by Bay, Louise
At some point during my confession he pulled me onto his lap and I was curled into his chest drinking in his smell. When I finally finished he started chuckling. Great, just the reaction I was looking for.
“What part of ‘wanna take a shower with me’ left you feeling so insecure? I need to ratchet up the quality of my come-on.” I started to laugh with him. I was clearly being ridiculous.
“You’re right, but I had created a problem in my head by that point.” I tried to explain.
After our laughs subsided he kissed the top of my head. “I love making love with you. I love how much you seem to enjoy it, how much it feels like you want me as much as I want you, which is a lot in case you were wondering. I love that you let go and give yourself up to me. But it’s more than that for me. I feel you in my heart, Leah.” I pushed closer toward him.
“It’s true, I do,” I whispered
“You do what, baby?”
“Want you. A lot,” I said to his chest, embarrassed by my revelation outside the heat of the moment. Daniel shifted underneath me uncomfortably.
“I’m sorry, but having you on my lap, saying things like that to me is making my dick twitch.”
“Daniel!”
“What?” he sounded a bit offended.
“It gets me hot when you talk like that.”
“That’s it. You need to get off my lap or I’m done for.” I giggled and he opened his car door and slid me out to the pavement.
He led me upstairs to Anna’s first-floor flat, holding my hand all the way. As I rummaged in my bag for my keys, Daniel nuzzled my neck and pulled me against him. I finally found my keys and we went inside.
Anna was under a blanket lying on the sofa facing away from the door, watching a rom com. A definite sign of a hangover.
“Hey, hangover girl.”
She didn’t move. “I feel horrible. But what about you, how is your vagina? All used up? Has the neurosis kicked in yet?”
“Daniel, you’ve met Anna.” Anna sat up and laughed when she saw him.
“So Daniel, did you use up my friend’s vagina?”
“Anna, knock it off, will you?” I said.
“Well that’s a yes if ever I heard one. There’s no need to be so uptight. You’ll tell me later, anyway, and you know you will.” I couldn’t argue.
Daniel reached out to shake Anna’s hand. “Nice to meet you again, Anna,” he purred.
“Well, he’s just lovely. And you’re right, he smells delicious!”
“Anna, are you quite done embarrassing me?”
“Sweetie, it’s not hard, is it? Not about stuff like this. Daniel, you need to sort this girl out. By day she’s a confident, ball-busting super lawyer, but by night, in her personal life, she transforms into a neurotic headcase who puts up with assholes because she doesn’t think she deserves any better. That’s not you, by the way.”
“Yes, thanks, I got that,” Daniel smiled and put his arms around my waist.
After the events of this morning, I couldn’t help but muse on the fact that he “got” her interpretation of my double life—not just that she was taking pot shots at Charlie rather than him. It was a nice feeling that he had had firsthand experience of it and hadn’t yet run for the hills.
“Right, before this gets any worse for me, I’m going for a shower. And Daniel, you’re coming with me.”
“That’s more like it!” Anna said.
“No, he’s going to sit and watch TV in my room while I shower. I just don’t trust you not to corrupt him if I leave him in here with you!”
As I pulled Daniel into my bedroom he started unbuttoning my blouse. I fought him off and pushed him onto my bed and turned on the TV. “Stay here. I need to shower—alone!”
I emerged from my bathroom fully clothed with my makeup done, hair damp. Daniel pulled me on top of him. In an effort to inject a little of my work self into my personal self, I asked tentatively, “So, do you want to do something together today or do you have plans?”
“I have plans to hang out with you all day.” And he kissed the base of my throat where the collarbones meet—oh, I loved that.
I threw caution to the wind and told him so. “I love it when you kiss me there.” I sighed.
“You do?” He pulled back and looked at me as if to check if I was joking.
“I really do.”
He smiled and rolled me to my back where he continued his kissing. Just the bits of me not covered by my clothes. It felt lovely and intimate and relaxing. I threaded my fingers through his hair, encouraging him every step of the way.
