Ch 15 Nostalgic
I met John at the airport about two hours before our flight. As usual, he was already waiting for me in the airline’s Preferred Travelers lounge. Handsome as the day was long, the site of him dressed comfortably in a sky blue button down, rolled up to his elbows and cargo shorts, made me tingle. It was still awkward whenever we met up. I didn’t know if I should hug him or give him a high-five. He stood up when he saw me approaching him and leaned in for a quick air-kiss to both cheeks. No hug or prolonged contact. Maybe we can do this friend thing?
“I’m glad to see you’re on time,” he said as he slid me a drink. “This is for you. I’m on my second already”.
“Damn! Seconds? What’s your deal?” I sat down and took a small sip of the potent concoction he ordered for me.
“I really hate to fly, and I’ve been doing more than I want to lately,” He answered. That made me take a bigger gulp, as I was reminded how much I hated airplanes, too. Especially sitting in one that was airborne.
“Wow, I’m not a fan of flying either. Cheers to sleeping the entire flight!” I tipped his glass as he begrudgingly toasted our mutual phobia.
“So are you at least excited?” He asked.
“Oh, I’m so excited I almost forgot to be scared of flying. But thanks for reminding me!” I laughed at my own joke as I motioned for another drink.
After three drinks each, we headed towards our departure gate. Thanks to Jackie, I managed to pack my entire trip into my carry-on rollaway and a large tote. Besides my makeup, any toiletry I needed would be purchased once I arrived at my destination. John toted my rollaway as I trailed behind him. Every so often we both spotted something ridiculous and would die laughing as we made eye contact. We were just a little tipsy.
Our flight was boarding in 10 minutes and we were just in time for early boarding. I liked how he always had everything so well planned out. I noticed how many envious looks I was receiving from our stewardess. I smiled in acknowledgement, then remembered John was a free agent and it wasn’t right for me to stake a claim to him. That thought made me feel weird. I watched him secretly as he put my bag away and made small talk with another flight attendant. I shook my head when he flashed me that wink that let me know he enjoyed being flirted with. It reminded me of something my brother would do.
John settled into his seat next to me, away from the window. We both set up our respective I-Pod to prepare for the long flight ahead. I tried to ignore the slight charge I felt when he sat next to me. Instead, I focused extra hard on my playlist and then stared blankly out the window as we pulled away from the gate. Even though I was afraid, I had the perverse need to see the plane take off. It was an evening flight, and I couldn’t help but marvel at the beauty of seeing the city lit up. A strong wave of nostalgia flooded me as I thought back over the last year to when I was leaving Miami. I was so hopeful for something new and exciting. I never would have imagined the events that had taken place since I landed in New York, the city that I had grown to love so much. A slight shiver of remembrance flowed through me as I thought of the week of my kidnapping, and the day John broke up with me. I let out a long sigh and sucked in a deep breath to calm myself.
I felt John stir next to me, and turned around out of sheer curiosity. I caught him as he was just resting his head back against his reclined seat. I wonder if he was watching me?
With his eyes still closed he reached out and held onto my hand as we continued our ascent. He really was afraid. Or, was he just feeling nostalgic too? I held his hand back and settled in for a long nap.
When I finally awoke, it was to John nudging me. I noticed the passengers all around us gathering their bags. Somehow I managed to sleep through the entire flight and the landing. I perked up when we exited the ramp and I could see the Brazilian sun beaming into the airport. A surge of excitement began to shoot through me when It really hit me that I was in Brazil. John led me to the airport exit, where a driver was waiting to whisk us to our hotel. After we both agreed to check into our respective rooms, the first plan of action was to hit the beach.
Walking into my own hotel room felt surreal. I hadn’t realized that we wouldn’t be staying in the same room, but then felt guilty for assuming we would. Was there something wrong with me? The room was gorgeous. The hotel’s decor was modern and sleek, with a recurring black and white theme. As usual I was drawn to the balcony that had a spectacular view of the beach. Miami’s tropical had nothing on Rio. The entire city seemed to be buzzing with a layer of sensuality. The beach itself, was filled with throngs of tourists and scantily clad natives who proudly showed off their thong bikinis. Heading back inside, I pulled my suitcase up to my bed and sat down. I agreed to meet John back in the lobby in thirty minutes, so I hurried through a shower and got dressed.
