by Harmon, AJ
“I am going to take you to the only revolving restaurant in Manhattan,” Matt spoke matter-of-factly. “I haven’t been there, but I heard the views are quite worth it.” He smiled at Janie and in that moment she didn’t really care if he was playing a game with her or not. She was going to make the most of her time in New York and she hoped some of it would be spent with the man sitting next to her.
“Well it sounds exciting,” she gushed. “I have never been to a revolving restaurant before.”
“What about Seattle? The Space Needle? That’s just a quick drive from Portland,” he asked.
“No, I’ve only been to Seattle once and that was for a Seahawks game. The boys…” she stopped suddenly.
“The boys?” Matt questioned, his eyebrows shooting up.
“The boys…lost. The team? They lost.” Janie attempted to recover. She didn’t want to talk about the boys. Beth’s voice was screaming in her head ‘He HATES kids!’ No, she wouldn’t say anything about the boys.
“That’s too bad,” replied Matt. “About the team and the restaurant.”
Janie looked at Matt, a question forming, her expression showing deep thought.
“Everything ok?” Matt asked.
“Well, I thought it was raining,” she said, chewing on the inside of her cheek.
“Why?”
“Your hair. It’s damp.”
Matt grinned. “I apologize. I was running a bit late. My workout went long; lots of tension to work out.” Matt looked at Janie, more like eyed her like a lion about to pounce on his prey.
“Oh,” said Janie.
*****
Dinner was indeed fabulous. The views were stunning. The food was divine, the company entertaining and lovely to look at. Most of the conversation was about Matt’s business; how he got his start and how he had continued to make money during a recession. They talked about his family and his six brothers and the trouble they got into as kids. Janie laughed at his stories and, having met his parents, could understand how he had enjoyed such a happy childhood.
They had been at the restaurant for hours, and Matt glanced at his watch and then back to Janie. “I should get you home.” He finished the last few drops of wine from his glass and stood, stepped toward Janie and offered his hand.
Once again, his touch sent shivers through her body. Still holding her hand, Matt took his other hand and tilted her chin up so he could look into her eyes. “You are beautiful Janie,” he whispered and placed a chaste kiss on her lips. And just like that it was over and he started walking away still clutching her hand, making their way to the elevator.
They stood on the sidewalk for just a minute or two before Ray pulled the sleek car in front of them. Matt opened the door and Janie slid in and Matt started climbing in after her. Surprised, Janie slid over but the fabric of her dress didn’t glide over the leather and she was having difficulty getting to the other side of the seat. Matt slammed the door shut and Ray pulled back into the traffic.
Janie tried to slide over, but Matt was now sitting on the edge of her dress and she was stuck in the middle of the seat, unable to move. She didn’t know what to do. Do I ask him to move? Do I just tug on my dress till I’m free? So instead, Janie just sat there feeling ridiculous, heat rising up her neck to her cheeks.
Matt took her right hand in his left and caressed the back of it with his thumb. “You smell heavenly,” he whispered.
Janie couldn’t look up at him. His thumb continued to move back and forth over her knuckles. Her breath hitched in her throat and she couldn’t move. Slowly, he lifted her hand to his lips and gently kissed it. And then he kissed each fingertip, ending with her thumb. He took it in his mouth and sucked ever so slightly and Janie was immediately on fire. Her nipples hardened and pushed against her lace bra. She was tingling in the pit of her stomach and she felt her body reacting. Her mouth was open and she found it difficult to breathe.
“Mmmm, you taste heavenly too,” he murmured as he withdrew her thumb and rested her hand on his knee.
Ray pulled up in front of the hotel and a doorman stepped towards the car. Janie didn’t know whether she was angry the drive was over or relieved the torture had come to an end. No, it wasn’t really torture. Not torture at all.
Matt climbed out of the car, never letting go of her hand, almost pulling her out with him. They walked through the lobby to the bank of elevators and waited, silently. Once inside, Matt pushed the button, never once looking at Janie, or speaking a word. They walked down the hall to her room and he only relinquished her hand because she had to find her room key. He took it from her, unlocked the door, opened it and ushered her inside, closing it behind him. He reached for her hand and pulled it back to his mouth, gently kissing her palm.