I pulled his lips to mine and, building on my renewed confidence, ran my tongue across the entrance to his mouth until he parted his lips. He dove in, explored every spot, skimmed the roof my mouth, pushed against my tongue. Our breathing became more urgent; he ground his pelvis into mine and I moaned. He pushed off me and stood up.
“We need to get out of here or we’ll never leave.”
I looked at him and grinned. It was so sexy seeing to see him try to regain control of himself.
“Let’s go to the zoo. There’s nothing remotely sexy about a zoo. I think that’s the best place for us,” he said.
I laughed and nodded my head and tried to tame my just-kissed-into-next-week hair.
“But will you bring your toothbrush?”
“To the zoo?”
“Yeah, I’d really like you to stay with me tonight and maybe not freak out tomorrow morning. I’d like a do-over.” He seemed pleased at the prospect of getting to rerun what had happened this morning and I felt guilty. I had upset him by being so insecure and it made my heart ache a little.
“OK, but I’ll need a bit more than a toothbrush.”
After putting some stuff together in a bag, including the bits I needed for work tomorrow we left Anna on the sofa ogling Ryan Reynolds. Daniel took my overnight bag in one hand and clasped his other in mine.
***
Daniel didn’t let us lose body contact for one second as we were going around the zoo. Even as he was struggling to get money out of his wallet or drinking his coffee and trying to read the map to find the peacocks that I requested we visit.
I loved the way that he insisted we plan our route beforehand and not just idly wander about: he liked to do things in an orderly way. I loved the way he made excuses to kiss me (to warm me up, to test whether various animals would be jealous, to see if my lips still worked).
He was so playful and relaxed and that relaxed me. He wasn’t hiding anything or wanting me to be anything but me.
Finally Daniel announced we’d seen everything and we could finally leave. I was grateful because I was starting to get really cold.
“So where now?” he asked excitedly as he started the car.
“Somewhere warm? That maybe has wine?”
“I know somewhere perfect,” he replied.
I hoped we would go back to his place and warm up, but he seemed determined to keep us out in public so we couldn’t get carried away with each other. Damnit! I was desperate to get carried away with him!
We parked up in a familiar street and I realized he driven back to his house—we were definitely back on the same page now.
He got my bag from the trunk and grabbed my hand to lead me inside. As soon as he closed the door, he spun me around, grasped my head in his hands and kissed me, long, slow, deep, and never-ending.
When he finally pulled away, without moving his hands, he looked at me and said so softly, “I’ve been thinking about doing that for hours. The reality was better than the fantasy.” I smiled and pulled him toward me. He took the opportunity to lift me up and I put my legs around him. “Let’s warm you up.” And he took me upstairs as I buried my face in his neck kissing every inch of exposed flesh I could find.
We entered his bedroom and he stood me down and started undressing me like I was five years old. First my jumper, then my shirt. His eyes didn’t leave mine for a second. On the couple of occasions that I broke eye contact with him, he
guided my eyes back to his by just quietly saying my name. I rested my hands on his shoulders as he had me step out of my jeans and then my panties.
Finally he unsnapped my bra and there I was stood there, completely naked in front of him. Just before I started to get embarrassed he began to unbutton his shirt and I reached out to help him, being careful not to pull my eyes from his. I could feel my anticipation pool between my thighs. What I wanted to do was trail my eyes down his magnificent body, but at the same time I couldn’t pull my eyes from his. When he was done I let out a gasp of anticipation of what was to come.
He guided me backward toward the bed and sat me down and I couldn’t help but drop my eyes to his hardened cock, I reached out but he caught my hand and stopped me.
“You can see how ready I am for you, but I need to feel you. Are you wet for me, baby?”
I groaned at his question. I was unable to control the sounds that came out of me before he even touched me. He knelt by the bed and pushed my legs apart kissing my inner thigh to the outer edge of my sex until I thought I would explode if he didn’t explore further.
