Just With You

by Selina Snow

  Chapter Four

  MORGAN

  He almost couldn’t believe what was happening as he pulled up in front of his building. It wasn’t as though he had never brought a woman he had just met home with him, but this felt different. This was electric. Hell, he suddenly realized he didn’t even know her name. He quickly looked in his rearview window to see if she had indeed followed him. Maybe she had second thoughts and had just kept driving. But no, the headlights pulling into the parking stall behind him said otherwise. He got out of his vehicle and walked up to hers. She was reaching across the passenger seat for her purse as he opened the driver’s door.

  He held her hand as they walked up the walkway, neither of them speaking. Almost as though afraid if they spoke it would break the spell that had been woven between the two of them. They entered his place and he flipped on the hallway light, illuminating a cozy but obviously masculine home. He took her hand and, walking backward to never take his eyes off her, he guided her towards his bedroom.

  He had a fleeting moment where he thought she was going to pull away. Doubt seemed to flicker in her eyes as she hesitated. He stood still, waiting for her to work through whatever it was that was going on in her mind, not wanting to push her into anything she didn’t want. After a couple of seconds, she reached out and grabbed him again by the belt loops of his jeans.

  “Are you sure?” he asked. He wanted her to be sure and in this 100 percent. He wanted her to have no regrets.

  “Absolutely,” she whispered as she reached up and pulled his head down towards hers.

  She slipped her tongue into his mouth and he had never tasted anyone so exquisite. It was a mixture of sweet alcohol and a touch of breath mints. He pulled her closer towards him and ran his hands over her back and then down towards her ass. An intense desire flashed across his body like a bolt of lightning. He wanted her right now. But he held himself back, knowing it was way too soon. He wanted to make sure enjoyed this as much as he did.

  He began to slowly ease her dress up, first over her thighs, then her ass and finally she lifted her arms and the dress came off completely. She stood there in her black panties and black lace bra. For a moment, he forgot to breathe, her beauty was so overwhelming. From the curve of her waist to the softening of her belly, there was not one part of her that he would change. She was so perfect, even the dimples at the top outside of her thighs were endearing and he had an overwhelming urge to reach down and kiss them.

  He realized that she was standing there, looking at him with an odd look on her face; he couldn’t decide if she looked proud, scared or upset. Suddenly it hit him that she looked unsure and insecure.

  “You look amazing,” He whispered, hoping the words would show her how beautiful he found her.

  A look of relief crossed her face and she smiled and reached for the back of her bra, undoing the clasp and setting her breasts free. Her small, reddish nipples were hard and erect. His hand rubbed up against one, teasing it with the palm of his hand and she groaned. He reached down and placed the nipple in his mouth and began to suck gently. Her breathing became faster and faster and he could tell she was incredibly turned on. He took one of her hands and placed it on his crotch so she could tell just how turned on he was too.

  “Oh my god,” she moaned as she felt his large, hard cock underneath her hand.

  “That’s what you do to me,” he whispered, taking her other hand and leading her towards the bed. He laid her on her back and, towering over her, he slipped his hands into the crotch of her black panties. She arched her back as he felt her wet center. He couldn’t believe how turned on she was and again he fought to hold back. He wanted nothing more than to rip her panties off and plunge himself into her as deep as he could go. But first, he wanted to see her squirm.

  He pulled her panties off in one swift motion, and she lay spread out, open to him. Throwing her legs over his shoulders, he pulled her towards him and lowering his head, he flicked his tongue through her wetness. Again, her back arched and she let out a low and almost growling moan. He did it again and she had the same reaction. She didn’t hold back and he found her lack of sophistication even more of a turn-on; she didn't bother to try and pretend she was in control. After he licked her a few times, he began to suck gently, which caused her body to thrash around on the bed as she groaned louder.

  “Oh, oh, no… I mean yes, I mean, don’t stop… oh, oh,” he heard her yell out, almost incoherently.

  He came up for air long enough to reassure her. “Oh, don’t you worry, I’m not going to stop,” he chuckled.

  He couldn’t believe how she was responding to his touch, it was almost as though she hadn't had a man touch her in years and she was letting out years of pent up frustrations. Just as she clenched her stomach muscles and began a shattering climax, he slipped a finger into her while continuing to suck on her. He thought her orgasm would go on forever and he smiled with pleasure at the feel of her body clenching and heaving.

  When she was finished, he slid up the length of her, caressing her with his hands as he went.

  “God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered as he nibbled on her ear.

  She lay there quietly for a moment, taking the time to catch her breath. Then, she moved her hand down his chest and along his rock hard stomach, down, down until she was reached his manhood. Wrapping her hands around it, she squeezed gently and it was his turn to moan. She had such small delicate hands but they were strong and able to apply firm, even pressure. He reached down and moved her hand so it was going up and down on him. As her hand moved, it came in contact with his pre-cum and it acted as a sort of lubricant. His breathing increased and he tossed his head back in pleasure. Suddenly, he knew he couldn’t wait any longer. He grabbed the wrist of the hand that was holding him and reached over to grab her other one too. She was on her back and he held her hands above her head. The movement caused her breasts to jut out and he reached down and sucked roughly on one of them, causing her to inhale sharply. With his knees, he pulled her legs apart and moved his cock so it rested at her opening. He looked down at her closed eyes.

