by Melanie Ting
“We have to keep up our reputation as the granola and yoga capital of Canada,” I said.
“You guys all like to stop and smell with your noses.”
I laughed loudly.
“What’s so amusing?”
“Wasn’t that a joke? I mean, it’s supposed to be ‘stop and smell the roses.’”
He shook his head. “Merde. I get caught between languages sometimes. Then when I go home, my family complains how much my French sucks.”
“Do you dream in French?” I wondered. Apparently, that was how to tell what your natural language was.
“I don’t dream,” he said.
“That’s impossible! Everyone dreams.”
He shrugged. “If I dream, I don’t remember my dreams.”
Nobody could be as in control of his life as Leo appeared. He didn’t even have unconscious thoughts? But I couldn’t help but envy his complete confidence. “It must be so nice to be you.”
“How so?”
“I don’t know, you’re so sure of yourself. You know what you’re doing and you don’t worry about what anyone thinks.”
“Set your own goals and don’t worry about the rest. You have to maintain your focus.” He sounded like a total coach.
“Easy for you to say. But women are different. We think about communities and people’s feelings constantly.”
Leo pulled into his parking spot. He turned off the car and reached for me. He lifted my chin and pressed his mouth against mine in a brief, warm kiss. “Vive la difference, Jacqueline.”
One kiss and I was already melting into a puddle of lusting goo. I’d be lucky to be able to stand up when I got out of the car. On the plus side, I’d be able look up the leg of his dress pants once I was lying on the pavement.
I managed to make it to the living room of Leo’s apartment. Here we were, in the exact same situation as a few days ago... except I was now confident and calm. As if. I am woman. Hear me not totally wimp out this time.
Leo wasn’t acting flirty or seductive. He was maintaining a polite distance in keeping with his whole promise of respecting my timing. But damn it, I wanted to plunge headfirst in something physical—before I lost my nerve completely and we ended up on Planet Platonic.
“So, you had a tough day at work?” I asked. He had to push back our dinner by half an hour. Also, what a lame thing to say. I sounded more like his wife of fifty-plus years.
Leo nodded. Talking about work came easily to him, because his mind seemed to be half there anyway. He was a multi-tasker who was able to check his phone and make notes while being completely charming and seductive.
“Yeah, there’s one player. He’s been struggling for the past few weeks. He keeps coming to talk to me, but on the ice, he can’t move forward. We’re trying to figure out what his issues are.”
“Oh, what do you think the problem is?”
“He’s got some kind of performance anxiety.”
I snorted. “Just like me.”
Leo slid his arm down the couch behind me. “I’ve been thinking about your problem too—what to do about your nervousness.”
“Really? What?” Other than turning the amp on your sexiness down from eleven.
“What if we took all the worry away?”
“How would we do that?”
“What if I take charge of this body? You can relax and enjoy yourself.”
For emphasis, he trailed his fingers down my collarbone, over my chest and rested them just above my nipple. Could he feel it hardening through my bra? He smiled at me—his expression teasing and mischievous.
“I don’t understand…” I was getting a glimmer of an idea though.
“I’ll be in charge. I’ll tell you everything I want you to do tonight—what I’ve wanted to do to you ever since I saw this ass in my kitchen.” He reached around and squeezed my ass to punctuate this sentence. He kissed along my jawline and up to my mouth. When he got to my lips, he thrust his tongue inside and I sucked on it. The strange unexpectedness of everything he did was so appealing to me. After so many years of sex without surprises, this void was both daunting and tempting.
“So, I don’t have to do anything?” I swallowed. Just lie back and do what he told me. “You’re not going to tie me up or anything are you?”
His eyes narrowed, and his smile morphed into something dangerous. “Do you want me to tie you up?”
“No. I’m not comfortable with that.” Although it sounded ridiculous to say about someone I was ready to have sex with, I hardly knew him. I didn’t think he was a serial killer, but being totally helpless was not appealing to me. What if I had to pee? “But the rest sounds… okay.”
“Do you agree that I can be in charge?”
