As they kissed, she guided him toward the couch. When he bumped into it, he fell backwards onto it in surprise. Beka didn’t even give him time to get up.
Immediately, she joined him on the couch, placing one knee on either side of his legs so that she knelt on the couch, straddling him, and wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed him. He certainly did not seem to mind, as he reacted by thrusting his tongue between her lips. She wondered if he could feel how she smiled as he explored her mouth with his tongue.
In her gut she knew he was rebounding. His wife had left him and he was looking for someone to make him feel special again. He certainly did not love her the way she loved him, and even if he did, it would be messy and complicated and it could never actually work. She pushed those thoughts aside. She wanted him, and quite frankly she had waited long enough. Tonight he was hers.
In college Beka had always been shy about asking for what she wanted. Tonight, she decided just to take it. As they kissed, she reached down and began pulling off his shirt. To her delight, he immediately began to help. Once his shirt was off, she began exploring the strong muscles of his chest and back with her fingers. It felt so good to finally be touching him.
His hand slipped under her shirt and found the clasp of her bra. He immediately unhooked it and then slid his hands around her body to her breasts. Beka broke off their kiss just long enough to take her shirt off to give him easier access. His touch was soft, his fingers brushing ever so lightly over her breasts. The delicate caress lit every nerve in her body on fire.
He broke off their kiss and replaced his fingers with his lips. She found herself moaning softly as he began to lick and tease her right nipple. Just when she thought she could take no more, he switched to the left. She found herself grinding her hips against his, trying to feel more. Frustratingly, both her jeans and his were in the way. Someone needed to fix that.
Beka carefully slid off of Clarke’s lap and onto the floor. She was pleased to see he looked confused. Good. It was time to get him a bit off balance. Kneeling in front of him on the floor, she began to unzip his jeans. His eyes grew dark with arousal as he realized what she was doing.
He lifted his hips to help her as she slid off first his jeans, then his boxers. His penis was already hardening, just as she could feel herself already growing quite damp. She began to slowly lick him from base to tip and then back down again. As her tongue moved across the shaft, she could feel the blood rushing toward her, making him hard. She loved being able to affect him just as much as he had always been able to affect her.
When she thought he was ready, she took him fully in her mouth. When her lips closed around him, she was gratified to hear him moan. She glanced up and met his eyes. They were wild, and she could tell he was close. With his cock still in her mouth, she smiled at him. For some reason that did it. He suddenly came, and as he did, Beka swallowed his seed. It was something she had never thought she would do for any man, but with him, everything just felt so natural. It felt right.
As he lay there on the couch, recovering from his orgasm, Beka stood and removed her own jeans and her panties.
“Your turn,” she told him, grinning mischievously as she sat down beside him on the couch. He turned his head toward her, and the determined look in his eye made her shiver with excitement. She remembered with some satisfaction that something Clarke always believed strongly in was reciprocity. If she helped him with a bulletin board, he would find a way to help her with hers. If she gave him a book, he would give her one. Now she had given him a damn good blow job…
“Lie back,” he ordered her, his voice husky. Without question, she obeyed. He turned so that he could look down on her. Gently but firmly, he pushed her knees apart. It felt strange to her to lie there so open and exposed before him, but she did not close her legs. Beka trusted Clarke completely. The sight of his face through her spread legs was the most erotic thing Beka had ever experienced. He looked her straight in the eye for a moment before leaning down to begin kissing his way down the inside of her thighs. She felt herself becoming wetter and wetter the closer he got to his destination. Then, finally, gloriously, he kissed her lower lips.
No one had ever kissed her there before. She found herself pushing her hips toward his mouth, begging for more. He used his hands to hold her steady as he began to expertly manipulate her clit with his tongue. She began to writhe under his skillful ministrations, but he held her fast, pushing her slowly and surely ever closer to an orgasm of her own.
