Jolt

by Kris Bryant

  “Take control,” I say. She stops and looks at me, seeming confused. “Take control of me. Make. Me. Yours.” I say each word slowly, hoping she’ll understand me. She doesn’t move for a second or two and I think I’ve said the wrong thing when she’s suddenly between my legs again, her weight pressed into me, her hands pushing mine above my head. “Yes,” I say.

  That’s the last coherent thought I have for a solid minute. My senses are on overload as I taste her, smell her, feel her body touching mine. Her hands are on my wrists, and her upper body weight is pressing down on me. I’m completely helpless, but I’ve submitted to her already and I’m anxious for her to continue. She leaves me for a moment and I’m devastated. She takes off her clothes. She’s so beautiful and I want to reach out and touch her, but I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to move. Even if I could, I’d need a few seconds for the blood to reach my hands. She stands above me, by the side of the bed, and reaches down to pull off my bra. It’s a front clasp and she’s not too gentle about it. I bite my lip because she’s kind of rough and it’s hot. She reaches down and runs her thumb across my lip.

  “Save the biting for me, love.” Christ. Just her words can almost bring me to orgasm. She runs her fingers over my body, rubbing my breasts with both hands, pinching the nipples just hard enough to make me moan. Her hands move down my stomach until they reach my thong. She puts her hands inside the tiny strip of material on either side of my legs. I’m praying that she rips them off, but she does something completely new, and, for the first time, I’m second-guessing my command. She grabs my hips and flips me over. A move any wrestler would be proud of. Suddenly, I’m on my stomach and I’m not quite sure what’s going to happen next because her body isn’t on top of mine.

  “Do you trust me, Beth?” she asks. I look back at her and we stare at each other for a few moments. She’s poised and waiting for my answer. There’s so much to that question. I close my eyes. Of course I trust her. I’m trusting her with my body and my heart. Am I ready for this? I open my eyes.

  “Yes.” That one word means so much. She knows it and nods. I turn back around when we break eye contact. I feel her tongue on the back of my thighs and inhale sharply. I’m so sensitive that I find it hard to catch my breath. She spreads my legs apart as her tongue moves closer and closer to my pussy. The thong is rubbing on my clit and I’m trying very hard not to come. She must realize this because she stops and slides the thong down my legs. She licks my slit and I automatically lift my hips up to give her better access. My face is buried in the pillow to hide my gasps and moans of deep pleasure. She runs her hands over my ass and follows the path with her tongue.

  I try not to tense up, but I can’t help it. The feeling takes my breath away. I clutch the sheets, pulling them up as her tongue continues to torture me. I can’t even form a word. Her fingers find my wet pussy and slide inside. Now, I’m on my elbows grinding against her hand. She moves up to my shoulder and bites my neck as her fingers thrust in and out of me. I know I’m being loud, but I can’t help it. This is exactly what I meant when I told her to control me. I feel her body behind me pushing her hand inside me, and I spread myself even wider. My head is banging against the headboard and I have to hold my arm out in front of me against the wall to steady myself.

  “You’re mine,” she says. “Only mine.” Her mouth finds my neck again and starts sucking. Harder this time. I have no idea how she can touch me in so many different places at once, but I hope she never stops. My orgasm is building and I want to be greedy and keep this feeling forever. We have all night so I embrace it and let it crash over me. I’m so engulfed in this moment, I want to cry. I’m shaking, sweating, and overwhelmed by my release. I sink down, my body still riding tiny waves of aftershocks. She curls up behind me, her arm around me possessively. “Did I hurt you?” she asks. I raise myself up on wobbly elbows and turn to face her.

  “Are you kidding? That was incredible. I want to do it again.” I’m still out of breath. She smiles at me with her sexy, confident smile. I press into her and kiss her hard. She tastes like me and I moan at the familiarity. I’m still weak, so I fall back onto the pillow but bring her down with me. We’re still kissing and I move my hand between us. Her boy shorts are crumpled and soaking wet. I just want to dive into her. I yank on her underwear in an effort to get her to take them off, and she moans at the contact. My body is suddenly alert again.