I nodded, speechless.
“Say it,” he urged me.
“I’ll do... whatever you want. Whatever you tell me.” The words made me free. I didn’t have to take any responsibility.
“Deal,” he said. He kissed me again, this time harder. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, and the hot motion made me liquid inside. He kissed me until I was dizzy with anticipation.
“Unbutton your shirt.” Now Leo’s voice was low and authoritative. Like a coach. You couldn’t ever question what your coach told you to do.
My fingers fumbled with the buttons, and the thin white cotton felt as heavy as burlap as I struggled to undo each fastening. Finally I was done, the two sides of my shirt revealing a thin column of skin.
Leo reached out with casual grace and opened my shirt. His eyes raked down over my dark pink bra and my tummy. I was holding my stomach muscles in, worrying that my body wasn’t as hard and smooth as the younger girlfriends he was used to. Again, I felt like running, pulling my shirt back on and leaving.
“Beautiful,” Leo said. His hands circled my waist and slowly moved up my ribs. His touch was agonizingly slow as he caressed every inch of the skin on my sides. I bit my lower lip and pushed out my breasts, longing to feel his slightly calloused fingertips on them.
He was watching me. “You want me to touch you there?”
How did this work? He was in charge, but I got to make demands too? I nodded. I wanted him to touch me everywhere with those magic fingers. He worked his hands up under the cups of my bra. I shivered as he plucked at my nipples, pulling and elongating them. “Ohhh,” I gasped. He slid his hand behind me and undid my bra with one deft move.
“Take it off,” he commanded.
I shucked my shirt and bra in the too-bright lighting. Leo pushed me back against the sofa and fastened his skillful mouth onto one breast. He sucked and licked away at my already puckered nipple, cupping the other breast in his hand. The only sound in the room was the noisy suction.
“Oh God,” I moaned. I was so turned on that my thighs were rubbing together instinctively. My back arched and thrust my breast further into his mouth. He dropped one hand to my lap and rubbed roughly between my legs. Everything felt so good. And the swirling disorientation of not knowing what would happen next was turning me on.
Finally he released my tortured nipple and kissed me on the mouth. I pushed up against him, enjoying the feeling of his rough wool sweater against my naked skin.
“So eager now,” Leo mocked me. “Stand up now, Jacqueline.”
I stumbled to my feet, swaying a little in my high ankle boots. He motioned to my zipper. I undid it and pulled down my black dress pants. I began to take off my boots, but Leo stopped me.
“I like the heels,” he told me. Again the newness of him was a turn on for me. I managed to get the pants off. Now I was only wearing a pair of pink, lacy panties and black suede booties.
“Kneel on the table,” Leo said. I moved onto the teak surface and knelt there. He came around behind me, and I watched over my shoulder. “Very, very nice,” he breathed, and I felt the light touch of his long fingers on my ass. He pulled up my panties until they became a thong, exposing my ass cheeks but still covering my crevice. I was so ready for him. He kept touching
me, and his hands were awakening the very cells of my skin.
“God, what are you doing?” I said. Was this foreplay? Teasing? I wanted him to touch me where it counted.
“Stick your ass out.” His voice was harsher now, and I felt a flicker of uncertainty. Really, I hardly knew this guy.
Then smack. His hand landed hard on my ass. First one cheek and then the other.
“Unnnnh.” It hurt. Not a lot, but it definitely stung. I turned back to look at him, and he was watching me like I was his science project.
“When I met you, I sensed that this is what you really wanted. Am I right?”
Without waiting for an answer, he smacked me again. Over and over. His spanks weren’t any harder, but as my ass grew more sensitive it hurt more. But it was like a battle of wills, I kept my ass high and jutting out. Taking everything he gave me, but crying out with each smack. It was turning me on, the strangeness, all the sensation, and Leo’s fantasies.
Finally, he stopped and pulled my panties down to my knees. Then he pushed apart my legs and applied his mouth right to my wet centre, licking and teasing. He thrust his tongue inside me, and then sucked my clit hard. I came immediately and cried out.
