I'll Be Seeing You

  "No, he won’t have a key. I promise." I’m sure she’s laughing at me.

  "Okay. Coffee tomorrow?" I ask.

  "Um, I can't. I have my first meeting regarding this project," she explains.

  Of course you do. I bet that fucker set this up, too.

  "How many morning meetings do you have until this is ironed out?" I ask, already knowing the answer.

  "All this week."

  Bastard.

  "Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight, beautiful," I say, flirting with her.

  "Look forward to it, Doctor. Sleep well," she echoes with a voice I want to hear in the dark.

  ~.~

  At six o’clock sharp, I am pressing the buzzer to Joy's apartment. I’m nothing but punctual.

  "Yes?" she speaks through the intercom.

  "Is this Joy Johnson's apartment?" I ask, in a raspy voice.

  "No, I'm sorry you must have the wrong apartment, but you sound so sexy you can come up anyway," she giggles before the buzzer sounds and releases the steel trap door that could keep a tank out.

  She opens the door before I even knock and the sight of her nearly takes my breath. She’s dressed in a tight lightweight blue sweater; the color I like on her best and a short jean skirt that hits her mid-thigh. Her outfit is finished with a pair of black knee-high boots. I lick my lips in anticipation of unzipping those for her.

  “You look … really good.” I growl inwardly. My hands lift to her waist and I pull her to me.

  Lowering my face into the curve of her neck, I gently kiss the soft skin behind her ear then graze my lips along the length of her jaw, purposely avoiding her lips. Her natural essence is all woman. I breathe her in deeply as I take in her sweet scent. Her pulse quickens and she takes a stuttering breath. I can feel her heart pound against my chest.

  Cupping her face in the palms of my hands, I lift it to meet mine. Running my nose against hers, I inhale her sweet breath. I love the sounds she makes when her breathing becomes shallow, especially when I run my tongue along her bottom lip, gently tugging it with my teeth. I’m seducing her mouth and she’s letting me.

  Was that a whimper I heard?

  When I look at her through my own, lust-filled eyes, hers are closed and her lips are slightly parted.

  She wants me.

  Licking my lips, I touch her lips with my thumb and my jaw drops when she kisses it, pulling the tip between her lips. Watching that beautiful mouth pucker against my finger is sexy as hell and this is all her. She’s honest, pure, and natural. And I love every bit of it.

  Angling my lips over hers, it’s my turn to whimper when her delicate tongue strokes along the seam of my mouth. I can't take it anymore. My arms fly around her and I kiss her … hard. She meets me all the way, kissing me with all the passion and desire I feel for her.

  "Joy," I breathe, breaking the kiss, my breathing labored. Looking down at her, her fingertips are lightly touching her lips and she's smiling.

  "Whoa!" I say into her ear. This girl can kiss.

  I’m not trying to hide the fact that I desire her and press my hardness tightly against her. There’s no doubt in my mind that she can feel my heartbeat pound against her.

  "Would you like a beer or something to drink?" she asks, changing the subject and head toward the kitchen. I love to watch her move around her house with ease. She’s so comfortable here that you can't tell she that she even has an impairment.

  "Sure, a beer sounds good," I reply still watching her. I feel a cold dampness against my palm as Conrad nudges my hand.

  "Oh, hey, big fella. I've been ignoring you, haven't I?" I squat down to give him some love, too.

  "Your mistress said that if I want her, you are part of the package." I talk to him while rubbing down his chest. His nose shoots into the air allowing me to have access to his neck. "Just like your momma — she likes her neck loved on too," I say quietly.

  Joy hands me a beer and heads back to the kitchen to stir the pot that’s on the stove. Taking a long draw of my beer, I follow her and put the bottle down on the breakfast bar. Stepping up behind her, I move her hair off her neck, and place small, intimate kisses over her ear. Her head falls back against my chest, allowing me better access to her.

  "Matthew," she murmurs.

  Turning her in my arms, I enfold her hair around my hand, gently tugging on it, forcing her face up to mine. Looking at her kissable mouth, I feel her hands smooth around my waist then snake up my back where her hands hook over my shoulders. She pulls herself up higher and I know she wants another kiss. Considering she’s never been with anyone before, this girl's got the moves going on

  My desire for her is all consuming. I need this woman.

