You’ll thank me later.” He turned me toward the door and playfully pushed me forward. “If I can do it, so can you.”

  “No fair…I’m wanting you.”

  “Yeah, yeah…come on now, my beauty.”