Freeing Asia

by E. M. Abel

  I wrapped my legs around his waist, flipped him over onto his back, and straddled him. This time, I wanted to be in control.

  Grabbing the hem of his shirt, I pulled it up and over his head, exposing his tan skin and toned muscles. I leaned down and slowly kissed his chest as it was rising and falling with his quickening breath. Sitting up, I slowly pulled off my tank top, and then I moved my hands behind my back to undo my white silk bra.

  Jay watched me intently as I caressed my breasts while slowly grinding my hips over his.

  “God, Asia,” he groaned. Leaning his head back, he squeezed his eyes shut.

  “Do you want me?” I murmured. I licked my lips, feeling so sexy with him underneath me.

  “I want you so bad that it hurts.”

  He grabbed my hips and thrust his erection against me through his jeans. Reaching behind me, I rubbed my hand up and down his length, feeling it grow harder with my touch.

  Groaning again, Jay’s eyes filled with desire as he teased one of my nipples with his fingers. I tucked my feet under me and stood up on my bed. I looked down at his gorgeous body as he was lying there, panting. It felt so amazing to know he wanted me, to know he needed me.

  I seductively pulled off my shorts and panties at the same time and kicked them off the bed. I was naked above him as his eyes moved over my body. I could feel his gaze like a hot caress against my skin.

  Kneeling beside him, I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. I smiled when his breath hitched as my fingertips grazed his cock. He kicked off his shoes as I grabbed the waistband of his pants and boxers and pulled them down, leaving his clothes in a pile on my floor.

  I leaned over him and kissed the head of his dick, feeling it grow harder against my lips, as his thighs and abs flexed in anticipation. After slowly licking up and down his shaft, I wrapped my lips around him and took him into my mouth until I felt him hitting the back of my throat.

  “Goddamn,” Jay breathed. He moved my hair behind my shoulder, so he had a better view.

  I could feel his entire body tense under me as his one hand fisted in my hair while the other gripped on to my comforter. My tongue circled around him when I reached the tip, and each time I moved back down, I took him deeper into my mouth.

  “Fuck,” he growled before letting out a deep breath.

  Grabbing my shoulders, he pulled me on top of him and ravaged my mouth with a deep kiss. Rolling me so I was beside him, he leaned down to grab his jeans, and then he handed me a condom from his wallet.

  “I need to be inside you, Asia.”

  The raw hunger in his voice was electrifying.

  I ripped open the package and then carefully rolled it onto him as he watched. I got on top, straddling him, before I took him into my body an inch at a time. He was so hard, and I was so wet that he slid into me easily. His erection stretched my insides with a mixture of pleasure and pain.

  “Oh god,” I gasped as I leaned my head back, feeling my hair brush against my ass.

  Rhythmically, I continued to ride him, using my legs to move myself up and down his length. His hands moved to my thighs, squeezing them tightly, as I began to move faster, circling my hips. Moving one hand to the middle of my thighs, Jay began to rub my clit with his thumb, making me gasp. I could feel myself tighten with his increased pressure as I began to climax.

  “You feel so fucking good,” Jay groaned while lifting his hips to meet mine.

  He began to slam harder into me as my entire body quivered. Sitting up, Jay hugged my body against his, thrusting faster into me, until I was coming all over him. Soon after, I felt his release. My mouth met with his, and our tongues wrapped around each other, both of us moaning.

  “You want to get in the shower?” I looked over at Jay.

  Lying beside me, smiling, he stroked my hair against the pillow. “Have I told you how beautiful you are today?”

  “No, but thank you.” Smiling back, I leaned over to give him a peck on the lips. I stood up and walked around the bed toward the bathroom.

  Jay reached out and smacked my ass. “Damn, you’re sexy.”

  I giggled as I stepped into my bathroom and turned on my shower. As I waited for the water to heat up, I looked at myself in the mirror, as I pulled my hair back into a bun, so it wouldn’t get wet. I was happy, thinking how all those years of hearing my guy friends discuss their sexual experiences in detail had finally paid off.