I couldn't get the plane ride here out of my mind. There was so much energy flowing between me and John that I never noticed before. It somehow cast a different light on how I saw him. Like right now; watching him frolic about the waves on this gorgeous beach in Brazil, he looked like an immortal. His body was lean, but well developed. His skin was golden and toned with the perfect tan; his chestnut brown hair with natural blonde highlights, and his hazel eyes; he was beautiful, to me. Even in his relaxed state every move he made was with confidence. There was a purpose to him and it showed even as he was bouncing through the waves. He caught me watching him and smiled. Our eyes locked and it took me back to the the first time we kissed. I remember how bad I wanted him, but how afraid we both were to let go. What was he scared of?
My thoughts swirled as I continued to watch him dive through the crashing waves. He’d looked so worn out when I met him in the airport lounge, but now he was infinitely more relaxed. I wondered what made him decide to take things so slow this time. To the extent of us having separate rooms on this trip. Was I wrong to assume that this vacation was going to bring us back together? Resigning to wait and see, I settled back into my lounge chair, continuing to let the sun dry me from my early romp through the waves.
I felt when John joined me, his body blocking the heated rays of sun that were bathing me in warmth. I opened my eyes in time to enjoy the delicious show of him drying off. I couldn’t help but smirk at how many times, and ways I had had my way with his glorious body. One particular vision stood out, of John crawling towards me on his hands and knees. I was pulled out of my daydream when John snapped his towel at me. Hmmm!
”What are you thinking about?” He asked as he knelt over me to apply more sunblock to my shoulders and arms. I watched him for a moment while I debated my answer; loving the feel of his strong hands massaging the coconut scented lotion into my skin. Our eyes met, and the spark flashed between us. I could tell by his sexy grin that he had an idea where my mind was.
“I’m pleading the fifth on that one, Benson,” I joked.
“I bet you are,” he drawled. I continued to look into his eyes as his hands began to roam to other parts of my exposed flesh, kneading and rubbing in a way that had less to do with protecting my skin from the sun. John’s eyes darkened and before I could blink, his lips were pressed to mine. For a moment we just stayed that way, until his tongue gently parted my lips and began a slow exploration of my mouth. I sighed, opening up for him and wrapping my arms around his waist.
Reluctantly, John pulled away. I licked my lips, still reveling in the taste and feel of him. He just smiled and shook his head. “C’mon. Let’s get cleaned up and get some dinner.”
I followed his lead back to our hotel, wondering if our little kiss was going to lead to more. When we exited the elevators, John waved me off as he entered his own room. I tried my best to hide my disappointment and entered my own room, hitting the shower, and then throwing myself across the bed in frustration.
I fell asleep, but was suddenly awakened by a light knocking on my door. Judging by the light outside, or lack of, I was pretty sure I missed dinner. Still naked from my shower, I grabbed my robe and opened the door. It was
John and he was carrying a serving tray. My heart fluttered for a second at how thoughtful he was. I opened my door wider to let him in, then closed it and turned around as he was walking back towards me. I thought he was just making a delivery but he reached behind me to lock the door and pinned me to it as he did. I saw the look in his eyes and the flutters started again.
John moved closer until I was almost one with the door. He stood there looking down at me like he was studying me, and while he didn't hide his desire for me, he didn't force it on me either. I could feel a familiar fire building up inside of me. He had one hand on the door and the other hand he used to untie my robe. I tried to grab the ties to prevent it from opening up and exposing my nakedness. John just brushed my hands away. This time I objected. “I’m not decent!”