He stopped and laughed. Then he helped me stand up. My panties fell to my ankles and I stepped out of them.
“Did you like all that?” he asked me. “You came fast enough.”
“I don’t know,” I replied honestly. “I don’t know if I liked the spanking, or the fact you were doing it.”
Leo grinned at that answer. He was still fully dressed, while I was almost naked. “I want you to walk slowly down the hall to my bedroom.”
He followed behind me. I glanced over my shoulder, and his eyes were fixed on my ass—glowing red and bobbing up and down as the heels forced me to catwalk. I felt inexplicably proud, like I was so sexy that he couldn’t take his eyes off me.
His bedroom looked even neater than I had left it. I stopped by the bed, not sure what to do and embarrassed by seeing myself in the wall mirror.
“Now you undress me,” he commanded. I turned and lifted his sweater, easing it off him. He wore a white t-shirt underneath, and I removed that too. That muscled chest I remembered so well was revealed again. Did he want me to do the same things he’d done to me? Because I wanted to. I ran my hands over his bare chest and then suckled on his nipple like a starving kitten. He shivered, and I heard a low growl. Finally, I was breaking his self-control a little, after I’d orgasmed all over his mouth after only a few minutes of pleasuring.
But not all his self control. He told me to remove the rest of his clothes. I knelt in front of him, and removed his shoes and socks. Then I unzipped his pants and pulled them down impatiently. When I finally got to his fitted trunks, his cock sprang out. It was as gorgeous I’d imagined it: a smooth, pale column. And yes, he’d been doing some manscaping, but it wasn’t necessary. He didn’t need an optical illusion to make this baby look bigger.
I raised my head and pulled him into my mouth. As I sucked on his hardening length, this feeling of exhilaration and freedom came over me. It was like there was only this moment and no future or past. Just us, wanting each other so badly.
His hand brushed the hair from cheek. I looked up, and he was smiling down at me. “So beautiful. Ahhh, yeah, that’s so good.”
He was growing in my mouth, becoming longer and thicker. Sucking him was becoming difficult, so I relaxed my mouth and let him fuck it with slow strokes.
“Put your hands behind your back,” he commanded. I grasped one wrist with the other hand, which thrust out my chest and lifted my chin. “Yeah, perfect.”
This position turned him on. I could tell by the swelling of his cock and the jerky pace of his thrusts. He was a little kinky, but I had to admit I liked it. No responsibility. Just doing what I was told and enjoying the hell out of everything.
He cradled the back of my head in his hands and pushed a little deeper. He was careful though, watching me and stopping right before my murmur of protest. Was this his method? Push my limits a little more every time, until... well, I had no idea what we might do next. That thought made me even wetter, and there was an aching emptiness inside me. I wanted him to fill it so badly that I moaned, “Please.”
“What is it?” Leo asked. He pulled out so I could answer.
I spoke to his shiny wet cock. “I want you inside me.”
He chuckled. His laugh sounded exactly like an evil cartoon villain. He lifted me until I was sitting on the edge of the bed. Then he unwrapped a package of lube, and began to spread it on me, making my moist parts even slicker. He paid special attention to my clit, rubbing extra lube around and around that little button until I felt weak.
“God. Stick it in me,” I pleaded.
Leo laughed harshly. “You don’t have to ask, I wanna fuck you whenever I look at you.”
I watched as he pulled out a condom and rolled it onto his erect penis. What was even the point of a condom when we’d already performed oral sex on each other? But maybe it was part of sex today, an acknowledgement that you weren’t really committed to each other. That there might be other partners. I shook the thoughts away. I needed to stop analyzing everything.
“Tell me what to do,” I begged. His whole naked body was so amazing that I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
“Get on your hands and knees. First,” he added with a suggestive promise.
I turned over and presented my ass high, as he liked it. He squeezed my ass cheeks, and I felt the tap of his erection between my legs. He parted me with his hand and inserted the tip of his cock inside me.
