by Wood, Lauren
I tried to pull away from him, but his grip was tighter. He lifted his lips half off mine and asked me if I really wanted him to stop. The answer came back to me loud and clear. No, I didn't want him to stop. The last thing in the world I wanted him to do was stop. It felt too good, and I needed it too much. Why would I want him to stop, ever?
I shook my head that I didn’t, and his lips were back on mine. He didn't kiss me long before he was ending it and I had this heated feeling come over me.
“Why don't we take it into the bed? That is the one place I have wanted to drag you off to since I saw you standing in my house. I couldn't believe that you were actually here, and now you're in my arms. You know the first thing and the only thing that I want to do right now. I want to be inside of you, Angie.”
There was maybe a tremble and then there was really no other answer that I could give him. The answer I had wasn’t one that I could put into words, so I just kind of nodded my head. Whatever it was he needed me to do, that was all I could focus on right now.
Jaime just seemed to know things. And at this point, he seemed to realize that I wasn't going to be able to stand on my own two feet all that well. They were shaking and I was going to need some help. Before I could communicate this, or really anything else, he was pulling me up into his arms and starting to walk towards the area of the room where the bed was. The bed was huge, just like everything else in this house, just like the man who owned it.
He put me down ceremoniously and kissed me again. I hadn't realized how badly I missed his lips on mine, until now. It was as if they were made to be pressed against mine. What other use did they have?
12
Angie
“You don’t know how badly I have missed you, Angie. I’ve missed the feel of your skin on mine and the way you make me feel when we touch. Nothing has changed.”
A lot had changed. Back when we were together before, the only thing that had been worried about, was the moment. He’d felt good the first time, but I hadn’t appreciated how good, until I had years without him. Then I was given a disappointment every time I tried to be with a man. It was Jaime that had left me out of control.
I wasn't going to disagree with him, because I liked the thought I was the same person as the one who took that flight to New York, but I certainly didn't feel like the same person. I felt like too many things had happened and not happened, that that young girl didn't exist anymore. I was left in its place and I worried that he would figure that out and not want to be with me.
I pushed away, and he made a growling sound at me.
“You are giving me whiplash, Angie. Why do you want me to stop? Your body certainly doesn't want me to. You know this is what you want, so why do you keep fighting it?”
There was no way that my body was happy with my mind, telling me that this needed to stop. I had had too many false starts with him and it was starting to physically plague me.
“I don't think we should be doing this.”
“You're probably right. I keep telling myself, that if it didn't work once, it probably won't work again. But it did work with us, before we didn’t see each other again. We didn’t have a chance to be together. What if we do now?”
I had to agree with that sentiment. It was rather hard to think of anything else, when his hands were on my shoulders, his fingers flicking across the soft flesh of my neck. Jaime knew exactly what he was doing. He had a very good memory apparently, because that was how he had pushed me to the tipping point last time. The soft touches from his fingertips, that had made me shiver and wonder if the man in front of me was what I wanted. Or, if he was simply what was needed.
Last time, the answer had come up yes and this time was no different. With Jaime standing there, touching me and looking at me in that way, there was nothing else to think about but him. I believe that he knew what my weakness was. He was my weakness.
“Do you really want to let another day slip by without being in my arms?”
It was a simple question, laughable even. His question made the answer echo in my head, no. I didn’t want to go another moment with it, if that was an option. The way he was looking at me now, I knew that this was exactly what was supposed to happen. I just wished I wouldn’t have taken so long for us to find each other again. Fate sure did have a way of dragging its feet.
“No, I guess I can't say that I do.”
“Then let's not talk anymore. Talking brings complications, and right now, all I want to do is feel.”
“Sounds like a plan to me. I never was a big fan of talking anyways.”
“You really are a woman after my own heart.”
With that, his body pressed out against mine, especially the lower half. He was holding himself up with his huge biceps, that I could see shaking silently above me.
“What's the matter?”
“I know that I should be winding you up, but you don't know how badly I just want to push deep inside of you. I know that it's wrong and I know that you're probably not ready...”
I put my finger to his lips and shook my head.
“If you are worried about me not being ready for you, I can assure you that there is no problem that you should have. I have not been wetter in a very long time.”
Another growl came out of him, and this one was deeper and more guttural. This noise certainly affected me more than all the rest had.
“Why don't I find out for myself?”
His hand traced down my body and slid underneath the top of my skirt. It was a tight fit, considering his hands were so large and brawny, but he found what he was looking for. I felt his finger slipping between my slippery lips and I sighed. How could something so simple, feel so good? It was like my core remembered him as well, quite fondly.
“Damn, you weren’t lying, were you?”
“I never lie about the important stuff, Jaime.”