He smiled playfully as he pulled my robe open anyway. “That's actually how I want you.” His tone was not playful. He slid his agile hand across my stomach and around my back and caressed my spine, cradling me to him as he lowered his head towards mine. He kissed me slowly from my shoulder to my ear lobe, telling me how much he wanted me and how he'd been thinking about me all afternoon. How when he didn't see me at dinner he couldn't wait to come to me. Though I didn't want to push him away, I was still frozen and I honestly didn't know what to do. We stood there face-to-face, so close we shared the same breath. I could see the pain in his eyes as he waited for me to respond to him. “Tell me you want me to go and I will, you know I will” He rasped. More Flutters. “Jade. Tell me you want me to leave.”
The hand inside my robe was temporarily used to pull his V-neck t-shirt over his head. He never broke eye contact with me and he asked me again if I wanted him to leave, but as he asked he was unbuckling his belt. I watched and wondered if he knew how intensely he was turning me on. I turned my head away as I uttered a barely audible response.
“No.”
Not deterred by my answer he unbuttoned his jeans.
“No don't take my clothes off, or no don't stop?” He asked this as he unzipped. I've never seen John quite like this and it was so sexy to me. He turned my head back to face his.
“Do you want me to leave?” He asked seductively against the sensitive spot on my neck while his hands were caressing my skin and tugging my hair.
“No, don't leave,” I whispered. He smiled.
There was no turning back now. John let out a long sigh of relief that betrayed his confident outer demeanor. He had been afraid I would say no, and the thought that he wanted me that badly, and was that unsure of what my response would be, turned me on even more. I finally relaxed into his embrace, absorbing the feel of him. John pushed both his greedy hands under my robe so they could caress and fondle more of me.
“God! I’ve missed you. I’m starving for you,” he panted with breathless urgency. I quaked under his touch as my arousal quickened. I clutched fistfuls of his hair when his clever hands closed about my breasts. I strained towards his lips and kissed him as he deftly teased my nipples to full attention. His kiss wasn’t rushed, but sweet and gentle and I was engulfed with emotion. It wasn’t as if I ever stopped loving John. I couldn’t even picture anyone else in my life until Julian blazed back in with all the unexpected events that took place after. I shuddered on the verge of tears for the memory of what it felt like to lose him.
“This feels so right, baby. I think about you every night, Jade. I remember the last time I held you; how sweet you tasted; how soft and warm you where. Please, make love to me.” John’s declarations were too much for me to handle. My body went limp from the influx of desire and love and sadness combined with the sheer happiness of being with him.
“Yes,” I gasped. He hoisted me off my feet and cradled me to his chest as he carried me to my bed. He laid me down gently and then completely removed his jeans, not wearing any briefs underneath. I writhed with longing on the Egyptian cotton sheets, waiting for him to join me, enjoying my view of his powerful physique as he rolled on a condom. He let his body travel up the length of mine as he kissed every inch of me on the way. Nudging my legs apart slowly, he settled into me, resting his rock hard manhood at my slick entrance. I was already swollen and ready for him. Face to face, he gazed at me tenderly and wiped my tears away with a caress of his fingertips.
“No tears baby, I know you missed me. Just touch me, please,” he begged. I loosened my grip on the sheets and placed my hands against his chest and slowly slid them down the smooth plains of his torso. He nodded his head in encouragement as he watched the progression of my hands, like they were some alien object he had never seen before. Once my hands reached the thicket of soft hair I slowed temporarily to gently tug at the strands. His body shivered slightly in anticipation of my next move. I let my fingers crawl the rest of the way and firmly captured his erection in both hands. A hungry groan escaped his throat as he grew even harder in my grasp.
“Damn, I need your touch. I need you,” he groaned again. I was in control, and what happened next was literally in my hands. John locked his eyes with mine in a silent plea for more. I loved how flushed his face was and how tightly coiled with passion I could tell he was. All that passion was waiting for my next move and I quivered at the excitement of it all. I gently stroked the tip of him across the bud of my desire. The pupils of his eyes dilated just a fraction more in desire and I couldn’t hold back any longer.