  Lifting her up onto the counter, I part her legs, stepping between them

  "Is this all right?" I ask, kissing along her neck.

  "More than all right," she whispers, running her fingers through my hair, fisting it, which is the hottest thing ever.

  "Are you seducing me, Matthew?" she whispers, pulling my face close, barely touching my lips with hers.

  "I was going to ask you the same thing, Ms. Johnson, but, if I don't stop now, there's no telling what I will do to you." Barely able to contain myself as it is, my senses skyrocket when her fingers weave through my hair again, her nails massaging my scalp.

  Oh. Fucking. Hell.

  Knowing I won’t be able to stop, I place my hands on her hips pulling her toward me. My fingers itch as they roam over her waist, moving upward until they reach the sides of her breasts. I pause when she faintly gasps. She tells me not to, so with utmost expediency to earn a Boy Scout badge, I lift her sweater off.

  I’m now staring at the most perfect pair of breasts known to man. Her natural cleavage is stunningly beautiful and the blue lace is perfect against her porcelain skin. Now I’m most curious to know what her panties look like.

  Cupping her breasts, my mouth purses with the need to suckle them. With difficulty, I resist putting my mouth on her and circle the pads of my thumbs around and across her nipples instead and feel them harden under the lace. I need to see them … to taste them.

  “May I take this off?” I ask, skimming my tongue across the full rise of her breast. When she nods, I reach behind her and unhook the clasp, kissing her neck and shoulder in the process. Pulling the delicate straps down and off her arms, I step back taking in the perfection before me.

  “J … Joy,” I stutter, before fitting one delicate nipple into my mouth, tugging it between my teeth. Playfully, I flick my tongue over the hardened tips and moan as I fill my mouth with her.

  "Oh, god, Matthew," she moans sensually, wetting her lips. Her head falls back and her long hair spills over the counter. I growl at the sight and return to devouring her breasts. Judging by her body’s reaction and her sighs of pleasure, I’m almost certain I can make her come this way.

  After pleasuring her breasts, I can smell her feminine aroma and I need to taste her.

  "May I take these off?” I whisper, anchoring my fingertip under the thin band of her lace panties. She nods in acquiescence.

  “Tell me to stop,” I say against her mouth as my fingers begin to tug the scant material over her hips.

  “I … I don’t want you to stop.”

  As I pull on the lace, she lifts her body so I can remove them completely. I need to say it again.

  “Joy, tell me to stop. If you don’t —”

  “Don’t … stop. Please.” I feel her body shudder and her heart pound.

  Gently and slowly, I remove her matching blue thong panties down her thighs, over her knees and finally along her boots, I toss them onto the counter. Wanting to rid her of her skirt, I undo the six brass buttons holding the material closed and open it, exposing her.

  Stepping back, I drink in the vision before me. Nude except for her black leather boots, I nearly come before I even get started. Slipping my hands behind her knees, I gently pull her to the edge of the counter and part her thighs. Feeling th
e velvet smoothness of her skin, her hips instinctively move to my touch.

  She needs release.

  "Are you okay, baby?" I ask, kissing the flat surface of her stomach.

  "Very okay," she replies in a shaky voice.

  Feasting my eyes on her sex, I barely touch the softness when she leans back onto her elbows for support. Sliding a finger inside her wet lips, I circle over her clitoris and she whimpers, widening her legs. I love that she's bare below, with a light cover on top.

  I've wanted this for four long months, and now that I have her, my hands are shaking like a teenage boy.

  Gently, I lay her back onto the counter, placing her booted feet flat on the counter, and lay her open before me. Licking my lips in anticipation, I fist and squeeze my cock for the simple purpose of relieving some of the built-up pressure

  "Are you okay, baby?" I ask one last time before touching my mouth to her.

  "Yes, Matthew, yes," she nearly cries out.

  Finally, I taste her for the first time knowing no one else has been here. No one has had her like this, and my god, she is as sweet as a ripened peach.

