On the floor were odd shaped boards with four wheels fastened underneath. They reminded her of wooden ginger bread men.
She wondered what those were for. Perhaps Dorian planned on having his way with her on one of them. Right now that would be preferable, she thought.
A very young man with streaked dirty blonde hair and a quick smile came to greet them. He looked like he’d just stepped off a California beach. “Hi I’m Luke. I’ll be your instructor for the next half hour. Feel free to ask me anything. Of course, you can ask Mr. Taylor as well. He probably has more skydives down than most of us here.”
Luke went over the equipment first. “Those wooden boards you’re looking at are called creepers. We refer to them lovingly, and not so lovingly, as the table of pain.
Pain? Oh-oh, she thought. “Um . . . why do you call them that?”
“We use them to teach correct body positioning down here before you go up there. For you, your time will be very short on the board. It’s those who do relative work, precision skydiving, who spend a lot of time on them and it can hurt to keep your body in that position for long periods of time.” He smiled. “You’ll be doing a tandem, so Mr. Taylor will be in control for most of the jump. You’ll basically be going along for the ride.”
Of course Dorian would be in control. Nothing new there, she thought.
The three of them walked over to the mannequin. “The large canopy is your main parachute,” Luke explained. “The smaller one is the reserve chute. It’s equipped with a Cypres, an automatic activation device designed to deploy the reserve if a jumper fails to pull the ripcord by the time they reach a speed of 78 miles per hour and are approximately 1,900 feet above ground level. Rest assured, we put safety above all else. Who’s going to be pulling the chute Mr. Taylor? You or Ms. Reese?”
“I don’t . . .” Jennifer began.
Dorian interrupted her. “She’s going to pull the ripcord.” He gave her one of his intense stares. The kind that said this wasn’t open to negotiation.
Luke nodded. “You won’t be able to hear each other during free-fall. You’ll have to use hand signals to talk to one another. Watch for Mr. Taylor’s signal indicating it’s time to deploy the canopy.” Luke made a fist and pointed his index finger out. “That’s the signal to pull the ripcord. It’ll come right out. It’s really easy.”
Next, he had her lay on one of those boards with the wheels. “Lay flat and put your arms straight out, bend your elbows so your hands are parallel to your ears, arch your pelvis forward and bend your knees so your feet are facing straight up in the air.”
She did as she was told.
“Nice arch, Ms. Reese. You got it. Mr. Taylor will be above you in the same position, but because you’ll be totally weightless in free-fall you won’t feel him there.”
“Dorian, I have to know you’re there or I can’t do this!”
“I’ll give you a thumbs up, the hand signal letting you know everything is okay a few times to reassure you I’m still there. I’ll put your hand on the rip cord a few times as well so you won’t forget where it is. Trust me. It means a lot to me that we share this.” His voice was soft and reassuring.
They went over a few more things and then she and Dorian put on the jumpsuits. He put on his parachute pack. Her hands were shaking uncontrollably as she tried to zip up the suit. He helped her with it, attached the harness and double checked that it was secure.
She heard the plane’s engine start outside. I’m going to puke! She thought as she and Dorian walked to the plane. The pilot was already in the cockpit, lining up the plane with the runway.
“Happy Landings,” Luke called out.
Absentmindedly, she mumbled a thank you.
When they climbed onto the plane, there was another jumper already on board.
“This is Miguel. He’s going to shoot a DVD of us during our jump. I want you to have it so you’ll remember this night forever.” He crooked a finger under her chin and kissed her quickly.
Jennifer sat by the window as the plane gained altitude, circled around and kept going higher after each turn.
“Why are we turning around so many times?” she asked.
“We need to be at 13,500 feet before we jump,” Dorian shouted.
It was difficult to hear each over the plane’s engine.
Jesus H. Christ! 13,500 feet. I am going to puke. Hell, I don’t even like to go up on a ladder I’m so afraid of heights! She thought.
And then the moment was upon them. Dorian strapped her to him, was tight up against her back and the door opened wide. The wind blew on their faces. Dorian had been telling the truth when he’d said it was a lot colder up here.
“Ready?” Dorian asked.
The camera man jumped out first and completely disappeared from sight.
“Oh hell no! I can’t do it! We’ll plummet to the ground, I just know it.”
“No we won’t. You won’t feel as if you’re falling at all. It’s not like jumping from a stationary object. The plane is moving and we’ll be moving too. You won’t even notice you’re out the door. You’ll like it, I promise.”
“You always say that!”
“And I’m always right, aren’t I?”
She was in front, with him attached to her facing the sky. She felt a slight nudge as he moved them out the door, and then—she was floating on the air. Not falling, floating, her body was free and weightless. She felt Dorian’s hands enclose hers, correcting the position of her arms.
This must be what it felt like to be a bird gliding through the air. She relaxed enough to look down. She saw Miami’s night sky. Her breath caught in her throat at the beauty of it; the bright lights and beyond them, the ocean glistening in the moonlight.
All of a sudden, everything disappeared. She couldn’t see a thing. She started to panic.