Placing one hand at the base of his spine, my other hand guided him inside me. We both inhaled sharply at the joining of our bodies. I moaned in delight as he began to slowly stroke in and out of my tight grip. He rested one forearm on the bed for support as he propped himself over me and explored my curves with the other hand. I curled my arms around his neck, fisting the back of his hair. Every inch of me screamed for his touch and everywhere he touched me made me gasp in pleasure.
“John!” My body was trembling with an approaching orgasm. He alternately kissed me and gazed into my eyes, or sucked the spot on my neck he knew was sensitive or suckled my nipples gently. He was purposefully pushing me to the brink. Strategically stroking all of my hot spots.
“You’re so close, I can feel it. Ah! I’m gonna let go with you.” he growled so deeply I felt the vibrations in my core. His roving hand slid down to the spot that we were connected and applied firm pressure to my clit with his thumb. That was my trigger.
“Ahh! Yes! Oh!! John…” My head thrashed from side to side as I was enveloped with the sweet agony of release. His body tensed and bucked as he pumped deeply into me three good times and dove into a fiercely passionate kiss. Then he pulled out and rubbed his orgasm out on the sweat slick flesh of my belly. I watched mesmerized by the long spurts of hot semen that covered my skin. Loving the way he pressed into me, using the friction of our bodies and the wetness of his release to finish off his intense orgasm. I wrapped my body around his in complete satisfaction.
CH 16 Animal
Tiredness threatened to take over my first morning, but I opened my eyes to the brightly shining sun. Jet-lagged like a bitch. This was a short trip and I knew John wouldn’t let me spend it sleeping. I rolled over to find myself alone in my bed. The other side of the bed was rumpled like John had slept there, but he wasn’t there now. I turned to the bathroom to find that it was empty too. A weird feeling slithered through my chest. I couldn’t believe John went to sleep in his own room. Deciding to remain positive, I got dressed for breakfast. I would just stop by his room first.
Before I was finished getting ready, there was a knock at my door. I checked the peephole, not surprised to find John waiting to be let in. I opened the door, trying my best to hold the sarcasm that was dancing on the tip of my tongue. His scent made that easy, when the crisp citrusy but manly aroma enveloped me. He smacked a kiss on my lips.
“Morning sexy,” he murmured.
“Mmm. Morning,” I responded. I tried to hide my confusion, moving aside to let him by.
“I ordered room service for breakfast, thinking maybe we can sightsee and walk it off,” he a
nnounced as he settled into the white leather couch. I let the door slam, and headed back over to the bed. I actually didn’t mind the idea, so that I could lounge around a little more. I was exhausted. I crawled onto the bed, facing him, and shook my head. He was tapping furiously on his blackberry.
“Please tell me you’re not working,” I teased. I wasn’t a real stickler for the rules, and wouldn’t have minded if he was. I adopt an extra laid back demeanor when on vacation.
“Uhh, busted. I’m just checking my email. I promise no more after this.”
“No worries, just make sure when we are out and about you turn that thing off.” I tried to sound as stern as possible. John looked up at me with a grin.
“Yes ma’am!”
Staring at John while he read, I became lost in my own thoughts. I had to find a way to come to terms with my situation without the guilt. Life was sometimes messy, right? I did the right thing by being honest with Julian, but there was no way I was going to ruin our vacation by telling John about him. Especially since I hadn’t heard from Julian at all. I hadn’t been realistic about the delicate nature of all parties involved. We each had something to lose, and if I wasn’t careful I could lose twice. And now I was here, with John and things felt off. Was it me? Was my guilt permeating my pores and tainting our trip? No, there was something else, but I made up my mind to enjoy the trip and stop with the analytics.
Breakfast arrived, breaking our comfortable silence. Finally giving in to my curiosity, I inquired about his business in California. At first John seemed to struggle with his answer, but then explained the project he was working on. A business that he had invested in a few years ago that needed his attention. I wanted to ask him more about it, but he suggested we get a move on since we slept in so late. I also wanted to ask him why he left me alone in bed, but decided against that too.
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