by Zoey Kinsman
“Yes, now put me down, you emotional brute!” Gently and slowly he lowered me back down. I loved how he cherished us together.
“Let’s finish up, get some coffees made.”
“Good idea.” I followed him to the kitchen, stuff in hands, when we were done eating.
Again, the teamwork looked good. He cleaned up as I did some spiked coffees. He had a nice bottle of Kahlua in the living room that I grabbed on the way back. I flashed the bottle at him as he was at the sink, and motioned that I was going to be pouring some in. There were no objections.
Both mugs in hand, I let him know that I was moving back out to the pool area.
“I’ll be there shortly.”
“I’ll be waiting for you, bae.”
The twinkle returned to his eye. “Soon, my bae.”
I placed the mugs on the table where we had eaten. Moving quickly toward the pool, I wanted to get in before he got back. Removing all my clothes, no suits needed, I dove in. The water was warm and inviting. A new sense of freedom engulfed me. His love had healed my soul. How could I ever be more grateful, hoping love would always be enough?
As I drifted deep in thought over the refreshing ripples of water, I felt him touch me and take me into his welcoming arms. We held on. Love washed over and over again, unbound.
“Thank you for finding me, for finding us.”
He sighed deeply and ran his hands through my long, wet hair, pushing it back and out of the way, his mouth now on my neck, shoulders, searching for pieces of me to touch even more profoundly.
Quickly my ass was in his hands and his cock spread me open willingly. My legs wrapped around his waist, my back arched to receive him fully, and my breasts reached again to touch his chest.
“Come to me, baby.”
By sheer might he took me in the water. Feelings never before experienced came over us. As if transcended by the experience, not much movement was needed to join and unite in the ecstasy of the tides breaking over us.
He jerked hard once. “Oh, yeah…I am fucking lost in you…ughhh…yeah…” Words spoken for both falling gently over us like the water we were in. My shaken self held on more tightly than before.
After a few minutes, I realized that part of me wanted to cry. The reality of his impending absence hit me hard. It pierced my insides and made me gasp for air. My body jolted upright and yanked on him, and a sound reminiscent of a wounded animal escaped me. But he didn’t let go or look at me. Instead, he stroked every inch of me he could reach, his touch soothing and calming.
“Be still, my love, for I am always with you. I, too, promise to never leave you. Be calm in my arms and know that no matter where we both may go, we hold each other close.”
Comforting me with little words of love, he made my anguish subside and I felt safe once more.
We both swam to the edge. He got out first, getting the towels, and then I got out. He wrapped me tight and then himself. Taking my hand, he led me to his bedroom.
I needed a moment to regroup alone. “Just going to blow my hair out.”
“I might need to do that after you,” he offered up, as a way to lighten the mood.
My smile returned as I made my way in and closed the bathroom door behind me. Turning on the blow-dryer, I sat on the toilet seat and thought about my reaction to his leaving. Over these last three intense weeks with him, night and day, it felt like we had been together for years. It felt like we had learned so very much, and even the true essence of each other. It was going to be brutal without him. Where once I thought him just a frivolous Hollywood actor, he had proven to be something else. There was much love, but he was so much more. In fact he was everything I had always wanted in a mate. Shit, I was really screwed on so many levels.
If it didn’t work out, the hurt would probably scar me forever. But how could I protect myself now? There was no going back, only forward into the unknown abyss that was his life. He’d invited me in, and something that loved him beyond words and feelings asked me to follow. But Grumpy, cynical Cat had returned. She always came back in times of great uncertainty. She was my red flag.
This time, I decided to speak to that part of me.
It was time to take a chance and believe. What if somehow I could turn that cynicism around into the positive? But Grumpy Cat reared back up to warn. Then love begged an internal turn to speak. It beseeched me to love him enough to take the risk. Love pleaded a case beyond selfish needs and the need to protect. Love encouraged me to let our light shine the way.
My insides felt good once more, and so I set out to dry my hair and join him.
When I came out of the bathroom, he was lying on the bed naked and sexy looking with his hands behind his head. He looked at me and suggestively rotated his hips forward. His body moved to match his gyrations. My insides turned over with a sudden urge…it was the hot feeling of lust he was offering up.
“Mr. Wickham, you are insatiable.”
“I believe my love for you is insatiable. Get your fine ass over here!”
Quickly, I found myself on top of that hot bod, ready to ride him once more.
* * * *
“You exhaust me.”
“We need to get back to the gym. I have a commitment to the show, and you have a commitment to yourself and to me.”
“You’re right. Let’s start that back up tomorrow, okay? I need to rebuild my stamina…get centered and all. Mmm…I need sleep first, though…so tired. Good tired, though…love tired…but tired.”
“I take it I’ve exhausted you?” He was whispering with that enticing tongue in my ear as I lay on my side cuddled up next to him.
“Yep…you feel so good…always feel so good.” I was almost asleep as he kissed me goodnight. “And you need to sleep, too…I love you,” I mumbled incoherently now as sleep finally did come to take me away.