  Jay came around the corner and grinned at my reflection. He looked so good standing there, naked, in my bathroom. How did I get so lucky? He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me softly on my shoulder.

  Peering at my reflection in the mirror, he said, “I’m crazy about you, Asia.”

  A smile curled on my lips, and I could feel my cheeks getting warm.

  “What?” he asked, kissing my shoulder again.

  “I was just wondering how I got so lucky.”

  I turned around to face Jay, and he reached up, stroking my cheek with his thumb.

  “I’m the lucky one.”

  After rinsing off in the shower together, I got out, dried off, and went into my bedroom to put my outfit back on. While Jay was still in the bathroom, I quickly hid his shirt and jeans under my bed, smiling, as I pictured him searching for them.

  “I’m going to the kitchen to get some water. You want some?” I called behind me as I made my way out of my bedroom door.

  “Sure. Thanks.”

  As I was filling the second glass with ice, Jay walked out of my bedroom, wearing only his boxers. He looked like a model out of a magazine.

  “Have you seen my clothes?”

  I smirked at him as I handed him a glass of ice water.

  Jay’s eyes narrowed. “Are you being bad, Asia?”

  “Never,” I lied, fluttering my eyelashes.

  He took both glasses out of my hands and placed them on the kitchen counter. He bent down, quickly picked me up, and threw me over his shoulder as I squealed.

  “Put me down!” I yelled as I kicked my legs and smacked his butt.

  My protests had no effect on him. He tossed me down onto my couch and sat astride me. His abs flexed as he held my hands over my head.

  “Tell me where you put my clothes, or I’ll be forced to tickle you until you cry.”

  He gave me his devilish grin. His eyes were a lighter blue now, and they were sparkling from the light coming in through the window. Biting down on my lips, I shook my head and squeezed my eyes shut, preparing for his torture.

  Taking both of my wrists in one hand, Jay used his free hand to tickle my sides and my neck as I bucked under him, laughing so hard my cheeks were starting to hurt.

  “Okay, okay! They’re under my bed!” I yelled between giggles.

  Jay was smirking down at me, still holding my wrists. “That was a lot easier than I expected,” he teased. Leaning down, he gave me a soft, wet kiss.

  “What can I say? You found my weakness.”

  After he stood up, Jay stopped moving as he gazed at the wall above my couch. I sat up, watching him, as his eyes studied my paintings.

  “Are these yours?” he asked, peering down at me.

  I nodded before looking at my hands. I was nervous to hear what he thought of them.

  “I love them,” he told me, turning back to my paintings. “You’re very talented, Asia.”

  I glanced up at Jay. As his eyes were scanning back and forth between the two canvases, relief washed over me. He loves them. You’ve been stressing over nothing.

  “Thanks.” As soon as the word left my mouth, my stomach started to growl.

  Jay’s eyes flickered over my face as a grin appeared on his lips. “Hungry?”

  Instead of ordering food, we decided to walk to the sushi bar where we first had seen each other. I was wearing my black heels, and Jay was back in his flip-flops. Needless to say, I was jealous. We held hands as we walked on the sidewalk, dodging the other pedestrians, and it took all my concentration not to fall on my ass in front of
Jay and the rest of the world. I definitely needed to get the ball rolling and show Jay the real me.

  As we took our seats in the corner of the restaurant, Jay asked if I would like to order for us. I ordered a cold noodle salad for an appetizer and a sushi platter for our entree.

  When our waitress placed our drinks on the table, I decided I needed to go ahead and tell Jay about the night before. I didn’t want him to hear about it from someone else, and I couldn’t have it weighing on my mind any longer.

  “So, there’s something I think you should know,” I muttered, rubbing my finger on the rim of my glass of ice water. I swallowed and peeked up at him, trying not to seem too nervous.

  “Okay,” Jay drawled. He rested his arms on the table and studied my face with his deep blue eyes.

  “Last night, my brothers and a couple of our friends went out drinking, and we ended up at your club. While Hailey and I were dancing, some guys felt us up.” I took in a deep breath and looked at him to see how he was reacting.

  Jay’s jaw clenched, and he leaned back in his seat, sighing.