“God, yes,” I moaned, tilting my head back. It was like an itch inside that was finally going to be scratched. He thrust slowly inside.
“You feel so good around my cock,” Leo murmured. I tried hard to squeeze him inside and wriggled to increase his sensations. But I didn’t know what turned him on, so I had to be aware of his reactions. I listened for a sharp intake of breath or word of approval as I raised myself to meet him and he stroked in and out. That beautiful perfect friction. It felt so good, and finally I was beyond thinking and worrying. Our bodies parted and met in a basic animal rutting.
“Ugh, so good,” I groaned. Leo was moaning too. His pace was getting faster and more erratic, and then he pulled out completely.
I let out a noise of complaint. He flipped me over and spread my legs apart. He fastened that talented mouth to my clit again. His tongue flicked and teased out that incredible rush of sensation.
“Oh my God, I’m coming,” I screamed as Leo held my thighs wide and worked me until I collapsed limp on the bed. Then he moved up between my thighs and pushed inside me again. It was even more intense this time as he raised my ass and thrust harder and went deep, increasing the pace. I could see him now, but the sharp planes of his face were shadowed by the bedside lamp. He closed his eyes as he let himself relax and feel it all.
“Oh fuck,” he cried out as he thrust one last time. Then he collapsed onto me. I held him to me, feeling the hot sweat on our bodies slowly evaporate. I felt exhausted and exhilarated at the same time.
He finally rolled off me but kept an arm draped across me.
“That was fucking amazing,” he muttered.
Uh, yeah, times a hundred. I wanted to scream out loud, “I just had sex! And orgasms.” But instead I snuggled into Leo’s side. I liked the feel of his strong body next to mine almost as much as the actual sex. Almost.
“Should I stay or go?” I asked. What was the etiquette here?
“Stay.” His eyes were closed, and his voice half-asleep. He was going to be out in about two minutes. But staying meant the possibility of even more sex. Yay!
14
Nothing Compares
Jackie
Leo was kissing me—messy, passionate kisses with his tongue deep into my mouth. Then he stopped and began kissing me all over my face, licking my cheeks, and licking my... hair?
Someone was licking my hai
r.
“What are you doing?” I sat up in bed. Minx was sitting on my pillow. “Were you licking me? That is so weird.”
She meowed loudly, and I looked at the time. Sunday morning and I had slept in until after eight o’clock. Her breakfast time was an hour ago. I never slept in. In fact, I hadn’t slept through the night since... well, since Brent left.
But I had slept well at Leo’s place on Friday night, and now again at mine.
Crapola. Was I turning into some kind of stereotype? Dried-up single mom who finally gets some and comes to life. I got out of bed and fed Minx on autopilot. There was no question, I felt fantastic. A good night’s sleep and orgasms were a cure-all.
Since nobody was around, I skipped my morning shower, pulled on old jeans and a button-down shirt, and began painting. The large vase of bright red tulips that I was painting yesterday were sitting on the buffet, but after a few frustrated moments, I dropped my brushes into a jar of water. There was too much energy in me to paint something small and fidgety.
I grabbed my mug of coffee, went out on the deck, and looked out at my garden. The dappled morning sunshine spotlighted all the spring bulbs pushing their heads up: the lavender croci, the white and yellow narcissi, and a tide of dark purple grape hyacinths. And all the flowers were set off by that bright green that signalled the early spring. Our cherry blossom tree was beginning to bud. The tree had been here when we moved in, but every flower was from a bulb I’d planted. They had naturalized and spread everywhere. A shadow of sadness loomed, but I didn’t want to dwell on how much I was going to miss my garden. I needed to memorialize this sight. I pulled out my phone and took a few photos, then went back inside and grabbed my sketchbook and some markers. I did a pencil outline, and then sketched in some colours and played around with the composition. If I moved the cherry tree to the foreground, made the wave of purple hyacinths move towards the centre, and then added some pink tulips—not yet in bloom, but I was taking artistic license—then this would make an incredible painting. And I had the big stack of blank canvases that I had bought for that restaurant show.