  Sensing her orgasm building already, I tease her by kissing and teasing all around her except for the swollen bud. I want her to thoroughly enjoy her first climax given her by a man … by me.

  Unable to stay away from her for long, I part her lips, running my tongue up and over the length of her sex, drinking her, feeling her pleasure build.

  Gently, inserting a finger inside her, I’m not surprised at how tight she is. I shudder at how wonderful it will feel when I enter her for the first time. Stroking inside her as I firmly caress her with the flat of my tongue, makes her body nearly lift from the counter.

  “Oh, Matthew, what are you doing to me?” she pants, reaching out to me. I give her my hand she grabs it as if it’s her lifeline.

  When I use my lips to tug on her clitoris, she swells with want against my mouth and her hips begin to move up and down, following the movement of my tongue. Feeling and tasting her release, she twists her body on the counter, and I hold on to her out of fear of her slipping off.

  "Oh, god, Matthew," she whimpers. Then, "Oh. My. God," she cries, as her hips move, trying to get closer to me. Next time, I want to see her face when she comes like this. I bet it’s a sight to behold.

  "Are you all right?" When she doesn't answer, I look up and find that she has covered her face and is crying into the fold of her arm.

  "Oh, shit, Joy?” I jump up and lay my body over hers. “Talk to me, baby. I’m so sorry. I thought this was what you wanted," I say, bringing her up to me, holding her tight in my arms. She quickly holds me, locking her arms and legs around me.

  "Oh, Matthew," she cries into my neck. "That was the most wonderful thing I have ever felt in my life. I have never experienced anything like that before." Holding her tighter against me, I want to make love to her more than I've wanted anything before.

  I smile into her hair knowing she liked it.

  "Here, baby, let me help you."

  Helping her with her bra, we slip it over her arms and I hook the back. After lowering her sweater over her head, I pull her hair from inside it, finger combing her wayward curls.

  Then, seeing that her panties have slipped off the counter and onto the floor, I bring them to my face and inhale. They smell like her.

  I hold them against her hand so she knows what I want.

  “These are mine," I say firmly, putting them in my pocket.

  Holding her to me again, I rock her in my arms.

  "No one but me ever gets to do that to you, Joy," I say, kissing her deeply.

  "You promise you’ll do that again?" she asks, sounding hopeful.

  "Oh, yes. That and so much more," I promise, lifting her up by her thighs, I wrap her legs around my waist again. I grin, knowing her bare center is rubbing against my shirt.

  "So much more," I repeat, before she lowers her mouth to mine, tasting herself on my tongue.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  When he touches me, my senses heighten and burn with yearning. Between fear and desire, a want that I never knew existed is born. I don’t think there is anything to satisfy this need. His touch is gentle, yet firm, and I’m frightened out of my mind, but in the end, I trust him completely. I will give him anything and everything because I know he won't hurt me. I also know that I can’t say no to him. My heart says 'yes … yes … yes'. With every touch, my body screams YES!

  As soon as he lifts me onto the kitchen counter and slowly opens my legs, I know something wonderful is about to happen. His warm, experienced mouth on my breasts makes me feel things I've never felt before. The way he gently nips and teases them, makes me want to scream in pleasure My whole body reacts. Even my toes curl inside my boots from the effect he has on me.

  When he says he wants to try something, I swallow my fear and just allow myself to feel.

  Feeling his hands on my body as they slip under my skirt, tugging at my panties, my nervousness is ten-fold. Matthew is on a mission, and I can't wait to find out what it is.

  As soon as he touches me where no one has ever touched me before, a gasp escapes me, filling my lungs to capacity. Pleasure builds inside me when his warm, firm tongue circles over me and my shameless hips move against him.

  I've become noticeably greedy and want more. But more of what? More of his amazing tongue? A need fills my soul and it’s a need that only he can give.

  Then I begin to feel something extraordinary.

  What is this? What is happening? Lying back on the counter, I give over to the sensation of free falling into a deep, dark abyss.

  The center of my world focuses where his mouth is caressing me. Is this magic? A sweet torture? What is turning this sweet pleasure into a raging inferno?