  “Open your eyes, look at me!” He commanded.

  Her eyes flew open in surprise just as he pushed himself into her.

  “I want to see your face,” he told her. “I want to see you enjoy it.”

  He inched himself further into her and murmured under his breath “it’s going to be a tight fit.” He moved forward slightly when his eyes flew open in shock. He had reached resistance. It couldn't be, could it? Surely there was no way that the woman he had just picked up in the bar was a virgin? Noticing the shock on his face, she lifted her feet up and wrapped her legs around his waist, plunging him deeper into him, as though she wanted to take no chance he would stop. As if he could.

  As he plunged deep into her and her body surrounded him, he felt as though he was in another world. A world of pleasure. A world where everything was perfect. And as he came into her, he wondered what on earth he had gotten himself into.

  GRACE

  She laid on her back, with the man on his side next to her. At first, she wondered what to say to him, this stranger she had just gotten o know in the most intimate way possible. She soon realized though, that she didn’t have to say anything as his breathing became more and more steady and even. He had fallen asleep! She almost wanted to laugh out loud. She had done what she had set out to do. She knew what it felt like to have sex. And oh boy did she get what all the fuss was about now! It surpassed anything she had imagined. It was better than all the romantic movies she had ever watched or any of the books she had read.

  Slowly, she eased away from him and padded over to the washroom. She quietly eased the door shut and then turned on the light. Looking at herself in the mirror, she inspected herself carefully. She wasn’t quite sure what she was looking for, what difference she expected to see, but somehow she was surprised to find she still looked like herself. She used the bathroom and then washed up as best she could. As she
quietly opened the door, the light from the bathroom spread out across the man laying on the bed. He was as attractive asleep and naked as he was awake and dressed.

  She walked over and grabbed a blanket from the end of the bed and crawled up next to him, pulling it over the two of them. She snuggled next to him, inhaling his musky scent. She couldn’t believe it, but being this close to him again was actually causing her to get turned on again. She moved her hand down to his crotched and clasped him in her hands again. He stiffened and moaned in his sleep. Using her hand, she pushed him onto his back and straddled him, the blanket now draped over her shoulders. She eased herself on him until she was impaled by his thick cock, and began to ease herself up and down. She wasn’t sure at what point he became fully awake, but before long his hands had grabbed her waist and began to move her faster and faster on him. Once she had sped up, one of his hands traveled down, almost to where their bodies met and with his thumb, he rubbed her clit until she began to writhe on top of him as she came in wave after wave. She knew he came again, but because the rest of the night was a blur of lovemaking, she wasn’t quite sure when.

  In the morning, she gathered her things and left the bedroom. Dressing quickly in the hallway, she slipped out the front door, mentally saying goodbye to him forever.

  Chapter Five

  GRACE

  At work the next day, Grace tried to maintain her usual level of focus on her job. In the past, whenever something was on her mind she could count on throwing herself into her work to find relief. But no matter what she did, she couldn’t stop thinking about last night. She attended to her tasks as though on auto-pilot and that was not like her at all. But every time she moved, the dull ache in her body reminded her of the passion-filled night. She found herself reliving moments and heat would roll over her body in waves of remembered longing.

  What on earth was wrong with her, she wondered. She couldn’t believe how one night of sex had her mesmerized and obsessed like some kind of horny teenager. She had wanted her one night and she should be satisfied. She knew what all the fuss was about now.

  "Penny for your thoughts," Her partner said while snapping his fingers in front of her eyes.

  “Oh!” she exclaimed. “You startled me!”

  “No kidding,” He answered. “You look like you were in another world.”

  She smiled at him and offered no explanation. Although her partner Mike was also a good friend, there were some things they just didn’t talk about. And sex was one of those things. He would never understand what could have made her behave so irrationally and frankly, so without regard for her own safety. Going home with a complete stranger and having sex with them was not exactly up there on the list of smart things to do these days. Not that Mike would probably have believed her; Grace was known for being very cautious and prim. The idea of her throwing caution to the wind and doing what she did last night would probably make his head spin.

  Just then, an emergency call came through and Grace was finally distracted from her thoughts. She worked her next shift with her focus entirely on her work. Being a paramedic meant she couldn’t afford to be distracted when she was dealing with people’s health and at times, their very life. She and Mike worked like a well-oiled machine, often knowing what the other was thinking and responding before they even said a word. It was as though there was an invisible link between the two of them that meant words were not necessary.

  When their shift finally ended, Grace went into the women’s change room and stripped down to her underwear. She always left her clothes at the station; she never knew what kind of bodily fluids had made it onto her uniform and she wasn’t about to take a chance by bringing them into her home. Standing in her underwear, she tossed the soiled clothes into the laundry basket and reaching into her locker to grab her street clothes.

  “What on earth happened to you?” exclaimed Cindy, her only other female colleague.