  “Take these off,” I say. She quickly obliges. I can’t wait to touch her. I move my hand back down and slip inside her. I start with two fingers. She moans and bites my lip. She’s so wet so I add a third finger, and she breaks our kiss to moan again, loudly. She straddles me to give me full access. She’s so tight and I can feel her body gripping my fingers, sucking them in, pushing them out. I wind my other hand into her hair and pull her down to me. She moves her hips against my hand and kisses me, but I want more.

  “Come here.” I release her hair and pat the bed next to me. She carefully climbs off me. I miss her warmth right away. I seek her pussy out again, this time with my mouth and hands. I need to touch her, taste her, consume her again. I lick her clit, then slam my fingers into her over and over. She starts moving her legs back and forth. That’s the signal that she’s close to release. I want to stop and build her back up, but I’m so desperate to pleasure her that I don’t. I let her come hard, fast, and loud. She surprises me by coming twice. I’m giddy and sleepy. She’s quivering beside me, her arm over her face.

  “You’re wonderful,” I say. She uncovers her eyes and looks down at me.

  “That was incredible. I’ve missed you so much.” She hugs me with what little energy she has left, squeezing me closer to her. We lie there like that, neither of us speaking, until I hear her breathing even out and know she’s asleep.

  Chapter Thirty-one

  My phone rings at two thirty a.m. Immediately, I’m on high alert. I sit up in bed and grab it. It’s Ali.

  “Ali? Are you okay?” My heart is hammering.

  “I’m fine. Sorry I woke you. I was hoping you’d still be awake.” Her voice is gravelly and low, and I relax. I don’t want to tell her that I’ve been asleep for about two hours because then she’ll want to hang up.

  “It’s okay. I just went to bed.” I’m trying not to sound groggy. I know there’s a time difference between Phoenix and Chicago, but I can’t do the math right now. She’s been at the spa for three days, relaxing and enjoying much-needed pampering.

  “I couldn’t sleep because I kept thinking about you. Our weekend was perfect,” she says. Her voice is low and thick. Has she been drinking? I smile and don’t know why. Yes, our weekend was incredible, but I can tell she’s somewhat off. Maybe not totally drunk, but definitely tipsy. I wonder if she’ll remember this in the morning. I decide to play with her.

  “Oh yeah? Tell me what was perfect about it.” I can’t believe I’m saying this. I don’t know where my boldness is coming from.

  “The way you taste. Everywhere. Perfect.” I can hear her smile and my stomach flip-flops. God, she’s so good with words. “I wish I could wake up and have you here. Then I could wake you up…like I did…remember how I woke you up our first time?” Christ, do I remember. Best sex I ever had.

  “Oh, I remember,” I say. My voice is getting low, too. I lie back down on the bed now that I know everything’s fine and she just misses me. I want to tell her that she consumed me our first night. That she awakened my libido and did things to me I never expected to experience, but I can’t tell her yet. I’m far too reserved. I’m not very good at losing my inhibitions and being playful. Our relationship is just too fresh.

  “I can’t even tell you my favorite part,” she says. Her voice is slurred and it makes me smile. “Oh wait! Yes, I can.” She’s excited now. “When you weren’t wearing any panties. That night. Mmm! That was so sexy, Beth. No, wait. When we were on the floor and I was dressed and you weren’t and you were on my lap. Mmm. Yeah, that was my favorite.”

  At
this point, my whole body’s on fire. I’m completely tense because I can’t believe she’s talking so openly. She sounds so sexy and I’m transported back to our weekend.

  “What did you like? Did I do everything right?” she asks. “I mean, ’cause we can do whatever you want.”

  I’m not sure if she really wants me to answer or if she’s aware she’s even asked me questions.

  “Really, Beth. Was everything okay?” Okay, so she really does want an answer.

  “It was perfect. I couldn’t have asked for a better weekend.” It’s simple and easy and answers a lot of questions.

  “What was your favorite part? I want to know so I can do it again and again.”

