A Year in His Life

by Eunice Hart

  The lights were on in the living room, and there was someone lying passed out on the couch facing the television. Justin’s first reaction was that this was Madison. But the sleeping girl looked way too big to be Elena’s eight-year-old daughter. She was dressed in a blue top and red shorts, a varsity jacket draped over her like a blanket. Her face was concealed from view by her brown hair, but Justin wasn’t really bothered about that. Who was this girl? Elena hadn’t mentioned having a second daughter.

  “Oh, this is Kelsie, the babysitter,” Elena said as though she’d read his mind. “She must’ve gotten Maddie to sleep long since.” She bent and tapped the girl awake. “Hey. I’m back.”

  Kelsie sat up and rubbed her eyes, gazing round the living room. Her eyes settled on Justin and a knowing look flashed in them. Without another word, she climbed to her feet, murmured a goodnight to Elena and headed out of the house, wrapping the jacket around her like a blanket she was unwilling to let go.

  Once the girl was gone, Elena turned to face Justin, her eyes bright. “Now we have the house to ourselves.”

  That being said, she pulled him into a kiss.

  ***

  Elena was going to be honest to herself: she had absolutely no idea what had suddenly gotten into her. Maybe it was the pent-up anticipation of this moment that had finally come. At any rate, she was with this man now. They could do so much now that they had some privacy.

  There was a lot Elena wanted Justin to do to her.

  She felt a thrill race through her body the moment their lips connected. His lips were soft and warm, like before. Elena found her arms snaking up and over his shoulders, coming to a stop behind his neck. Justin hooked one arm around her waist and cupped the back of her head with his other hand, deepening the kiss. She felt his lips part hers, felt him sigh into her mouth, felt his tongue make its way inside, exploring. Her tongue and his fought a little battle for dominance, and his eventually won, flattening hers in seconds.

  This was heaven. No, this was something else. Was there anything greater than heaven? Whatever it was, this was it. Never before had kissing a man felt this wonderful.

  His hands slid down her body, coming to a stop on her bottom, grabbing each cheek and fondling it. Before long, Elena was moaning into his mouth. Justin brought one hand up and cupped her breast firmly in it. It didn’t take him long to find her nipple, and he rubbed it through her clothes, sending sensations through her that made her moan even more.

  When they fell, she wasn’t even sure, but the next thing Elena knew, they were both on the couch, him on top of her. She broke the kiss all of a sudden and stared into his face, her harsh breathing matching his.

  “I can’t believe this is happening,” she gasped.

  “Me, neither,” he said, grinning at her. He leaned in for another kiss, but she held a finger to his lips, stopping him in his tracks. His eyebrows furrowed in question.

  “Why don’t we take this party somewhere else?” Elena told him. They would be a lot more comfortable in the bedroom. Besides, she couldn’t help getting the feeling that Madison would suddenly walk in on them. The last thing she wanted was for her daughter to spot her mother getting laid on her way to get a glass of water from the kitchen.

  From the look on Justin’s face, he couldn’t agree more. He lifted her off the couch and she wrapped her legs around him. Together, they made for the stairs, Justin trying to get a kiss from her every couple of seconds or so. It seemed to take forever to find Elena’s bedroom, what with Justin’s attempts at stealth and the fact that he didn’t know his way around her house, but he finally shuffled in, making sure to lock the door behind them.

  He made his way to the bed and dumped her on the bed in an unmannerly fashion, which did nothing but increase her excitement. He climbed into bed with her and hovered over her, kissing her for all he was worth, touching his lips to her neck and collarbone. Elena began to moan, but then she caught herself – Madison would hear them if they were too loud.

  “We need to be as quiet as possible,” she told Justin in a near-whisper.

  Nodding to show that he understood, he began peeling her clothes off her – first her top, undoing the buttons one after the other. She helped him take it off and his hand slid around her, unhooking her bra with the skill and ease of someone snapping his fingers. With his other hand, he began unbuttoning her jeans. He tugged them off her waist and down her legs, flinging them over his shoulder. In a heartbeat, his clothes were gone, too, leaving him in only a pair of boxers.