Dorian gave her a hand signal; a thumbs up. She calmed down. She didn’t feel him above her at all. It was as if she were truly flying solo, riding the sky. It was incredible. The sky cleared and again she saw the lights, much closer now.
She realized they’d just passed through a cloud. To fall through a cloud, to be caressed by was indescribable.
Closing her eyes, she felt the wind pushing at her body from below and looked at the altimeter, 2,100 feet and falling. They’d fallen this far in a mere 60 seconds and she’d never once felt the drop.
Dorian signaled her to pull the ripcord. Her hand fumbled for it, couldn’t locate it. She was ready to panic when she felt his hand firmly on hers guiding it to the cord. She grabbed it and pulled.
Immediately, they were jerked up into the air as the chute deployed.
After which, they drifted slowly downward. She looked at everything around her. The glide down was so incredibly peaceful. Now, they were able to hear each other.
“You did great, Jennifer. Thank you for sharing this with me.”
“Thank you for, well, being you.”
“Do you know how much I want you right now? If I could’ve figured out a way to fuck you in midair, I would’ve,” he whispered. “Now, that would truly be the ultimate rush!”
The camera man had moved away from them when he’d released his own chute, so he couldn’t hear them.
“We’re ready to land. Put your legs out straight and relax. I’ve got control of the toggles. We’ll slide in nice and easy.”
And they did.
Back on the ground, he helped her up and kissed her right there on the tarmac. It wasn’t a light kiss either. It was full of hunger.
“I can barely wait to get you alone,” he whispered in her ear. “Tell me you want me Jennifer.”
“You don’t need to tell me to say that, Dorian. I want you as much as you want me.”
Chapter 27
Jennifer felt exhilarated. She knew she was talking excitedly at a mile a minute. In her lap was the DVD. God, she wanted him right then while she was still on this natural high.
“Whose house is closer?” she asked.
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br /> “Yours, I’m heading there now.” He glanced at her with a knowing look. “Skydiving can be quite the aphrodisiac.”
“Oh yeah!” She blushed at her boldness. “I mean, thank you, Dorian. That was an amazing experience.”
“You don’t have to be shy with me Jennifer. And you’re welcome.”
When they got to her apartment building and parked, he practically dragged her out of the car, holding her hand, he walked in long, graceful strides. She had to run to keep up with him. She held on tight to the DVD. She’d lose it for sure if not. Her mind was on other things.
Once inside the apartment, he kicked the door shut. In a hurried frenzy, he pushed her up against the wall and kissed her furiously, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, devouring her lips. She kissed him with the same urgency.
The kiss was rough and wild and utterly delicious. He pushed his hips into hers; she pushed back, feeling how hard he was. He pulled her tee-shirt up over her head and unfastened her bra with unbelievable speed. Again, he attacked her mouth with his frenzied kiss.
He stopped to remove his own shirt.
She frantically unzipped his jeans while he slid her pants off. Shoes and clothes flew everywhere.
Neither of them spoke. There was no fore-play, no gentle caresses, only unadulterated, carnal desire.
He lifted her up and pushed her down onto his erection. She was so wet and ready for him, he slid into her with ease. She gasped at the feel of him entering her. His hands went behind her and squeezed her buttocks, bringing her closer, fastening her to him. Her legs wrapped themselves around him and her muscles tensed, holding him snug. She put her arms around his neck, tucked her head into it and held on tight.
He rammed into her again and again. She moaned against his neck, heard his breathing quicken. It was primal, fast and all-consuming. She heard the door beside them rattle with the power of their lovemaking. A picture on the wall fell.
She was going to come any second, when she heard him speak.
“Look at me,” he whispered.
How can I look at him without banging my head against the wall? She thought.
Instantly, she felt his hand cradle the back of her head.
My God! Her heart felt as if it would explode at such a thoughtful gesture.
She moved away from the comfort of his neck and looked deeply into his eyes. They were smoldering like hot ice and tender and full of love.
She came while gazing into those eyes.
“Jennifer…I…” he murmured. She knew he was coming.
Please say it, Dorian. Please, say I love you! It sounded as if he was going to say it right then.
He didn’t.
She heard his soft moan as he spilled his warm fluid into her.
He scooped her up in his arms and laid her down gently on the bed and slid in beside her. She snuggled up to him, resting her head on his chest. His fingers moved up and down her arm in a light caress. His other arm was tucked behind his head. They lay in a comfortable silence.
Jennifer’s stomach suddenly growled with hunger. They hadn’t eaten yet. Dorian had advised against it. Now she knew why. She probably would’ve thrown up in mid-air if she’d eaten before skydiving.
“My cousin sent me some Maine blueberries and I made fresh blueberry muffins earlier with them. They’re to die for. Shall I get us some? We can eat them in bed.”
“You cook too? You never cease to amaze me Jennifer Reese.” He laughed and kissed the top of her head.
That gesture of affection made her feel as if she were a princess, she loved it so.
“Of course I cook and bake. I can also milk a cow and do all those other things that come in handy here in Miami.” She teased.
“I’d love to eat your muffins.”
Laughing, she shook her head. “How is it that you can make such an innocent remark sound so dirty?”
“It’s a gift.”