  I decide to give her a little bit more. “My favorite part was every time you came up behind me and put your hands on my body, I knew exactly what was going to happen.”

  She’s quiet. “I don’t understand.” Now she really sounds confused. I blame my crappy two-thirty-in-the-morning explanation. Here goes nothing.

  “When your hand was high up on my stomach, I knew it was going to be fast and passionate,” I say. “When your hands were on my hips, I knew it was going to be slow. And I loved both ways.” I know she’s going to want to know which style I like more.

  “Really? I do that? Hmmm.” I can tell she’s thinking back and I don’t want her to think back further than me.

  “The first time you touched me was pretty incredible.”

  “You’re so soft.” She sighs. That’s not what I meant by her touching me, but I let it go.

  “So are you.”

  “And you’re so wet. How are you so wet?” And we’ve gone there again. “I mean, I’ve never been with anybody like you.” I’m torn between self-conscious, uncomfortable, proud, and pissed off that she’s comparing me to others during our conversation. I have nothing to say to that.

  “Ali, why don’t you go to sleep? It’s getting late and you need to rest.” I do my best to divert her attention from my embarrassingly wet pussy because I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not.

  “It’s just so incredible.” At least I think that’s what she says, but it comes out slurred. “We need to have more weekends together. Weeks. Months.” She’s getting louder.

  “We will. When you get done with your spa. Then we can see each other whenever we want.”

  “I want to see you now,” she says. I can’t help but smile. Thank God she’s a happy drunk.

  “It’s only for a bit longer. I promise.”

  “Do you like to be tied up?” That question comes out of nowhere. At first I’m not certain what she said. But judging from the way my body just exploded with heat, I’m pretty sure I heard correctly. I’m quiet because I’m not sure what to say. I never gave being tied up a single thought until that first night we were together and she forced my arms up above my head. That was hot. I’d definitely consider letting her.

  “Um, well, I’ve never done that before,” I say.

  “What? Really?”

  “No. Never.”

  “Then we should do it,” she says. I hear rustling around.

  “What are you doing?” I ask.

  “Getting naked,” she says, as if it’s normal. I’m stiff with a mixture of excitement and fear. Is she getting naked because she’s going to sleep that way or because something else is about to happen? She’s quiet for a bit and then I hear her moan ever so slightly. I know what she’s doing and she sounds so delicious. A part of me thinks I should give her privacy, but she obviously wants me to listen or else she’d get off the phone. I’m not sure how I should do this.

  “Do you want to tie me up or do you want me to tie you up?” I ask, trying my best at sounding sexy at 2:43 in the morning.

  “Mmm.”

  I have no idea what to say. “I think maybe you should tie me up because I loved it so much when you held my hands over my head. That was incredibly hot.” I can hear little moans and mews from her. She isn’t trying to hide the fact that she’s touching herself. “I wanted to touch you, but not being allowed to was an even bigger turn-on.” I cringe because I don’t know if this sounds sexy or not. I don’t know if this is what she wants. I guess it’s okay because I can hear her breathing deepen. “And when you bit me on the neck. I never knew that could feel so good.” I want to tell her that my body was on fire and my nipples were rock hard after the moment she bit me, but I’m nervous that it won’t sound sexy.

  “I can’t wait to see you again. I like it when you take control of me. I like giving myself to you.” My voice is shaky at my confession. I know that once it’s out there, I can’t take it back. She’s moaning so loud now, and I can picture her naked in bed, her hair spread on the pillow, her thighs spread out as she plays with her clit.

  “Oh, Beth. Yes, yes.” She’s half-moaning. I’m clutching my phone, straining to hear every sound on the other end.

  “You’re so close.” I don’t realize I’ve said it aloud until she responds.

  “Oh, God, I am,” she says, moments before coming. I’m in total awe of her. That was sensuous and beautiful and I’m afraid to breathe. Holy shit. I’m grinning and I want to groan, but I stay quiet because I’m still listening to her noises. She’s still moaning and I can picture her curled up in a ball, her body quivering with aftershocks.

  “Why don’t you try to sleep now?”