  Justin was careful as he brought his hand up to her bra and took it off her chest, baring her breasts. Elena thought she heard a low moan escape his lips as his eyes landed on her perky breasts and dark, distended nipples. She stared at him, sure that he could hear her heart pounding against her chest. Did he think she wasn’t good enough? Why was he staring at her like that?

  “You’re beautiful, Elena,” he said, reaching up to cup one breast, fondling it in his hand, his thumb brushing against the engorged nipple every couple of seconds. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

  When he finally put his mouth to her breast, she nearly screamed out her pleasure. It was all she could do to retrain herself from suddenly crying out. Justin flicked his tongue around her nipple, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. Then he began to suckle her. God, if this wasn’t paradise, Elena didn’t know what to call it. She found herself raking her fingers through his hair, mumbling his name as he pleasured her. Once or twice, he nibbled her nipple, and she felt a throb in the apex of her thighs.

  “Oh, God,” she gasped as he began doing the same to her other breast. This was better than anything else she had ever felt.

  All of a sudden, he stopped. Elena looked up just in time to see him disappear from her field of vision. She lowered her gaze. Justin was at the level of her thighs now, easing her panties down her legs and tossing them aside. He stroked her wet folds, causing more moans to escape her throat. Then, without warning, he touched his tongue to her nub and flicked it.

  Elena let out a sharp cry and swiftly grabbed a pillow, pressing it over her face to muffle her sounds. She was positive she heard Justin snicker; he continued to stroke her with his tongue until she nearly exploded. Elena could feel her pleasure rising.

  It was wonderful. And it felt so right with this man. If Elena didn’t know better, she might have thought this was her destiny or something like that. Be that as it may, she was thoroughly enjoying herself. And the fact that it was happening with not just any man but Justin made even happier.

  When he slid two fingers inside her, she knew this was it for her. Elena screamed into her pillow as she came, her orgasm shooting out of her like a rocket. Her entire body jerked spasmodically and she pressed the pillow harder against her face.

  It seemed to take an eternity for her to finally stop shaking and come to her senses. When she took the pillow off her face, Justin was hovering above her, his face glistening with her juices. He shot a smirk at her.

  We’ll see who’s smirking now, Elena thought, narrowing her eyes. And then, before he could realize what was going on, she planted her hands on his chest and gave him a shove. He hit the bed beside her and in a flash, she was on top of him, straddling him.

  “Elena, what –?”

  She ignored his protest and deftly tugged his boxers off him, letting out a gasp as his erection sprang free. He was huge and hard and beautiful. Elena was pretty sure she looked like a deer caught in headlights.

  She got over her initial shock and got to work, grabbing his cock and stroking it, feeling him pulse in her hand. Then she touched her tongue to his throbbing head, feeling a shiver race through him as she closed her mouth around him. In a beat, Elena began to suckle him, bobbing her head up and down his thick, long shaft for all she was worth.

  “Elena…aah.” Justin’s eyes rolled up into his head and his hands clenched at his sides. He grew in her mouth – surprisingly longer, harder – and she took more of him into her mo
uth, feeling the tip of him against the back of her throat. She reached for his testicles and cupped them, fondling them.

  When was the last time she’d done this? Maybe eight, nine years ago. Elena wasn’t even sure if she was doing it well, but Justin didn’t seem to care. Not that he was in any position to complain, though – he was practically squirming on the bed, moaning and grunting. A couple of moments later, she felt his hand slide through her hair, gathering a few locks in his fist. Clearly, he was more than just enjoying this.

  “Elena, I’m going to come,” he suddenly gasped. She took this as a sign to go faster and so she did, bobbing her head and sucking harder than ever. When Justin’s grip on her tightened, she figured he was encouraging her to continue suckling him. Then it dawned on her that he was trying to get her to stop.

  “I don’t want to come yet,” Justin managed to grunt. “Let me come inside you.”