That made him chuckle, but the humor did not last very long. Instead, he was pressing with a digit and then inside of me quickly. My breath hitched in my throat and I closed my eyes to the feeling. I know that it was just a finger there, but that didn't matter. What mattered was how good it all felt. He really was amazing, even his fingers could get me off.
I held onto him tightly and he promised that he was never going to let me go. It was the best assurance that I had ever heard. A minute ago, it was Jaime that wanted to push everything along, but now I realized that it was I, that wanted to do it now. A finger wasn’t enough, not even two. They were not going to feel as good as his member would, the one that was hard and pressed against me.
“I want you inside of me, Jaime.”
He groaned when I let my hips rise as his came down. I knew that he was getting a nice rub from that and he was having the perfect reaction, one that I really liked.
“You are trying to drive me crazy. I wondered why you turned up after all of this time.”
I didn’t argue with him. He could think what he wanted, as long as he did as I asked. I don’t really know how much longer I was going to be able to wait. It didn’t feel like that long, if I was honest with myself. I was dying for his attention and when I felt him rip my panties off, I couldn’t have been happier. This is what I needed, badly. It was all I could think about and before long, he was pressing the hard head up against my weeping core and he didn’t even have to press in all that much. The wetness that came from the first couple of orgasms, made it a lot easier for him to get deep.
I cried out, because it was impossible to feel such a thing and not make a noise. I wanted it to feel better, so I squeezed him tight. He sounded like I was suffocating him, and I could hear his breath come out in short bursts.
“Damn it Angie, you’re just as tight as you were before. Back then, I thought it was because of your innocence. Now I know that it’s just your muscle control.”
I let it go back and forth for a minute, squeezing it to a rhythm. I wanted to make a joke about it, but he didn’t take it that way at all. Instead he pinned m
e down and started to drag out of me faster, just to thrust forward with all of his might. Jaime was hitting bottom and beyond. It was more than I could handle, and I did my best to hold it together.
I was hanging onto him at first, but he sat up on his knees and dragged part of me with him. Then, there was nothing that I could do. All I could do, was just take it. Now my legs were pinned with no mercy and I knew that I was going to have to push him over the edge quickly, or I may never be able to walk again. He was very excited and the wrath from that, while completely pleasurable in all ways, was just that. Wrath. I couldn’t handle him in his current state.
As soon as I opened my mouth to mention it, another wave of ecstasy went over me and I knew that there was no stopping this storm. I shouldn’t even be trying. This is what I wanted, needed even. My eyes closed and I went through four more orgasms before his rutting started to slow down. I was a puddle underneath him, not sure if I was even going to have any of my faculties when I was done. It certainly didn’t feel that way. It felt like I was lost, and I was never going to come back.
He slid out of me, after filling me with his hot seed. I could feel it draining out of me, cooling as it slid to the bed. I would have moved, stopped it if I was able, but the fact was, that I just wasn’t able, at all. I couldn’t handle what was going on with us, no matter how much I tried to.
“Wow.”
I smiled, but it wasn’t even at him. I was too busy looking at the ceiling to really pay attention to anything. Finally, I closed my eyes, and that’s the last thing that I remembered. It had this warm and fuzzy feeling that was putting me off, but there was nothing that I could do about it, nothing that I wanted to do about it.
Then there was nothingness.
“Angie, as much as I love to watch you sleep, I think you have someone here for you and I don’t suspect that you would want them to see you in such a state. They say that their name is James.”
I sat up and looked down. Most of my clothes were still intact, but I could feel the mess between my thighs. I put a hand to my hair. “How bad is it?”
He pointed towards the bathroom and I gasped at my refection. It wasn’t like I looked bad or not, but it was perfectly clear that I had just been banged properly. I could see that I wasn’t the only one that looked hard-ridden.
I pulled my hair back, fixed my makeup and tried to pretend like I hadn’t passed out in cum. This was certainly a twist to the day that I hadn’t seen coming. I looked at my watch and scoffed. It was only ten thirty and I could have laid down and been dead to the world.
Jaime said something about getting to work and I was grateful for it. There was no way that I was going to be able to deal with him around, while I was trying to work. I was just going to have to think of all of the minutes with him to get me through the rest of the day.
13
Jaime
My uncle had a frown on his face when I got to my office. He was sitting in my chair and made it a point to not get up when I came in. I had to sit in the guest chair, most likely a friendly reminder that told me that he was in charge, not me, not even in my own office.
“Good morning.”
“It’s nearly noon, Jaime. Where have you been?”
Right to the chase, as always. I should be used to this sort of talk by now.
“I got caught up with another venture.”
“That venture is obviously a woman. I thought your father taught you better than that?”