When she was nearly there, he slipped a finger inside of her narrow passage. He paused for a moment and then gently began feeling around inside of her until he found her g-spot. His mouth tantalizing her clit and his finger teasing her g-spot were too much for Beka. She felt everything shatter as her own orgasm crashed into her. As the waves of pleasure coursed through her, Clarke shifted position. He covered his body with hers, and in one swift thrust, he was inside of her.
Clarke was relatively average sized; however, Beka had not had sex in a very long time. To her he felt huge. She gasped as he filled her and stretched her. Instinctively she bit his shoulder. For a second she froze, wondering how he would react, but to her surprise it seemed to arouse him even further and he began thrusting in and out of her body.
She wrapped her legs around his body, pushing him deeper and deeper. Slowly his rhythm increased as he came closer and closer to a second orgasm. She was amazed by his stamina. Soon she could feel him moving in and out of her more franticly as he neared his climax. Finally with a loud groan, he got there again, releasing his seed deep into her womb.
Spent, he collapsed on top of her. She found the weight of his body comforting. He was clearly exhausted. Nevertheless, Clarke was Clarke. He took a moment to rest before reaching down to begin stimulating her clit once more.
“It’s ok,” she murmured. “I know you’re tired.”
“I’m not that tired,” he assured her drowsily.
“It’s all right,” she disagreed. “Get some rest. You –.” He cut her off, stopping her mouth with a kiss. He kept it busy, so she could not disagree with him anymore as he began using his fingers to bring her the rest of the way. He knew what he was doing. He played her like an instrument and every note was perfectly in tune. Soon she found herself nearing the edge again, and then he pushed her over the brink. She clung to him as everything else faded away. For a moment she felt like the whole world was gone, and all that was left were the two of them, their bodies entwined.
Chapter 7
A few hours later, Clarke woke up with Beka still lying in his arms. Her head was resting gently on his chest, and she was fast asleep. As he lay there on the couch still holding her in his arms, he realized that he needed to reevaluate a few things.
First off, sex with Beka was nothing like he had expected. She amazed him with her passion and assertiveness. He realized now that he had assumed she would be much more passive because that was her personality in college. Clearly, she was not that girl anymore. She was a grown woman who was unafraid to express what she wanted and make sure she got it. He sort of loved that about her.
It was also beginning to occur to Clarke that he was stupid to think she could be just a casual hookup. He liked waking up with Beka in his arms, he loved talking with her, and he could not even begin to describe how he felt about the sex. He could not get the image of her sucking him off out of his head. The way he could tell she was smiling as her eyes met his when she knelt before him with his cock in her mouth – it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.
Sexy. That was not a word he had ever used to describe Beka before. She was always just… Beka. She was clever and interesting and a great friend, but he had never ever looked at her as a woman before. Now all he wanted to do was wake her up and have sex with her again. Or maybe just wake her up to talk.
Holy shit. He was falling in love with Beka. How on earth had that happened? What was he going to do? They could never make it work. He needed to be ba
ck home with his son and his work. There was no way he could move here to be with her, and he was never going ask another woman to follow him ever again. Making that mistake once was bad enough.
Besides, he did not even know if she would want to try to make it work. Would she be willing to drive up to the University to visit him? Did she want him to drive down here to see her whenever his parents were willing to look after Connor? Would she be willing to become a mother to his son now that Jen had abandoned them? What about that guy she had plans with last night? For all he knew, Beka could be seriously involved with someone else, and this could just be a one night affair.
There were too many questions that needed answering, and at the end of the day, he could not take that risk. He could not ask Beka to give up her life and the work she was doing for him. More importantly, he could not bring some new woman into Connor’s life only to have it not work out.
Slowly he extricated his limbs from hers and slid off the couch. Silently he began to get dressed, doing his best not to wake her. Once he was dressed, he paused for a moment to watch her sleep. She was so beautiful. Gently he adjusted the blanket covering her, and he could not resist giving her a small kiss on the forehead.
“Goodbye,” he whispered.
Chapter 8
On Sunday morning, Beka woke up alone. She glanced around. Clarke was nowhere to be seen and neither were his clothes.