  That was surely tempting, but Elena had gone too far to put a stop to this just yet. She began stroking him, sucking him at the same time. A moment later, Justin’s sac tightened in her hand and his entire body seemed to stiffen. The next thing she knew, he was shooting his sperm into her mouth, his muscles clenching as she did.

  She took him out of her mouth, and both seemed surprised to find that he was still rock-hard. “Mmmm, you taste nice.”

  “This has never happened before,” Justin panted, staring at his fully-erect cock.

  “Well, it tends to happen when you’re with someone special,” Elena told him.

  “You’re damn right about that.”

  With that, he sat up and pulled her up so that she was straddling him again. Then, without even the slightest warning, he flipped them over so that he was on top, and positioned himself at her dripping entrance.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard, Elena Matthews,” he said, stroking her crack so that she moaned and writhed beneath him, “you’re gonna think it’s a dream.”

  “Do it,” she told him, gazing into his eyes. “Do it now.”

  With a nod, Justin slid into her, filling her up, and her eyes grew wide with surprise and pleasure. For a moment, his face reflected her exact expression. Then he began his strokes, sliding in and out of her, driving her wild with his rhythm. His cock was touching her in so many places at once, overloading her nerves with pleasure with his every movement. It was all Elena could do to keep from shattering the air with a piercing scream. She whimpered beneath him, resisting the insane urge to shut her eyes.

  “You like that, don’t you?” he said.

  Elena could barely nod. Never before had she had sex as wonderful as this. Now she was having the time of her life. And it was all thanks to this big, beautiful man on top of her.

  She could feel her pleasure mounting inside her with every stroke that Justin gave her. For the second time that night, she was going to explode with ecstasy. Justin’s strokes had become more erratic and she could feel him stiffening above her. In a matter of moments both of them would reach their peak.

  In the seconds before she came, a single thought crossed her mind: This is the man for me. This is the man I’ve needed my whole life.

  And then her orgasm rolled out of her with the force of a tidal wave, and Elena felt herself rise higher and higher. Justin muffled her screams with a kiss, his body jerking rapidly now. He pounded harder than ever into her, and soon he, too, came, groaning his pleasure into her mouth as his seed spurted wildly into her.

  They might have remained that way for hours, years maybe, but finally they broke apart. Justin rolled over onto his back and Elena draped an arm and a leg over him, basking in his warmth.

  “That was wonderful,” he said suddenly.

  “You bet it was.” They were both silent for a minute. Then she added, “I love you, Justin.”

  He didn’t respond straight away, and her heart began racing, but just then he said, “I love you, too, Elena.”

  She felt his arms wrap around her as her consciousness drifted away. When she opened her eyes in the morning, he was gone, but there was a note on the bed beside her. Slightly panicked, she snatched it up and began to read.

  I’ve never felt this way for anyone before.

  I love you, and I’m not afraid to say it.

  Elena found herself beaming. Later, at work, when Giselle and Martha asked how her night with Justin had gone, all she could do was smile.

  Chapter 6

  No, My Cat Is Not a Prophet

  The next four months were a blur for Elena. Everything seemed to be happening so fast. The weird thing was, that didn’t bother her as much as she’d figured it would. She liked that she and Justin were official now. They’d had sex several more times, both at her house and his. She preferred going to his house, because there she didn’t have to worry about Madison overhearing her screams. Not when her daughter was faraway in Granny Pat’s house.

  Speaking of which…today was the next visit to Elena’s mother’s place. She and Madison drove over in a small Mercedes Justin had gifted her – she’d been reluctant to take it, but he had insisted – in silence. As she drove, she remembered what had happened the past few times she’d gone over to her mother’s place.

  When Granny Pat had heard of the developing relationship between her daughter and Justin, she’d nearly hit the roof with excitement.