“Daniel, please, I need to feel you.” I didn’t have to ask twice, he pushed his tongue into my slit and began that rhythm that I was so desperate for. My lips parted, trying to pull more air into my lungs.
After a few minutes, he replaced his tongue with his both his thumbs. He looked up at me. “Yes, you are so wet for me, baby, aren’t you? So desperate for my cock inside you.”
I dug my nails into his shoulders and, looking directly at him, I contracted against him and came screaming his name.
While I was still coming he pushed me back on the bed and flipped me over onto my stomach. He crawled up the bed behind me and positioned himself between my thighs. He pushed his cock straight into me. It felt almost brutal, but it was just what I craved. His need for me overcame any politeness. I understood that.
Pulling my hips up toward him, he drove into me again and again until I felt my desire build, quicker this time, as if last time had just been the opening act. I could feel Daniel’s fight for control over his climax in the tension of his touch. I gasped, “I’m going to come again, come with me.” I felt my pussy contract around him and he grunted, calling out my name and forcing his come into me. We slumped forward together, him on top of me, still inside me.
He kissed me on the shoulder. “God you feel so good, baby.” I literally couldn’t speak, but reached for his hand and brought it up to my lips as an answer.
After we readjusted ourselves, Daniel said, “You requested somewhere warm with wine. Are you warm enough? Shall we do the wine bit now?”
“I’m plenty warm enough. Wine would be great.” I smiled lazily, finally regaining the power of speech.
In the kitchen he pulled a bottle of Rioja from his wine fridge and poured two glasses. “Not too much for me. Red wine makes my head fuzzy and I’ve got work tomorrow.”
The evening was spent sharing stories of our school and University days and the music we liked and still liked. We ordered takeout and I drank too much wine. When Daniel opened a second bottle, I refused a further top-up. I had to try and keep a clear head, for work and also because I was conscious that our do-over tomorrow morning should go without a hitch.
When I yawned for a second time, Daniel dragged me by the hand to bed. He lay on his back and pulled my head onto his muscular chest which I couldn’t help but snake my fingers over. I could feel my hunger for him return. I don’t know if it was because the sex was so good or whether I just needed to be as close as possible to him but I wanted him again. It seemed that he wanted to talk.
“So, headcase, I think we need to have regular debriefs about what’s going on in here so we don’t have a rerun of today.” He was stroking my temple. “I need you tell me if you are feeling a bit insecure, if you’re not sure what I’m thinking. I don’t want to lose you because of a misunderstanding.”
I nodded “So … you go first. What are you thinking?”
“So you want this to be quid pro quo? I told you, I don’t do that.”
“Not the sex, but the communication bit. Shouldn’t that be both ways?”
“I can tell you’re a lawyer.” He chuckled. “OK, well for the last half an hour I’ve been thinking about tomorrow.” I knew it, he was worried I’d mess up our do-over. I behaved like such an idiot this morning. I kept quiet to hear what in particular he was concerned about. “I can’t bear the thought of all those men at your work ogling you, getting to spend their day with you.”
I wasn’t expecting that.
“I don’t get ogled at work,” I replied, genuinely trying to set him straight.
“I can guarantee you that you do. You probably just don’t notice it because you don’t know how sexy and beautiful you are.”
I wasn’t expecting that, either.
“I don’t, but let’s not argue. How can I make it better for you?”
“I don’t think you can. I will just have to learn to live with it I guess. The thing you can do is tell me what’s on your mind.”
“Honestly?”
“Honestly.”
“Well, I was wondering whether I had a medical condition because I was thinking how I’d like to feel you inside me again.”
“Well, that I can help you with.” And he rolled me to my back and began his quest for my pleasure. I don’t know how much time passed in his exploration of every inch of me, but as he slid into me my body was completely ready for him. On his first thrust he pushed out my orgasm tearing it from the deepest part of me.