  It’s then that I experience a sensation more intense than I can put into words. Suddenly, yet languorously, there’s an explosion and bolts of fire rip through my entire body, threatening to burst through my fingertips. It is so powerful and intense that a need to cry is overwhelming.

  Barely coherent, Matthew brings me back to this world when he rests his head on my stomach, holding me. His concern and fear that he hurt me is sweet, but unwarranted. Trust me, Matthew, what I felt was definitely not pain.

  I know there’s a fine line between want and need, and I don't know which one I feel. What I do know, is that I have to have more of this.

  ~.~

  "This ice cream is excellent," Matthew manages to say through a full mouth.

  "Thanks. I wasn't sure what you'd like for dessert, other than pie of course, but it was easy enough to make," I explain. "Coffee?"

  "Sure. Let me make it since you made dinner, all right?” he offers. “You stay right there.”

  Hearing him moving around my kitchen, I absentmindedly trace my finger over my lips, recalling the feel of his mouth on mine. I can still feel his touch.

  I can’t help but snicker at the naughty thoughts I’m having. Laura would be proud.

  "What's on your mind, Joy?" Matthew asks close to my ear, before setting our mugs on the coffee table.

  "Don't tease me, Matthew. You know very well what’s on my mind."

  Sitting down next to me, he places one leg over his lap, removing my boot, the repeats with the other leg.

  "Did you enjoy it?" he asks quietly, running his thumb across my bottom lip.

  “Yes. Very much," I reply quietly, touching my forehead to his, wanting that closeness with him again.

  "I'm glad. I did too. I want more of you, Joy. I just don't want to push or overwhelm you," he adds, his fingertip grazing my thigh, higher under my skirt.

  "I want more of you, too," I say, my voice coming out in a raspy whisper.

  "Soon, okay?" he suggests, placing sweet kisses on my face.

  Laying my head on his shoulder, I feel his gentle touch on my arm as his finger circles my skin while we talk about everything and anything.

  Matthew discloses a lot about himse
lf tonight. I discover that he enjoys baseball, football and music. His mother taught him to play the piano and he taught himself to play the guitar. Most importantly, I learn of his road to Harvard. I'm amazed when he tells me about the many competitions and awards he's won while he was there.

  "Oh," he says as an afterthought. "I wanted to tell you that I’m going to New York in a few weeks."

  "Really? That's exciting. I've never been to New York. I've never been outside of Seattle, really,” I mutter. "Why do you need to go to there? A medical convention or something?"

  "No. I’ve been asked to give a presentation at the Center for Global Research and Education for a medical procedure that I've developed,” he explains. "It's the first step to acquire funding and approval by the FDA."

  "Wow, Matthew, that’s a big deal. How long have you been working on it to get to this level?" I ask, impressed by what he’s accomplished.

  "Since I was in college … almost fourteen years now. My thesis was on Stem Cell Therapy: The Pros and The Cons. It morphed from there. It has consumed the last ten years of my life. I'm actually quite excited about it. My work is focused on Stem Cell Enhanced Implantation."

  Curious by how complex it all sounds, and will ask more about this when he returns, but for now, I’m selfish and want him here with me.

  "How long will you be gone?" I ask, already feeling lonely that we won’t be in the same city, or not meeting me for our coffee dates.

  "I’ll miss you,” I whisper, laying my head on his shoulder, not liking the idea of the separation.

  "I already miss you," he confesses, hugging me tight to him. "I’ll only be gone four days." That's four days too many as far as I'm concerned.

  "It will go quickly. I'm meeting my parents for dinner on one of the days I'm there and Jessie’s coming along with me too so we can check out some of the sights."

  "By sights, do you mean women?"

  "Huh? No. Well I can’t speak for Jessie,” he says uneasily.

  “I’m just concerned for Laura.”

  “I don't know if he will ever change. I know that he does care for her, though. Jessie is a grown man, and if he can't, or won't settle down, there's nothing I can do about it, you know? I understand your need to protect her, but I won’t get in the middle of any of that. It has nothing to do with me, or us for that matter. He may surprise us all."