Janie inhaled sharply and placed her clutch on the table, and then boldly took a step so that she was mere inches from him. She looked up into his eyes and searched for something, a hint of what he wanted, what he was thinking. He looked back at her, his eyes half closed, his tongue licked his lips.
“I want you, Janie,” he breathed. “May I have you?”
Janie’s eyes flew open and her surprise was written all over her face.
“Me? You want me?” she whispered.
Matt lowered his head and answered with his mouth, his tongue. He pulled her to him, ran his fingers through her hair, the other hand dropping to her behind, pushing her against his erection that now pressed hard against her body. He devoured her mouth and she responded willingly. He nipped at her tongue with his teeth and her hands traveled up his back and held him tightly. The kiss went on and on and eventually he pulled back, needing to catch his breath.
“Do you want me to go?” breathed Matt.
Janie shook her head.
“You’re sure?”
Janie nodded.
“Thank God!” And Matt drew her back to him and kissed her again.
Janie wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself up to his kiss. Her mouth accepted his tongue and offered hers in return. Matt’s hand slid down to her behind, and once again, pressed her to him, his erection hard and pulsing into her hips. She moaned into his mouth and he stepped backwards, leaning against the door. He spread his legs wide and pulled her between them, his erection now pressed to her mound. Janie immediately responded to the pressure and she moved against him, her heart racing and breathing becoming ragged.
Matt’s hands brushed up her sides to her breasts. His thumbs circled her nipples and they hardened at his touch. He reached around to her back and slowly undid the zipper of her dress and moved his hands inside, feeling her warmth. He caressed her silky skin and ran his fingertips down the indentation of her spine. Janie shivered and pulled back from his kiss. His fingers found her dress at her neck and he gently, slowly, pulled it down her shoulders, exposing her black lace bra. Janie, never looking away, pulled her arms out of the sleeves and Matt let go. The dress fell to the floor in a pool around her feet.
Matt pulled her back into his embrace and kissed her again, this time letting her feel the lust that was controlling him. He pushed his hands all over her back and down into her panties to feel her warm cheeks. His fingers kneaded and pulled her hips into his, as he pushed into her harder.
Janie ran her hands through his hair, and brazenly rubbed herself along his long, hard penis. Matt gasped and stood up straight, pulling his mouth from hers. Stunned at his retreat, Janie stepped backwards and started to trip on the dress caught in her shoes. Matt grabbed her shoulders and steadied her, then turned to the lamp on the desk and switched it on. A soft glow fell over the room and Matt drank in the sight of her, standing in front of him in only her bra and panties, the black heels still on her feet. Her lips were red and swollen and her eyes half-closed. Matt couldn’t look away, she was so beautiful.
He walked her backwards to the bed and sat her down then forced himself to let go of her soft skin. He took off his jacket and threw it on the desk chair. Then he loosened his tie, pulled it
over his head and it landed on top of his jacket. He lowered himself to one knee, never breaking eye contact, as Janie lowered her eyes to watch him. He untied one shoe lace and removed his shoe and his sock, then changed knees and untied the other shoe lace and removed that shoe and sock. He laid his hands on Janie’s knees and slid them up her legs. His thumbs brushed the inside of her thighs and he could feel her tremble. He moved his hands just an inch higher and his thumbs grazed her panties. They were wet and Matt almost came undone at the discovery.
Janie reached for the buttons on Matt’s pink shirt. She started with the very top button and moved down, undoing one after the other. She couldn’t believe she was being so bold, and when she came to the last exposed button, she pulled at his shirt to release it from his trousers and pushed it open to expose his chest. She lowered her eyes to find what she had revealed. Oh my! Defined muscles over smooth skin with a smattering of dark hair stood before her. She closed her eyes briefly trying to regain her courage, and she opened her eyes and looked at Matt. He was watching her, studying her, and when he smiled she all but came right there.
