by N. M. Silber
I climbed up on the table and leaned back on my hands, my tummy clenching with anticipation. “Wait, before you go any further, we’re throwing out the cranberry sauce when we’re done, right?”
“What do you think?” He laughed and then opened up the container, dipped a finger into the red gel and swirled it around one of my nipples, giving me goose bumps and making me jump.
“I think that’s cold.” I giggled.
“Let me warm you up,” he said, bending down, leaning in, and licking off the sauce. Then he sucked on my nipple in exactly the way he knew that I loved, hard and then gently, rolling his tongue around and around.
“Oh yeah. Oh God. I love that.” I groaned and started breathing heavily. He dipped in again and repeated the process on the other side, driving me insane.
“Lay back,” he said, thickly and he didn’t have to say it twice. He took the cranberry sauce and drew a twisting path from my breasts down to my belly button, which turned into a little cranberry well. “Let me give you something to be thankful for,” he teased and began tracing the path with delightful little licks and flutters of that talented tongue of his.
“Thank you.” I panted. He lapped up the cranberry in my bellybutton so sensually that I started getting lightheaded. Then he leaned back and nudged my legs apart, dipping in again and tracing a cranberry trail up along my inner thighs.
“I love your pussy like this,” he said in a sexy whisper, admiring my wax job.
“My pussy loves you too,” I managed in between harsh little pants.
I buried my fingers in his hair as he licked his way upward. He didn’t actually put any cranberry sauce anywhere more intimate, probably for the best, but his mouth definitely made it there. He parted me with his hot, probing, tongue and began licking me like he was licking chocolate off of his fingers.
“Mmm, so sweet,” he mumbled and I began arching my back and writhing around. I couldn’t stand it anymore. He was just so skilled at going down that I usually couldn’t make it to a happy ending without begging him for it first.
“Adam, please, please. Oh God, please fuck me.”
He started moving back up, trailing little kisses toward my tummy. When he got there he stood up straight and looked down at me lying there on our dining room table – yeah, I know – I heard me say it too, our dining room table. He gently grabbed my feet and braced them up against his shoulders, positioning himself over me, and looking down at me in a way that every woman deserves to have a man look at her at least once.
“I find the thought of getting you pregnant incredibly sexy. Someday, I’m really going to enjoy knocking you up,” he said. Then he slid into me and I gasped.
“Me too.” I moaned happily.
“Lily, oh baby,” he ground out as he began rolling his hips. “There’s nothing that comes close to how good your pussy feels.”
He rode me right there on the dining room table, for who knows how long, while I gradually climbed closer. I could have gotten there faster if I had reached down and touched myself, but sometimes, I just liked taking my time. The sounds of our pleasure echoed through the apartment, gasps and groans, swearing, and begging. Vaguely, I hoped that the table would hold up.
Eventually, we were slick with sweat and sex. Come to think of it, we might want to replace that table anyway. My legs had started to shake and heat, tension and pressure filled my lower belly. I couldn’t handle any more. I needed release.
“Oh God. I want to come.” I moaned, and he changed his angle so that he was even deeper, rubbing my clit with every thrust. Then, he began moving faster and hitting it harder. I started gasping and arching more, writhing under him, grabbing onto the edge of the table. I’m not a screamer in general, but there are exceptions. This was one. I screamed “Don’t stop! Please! Oh God! Oh God! Please don’t stop!” and they probably heard me in the parking garage.
“Close, baby,” he said in a raw voice, but I wasn’t sure if he meant me or him. I looked up at him desperately, teetering right on the edge as he pounded me. He was breathing hard and his eyes were hazy. So beautiful.
“Please make me come, Adam.”
“Anything, Lily,” he said sounding like he was barely holding on. And then I felt it; my muscles started to tighten; my tummy clenched, and I started trembling.
“Adam!” My vision became unfocused for a second and I gasped and felt my inner muscles start to spasm.
“Oh, Lily,” he bit out. “Oh baby.” His rhythm faltered and just a few hard thrusts later he made a strangled sound, swore, groaned and went still. We stayed like that panting for a few seconds.
“Happy Thanksgiving, Adam,” I mumbled in an “I just got sexed really well” voice.
“Happy Thanksgiving, Lilith,” he answered between heavy breaths. And I knew then that the holidays would be much more fun in the future.
Chapter Six
Black Friday
The phone on the nightstand started ringing at nine AM. Now, under normal circumstances, we were up and about well before nine, but it was the day after Thanksgiving and we had been busy the night before having sex three more times after he stuffed me on the dining room table. Go team!
“I don’t want to get up for school.” He muttered and dropped the phone.
“Who was that?” I croaked.
“My Mom.”
“Adam!” I picked up the phone. “Hello?”
“Good morning, Lily!” Mrs. Roth said brightly. Too brightly. I held the phone a little further away from my ear.
“Morning,” I mumbled, sounding like I had a mouth full of cotton.
“Abby and I are here and we have a surprise for you!”
“Great.” I tried to make it sound convincing. “Can you give us a few minutes?”
“Sure. We’ll run across the street and grab some coffee and be back in half an hour.”