That night was immensely restful and restorative. Feeling him next to me the entire night brought a sense of peace not felt in years. Waking once during the night, my eyes gazed upon him lying in profile on his side with his arms around me. Everything was there. His kindness, intellect, beauty, fierceness, and that damn hotness. Quietly, so as not to wake him, I spoke out loud, “I love you.” Then I closed my eyes, letting sleep take me again.
But before I was totally out, I heard his response, “No, I love you more.”
The quiet of the night and her darkness held us secure in our own little bubble. There we stayed, two bodies tangled up as one, not knowing where one started and the other ended.
It was only the rush of morning light through the bedroom window that hammered home the realities of separation. One leg lifted itself off mine, and then arms came undone till we were two individual bodies. We lay still, not wanting to begin the day, instead wanting to hang on to the bliss of yesterday. Both of us were acutely aware that we were one day closer to losing and longing. Shit!
“Come now, my beauty, time to get going.”
“No,” I responded defiantly. “I’m not leaving this bed, ever.”
Scooping me back into his arms, he lifted me right out of the bed. “Now who’s being the child? We talked about the gym and getting things done. Besides, you have to go work and start your intense training program with Trish so we can be together. Remember?”
He kissed me hard. I bit his lip. He looked at me with a touch of surprise in his eye and tilted his head.
“Oh, so you want to play now instead of being a good girl?”
“I want to be a naughty girl, with you!”
As he held me tight, one hand dropped to my side as he tickled me, and I wiggled all over him, laughing and reaching to touch the hardness that was obvious.
“You need to stop that girlfriend, seriously. We are going to get nothing done if we start up again.” I could see he was serious. “And then you’ll hate me for it in the end. So, let’s just fulfill our promises to each other and find each other again later when the commitments are done.”
“Ugh, that’s too
mature and you’re making so much sense. Fine, let me down, and I’ll shower and get ready for the gym. But you know I don’t have a car with me. Should we go get mine?”
“No, I’ll be your chauffeur boy, at your service when needed.” That wink he gave me was totally endearing.
“I like that very much. More time with you for needy and emotionally greedy me.” I kissed his neck and left it wet from my touch. He shivered under me.
“You’re an evil woman.”
“I try.” Laughter escaped. “Now put me down so I can heed your command, gallant sir.”
He put me down and took my hand. I followed him into the bathroom, and we decided to shower together to expedite things. I loved working with him in close proximity. Our bodies would brush up against one another, and my hands and body would gently brush over parts of him that were alluring, fucking hot. That smell of his was instantly enthralling, and I had to remind myself constantly to come back to Earth. Then there was the simple act of watching him groom that gorgeous self that was also so damned exciting. When he trimmed the slight beard that he kept especially for me or combed and brushed back those thick locks that flowed through my hands so easily, my heart skipped beats. I felt it to know it.
Feeling me excited by his presence, he came up from behind me and cupped my breasts in his hands, pressing his firm cock against me. He laid his head down on my shoulder.
“Oh, my beauty, my wonderful delicious beauty whom I adore…” His hands squeezed my breasts harder as I pressed myself back into him, closing my eyes, waiting for his next move.
“I can’t seem to let go…”
“Then don’t.” My body and soul moaned beneath him for his touch.
His hands massaged my sides and then my belly. My moans encouraged him further. Still from behind, I felt him separate my legs and spread them open enough for his hands to enter. His fingers worked me over and brought me to the edge. When I leaned over to use the counter for balance, he reached down and made way for that beautiful cock to enter me. The surge of power within me made me gasp, but he held me as I held onto the counter with more might than before. That hot, powerful rod pulsed back and forth deep, gliding within me, and his hands stroked my moist pussy repeatedly. Tingling sensations took over and rocked me from within. The total power of my release was endlessly overwhelming. He knew it and held on so that I wouldn’t fall apart, but instead I leaned further over the counter, letting him know I was ready for him to feel it, too. He thrust hard and long, groaning with each motion, and then faster till he came inside me. The warmth it created left me feeling whole. He hung on to me from behind.
When he was able to speak, he expressed his delight. “I love naughty you, my beautiful, naughty girl. I really think your pussy was made for me, because my cock loves how she feels.” His hand reached round to pat her now sweetly in appreciation.
As I leaned back on him again, his arms came around my shoulders and chest to hold me close. I felt his heart still thumping reassuringly against my back, rhythmically beating out the song our love had created. Or so it seemed.
“Paul, I am never going to be able to work out and get to work with all these good times going on. You are just too much.”
“Too much good or too much bad?” The laughter in his voice echoed in my own.
“You know you are way too good.”
“All right, come on, let’s get us going one more time.”
Begrudgingly we both finished up, got dressed for the gym, and I packed up some work clothes for after.
We picked up some morning smoothies on the way at the local fresh food groovy spot, where tons of kale was always on display. We would do our coffees after. When we got to the gym, I bought him a guest pass since it was easier for him to come to my gym then me go to his. I knew my classes and routine, and he could flex his muscles basically anywhere.