He placed his hands on either side of her face and gently pulled her to him, his lips parting as he kissed her again. Janie placed her hands on him, feeling the hardness of his chest. She felt his breath catch and it blew her mind that she had an effect on him. That knowledge gave her confidence, and she lowered her hands to his belt and unbuckled it slowly. As her hands were moving, she could feel the tip of his penis and it excited her more. Matt pulled away and grabbed her wrists. His mouth was pursed and his eyes flew open.
“Mother of God! What are you trying to do to me?” Matt’s teeth were gritted and Janie was frightened by his tone. When Matt saw her expression, he let go of her wrists and pulled her into his arms. “I didn’t mean to scare you, sweet Janie. But I’m going to explode if I don’t fuck you soon. I am unraveling right before your eyes.” Matt chuckled and Janie relaxed in his embrace.
“I thought I had done something wrong,” she whispered, embarrassed.
Matt pushed her away and ran his finger down her cheek. “You’re driving me crazy,” he grinned. “Good crazy.”
A faint smile appeared at the corners of Janie’s mouth and she exhaled slowly and her eyelids fluttered as she spoke. “I feel the same way.”
Matt stood and peeled off his shirt, throwing it behind him and pulled the belt through its loops and deposited it on the growing pile on the chair. Then he undid the button. Janie’s eyes watched his hands as he slowly unzipped his pants. Matt pulled out one leg and then the other and placed them on his belt. He stood in front of her in just his black boxer briefs, a giant bulge in front of her eyes.
Janie kicked off her shoes and stood in front of him, their bodies barely touching. It’s now or never, she thought and reached around behind her and unhooked her bra. Matt slipped the straps down her shoulders and pulled the lace away from her body. His mouth formed and O and he leaned in and placed one single kiss at the base of her throat.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed against her skin.
The sensation sent a tingle all the way down to her toes and she closed her eyes and lifted her chin, giving him all the access he wanted. Matt moved down her breast bone and kissed the top of her breasts, the soft mounds that had been exposed on Sunday night that had driven him wild wondering how the dewy skin would feel on his tongue. He licked and kissed and only when he had satisfied himself did he move down to her perfect nipples. They were hard as he took one, and then the other, into his mouth and sucked gently, rolling his tongue over them again and again. Janie shoved her fingers through his hair and held on as the excitement built inside her.
Matt moved lower, kissing her as he went. He knelt on one knee and grabbed her hips in his hands, her hands still in his hair. Janie stopped breathing, her eyes wide as she watched him pull down her lace panties. She lifted one foot and then the other and kicked them aside. Matt leaned in to her curly dark hair. He kissed her softly and she gasped, pleasure sweeping through her body.
Matt kissed her again, and again Janie gasped. He pulled her down so she was once again sitting on the end of the bed. With a graveled voice, he told her to lie back, and she did, her eyes now squeezed shut. He kissed her again and her body was strung tight like a bow. Matt pushed her legs apart and caressed her inner thighs with his thumbs and then she felt his tongue. It was circling her clitoris, going around and around and Janie grabbed the blanket on the bed and cried out as her body went rigid and her orgasm ripped through her. “Holy shit!”
Matt rolled back on his ankle and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He stood up and leaned over Janie’s now limp body and kissed her belly button, her nipples, and finally her lips. “My turn,” he whispered in her ear, and turned and grabbed a condom from his jacket pocket.
Towering over her, Janie was left speechless as he ripped off his briefs and exposed his giant manhood. She had not seen anything quite that impressive. He ripped the foil wrapper open and pulled out the rubber, guiding it over his penis and down the length of him. Janie unconsciously pushed her way up the bed till her head was resting on the pillow and Matt climbed over her, one knee at a time. He leaned over and kissed her hard on the lips and then nipped her chin with his teeth. His mouth moved down her throat and found her nipples once more. As he licked and sucked on one, his hand was pulling and teasing the other, and then he switched. Janie didn’t think she could stand any more pleasure. Her hips started lifting, trying to find relief in his touch.
