Separation Anxiety

by Lisa Suzanne

  “Just wait until I fuck you,” he grinned lasciviously.

  “I’m ready,” I whispered.

  “So am I. I’ve been ready for five long years, V.”

  He bent toward me for another one of those hot kisses, and then he stood up and removed his pants. Seeing him naked in front of me sent quivers to every corner of my body and lit my blood on fire. I stared at his erection made hard from me. I did that to him, just like he turned me on in ways that no other man ever had. And just like the time I’d accidentally caught him naked at his parents’ house, I drank in his perfect body that now belonged solely to me.

  He stalked slowly toward me, and then he was hovering over me. I waited with delicious anticipation for his body to unite with mine. His eyes met mine, and I could see the love and desire he had for me written there. I felt his erection rest for a moment against my entrance, and then he guided the head through my slickness just once. He leaned down to kiss me, and then he glided into me.

  My walls gripped him to me as he groaned at his entrance. I whispered his name as he held still inside of me. The final missing piece of the puzzle clicked into place as I felt us fit together with complete perfection. It was like my body had been made for his.

  He pulled back and propelled forward again, whispering to me as he sensually and tenderly made love to me. “You’re perfect,” he whispered, and then he drove into me again.

  I felt his love as he cherished me, his beautiful words washing over me and driving me closer to my second orgasm of the night.

  He somehow found that magical spot inside of me. Usually it took every star to align just the right way in the sky and a little bit of witchcraft for me to climax, but Jesse instinctively knew how to take care of my needs.

  His thrusts remained slow and gentle the entire time, and just as I felt everything inside of me clench in preparation for my second shattering orgasm, he grunted and yelled out my name as he detonated fiercely inside of me, causing me to convulse around him, tightening and squeezing him. I stared at his gorgeous face as he fell apart above me. He was beautiful as his face contorted in pleasure, and something about the sight of him falling apart over me would be burned into my memory for the rest of my life.

  He collapsed on top of me, his face buried in my chest, both of us panting from the exertion as he slipped out of me.

  “Fuck, V,” he whispered.

  “Ditto,” I whispered back, clutching him close to my chest.

  He kissed the valley between my breasts and then he stood up. I shivered in his absence. He walked out of the bedroom and returned a moment later, carrying both of our glasses and the bottle he’d set down when we first came back from dinner.

  He handed my glass to me and set down his glass and the bottle on the nightstand. He disappeared into the closet for a few seconds and returned carrying two bathrobes. He handed one to me, and I reluctantly moved from my spot on the bed to slip into the robe as he put on his, too. He lit the fireplace at the foot of our bed while I took a moment to freshen up in the bathroom, and then we settled back on the bed together with our wine.

  “To the best sex of my life,” he said, holding his glass up in a toast.

  I touched my glass to his as I melted at his words. His reputation preceded him, but I had to agree with his sentiment. Something about our bodies together was just natural. “By far, the best sex of my life,” I smiled, and then I took a sip while he grinned at me, melting the panties I wasn’t wearing right off of me.

  “So, Ms. Freemont, what would you like to do for the rest of the night?” he asked.

  “That again,” I said, a sheepish grin spreading across my face.

  “I’m in. Give me about ten minutes and I’ll be ready to go.”

  “Really?” I asked, surprised at his recharge speed.

  He allowed his eyes to wander up and down my robe clad body, and then he slowly nodded. “Really,” he confirmed, his dark eyes glinting. He tossed open his robe and glanced down before covering up. “I’m already hard for you again.”

  My face warmed as the predictable blush spread across my cheeks and down my neck.

  “But this time, I’m not going slow.”

  “I don’t want you to,” I whispered, the carnal promise driving my lust for him into another dimension of wild and crazy.

  “This time,” he said, leaning toward me, his voice a low and sexy promise, “I’m going to take you fast and hard. I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name. I’m going to slam into you until you can’t take any more of my dick.”

  I took a sip of my wine, trying to maintain my cool at his hot words. I was met with little success as my wineglass trembled in my hand.

  He stood up and walked over to my side of the bed. He took my free hand, the glass still in my other hand, and then he led me over to the loveseat in the bedroom of our suite that overlooked the valley of wineries below us. I sat on the loveseat and he settled in next to me, tossing an arm around my shoulders loosely. I leaned into him, enjoying the wine and the view and the hot, hard man beside me.

  He pressed his lips to my temple, and that may have been the single most romantic moment of my life. He’d just finished making love to me, and I felt different. I felt like our relationship had changed; we’d been friends first, and then we fell in love while we lived together, and now we were lovers. With the fireplace lit beside us and the gorgeous view in front of us and our wineglasses filled with a crisp and sweet sparkling wine, I couldn’t think of anything else that would make “our night” together any more perfect.

  And then he set his glass down on the table and proved me wrong.

  He knelt between my legs and shoved each of my knees to the sides, giving himself an opening. He looked up at my eyes, his handsome face shadowed and dangerous and animalistic. He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the inside of my thigh, and I whimpered beneath him. I set my glass down before I snapped the stem of it off in my hand, and my hand found his hair as he trailed kisses closer and closer to my opening.