  "What do you mean?" Grace asked quickly. For a split second, she wondered if Cindy had somehow been able to tell what Grace had done last night.

  “Your back, there are marks all over it,” Cindy explained. “Are those scratch marks?”

  Grace turned red as she realized that they were indeed marks from her encounter.

  "Yeah, my cat went nuts," Grace answered, thinking on her feet. She quickly slipped a fresh shirt over her head and covered the marks. Cindy looked at her and raised her eyebrow but didn't refrain from asking more questions. Grace hastily finished getting dressed and escaped the room and left the station.

  As she was unlocking her car, she looked up and saw a tall, well-built man with blonde hair walking down the street. Her heart skipped a beat. Could it be him? But within the next split second, she realized this man's hair was longer and his walk much different from his. Her heart rate returned to normal and she shook her head at her silliness. Apparently, having sex made you slightly paranoid and a wee bit soft in the head.

  As she drove home, she reflected again on how odd it was that she didn’t know his name. Why didn’t they introduce themselves? Whenever she thought of him, he was ‘Him’ with a capital h, which seemed pretty silly. Her musings were cut short by the sound of her cell phone ringing. Reaching over, she activated her car’s Bluetooth and said hello to her friend Monique. Before she could say anything else, her friend began a tirade about the degree to which she felt housebound and ready to climb the walls. Monique was the other of twin boys who were just beginning to walk and she often phoned Grace and regaled her with tales of what they had gotten into and destroyed.

  “Seriously Grace, I may have to leave the country on an extended holiday just to recover from this stage of their childhood,” Monique said with characteristic exaggeration. “But enough about me, what are you doing?”

  “Just driving home from my shift,” she responded. “Going to go home and maybe order some pizza for supper.”

  “Poor you, going home to an empty apartment and take out,” Monique responded, sarcasm dripping from every word.

  “Sure, sure make fun,” Grace laughed. “But it does get a bit lonely sometimes.”

  “I’m sure it does, but just one night at our house and you are cured!” her friend replied. “Speaking of which, why don’t you come over tomorrow night and join us for dinner?”

  The thought of spending time with Monique in her warm, cozy home and watching her adoring husband dote on her sounded very nice right about then and so she agreed. She would see them at 6:30 tomorrow night.

  MORGAN

  It was official. He was losing his mind. His partner Larry was looking at him oddly as he asked a question during the morning briefing that had apparently already been covered. He had turned a lovely shade of pink and gave himself a mental kick. He had been thinking of last night. Wondering what she was doing today and if he had any chance of seeing her again. She had left before he woke up this morning and he was left feeling strangely empty. He didn’t want a relationship and whenever he dated he made that very clear to the woman. Some walked away, some got mad and others pretended it was okay. But he had never, ever had this type of experience. Coming home with him and then disappearing without so much as a goodbye or a note signed with her name.

  But not knowing her name didn’t stop him from imagining her silken red hair cascading across his bare chest or the soft feel of her skin. As they walked out of the precinct, his partner started giving him a bad time about having his head in the clouds. He hadn’t told Larry what had happened last night, so he simply smiled and took it.

  Later that day they decided to get out of their patrol car and walk through a pop-up market, say hi to the locals and just let their presence be felt. As he sauntered around, he heard a woman's laughter and he stopped in his tracks. So many times last night, she had laughed with pleasure. He swung around, expecting to see ahead of luscious red hair. Instead, there was a brunette, laughing at the antics of her toddler.

  “What the hell is wrong with you today Morgan?” Larry aske
d, slightly exasperated. “You have been like a cat on a hot tin roof.”

  “It’s nothing, I just thought I heard an old friend,” Morgan responded, anxious not to let his partner know what was really happening – he was losing his mind over a woman.

  “Okay, fine don’t tell me,” Larry said. “But it’s pretty obvious that you need to take a bit of a break.”

  “Oh, it is, is it?” Morgan answered with a grin. Larry was always trying to play the big brother role even though he was only a year older than Morgan.

  “Why don’t you come over for dinner tomorrow night? Have a homecooked meal and see how the other half lives,” Larry invited.

  “The other half?”

  “Yeah, the non-bachelor half of course,” Larry teased.

  They continued to banter back and forth as they strolled the market. Morgan agreed to go for supper the next night and he would never admit it to Larry, but he was looking forward to spending time with a loving family who fed him amazing home-cooked meals. Who knows, maybe that is what would finally help him get his mind off a beautiful stranger.

  Chapter Six

  GRACE

  After parking her car, Grace reached into her backseat and pulled out a brown paper bag that held a bottle of red wine. She had spent a good twenty minutes perusing the aisles trying to find just the right wine but she felt confident it would go very well with the dinner Monique told her she was preparing.

  Monique was a bit of a food connoisseur and Grace wanted to make sure the wine did the meal justice. As she walked towards her friend’s front gate, Grace noticed someone else approaching it. Her heart skipped a beat as she took in his blonde hair and well-toned body. “ Oh for heaven’s sake Grace, knock it off! You have to stop seeing him around every corner! ” But as she reached the gate, her eyes widened as she realized it was in fact him.