“I’ll go get them and some coffee. Do you drink coffee?”
“Yes I do. Besides, you’ll need your strength for later.” His eyes ate her up. “I’m not yet done with you. I don’t think I will be for the rest of the night.”
“You’re insatiable!”
“I warned you, I’m a very demanding lover, especially when it comes to you.”
They ate muffins in bed and talked for a while. Every now and then, Jennifer caught him looking at her with an anguished longing. So odd, she thought.
He left for a moment and came back. She noticed something she hadn’t until now. Every time they ate, he went to the restroom as soon as they were done. She’d dismissed it as a personal quirk.
He came back to bed and kissed her, a wonderfully slow and passionate kiss.
Pulling away, his eyes intent on hers, he said, “I’m going to fuck your breasts.”
“Why Dorian Taylor, you say the sweetest things!” She pretended to be shocked.
She was becoming less surprised by what came out of his mouth. Actually, she found herself aroused by the way he explained what he wanted to do with her.
He pulled her on top of him in one smooth movement. She felt the warmth of his skin against her body.
Gently, he took hold of her upper arms and pushed her down the length of his body, until she felt his erection between her breasts. Pushing on the sides of each one he enveloped his manhood in her soft warmth. He kneaded them, moving them in a circular up and down motion. Looking down, she saw only the head of his erection.
“Move with me Jennifer,” he said.
And she did. The friction of their motion heated her breasts and his skin beneath them.
Each time she moved down, the head of his manhood was near her mouth. When he came close enough, she grazed it with her lips, licked it with her tongue in delicate flutters, like a butterfly’s wings.
She heard him take a deep breath and exhale. “Jennifer that feels so good.” She noted the hint of surprise in his voice.
He’d probably never expected her to do such a brazen thing. She hadn’t anticipated herself doing such a thing either.
“Stop! That’s enough,” he said abruptly, moving her off him and easing her down beside him. He propped himself up on an elbow, his eyes half closed, looking down at her and ran his hand through her long hair in easy, sensuous strokes.
“Did I please you?” She asked.
“Oh, yes. That was quite unexpected. I only stopped you because I was going to come and didn’t want to. Not yet.”
His icy blue eyes looked so deeply into hers if was as if he were seeing right into her very soul.
“You’re so beautiful, Jennifer. Your hair is softer than silk and the green of your eyes mesmerizing. If I could lose myself in them forever, I would.”
He kissed her cheeks, her ears and her throat before coming back to her lips. He didn’t thrust his tongue into her mouth; instead he kissed her with a delicious tenderness.
His lips continued down her body, dotting her skin with the same soft kisses. He moved down to her breasts and took her nipples in his mouth in the same caressing way. “The milky softness of your skin is mouthwatering,” he murmured.
She closed her eyes and sighed, loving the gentle way he was touching her, kissing her and the adoring words he whispered to her. She felt her entire body relax and at the same time, she was on fire for him.
Gradually, he laid himself on top of her. She felt his erection against her, felt the length of his body warm and hard against hers. She ran her fingers through his hair in the same tender way he’d done hers.
She sighed with pleasure when he entered her.
He moved easily inside her, kissing her leisurely and together they moved in a slow, passionate dance.
This was love making, no matter what he called it. She thought.
Her hands moved along his back, reveling in the feel of the hard muscles beneath his skin. He buried his face in her hair.
“My sweet girl. Wait for me. Release your passion with mine.”
She knew
he wanted them to climax at the same time. She clenched her vaginal muscles to stop her from coming. The tightening of her insides seemed to drive him over the edge and together they rode a wave of pure ecstasy.
Throughout the night, he took her again and again in the same measured, unhurried way. There were no sex games, none of his verbal commands which she’d grown accustomed to. He simply made love to her with his body, his adoring words and his gentle caresses.
They gave themselves over to one another completely.
It was a few short hours before dawn when he finally seemed satiated and lying on his back, cradled her in his strong arms.
A thought popped into Jennifer’s mind. He was different tonight. Why? Not that she was complaining. Still, she felt a stab of unwanted jealousy. Had he been this way with other women? She wasn’t jealous of those he’d been involved in BDSM relationships with. She was jealous at the thought of him making love to another woman the way he’d made love to her tonight. Should she say something? If she did, she’d ruin a magic moment for sure. In the end, she simply couldn’t help herself.
“Dorian if I ask you a question, will you be totally honest with me?”
He groaned. “Am I in for yet another third degree? He sighed. “Okay, ask away. As if I could stop you.”
“Have you been this passionate with other women who you were intimate with?”
He propped himself up on an elbow, his eyes bored into hers. “I experienced pleasure with the others, not real passion and certainly not intimacy.”
She was puzzled by his answer. “I don’t get it.” She shook her head. “Aren’t passion and intimacy the same thing?”
“I don’t think so. I believe passion is a strong feeling toward something or someone. Like, my work, I’m passionate about that. As for intimacy, I think it’s a deep understanding and acceptance of another, a close personal relationship.” His voice grew low and serious. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever felt true passion for, the only one with whom I’ve wanted to be intimate. And you’ve given me something I gave up on long ago, happiness.”
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