  “I didn’t punch anyone, but my friend, Marcus, did. He was just trying to defend me.” I glanced down at my hands. “Are you mad?” I asked, peering back up at him.

  He looked down at the table, rubbing his napkin with his fingers. “No, I’m not mad. Just a little upset that you were in that situation to begin with,” he admitted, meeting my eyes. “You have to be more careful, Asia. There’s a lot of assholes out there, and you seem to attract most of them.”

  “It wasn’t really that serious. I was more worried that I would embarrass you.” When I finished talking, I noticed the beautiful ring sitting on my middle finger.

  Jay reached over to lift my chin, so our eyes met again. “Don’t worry about that. I don’t think anyone there even knows that we’re dating. Besides, I’m selling the club soon anyway. I sign the paperwork this week.” He paused, studying me. “I’m more worried about this Marcus guy. Who is he exactly?”

  I laughed, shaking my head. “You have nothing to worry about. He’s my brother’s best friend, and we’ve known each other since high school. He’s just in town, visiting.” At least I’m not lying. I’m just not revealing the whole truth.

  “Well, he must think pretty highly of you if he’s willing to throw a punch to defend you.” He took a sip of his beer.

  “My brother and his friends sometimes go looking for fights.”

  Jay raised an eyebrow at me. “Bad boys, huh?”

  I shrugged, wondering what he was thinking. Hopefully, he didn’t feel threatened by Marcus. Then, I thought about what Jay had just said—“Don’t worry about that. I don’t think anyone there even knows that we’re dating.”

  That wasn’t exactly the response I had been hoping for. He never once said that I couldn’t embarrass him or that I shouldn’t worry about what people think. This made me nervous. I started second-guessing my decision to show him the real me. But how can I have a relationship with someone who doesn’t even know me?

  We were silent for a few minutes as these thoughts were racing through my mind. Jay seemed to be deep in thought, too. The silence finally broke when our waitress approached our table with a plate of cold noodles topped with cucumbers, bean sprouts, tomatoes, and beni shoga. Jay thanked her as he took his chopsticks out of their paper sleeve.

  “So, did you at least have fun last night? Before the incident at my club?” he asked before he took a bite of noodles from his chopsticks.

  “Yeah, it was fun. My dad had a barbecue at his house, and I got to see my older brother, Rob. He’s visiting from Richmond. We just found out that his wife, Alexis, is pregnant. So, I’m going to be an aunt.” I picked up some noodles with my chopsticks. “That’s kind of why we went out—to celebrate.”

  “Well, congratulations.” He smiled and took another sip from his beer.

  Feeling happy that his mood had seemed to lighten, I relaxed in my chair as we shared our appetizer.

  Jay and I spent the evening eating pizza for dinner, watching TV, and cuddling on my couch. It was so nice to just spend time with him. We laughed and talked for hours. I finally started to feel more relaxed around him. Although, I did catch myself smoothing my hair and fidgeting whenever he looked at me.

  When it started getting late, Jay asked to see what I’d bought on my shopping trip with Nick. I led him to my walk-in closet, hoping he wouldn’t see all the clothes I had worn before I met him. I showed him the outfits I’d gotten, and I saved the black negligee I’d chosen specifically for him for last. His eyes widened as I pulled the hanger off the bar.

  “This is my favorite,” he murmured in a low voice, giving me his sexy smile.

  I blushed as I looked down at it. You can do this, Asia.

  “I could model it for you…if you want,” I muttered hesitantly before glancing up at him.

  “Absolutely.” Leaning in, he kissed my cheek and then walked back to my bed. Propping up on my pillows, he reclined, reaching his arms back to rest behind his head.

  I stayed in the closet and quickly undressed. After slipping the negligee over my head, I thought about how it looked more like a tight lace dress than anything I’d ever wear to sleep in. The lace stopped just below my butt, and it came with a matching black silk thong.

  I stepped out, and Jay’s seductive eyes were on me. He slowly looked over my body, his gaze making its way down to my feet and then back up to meet my eyes. He licked his lips and grinned, showing me his dimples. I smiled back and walked to the end of my bed to give him a better view. It was easy to feel confident when I saw the desire in his eyes.