  “Okay. Thanks for staying up with me,” she whispers. I can tell she’s about ten seconds from sleep.

  “Good night, Ali.” I smile.

  Chapter Thirty-two

  I’m a bundle of nerves and I keep staring at the clock. Ali’s plane landed an hour ago and she’ll be here soon. Any minute the doorbell will ring and it’ll be the doorman announcing her arrival. I do a quick walk-through again, ensuring my place is spotless. Fresh flowers are in the living room, and I have sandalwood candles burning in the bedroom. When my intercom buzzes, I actually yelp. Ali will be here in my arms in just a few short minutes.

  I open the door to a very happy and smiling Ali.

  “Hi, there,” I say. She drops her bags and reaches for me. We hug until I come to my senses and pull her inside. “How was your flight?”

  “It was pretty quick,” she says. She kisses me soundly and I’m in heaven. “It’s so good to see you.” She kisses me again and I moan and lean into her, loving the fit of her long body against mine. She’s so warm and soft, and I’m flooded with delicious memories of just a short week ago.

  “It’s so good to see you, too. Come on in,” I say. I take her hand to lead her down the steps.

  “Wow. Look at your view,” she says. I have floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook downtown Chicago. The furniture on the lower level is arranged so I can look out at the city. “I love this layout.” The only room with four walls and a door is the bathroom. The rest of the condo is open space, including the bedroom. “How do you sleep with all this light?” she asks.

  I smile and reach for the remote on the coffee table. I punch in a code and a dark-chocolate screen lowers in front of the bedroom area, providing adequate darkness to sleep. It’s fashionable enough and gives me the privacy to entertain guests without them having access to my bed.

  “Perfect,” she says.

  “You’re probably tired, aren’t you?” I ask.

  “No, not really.” She shakes her head. “It was a direct flight and not that long.”

  “Let’s sit down and get caught up.” I point to the couch. “Tell me more about the spa. Did you have fun with your family?”

  “It was incredible. My body’s relaxed and recovered. I feel as good as new.”

  “Well, you look and feel fantastic.” I blush at my outburst. Ali smiles at me.

  “You’re so sweet,” she says softly, leaning over to kiss me. “And thank you.” We scoot closer to one another on the couch. Ali immediately takes my hand in hers. I smile at the gesture. I miss Ali. I miss the simple things that make me realize we’re a great couple.

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��I have a few things planned. We can do the normal touristy things like visit museums and the planetarium. I’m going to take you to eat incredible food, and we’ll go listen to live music just around the corner. There’s a great Irish pub and I can guarantee you’ll love it.” I know how much Ali loves live music. I’m sure she’ll want to jump on stage and join in.

  “It all sounds great. I’m pretty easy. Whatever you want to do.”

  “No, this weekend’s about what you want to do. You’re my guest,” I say.

  “There isn’t much left of tonight so how about we stay in, maybe order some food, and just relax,” Ali says. She lifts her eyebrow suggestively. I blush and laugh. She squeezes my hand again.

  “Are you interested in real Chicago-style pizza? I know where we can get a really tasty pie.” I cringe at my innuendo. “Pizza pie. That’s what they call it here.” I blush again. Ali bursts out laughing. “Or I can just make a few small pizzas.”

  “Why don’t I help you and we can just make our own? Do you have groceries?”

  I snort and cover it up with a cough. I’m pretty sure I bought everything within a five-mile radius. “I stocked up.”

  “I really love your place. It’s so…contemporary. Not what I expected.” Ali stretches her hands and runs her fingers along the smooth black-and-gray granite top of the kitchen island. I want those fingers on me again. I promised myself I wouldn’t jump Ali the minute she showed up. A part of me loves the wait, while the needy part wants to tear off Ali’s clothes and forget about the world for the next several hours. I decide to be sensible instead.

  “I love the kitchen. It’s my favorite place to be. I can escape from life and everything and just bake and cook and learn. It also keeps me from going stir-crazy,” I say. I’m leaning on the counter trying to look as relaxed as possible while my insides are shaking. Ali is here!