  He swiped his tongue once through me, and I jerked on the couch. My body was still sensitive after my two orgasms, and he was well on his way to delivering me my third of the night.

  And then he really went to work. His tongue was rough against my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure. He sucked softly on me, and then his tongue entered me. I grabbed his head and held him against me as he fucked me with his tongue. He brought his fingers up to join in on the action, and suddenly I needed to taste him in my mouth, too.

  I let go of his head and pushed him back. He rested back on his knees, and I stood, pulling him up with me. I pushed his shoulders back, and he landed on the couch. I knelt between his legs and pulled his long and thick erection into my mouth. He thrust up into me, and I took him as far back into my throat as I could. “Fuck,” he muttered, grabbing onto my hair as I bobbed up and down over him, licking and sucking on him as if I needed him in my mouth to survive.

  “Jesus,” he cursed, and then he grabbed me under my arms and hauled me up on top of him. “You’re going to make me come, and I’ve got plans for your mouth later. Right now I want to come when I’m buried fucking balls deep in that tight pussy.”

  It took every bit of control I had not to convulse just at his naughty words.

  He pulled me down over his waiting erection and impaled me. We were both still in our robes, but it didn’t matter. His hands were on my ass as he moved me up and down his length. My robe came undone, and my breasts bounced around in front of him. He buried his face in my chest as he drove up into me, and this was the hard and fast fucking he had been referring to. It was every bit as good as the soft and sensual love he’d just delivered, but in a completely different way.

  This was the Jesse I had imagined when I thought about what he must have been like in bed. He knew what he was doing when it came to the bedroom, and I had a strong inclination that I was the first woman he’d ever made love to as slowly and sensually as he just h
ad. I loved every second of both options, and all I could think about as he thrust up into me was how much I loved him and how much time we had wasted by not being together.

  He pulled me off of him and threw me down aggressively on the couch, facedown. He reared up behind me and thrust back into me, his fingers reaching around for my clit as he drove in and out from behind.

  He had told me that he was going to make me scream his name while he fucked me, and he succeeded.

  Both of his hands moved to my shoulders so he could get a better grasp on me as he stood on the floor and drove in and out of me. My loud moans turned feral and carnal, a scream of pleasure escaping me as he thrust up fast and hard. His groans and grunts matched mine, and then all of the sudden my body splintered into another shattering climax. “Fuck!” he yelled, drawing out the word as he exploded into me, gripping my shoulders hard as his fingertips dug into my skin.

  If we were panting after the first time when we made love, this time both of our chests were heaving as we fought to catch our breath after that. I turned around the moment he shifted out of me, and he lay down beside me on the couch, pulling me into his arms and planting soft kisses all over my face.

  I was completely drained after what he just did to me but entirely and totally sated.

  He held me in his arms and we both fell asleep on the couch with smiles on our faces and tingles racing through our veins at how perfect “our night” turned out to be.

  CHAPTER 18

  The next morning, we showered together. I was stiff from the fucking, and his threat had been absolutely spot on; I was having a hard time walking, but all I wanted was for him to be buried back inside of me.

  We’d shared a lot of intimacy over the past several months, but nothing compared to the feeling of his body sliding into mine, to the tender affection we shared when he was making love to me.

  He washed every square inch of my body, massaging the soap with loving fingers into my shoulders and my back. He washed my hair for me and rinsed it, and I couldn’t remember a time when I’d felt more cared for or loved in my entire life. I returned the favor, and then we got ready together and headed out for another day of winery tours.

  We’d already been through two tours, and we found ourselves on our third tour of the day. We were both a little tipsy, warm from the wine and the sunshine, and we were wandering through the vineyards on our tour when Jesse held my hand back for a moment. I turned into him with a smile and pressed a kiss to his lips, and when I pulled back, he gave me an intensely erotic look.

  I glanced around us and realized that in our quick private moment, we’d lost our tour group.

  “Uh oh,” Jesse said, looking around with mock disappointment. “Where did our group go?”

  I shrugged with a wicked smile, because his intentions were very clear.

  He pulled my hand hard so I landed against him, and his mouth collided aggressively with mine. I suddenly didn’t care that we were in public. We were in a vineyard with grapes growing all around us. We were enough rows away from the path that we could easily hide and not get caught, and all I could think about was Jesse inside of me.

  He pulled his lips from mine and we walked a few rows over, off the tour path where we’d have the privacy we needed for what was sure to be a quick fuck.

  He quickly unbuckled his belt and lowered his jeans just a bit, and then he sat on the ground and motioned for me to join him. I was, thankfully, wearing a skirt, and I sat on top of him. He moved my panties aside with his finger and then guided himself into me. I threw my arms around his neck, trying to be quiet in case there was another tour group coming through.

  “Oh my God,” I moaned. “You feel so good, Jesse.”

  “I don’t know how we went so long without this,” he said, thrusting hard up into me. I buried my face in his neck and thought about his words as he made love to me in a vineyard. I didn’t know how we went so long without it, either, because now, even after only one night together, it was as natural as breathing.