  “You like it?”

  With my hands on my hips, I turned around, giving him a view of the back, as I peeked over my shoulder at him.

  “I love it. We need to get you more of these.”

  Jay got off my bed and circled around me, brushing his arm against mine. He stopped when we were facing each other again, and he put his strong hands on my hips. Leaning down, he kissed me softly on the lips.

  As my heart started racing, I could feel my nipples pressing against the lace. His tongue licked my top lip as I wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling his body closer to mine.

  For a few minutes, we stood there, just kissing each other. My whole body was tingling in anticipation. Jay’s hands explored my skin through the black lace, eventually resting on my lower back.

  When we finally separated, we were both breathing hard. Jay’s eyes were dilated, and the bulge under his jeans proved that he was just as eager as I was.

  “Damn, you’re sexy.”

  Reaching behind his neck, he pulled his T-shirt up over his head, his arms and chest flexing in the process. I felt like I was drooling. I bit my lip as I looked over every inch of him.

  Jay and I had slow, sensual sex in my bed that night. For more than an hour, he kissed every part of my body, showing me how much he liked it. I had never been touched that way before. Skimming every inch of my body with his rough hands, he treated my skin as if it were a delicate silk. We barely spoke. The only sounds were our breaths and occasional moans. As Jay and I came together, I felt tears come to my eyes, not from pain or sadness but from relief.

  Afterward, I knew I was falling for him—hard.

  The next morning, I woke up to the sun shining in through my window. I slowly peeked out through my lashes as I turned toward Jay’s side of the bed. He was on his side, facing me, with his head propped up on his hand, his elbow resting on my pillow. When he saw I was awake, he smiled at me. It was a great way to wake up.

  “Good morning.”

  “Good morning,” I replied, my voice still scratchy from sleeping. I stretched. “What time is it?” I asked, noticing Jay was already dressed in his shirt and jeans.

  “Eight.” He reached over and stroked my hair. “I’m going to go home and change.”

  “Okay,” I said, turning my body to face him. “Do you want me to come with you?”

 
“No, you stay here and relax. Do you have plans today?”

  “My only plans are to spend time with you.”

  “Good. I checked the surf, and it looks like there will be some good waves today. You wanna go?”

  The night before, I had mentioned my love for surfing, and how, like painting, it was a form of therapy for me, an escape from everyday life.

  “Sounds like fun,” I told him, raising myself up on my elbows.

  Jay stood up next to the bed and leaned over to give me a kiss. “I’ll come back with my truck, so you can bring your board.”

  “You have a truck, too?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

  “Yeah.” He smiled at me, showing me his perfect white teeth. “I’ll be back in a couple hours.”

  As Jay walked out of my room, I watched his butt until he was out of view. Damn, he’s got a nice ass.

  Lying back in bed, I studied my new ring as I stretched my hand up toward my ceiling. I was hoping that one day, it wouldn’t look so foreign on my hand.

  I had shown Jay my paintings, and now, I was going to go surfing with him. Maybe showing him the real me won’t be so bad after all.

  I got up and rinsed off in the shower before putting on my black bikini and cutoff jean shorts. Finally, I can wear some flip-flops!

  After taking off my ring, I carefully put it back in its box. I packed a bag with a towel, a bottle of sunscreen, some wax for my board, and my black short-sleeved Hurley rash guard.

  I made myself a bowl of cereal and ate it as I stood in my kitchen, daydreaming about Jay. After washing some dishes, I straightened up my room. As I waited for Jay to return, I went into Hailey’s old bedroom and organized my paint supplies.

  About an hour later, my cell phone rang.

  “Hey.”

  “Hey, beautiful. I’m outside. You want me to come help you with your board?” Jay asked.

  “No, I got it. I’ll be right down.”

  After grabbing my bag and my shortboard, I made my way downstairs. When I got to the front of my building, Jay opened the door for me. He was wearing a white T-shirt with Quiksilver printed in blue on the front, matching bright blue boardshorts, and flip-flops. It was by far my favorite outfit. He smiled as he took my board from under my arm.