Matt grinned a wicked smile and pushed her legs apart with his knee. Janie lifter her knees and planted her feet next to his legs and bucked once more.
“I gotcha, sweet Janie,” and Matt pushed into her, slowly and steadily, sliding in hard and deep. Janie moaned with pleasure and Matt pulled out. As his eyes stared into hers, he pushed back in, harder this time and watched her breath catch. “Feels good?”
“Mmmm, yes!” Janie wrapped her arms around him and grabbed hold of his hips.
Matt pulled out again and then thrust hard into her, over and over again. The tension was building inside Janie, quicker this time and each thrust sent her closer and closer until……….
Matt threw his head back, his arms went stiff and his eyes closed and Janie could feel his orgasm start and that tipped her over the edge and she fell gloriously down, and down as her second orgasm racked her body.
Matt fell on top of her, his head buried in her hair, his breathing short and shallow. After he had caught his breath, he leaned up on his elbows and gazed into her eyes.
“I have never felt a woman come like that.”
Janie lowered her eyelids, her cheeks blushing.
“Open your eyes Janie. Look at me. Don’t be embarrassed. That was amazing. You are amazing.”
*****
They had made love again, and Janie was lying with her head on Matt’s chest, still feeling the after-effects of her orgasm. Never in one night had she experienced three orgasms. Her body was limp, flaccid, refusing to move. Matt was playing with her hair, winding it around his fingers, his other hand caressing her arm draped across his chest.
“Janie?”
“Hmm?”
“Thank you,” he whispered.
A smile spread across her face and she desperately wanted to capture this perfect moment in her memory. She wasn’t thinking about anything else, just purely enjoying the moment. She was utterly and completely physically spent, but satisfied like she had not experienced before. Matt was skilled beyond words in the art of making love and she knew that this night would be the number one highlight of her trip to New York. If she never had sex again, she would know that the last time had been entirely perfect.
“Penny for your thoughts?” asked Matt.
“I was just thinking how perfect that was.” Janie was astounded by her honest response.
“Mmm. That it was,” he agreed.
Matt started to sit up, and Janie began to pull away.
“Don’t move!” he grumbled. “I want you exactly where you are.” He grabbed the corner of the blanket and pulled it over their entwined bodies. He kissed the top of her head and settled back, pulling her closer.
Janie closed her eyes and could hear his soft, even breathing. It was hypnotic and slowly Janie drifted off into a deep relaxed sleep.
*****
She was in a room. It was dark, only a faint light in the corner. There were no windows but two wooden doors, on opposite sides, closed. They looked exactly the same. The walls were bare, white, and Janie could see her faint shadow. She was dressed in the blue gown she had worn to the charity fundraiser, her feet were bare. There was a knock at the door and Janie turned to the sound. There was another knock, coming from the opposite door. She turned again. She walked to the door, but there was no door knob. She crossed the room to the other door and opened it, but it was just pitch black and a frigid wind blew across her. She shut it and leaned her forehead against it, goose bumps all over her skin. Janie. She swung around to see who had called her name and there stood Robert, reaching his hand out to her.
Janie’s eyes flew open. Her heart was pounding hard against her ribs. She was sweating and her breathing rapid. Where am I? Her eyes acclimated to the darkness around her and she realized it had just been a dream. She was lying in bed, Matt behind her, his arm resting on her hip. She could feel his legs behind hers and she heard his steady rhythmic breathing. Removing his hand from her carefully, so as to not wake him, Janie slid from the bed and tiptoed into the bathroom and silently closed the door. Pulling a wash cloth from the marble counter, she dampened it and wiped her face. Taking some deep breaths, Janie’s heart slowed to a normal rhythm. Switching on the light, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her eye make-up was smudged, her lips looked like they had been thoroughly kissed, and her hair was wild. It looked like she’d just had sex. She closed her eyes and relived Matt fucking her, his mouth on hers, his tongue darting in and out in concert with each sensational thrust. The first time they had made love, it had been passionate, and the second time had been raw, lustful, carnal. Janie had not experienced that kind of wild abandon before.