I'll Be Seeing You

  I look at her keyboard, and instead of seeing the alphabet on the keys, there's Braille dots.

  "How do you know the commands you input are the correct ones?" I ask.

  "My computer talks to me. When I enter a command, it tells me what it's doing. It's the same with my cell phone," she explains.

  I look at Scott's workstation and see napkins, junk food wrappers, and coffee cups from the café. Looking at hers, it’s clean and pristine. Grabbing the garbage can, I start cleaning up Scott's mess.

  "What are you doing?" she asks.

  "I'm cleaning up all the trash around your valuable equipment. There’s several coffee cups that are one elbow-tap away from ruining a piece of your expensive equipment," I explain, tossing everything into the garbage can. I see the look of consternation on her face.

  "He tells me every day that it's clean and, like a fool, I believe him. God, I can't wait until this project is finished," she mutters to herself as she fiddles around her desk.

  “What you told me today about your observation of our conversation in the café really upset me. I thought he was my friend, and all the while, he was doing things that crossed the line with me. I'm sorry you saw that, and I'm sorry that I was too gullible and naïve to know any different. I trusted him."

  "Don't you dare blame yourself. You couldn't have known that was what he was doing, but trust me, he did. It's all about sex, Joy," I explain, grinning at her seeing her cheeks glow a pretty pink.

  "What about you, Doctor? Are you all about sex with me?"

  "Absolutely. I want you all the time." I take a step closer to her. "I think about you before I go to bed." Another step closer. "I think about you while I'm in bed." I run my hands up her arms. "When I dream, it's about being inside you." I cup her neck in my hands. "I definitely think about you every morning in the shower," I say, taking her chin between my thumb and finger, bringing her mouth to mine. She lifts up onto the tips of her toes, and I groan as she cradles my head in her arms, her fingers rummaging through my hair. My hands fall to her lower back as I gently push her hips into mine where she can feel how my body responds to her.

  Holding her hips firmly against me, she lightly moves her body up and down over my hardness.

  "Please, Matthew. I want you so badly," she whimpers against my mouth.

  Who am I to say no to that sweet plea? Bending down, I lift her, cradling her in my arms.

  "Are you sure, baby? I won’t be able to stop once I lay you on that bed," I say before I start walking toward her room.

  "I've never wanted anything so much in my life," she whispers with sincerity and conviction. That's all I need to hear, and I can't get to her room fast enough.

  Lowering her feet to the floor, she gives me a sweet, chaste kiss as I slowly lift her dress over her arms. Looking down at her, she’s standing there in nothing but a purple and black lace bra and skintight leggings. The elastic band rests just under her sexy belly button, and I fall to my knees to kiss it. Lowering her leggings over her hips, I help her to step out of them. Eyeing the perfect body standing before me, clad in nothing but lace, I sit back on my heels and know I won't last long. Wrapping the delicate sides of her panties around my fingers, I slowly pull them down her long legs.

  Taking a deep breath, I can smell her arousal — a scent I will never forget. Pulling her center to my mouth, I glide my tongue into her folds. She gasps as her entire body reacts, and her hands immediately fist my hair for support. Parting her lips with my thumbs, I drag my tongue over her only a few times before I stop myself and when I look up her, she’s lost in sensation.

  Standing, I reach behind her to remove her bra and step back to admire her beauty.

  "You are so beautiful, baby," I say into her mouth before she throws her arms around my neck, kissing me with the passion I know is inside her.

  I don’t have the strength to hold back any longer and frantically unzip my pants when it hits me … hard. I have no condoms.

  "Joy? Do you have any condoms?" I ask, praying to God she says yes.

  "No, but if it helps, I'm on the shot if that's what you’re worried about. I've never been with anyone, so I’m clean. I can only assume you are as well since you are a smart doctor and all," she says with a smartass grin.

  "Yes, you’re right,” I say, my breath near panting with need. There's nothing holding us back now.

  After I kick out of my jeans and boxer briefs, I quickly remove my shirt, step into her arms, and hold her warm, soft, naked body against mine. The feel of her hands roaming over my back, feeling every space of skin available to her touch, is exquisite. She then feels her way down my hips to the front of my thighs. A growl escapes me as she takes her time touching me … seeing me.

  When she lowers to feel my legs, she has no idea how dangerously close her mouth is to my cock. Her feather light touch works its way up the back of my thighs and up across my ass. I grin when she spends a little extra time there.

  Becoming more aroused by the minute, the look of desire on her face makes it more difficult for me to stand there, motionless. Lord, I hope I can endure this process without ejaculating before I’m inside her.

  As soon as her gentle hands inspect the front of my hips, she touches my cock, and with a hiss, my head falls back as she examines the length of it. I want to taste her as her tongue darts out to moisten her lips, leaving them slightly parted. I don't know how much more of this I can take, but I know it's something she needs to do. Her hands then feel their way up across my stomach and waist, up to my chest, stopping to feel the muscles there. When she steps up and places her mouth over my nipple and flicks it like I did hers, I've had enough.

  "Baby, that was the most difficult thing I've ever done," I say, laying her down across the bed. "It was also one of the most erotic things I've ever experienced, and I plan on reciprocating, but first, I'm going to make love to you."

  Beginning with her lips, I taste her skin, ending at her sensitive breasts. While nibbling on her hardened tips, I pull her leg up toward me exposing the center of her and touch her there. Listening to her softly purr is my undoing.

  "Jesus, baby, you’re so wet," I growl. "I need you so much." Looking into her sightless eyes, I wish she could see me.