But today he wanted to run, and thus the treadmill was his friend. With hair tied back, ball cap and non-prescription glasses on for disguise, I left him in the big gym and made my way to my yoga class. Where he needed to burn off the frustration that lay ahead, I needed the balance and centering my class could offer. Nonetheless, I liked knowing he was only a stone’s throw away.
After class, I took another quick shower, moisturized heavily from all the exposure to sun and water lately, and made my way in my professional dress to meet him at the front.
He was standing there already, with his eyes intently on me, watching me walk. Purposely I swayed my hips a bit more. More than one set of male eyes were on me. It seemed funny that I had never noticed that before. Maybe I wasn’t open, or maybe they weren’t Paul Wickham, who knew how to expertly love me. As I approached, I could tell he had noticed the other eyes on me and didn’t like it.
“Hey, how was the class?”
“It was fabulous, to be honest.”
“Did you notice the other men looking at you when you were walking toward me?”
“Yes, and so what?”
“Nothing. It doesn’t bother me because we belong to each other. I am secure in that knowledge. They can look as much as they like, as long as they don’t touch.”
“That goes two ways, you know. There are more ladies that lust after you than a few men that might notice me.” I flashed him my best morning smirk.
“You are too adorable for words. No worries, love. My cock only twitches for you.”
“That’s very reassuring.”
“Coffee, miss?”
“Yes, kind servant, I would like coffee and something substantial to eat, because you leave me famished, always.”
“Haha…I am always hungry for you, not food. But if I must feed you, let’s go to our favorite spot and pick some stuff up.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
We went through the drive-thru to save time and he dropped me at the front of my building only ten minutes late. I could have cared less. Something about the relationship helped me relax and take it easy, knowing I could always catch up.
We sat in front of the building talking for a few minutes.
“What time should I be back for you?”
“I was thinking about that. I was thinking there will be lots of time without you, but that for now I should grab every minute I can till you go.”
“Okay, so where…are…you…going with this?” The look on his face was hopeful.
“I was thinking to maybe only work until one o’clock this week, and then spend the rest of the days with you. Is that good, or will I get in your way?”
“It’s great.” His face lit up. “I could do my stuff in the mornings and then come get you. I’m pretty confident I can get everything done in the mornings if I am more like you, more organized.” He laughed, and I had to join in because he was so damn cute.
“Okay then, see you here at one o’clock.” I kissed him quick and got out, not looking back, never looking back. It would be too hard. But I felt his gaze upon me, watching me walk.
“Hey, good morning, Trish,” I greeted her as I walked in to the office. “We need to have a meeting…all good, so not to worry. Grab your coffee and come join me.”
We sat down in my office now as colleagues, and less as employer with employee. She had stepped up to the tasks thus far asked of her and done well. But now I was about to ask her to do even more. I was putting it all on the line for him.
“So, as it turns out, I might have a contract opportunity in the UK in October and might have to spend a few weeks or more there. I’ll need you to step in and take over while I’m gone. Now, I will be able to communicate with you remotely every day and help answer questions. But basically, you’ll be in charge the times I’m gone fulfilling the contract. How do you feel about that? Are you ready, or am I pushing too far too fast? You can be honest with me.”
She took a few minutes pause and then replied, “I would love the chance to learn more and grow. I just hope I don’t disappoint you. And my only other concern is being able to do it all. Where we are
two there would only be me. So that’s a concern.”
“I’ve thought of that. I think you would have to hire a temp to help with the admin tasks, while you focus on the publishing aspect of it. And of course there would be greater compensation for you, because there would be even greater responsibilities. As well, only for this week, I will be leaving at one o’clock to attend contract meetings and negotiations. When things are more solid, I will discuss it more with you. For now, I need to keep it confidential.”
“Anne, you are so fair. I feel very lucky. Most of my friends don’t have bosses that treat them fairly or equally, but you are tops.”
“Well, I guess I think of you more as a colleague now than an employee. We’ve been together so long, and you deserve this. You’ve worked hard, and equal pay for equal work. Yes, I own the agency, but your salary should reflect your contribution.”
“Oh, my God, I’m going to have an unprofessional moment and tell you that I just love you so much, Anne.” She came around to my desk and hugged the hell out of me. I smiled and patted her arm to help calm her happy, frayed nerves.
“And while we’re talking, Anne, I want you to know that I know something is up with you, but I can’t quite figure it out yet. I have never seen you so content and happy. I also know that when you’re ready you will tell me.”
“Maybe what you are sensing is that I finally have my shit together.” I started to laugh, but she wasn’t biting.
“No, something is definitely different. Is it that guy who does our accounting, the hot professional older gentleman who always comes around in a suit?”
“Are you kidding me? First of all, he’s not that old, and secondly, he’s a business associate. I never mix the two. And why does happiness have to come in the form of a man? Maybe I just looked at things and figured it was time to look at it all differently.”
“Nope, you have a certain glow that women get, and they only get it when they are in love.”