“Okay, thanks.” I clicked off. “Adam, we have to get up,” I said poking him.
“I got it up half the night. Now I need to sleep.”
“She said they have a surprise for us.”
“I don’t like surprises.”
“I want to make your mother happy.”
“You’re making her happy by marrying me.”
“Are you going to make me poke you again?”
“Poking is what made me so tired.”
“Adam. Come on!” He flipped onto his back in exasperation and threw back the covers. Just for the record, even after four rounds and with a sore cha-cha, the site of Adam naked was stirring. I stared lecherously at his bare ass as he headed for the bathroom.
“See something you like, Adler?” he called out. How did he always know?
I made the bed and realized that I didn’t have any clean panties. This was getting ridiculous. We were spending all of our time together. I needed at least a drawer. He came back in a few minutes with a towel wrapped around his waist and paused to watch me rearrange his things to give myself drawer space. I think the fact that I was still naked made it more interesting for him.
“See something you like, Roth?”
“As a matter of fact … What time are they getting here?”
“In about fifteen minutes, so take down your tent,” I said glancing down it his towel. “I thought you were tired anyway.”
“I’m getting a second wind. Just so you know, after they go, I think I’m going to want to hit that again.”
“I hope that wasn’t foreplay,” I said dryly. “As you can see, I’m giving myself a drawer.”
“Why don’t you just move in?”
That made me pause. He had a point. Why didn’t I just move in? And why did that make me anxious? And why was it that every time I felt anxious lately I got horny? And why was I standing here asking myself all these questions when I could be having sex?
“Okay,” I said resolutely. “I’ll move in. Here. With you.”
“Good idea. I’m glad you suggested it,” he said with a grin.
“Maybe we do hav
e time for a quickie.” I said, openly checking him out.
“I don’t think so.” He looked at me suspiciously. “Are you hormonal or something?”
“You just said you wanted to hit it again.”
“I’m a guy and you’re naked.”
“I’ve been feeling really amorous lately.”
“I’ve noticed.”
“Like I said last night, I think it’s how I react to anxiety about the wedding.”
“Well, at this rate I’m not going to need to hit the gym until after we get married.”
“Speaking of the gym, I had better hit the shower.” As I headed off toward the bathroom, I saw him smile. “What?”
“You’re actually walking a little funny,” he said with a laugh. I rolled my eyes and hobbled out.
I took a quick shower and threw on my clothes, going commando rather than putting on yesterday’s panties. I had just left the bathroom when I heard the door buzzer ring and I went over with Adam to greet his mom and sister. He swung the door open and they came in with big smiles. I smiled back, and for that one second, I felt great. And then I looked up.
Standing in the doorway with an eyebrow cocked at a disapproving angle was the woman who gave birth to me – Judith Steinberg – the Ice Queen.
“Oh. My. God,” was all I could manage.
“An e-mail message?! I find out you’re getting married in an e-mail?”
“We don’t like each other,” I reminded her.
“It doesn’t matter. I’m your mother. I was in labor for twenty-three hours with you.”
“Yeah, but you refused to leave the courtroom for twenty-two of them. You said you wouldn’t push until the jury came in.”
“That didn’t make it less painful. And this is the thanks I get. I give you life and pay for a great education and I find out you’re getting married in an e-mail.”
“Nice to see you too.”
“You didn’t even send it!”
“Yeah, who told you?”
“I did dear,” Mrs. Roth smiled benevolently. “Two young Jewish people are getting married. It’s important that the mothers be involved. It’s cultural.”
“I’m just here so my Mom can remind me that my younger brother is getting married and I’m not even dating anyone seriously,” Abby offered.
Finally, Adam, who had been silent up until that point, spoke up. “There’s too much estrogen in this room for me. I’m going to lay down.”
“You do look tired, honey,” Mrs. Roth said, sounding concerned. “Are pre-wedding jitters keeping you awake?” She looked confused when he just cracked up laughing and headed for the bedroom.
“You flew up here last night?” I asked, turning to my mother. “Where are you staying?”
“I’ll stay at your place.”
“I’m moving! Here! Tonight!” Screw the drawer. You want to talk about anxiety, try living with my mother. Adam might die of exhaustion from all the sex I would need to deal with that.
“Fine, more room for me. I’ll take over the rent if necessary.”
“Where’s Dad? Is he coming too?”
“He’s still in Florida. By the way, we’re getting a divorce. So, let’s talk caterers.” She sat down calmly.
“Oh Judith, I’m so sorry,” Deb Roth said, coming to sit next to my mother and obviously prepared to offer comfort. She must not know my mother very well.
“About what? The divorce? Oh it’s no big deal. When Ira and I were both full-time litigators we got along. Retired, we don’t get along. Who’s doing the ceremony, Rabbi Stein?”
“We haven’t discussed it,” I said numbly.
“Well, of course it will be Rabbi Stein,” Mrs. Roth replied.
“Mom, don’t you think Adam and Lily …” Abby spoke up.
“He’s known them since they were babies, honey! Nomi Stein would be crushed if her husband didn’t marry them.” I started to sweat.
“What month are we talking?” my mother went on. She was on a roll.