  “I knew it was going to work out between you two,” she had gloated, a smug expression plastered on her face as she stroked her cat. “You see? Not all men are like Darrel…”

  She had gone on and on about how it was good to listen to her and how Elena should not let past mistakes stop her from chasing what was good for her. By the time she and Madison left, Elena was seriously considering lobbying one of the cats in Granny Pat’s direction to get her to stop talking. The next few times they visited, Granny Pat had talked about Justin less, but she never missed the opportunity to ask Elena how their relationship was going and offer some “invaluable” relationship advice. Now Elena was even more reluctant to visit her mother.

  Thinking about it wasn’t going to help matters. She brushed the thought aside and continued driving, enjoying the silence.

  Naturally, her daughter broke that silence.

  “Mommy?” she piped up from the backseat.

  Elena didn’t take her eyes off the road. “Yes, Maddie?”

  “How come Justin isn’t coming with us to see Granny Pat?”

  Madison seemed to have taken a liking to Justin over the past couple of months. Most times, when she heard her mother mention his name or announce that he was coming over, she got excited and it took a lot of effort to get her to calm down. Sometimes, Elena wondered if it was because she genuinely liked him or because of the fact that he always got her ice cream. She didn’t let that thought bother her. At least Madison accepted him. That was all that mattered now.

  She smiled as she rounded the corner, driving into a new street. “Justin is busy, dear. He’s got work to do. Besides, I don’t see any reason why he has to come visit your grandmother. He’s not obliged.”

  “‘Obliged’.” Her daughter repeated the word as though testing how it sounded. “What does that mean?”

  “To be obliged to do something means you have to do it, no matter what. Justin doesn’t have to visit Granny with us because he’s not obliged.”

  “Oh.” Madison was silent for about a minute. Then: “Is he going to be my new daddy?”

  Elena slammed her foot on the brakes, nearly causing the vehicle behind to crash into the Mercedes. The driver, a man in his fifties, swerved around the car, flashing her the middle finger as he sped past. Shooting a glance at her daughter in the rear-view mirror to make sure she was alright, she continued driving, trying to get her breathing to slow down.

  “Maddie, can we not talk about that right now?” she said, almost waspishly.

  It was amazing how much the question had affected her. Sure, she’d thought about marriage to Justin more than a couple of times. She’d never actually brought
it up with him or any of her friends, though. It was a thought that lingered in her mind, forced to the very nether region of it. The last thing she’d expected was to hear her own daughter ask her that.

  “Okay, Mommy,” Madison said. She began to hum, absent-mindedly playing with something in the backseat.

  “Good.” Elena heaved a sigh of relief. “How’s the preparation for your school’s Christmas play?”

  Madison was quiet for a couple of seconds. “They said I couldn’t play Mary.”

  “Why not?”

  “Laura Lindsey already has that role,” replied her daughter. “She’s blonde and pretty.”

  Elena’s eyes narrowed to slits, but she forced them to widen again. “I see. You’re also pretty, Maddie. I bet you’re prettier than that Laura. Don’t let anyone get to you by saying things like that. I bet Mary wasn’t even blonde.” She decided to change the subject a little. “What character are you playing?”

  More silence. Then Madison said, “It’s a surprise. You and Justin are invited to the play.”

  “That’s very nice to hear,” her mother muttered, her lips curving into a slight smile. She wasn’t particularly thrilled about what her daughter had told her about not being able to play Mary, but at least they’d shifted from the topic of Justin and marriage. That was good enough for her.

  She just hoped Granny Pat wouldn’t bring it up when they got to her house.

  ***

  Granny Pat brought it up.

  “How’s your relationship with Justin going?” she asked her daughter.

  They were in the kitchen making cookies. Madison was somewhere in the living room, playing with the cats. Elena had been reluctant to leave her daughter alone with the feline creatures, but her mother had assured her that the cats wouldn’t try to harm her. Even then, Elena kept praying the cats wouldn’t “mistakenly” claw Madison till she bled.

  “It’s actually going very well, Mom,” Elena told her, sneaking a couple of chocolate chips from the bowl she was handing to her mother and popping them into her mouth. “To be honest, there’s no need to keep asking every time you see me.”