“Goddammit, Clarke!” Somehow she was not at all surprised. Normally Clarke would never be the guy who snuck out in the early hours of the morning. However, these were not normal circumstances. She knew how badly his divorce had hurt him. In fact, she could almost picture his thought process. He was too scared to take a chance, and he certainly did not want to risk his son getting hurt again.
She understood why he did what he did, but she was still pissed. Sneaking out was a dick move, and he certainly was not allowed to make decisions about their future without at least talking to her. He was not going to get away with this.
It took her absolutely no time at all to find the location of the conference, and it was easy to persuade everyone that she belonged there. She knew just enough about the conference subject matter to secure herself a seat in the room where he was going to present. Her instinct was to confront him as soon as possible, but she suppressed that. However unfair to her he had been, it would be unkind to distract him right before his big presentation. She knew it meant a lot to him.
The room filled quickly, and Beka made sure to sit in the back where he would not notice her. She was impressed by how many people wanted to hear him speak. She always knew he was brilliant, and it seemed there were a lot of people in that room who felt the same way.
When he spoke, the room fell silent. He presented his research in an interesting and dynamic way. Somehow he managed to hold the attention of the entire room. She was amazed.
Finally the presentation ended. Some of his peers stayed to speak with him, so she just waited quietly in the back. She was still pissed at him, but he deserved the time to be recognized and appreciated. Eventually, the last of the audience members left for their next session.
“You found me,” commented Clarke as she walked over to him. At least he had the grace to look embarrassed.
“Of course I found you. You told me exactly where you were going to be.”
“Listen, I want to thank you for not causing a scene. I would have deserved it.”
“Damn right you would have!” she punched him lightly in the arm.
“I am really sorry,” he said. She looked into his eyes, and she knew he meant it. “Sneaking out was a dick move.”
“So why did you do it?” she asked.
“I guess I was scared,” he admitted.
“You don’t have to be scared,” she told him. “We can figure this out. We just have to work together.”
“I don’t think we can, Beka,” he said. “If I did I wouldn’t have left.”
“We can,” she said firmly. “Tell me what’s worrying you.”
“I can’t move out here,” he said.
“That’s not a problem. I could move,” she said with a shrug.
“No, you can’t,” he disagreed. “I’ve already made that mistake. I won’t let it happen again. You can’t leave everything to be with me.”
“Clarke, I hate to burst your bubble, but I would never leave everything to be with you.”
“But you just said - ”
“I just said I would move. It’s not the same as when Jen moved to California with you though. I’m a professor, and you live in one of the biggest college towns in the country. I’ve considered leaving here to work with them before anyway.”
“But what about your family and friends?” he asked.
“My parents would be close enough to visit, and my sister lives in Vermont. As for my friends, they are all over the country. I would not be leaving anyone behind.”
“But what about my son?” he asked. “Are you sure you would be willing to attach yourself to someone who was already married and has a child?”
“I’ve always wanted to have children,” she said with a shrug. “I know I’ll never be his mother, but he would be like a son to me.”
“Aren’t you concerned that this is all happening too fast?”
“No,” she said simply.
“Seriously? It doesn’t worry you at all that it’s only been one weekend, and we’re already talking about spending the rest of our lives together?” He looked skeptical, and she supposed he had a right to be.
“Look, Clarke,” she began to explain. “To me, it’s not just a weekend. I fell in love with you when I was twenty years old. You were with someone else, so I tried to move on. In all these years, I have not come close to meeting anyone who made me feel a fraction of what I felt for you.”
“I don’t know what to say.” Clarke looked shocked. It was clear that he had had no idea that she had been carrying a torch for him for so long.
“Just tell me you love me too, and you are willing to give us a try.”
“I do love you,” he said, his face finally curving into a small smile.
“And are you willing to at least try to make this work?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said. “Let’s do it.”
“Thank God!” she exclaimed. She grabbed his tie and pulled his neck down so that his lips met hers.
“I love you,” she said. “You can be such an idiot sometimes, but God, do I love you.”
“I love you too,” he murmured before pulling her mouth back to his for a kiss.
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