  He grunted softly as he pushed up, and I was trying somewhat unsuccessfully to be quiet as I took him as deeply as he could go. He shifted us so I was on my back. He drove into me, and the exhibitionism of it all got to me fast. It wasn’t long before we simultaneously found our climaxes, and his mouth covered mine as I nearly screamed out in pleasure.

  He chuckled as he leaned his forehead to mine once both of our bodies stopped shuddering. “Good?” he asked.

  “More,” I murmured incoherently in response.

  He grinned. “Later.”

  He stood up, unruffled as always, and fastened his jeans. I lay back for a moment to try to regain my composure. He reached his hand down to help me up, and I took it, smoothing out my skirt as I stood. He yanked my hand so I fell against him again, and even after the raunchy sex we just had in the middle of a vineyard, he still managed to set the flutters afire in my belly with just one smoldering look. It was times like those when his eyes met mine and the flutters started battling against my insides that I felt that wave of love for him roll through me.

  I don’t know how I ever lived without Jesse in my life.

  We caught back up to our tour group, and it didn’t appear that anyone had noticed we’d been gone for a few hot and sexy minutes. The guide was talking about the fermentation process when we rejoined the group, and it was a lot of the same information we had already heard at the other wineries. The best part came at the end of the tour when we got to sample the wine.

  I heard Jesse unsuccessfully stifle a laugh behind me, covering it with a cough, and then he pulled something out of my hair. I turned around to shush him as he held up a twig. I started giggling uncontrollably, trying to be mature and quiet while the tour guide was talking, but it just wasn’t happening.

  I couldn’t stop quaking with laughter, so Jesse pulled me back outside, where he burst into laughter as well. We were so close to not being caught… and then there was the random grape branch left in my hair from rolling around in the vineyard.

  I wiped tears from my eyes and Jesse grabbed my hand, placing the twig into my palm. “A souvenir,” he said with a grin.

  I would keep that twig for the rest of my life.

  The rest of our time in Napa passed in much the same way. We were like two people on our honeymoon, spending as much naked time together as we could manage while enjoying the sights of wine country and the food and beverages the area had to offer. We found quiet corners where Jesse would kiss me or shadowed doorways where we found a moment to grope one another. There may have even been a bathroom or two we ducked into to fool around in.

  We drove through California slowly. We stayed with some of Jesse’s friends, and he always introduced me as his girlfriend. We spent a night in Malibu and enjoyed the beach; we spent a couple of nights in Los Angeles and hit all of the tourist spots. He even took me to Six Flags Magic Mountain, and the thrill of riding roller coasters while holding his hand had nothing on the thrill of sprawling naked underneath Jesse Drake when we got back to our hotel room.

  We ended up back in Santa Monica at his parents’ house for the last week of June. They welcomed me back with open arms, as loving and friendly as they had been the last time.

  But this time, when we went back home after our time off the grid together, there wouldn’t be some scandal waiting for us. Now that I wasn’t married anymore, nothing was going to keep us apart.

  Plenty of couples who worked together were able to maintain professionalism at work. One of our science teachers was married to one of our math teachers, and no one ever accused them of fucking on the office copiers. The district had issued a public apology shortly after summer break began, and that was good enough for me. I knew that when August came and a new school year started, everyone would forget the scandals the previous year held anyway.

  Jesse and I sat on the back patio of the Drake’s house after his parents had gone to bed for the night, our fingers twined as we relaxed in our comfortable Adiron
dack chairs.

  “Want to take a walk?” Jesse asked me. I nodded, and he took my hand and led me down the stairs. He paused and sat on the bottom step just like last time, taking off his shoes and leaving them on the stairs. I mirrored him, taking off my sandals and setting them on the step. He was wearing shorts, but I had jeans on. He patted his knee and I put my foot on it, and just like last time, he rolled the leg of my pants up for me.

  I switched legs, and he rolled that pant leg up as well. He took my foot in his hand and kissed the top of it, and just like last time, I inexplicably fell a little harder for him.

  “I love this foot,” he said softly, his voice raspy. He set my foot down and ran his hands up my calf. “I love the leg it’s attached to,” he said, his hands reaching my hips. “And most of all, I love the woman who walks on these gorgeous legs.” I leaned down to kiss him softly on the lips, and he took the kiss over, pulling my head toward him and opening his mouth to mine. Somehow I ended up spread across his legs, and he pulled back, kissing me twice at the end. He left me breathless, just as always, and the flutters fired up again. I never knew that it could be like this, that I could still feel the flutters in my belly for a man even after we’d grown used to being together. I always thought that the newness of a relationship was what caused that, but I was discovering that it was attraction that initially caused it, and it was true love that made it last.

  I stood up from his lap so we could go for our walk, momentarily dazed by his kiss. I started down the beach, and when I turned around to see if Jesse was following behind me, I saw that he was still sitting on the steps. I walked back toward him, and he took both of my hands in his.

  “I’ve learned the hard way that life is too short to waste time. V, I don’t want to waste any more time. I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you because I will never love another woman the way I love you. No other woman will ever make me feel like you make me feel. I want to be your husband. I want to have children with you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”