I didn’t answer him for a moment. It was easy to see that both my father and uncle had one priority on their mind. It was easy to see that women were never part of that equation. I had agreed with them for a long time, parroting their sentiment like a good son and nephew. I didn’t want to be that way though.
“He did. It was a temporary setback. I ran into a woman I hadn’t seen in many years. You know how that can go.”
I played it off, like the moments that I’d just shared with Angie, those hot steamy moments meant nothing to me. That wasn’t the case of course. It wasn’t true at all. They had meant something, a lot of something and I didn’t want to pretend that it didn’t.
“Aye, I have had those encounters. Just don’t make it a habit.”
I agreed, but secretly wished that it definitely would turn into a habit. I wanted her again already and I was regretting the choice to go into work at all. I am sure that I would have been able to convince her to send away anyone that showed up. Then I would have been able to have my way with her for longer.
“It won’t be. I probably won’t see her again, for another eight years.”
“Are you talking about that virgin from the plane?”
I was startled that my uncle knew about that and I guessed rather quickly who would give me away. I had said something about it to my father, when I got back. I don’t remember why it came up, but I didn’t like to hear about Angie in such a way, even from my own family. Or rather, especially from my own family.
“Dad told you about that?”
He agreed. “So that’s who it is? Angie Michaels?”
“How did you know who she was? I haven’t known her name all these years.”
“We always check out who you’re with. Now it’s a lot easier. You don’t get out as much as you used to. Anika took care of that. Your father thought that she would straighten you up and, in many ways, she did. Or I guess it would be Marjorie that did that. A child can certainly change everything.”
I found a lot wrong with the current conversation and wanted to steer it in another direction.
“So, enough of this. What did you want to talk about? I assume that you want to say something more, because you’re sitting here in my office.”
“I can say one thing for the woman, she seems to have given you your balls back. I can't say that that's a bad thing.”
I felt exasperated with Colin. He was just as bad as my father had been and now, I was trying my best to keep my temper in check. I had always respected him because he was my uncle, but not today. Had something changed because of Angie? I really did get the bounce back in my step because of it.
“And you were saying why you're here?”
“I want to speak to you about a personal matter.”
Nothing was personal in my family. Everything, right down to my love life, was open season and I can't say that I was too interested in the conversation he was ready to have.
“What would that be, Colin?”
“I want to talk about Anika.”
“That is certainly not a subject that I want to have anything to do with. We have been divorced for a while now. Why am I still having to hear about it?”
“Because she is the mother to your child, and she is always going to be in the picture. You know that our family has close ties with hers. That is why she was suggested to be your bride to begin with.”
“Suggested? It was more like forced and we all see how that turned out. My father was convinced that I could get her under control, but there never was a chance for that. Have you seen what she's been up to lately?”
“I have, and I spoke to her parents, and we all believe that she did better when you two were married.”
“She did better? Why would I care about that? That woman tried very hard to ruin my life and she doesn't even take care of the child that she has. She's a horrible mother. Why would I care how she is doing?”
Colin got this look on his face that my father usually employed to get me to do his bidding. However, not this time. There was no way that I was going to go with this. Not again. I learned my lesson the last time I had let my family interfere with my love life. I would rather have none at all than have to deal with them in the middle of it, like Colin was trying to do now.
“You are thinking about this in too simple of terms, nephew. You’re not looking at the big picture.”
“I'm thinking that I already wasted years of my life married to her and I certainly won't do it again. I won't have anything to do with that woman and you�
�re crazy to even ask that of me.”
“It would be better for the family if the two of you got back together.”
I kind of coughed like I was choking, because that was a line I’d heard before. I was shocked that I would hear it again. Everything was always for the good of the family, but it always seemed to be me that had to pay the price for the good of everyone else. This was not a situation I was going to do this for.
“Well, if you’re so worried about it, why don't you marry her?”
My uncle had been married at least three times before, maybe four. We stopped counting after the second one. I certainly did not need to get any advice on love from him.
“I probably would, if I wasn't so old. I have already had my children and gotten my heir. Now it's time for you to do it as well.”
“I have Marjorie.”
“Yes, but she will not ever amount to anything in the company. It always gets passed on to the sons. You need a male heir and you know it. It’s better that your children have the same mother.”
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Not only did he want me to get back with my crazy-as-hell ex-wife, but he also wanted me to have some more children with her, just to satisfy my family’s need for a male heir. I would have laughed, thinking it was a joke, if I didn't know better. I really wished it was a joke.
“I don't think that's going to happen, Colin.”
“The life that you have here, everything that you have, is dependent on you making the family happy. It’s a great opportunity and well-guided. You should at least consider my proposition.”