“How about June?” Deb suggested.
“June works for me,” the Ice Queen agreed.
“Shouldn’t you ask Adam and Lily what works for them?” Abby tried again.
“Abby darling, we don’t want to put this off, but don’t forget, no weddings between Passover and Shavuot,” her mother answered. I started to itch. It might have been hives.
“They’ll have to meet with him to go over all the pre-marriage details,” Judith went on.
“What details?” I asked. All I knew about the process was what I had learned years ago in Hebrew school, and I didn’t remember most of it.
“The expectations and obligations of marriage,” Deb informed me.
“It will all be in the marriage contract too, but at a minimum, Adam’s supposed to feed you, clothe you and take care of your sexual needs,” Abby reminded me.
“Sounds like a good deal,” I muttered.
“We’ll make sure you get a beautiful ketubah,” Mrs. Roth beamed, referring to the actual contract we would sign at the wedding. There were so many designs. It would be displayed in our home for the rest of our lives. I had to find the perfect one! No pressure! I felt like I might need a paper bag to breathe into.
This conversation between my mother and Adam’s mother continued for what felt like years, as they worked out the details of our wedding. I hoped they remembered to invite us. Finally, Abby gestured for me to join her and the two of us ducked into the kitchen together.
“Hey, are you okay? You look kind of sick,” she asked kindly.
“My mother has that effect on me. She stresses me out.”
“Yeah, mine too. I love her with all my heart, but she drives me crazy sometimes. Remember that this day is for you and Adam, not anybody else.”
“That’s what my friends told me too. It’s hard, though, because I know how much it means to your mom and I really want to make her happy. I won’t bother with trying to please my mother. She’ll never be happy with anything I do.”
“Maybe that’s why you’re so anxious. You’re too worried about failing to please other people.” Abby was a smart cookie.
“You’re right. I need to stand up for myself. I can do it. I have support from my friends, and Adam comforts me when I get too overwhelmed.”
She snorted. “Sorry, it’s just so weird. He’s my little brother, and he’s Adam, you know?”
“Yeah, it’s even weird for me sometimes because he’s Adam, and I’m me, and we battled each other all through school.”
“We all knew that he had a crush on you, though, and we’re all glad that you’re going to be our sister.” She gave me a warm look and I became emotional.
“I’m glad, too,” I said, my voice cracking. Abby reached out and hugged me, and I hugged her back tightly.
“You and I are close in age, and we’re both lawyers,” she said, letting me go after a few seconds. “We should hang out more. Right now we should get back in there, though, before they choose your kids’ colleges.”
“I agree. I need to put my foot down, or they’ll roll right over me.” I marched back into the living room and faced the mothers.
“This is my wedding, and this is what I want,” I announced, squaring my shoulders. “First, it will be a traditional Jewish wedding, with Rabbi Stein, who has known us since we were kids. Secondly, it will be whenever and wherever we decide, but you can give us your input. Third, you can handle the details if you want, but I get final approval of everything.”
“Okay,” my mother replied.
“Okay?” I asked, dubiously.
“Okay,” she repeated.
“Okay!” I smiled confidently. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m kind of tired too.”
“Of course, dear,” Mrs. Roth said sweetly. “Don’t worry about anything. We’ll get on this, and we’ll make sure that you approve of everything. It is your wedding after all.”
I wasn’t sure how I had won that round so easily, but I wasn’t going to questio
n it. Of course, it dawned on me later, that what I had asked for, was what they wanted too, but it didn’t matter, as long as Adam and I were happy. The fact that it would also make them happy, was just a nice perk.
Chapter Seven
My hives went away at the same time my mother did. Coincidence? I think not. I went into the bedroom where Adam was curled up on his side asleep, hugging my pillow. He looked so sweet and innocent. Looks could be so deceiving.
I walked quietly over to the bed and sat down slowly so as not to disturb him. I was planning to read, but I couldn’t help just watching him like that for a few minutes and thinking about how much he meant to me. A little curl had fallen onto his forehead and I reached out, ever so gently, to brush it back. Then he spoke up and nearly gave me a stroke.
“Why are you watching me sleep?” I jumped and yanked my hand back with a yelp. What, did he have freaking ESP?
“Because I love you, you schmuck. How did you know with your eyes closed?”
“I’m aware of everything you do in bed,” he answered, opening his eyes and smiling at me. “Did they go home?”
“Yeah, but not before pushing me to the edge of a nervous breakdown. I stood up to them, and held my ground, but I think I need sex again.”
“Again? Are you trying to cripple me? At this rate they’re going to have to carry me up the aisle.”
“It comforts and calms me, even when we’re wild. Orgasm is a great physical release of tension and I like that you’re bigger and stronger than me. It’s probably a psychological thing or maybe some primal instinct. Who knows? Is it a problem?”
“Hell no, believe me, Lilith, I’m not complaining, but I don’t like seeing you all stressed out. If you want me to tell everybody to just leave us alone…”
“No, Adam. I’m going to make sure that we have exactly the day we want, if it kills me, but I do still want them to be involved. Are you saying you’ve reached your comfort limit for now though?” I traced a finger up along his bicep.