I could barely breathe from the pleasure of it, but his thrusting didn’t stop. Without breaking his rhythm he kept rocking in and out. “I want you to feel the effects of my cock inside you every time you sit down tomorrow. I want you to smell of me so they won’t go near you. I want you to look like you’ve been fucked all weekend long.” Reaching down to my clit he started to rub and I came undone again. Through the sound of the blood rushing through my ears I heard his climax overtake him.
Chapter Nine
I arrived at work trying to contain my grin. I made a promise to myself that I would really try and block out what was going on at home from my thoughts while I was working. I’d been clearly distracted before going to Mexico and I didn’t want to undo all the hard work that I’d been putting in for the last six years by bringing my personal life to the office.
Brendan slunk over to my desk when he arrived wearing dark glasses and the most miserable expression I’d ever seen. Brendan found it perfectly acceptable to bring his personal life to the office and positively enjoyed involving the as many people as possible in his drama. The guy who he had met the night he told Anna about Daniel’s roses had dumped him for someone who worked at Burberry and had an employee discount. Apparently in his gay world such a reason was completely understandable and they had parted as friends but had left Brendan feeling a little sorry for himself and a lot hungover. Great, I wouldn’t get any work out of him today.
I managed to get him off my desk by handing him a pile of filing to do and promising to critique his online dating profile later in the day.
When I returned to my desk from getting a bottle of water from the machine, Anna had emailed.
How is your vajayjay this morning? Wanna meet for lunch? A
If you promise not to say vajayjay. 1 p.m. at Eat? L
Done.
My mind wandered to Anna’s comment and I smiled to myself. I was still very … aware of our do-over this morning.
I woke again to an empty bed, but next to me this morning was a note from Daniel saying he’d been awake since 5 a.m. and didn’t want to wake me, so he’d gone downstairs. He asked me to find him before heading for a shower. I looked at the clock. It was 6:30 a.m., so I had plenty of time. I didn’t have to leave for nearly two hours—hmm, plenty of time for a do-over.
I picked up the t-shirt Daniel had worn yesterday, slipped it on, brushed my teeth, and headed downstairs.
“Hey, beautiful girl.” Daniel was sitting at the dining room table hunched over his laptop, dressed in just his jogging bottoms. I sighed, taking in his beautiful chest. He caught me ogling him and he chuckled and reached out his arm for me. I slunk into him and kissed him on the neck. He closed his laptop and pulled me down onto his lap and covered my mouth with his. My lips responded, my senses waking up as his tongue pushed against mine, my body relaxing into him.
We pulled apart and Daniel grinned at me. “This morning is already going so much better than yesterday.”
“Really? In what way?” I teased, and slipped off his lap turning toward him and sitting back down facing him, my legs on either side of his. He reached under my borrowed t-shirt and cupped my bare bottom.
I hadn’t slipped on any panties.
“Hmm, I think you just answered your own question.”
I moved my hips slowly, grinding into him, and I felt him quickly harden.
“Yes, you seem pleased to see me, but maybe it’s worth closer inspection,” I said as I looked down at the gap between our bodies as I pulled the waist of his jogging bottoms out and reached inside grasping his penis.
“Yes, all the signs are encouraging so far,” I said as I moved my hands up and down his shaft, very slowly milking him. Changing my tone I looked directly at him and whispered, “I want you nice and hard when you slide into me.”
He groaned and his head rolled back, revealing his beautiful, lickable neck. “Leah, you are so sexy.”
I watched my fingers tighten around him, gradually picking up speed until a drop of moisture pearled on his tip. I rose to my feet and mounted him, pushing him all the way in as I cried out, “You are so hard.” I lifted myself up and crashed back onto him.
He pulled my t-shirt off in one swift movement and grabbed my breasts with both hands and kneaded them together. He brought his tongue to my nipple and swirled around it several times until it was so hard it felt like it might burst. Then he brought it between his teeth and I cried out, not sure if I was experiencing pleasure or pain. And then he sucked, soothing the feeling. Changing approach again, his teeth nipped again.