  "Matthew," she whispers. Hearing my name said like that with such want and need is more than I can stand.

  "This is going to hurt a bit, I apologize.” She nods her head in acceptance, and I see the fear on her face. "Don't be afraid," I say quietly, kissing her as I lower myself on top of her, spreading her with my thighs.

  "This isn’t going to be my best performance because it’s been a while and I’ve wanted you for so long," I say through ragged breaths.

  "It's all right, Matthew, I just need to feel you inside me."

  Placing myself at her entrance, and can already feel how tight she is. She’s so warm … and wet. Trying to prepare her, I enter her a little then withdraw, and it's nearly my undoing. My forehead drops to hers as I mentally stop myself from coming all over her.

  Propping myself up on my forearms, I hold her face in the palms of my hands while I inch inside her warmth little bits at a time. Her legs instinctively raise and press against my sides. I can feel her fear when her arms slip under mine, her hands holding onto my shoulders for support.

  "I wish you could see me like I see you. You’re so beautiful," I say low into her ear, pushing in a little more now.

  "Thank you for this gift," I say against her lips as I thrust my hips forward and break past her barrier. My heart aches for her and when she gasps, I immediately stop moving. When I feel her hands grasp the skin on my back and her legs drop stiffly to the bed, I know she’s hurting. This pain I’ve caused her is the only regret I have, but know she will feel pleasure soon.

  "You're mine, Joy," I whisper, holding steady, so that she can acclimate her body to mine. Once her pained facial expression goes away, I begin to move slowly within her.

  "And I am yours." Kissing her swollen lips,
I slowly roll my hips against her.

  "Are you all right?" I ask when I feel her hips move slightly.

  "Yes, it's better now." Her hands still have hold of my shoulders, and her breathing has become rapid and shallow.

  "That's it, baby … move with me," I growl into her ear as she begins to move her hips with mine.

  "Oh, God, Matthew." I smile at how much I'm enjoying her at this moment. How much she’s giving herself over to me.

  "Can you wrap your legs around me?" I ask. "That's it," I say, trying desperately to control my movements. I want to fuck her so badly, but I also don't want to hurt her.

  "Are you all right?" I need to know because I need to move.

  "Oh, yes,” she sighs. “Please, more, Matthew."

  Oh thank God. I move faster now, and inwardly admonish myself because I know I'm not going to last.

  "You feel so good," I say through a lusty voice, thrusting deeper and harder now.

  "Come on, baby, move with me." She meets me thrust for thrust. "Oh, yeah, that's it."

  "I'm not going to last much longer, Joy." I feel her tighten around me. "Christ, you feel so good," I growl uncontrollably.

  "I feel it, Matthew. I feel it coming," she says desperately, wrapping her arms around me tighter. I want to get up on my knees, but I'm not leaving her, not her first time. I want her to be able to hold on to me.

  "Oh, god, please, more. Faster,” she begs, which is music to my ears.

  I couldn’t stop now if I wanted to and thrust into her harder and faster.

  "Come with me," I hiss, trying to hold back … feeling her tighten around me.

  "Yes, yes, hurry because I can't stop it … I …"

  She cries my name and I’m riding that tidal wave right along with her.

  Holding her tightly, I wrap my arms around her, and release deep inside her. My entire body shudders over her, believing it will never end.

  Breathless, I look down on her face and see glistening tears in her eyes. Rolling off her and onto my side, I bring her with me, holding her close to my body.

  "Oh, baby," I whisper against her mouth. My heart breaks for her. The last thing I wanted to do was to make her cry.

  "Thank you, Matthew. That was everything I dreamed of and more. You made it something I will remember for the rest of my life," she whimpers. I hold her closer to me and grab the blanket, pulling it over us.

  "Please, don't cry," I plead, wiping her tears away. "I love you, you know."

  "I think it's from the intensity of everything. That was more powerful than the time in the kitchen." She’s giggling now, and it eases my heart.

  "Thank you for letting me be your first," I say, as we lay quietly for a while, contemplating what just happened. Our fingers softly smooth over each other's skin, whispering sweet nothings.

  "I love you." She burrows her face into my neck, and I just hold her there, enjoying the feel of her.

  "Where are you going this weekend?" she asks, breaking the silence.

  "Oh, I have a cabin on Bainbridge Island." I'm not even sure if I still want to go. I planned the trip initially to get away from everything.

  "When are you leaving?" she asks, running her fingernail in circles over my nipple, causing me jerk because it tickles.

  "Tomorrow, after I see my last patient," I answer. "Joy, baby, that tickles." I grab hold of her hand to get her to stop.

  "Oh," she says, moving to get out of bed.

  "Where are you going?" I ask, pulling her back into bed with me.

  "I need to get cleaned up." She unsuccessfully hides her face from me.

  "Come here for a second." I turn her so that she’s facing me, and she still attempts to hide from me. Once I lift her chin, I can see she’s crying.

  "What's up, Joy?" I ask, laying her down next to me.

  "Nothing. I don't know. I guess my emotions are running a little high right now. Tonight was a big night for me," she explains rather poorly, as she tries to pull away yet again. Wasn't she the one that stressed communication?

  "Do you not want me to go?" I ask, stroking her hair out of her eyes.

  "Of course I want you to go," she says, barely audible, burying her face into my neck.

  "Tell me."

  "No."

  "No, you don't want me to go?" I ask again, trying to trap her into telling me.

  "No, I'm not going to tell you. I want you to do what you want to do and quit trying to mince my words," she says, smacking my chest and moving away from me before I can stop her and heads for the bathroom.

  "Hey, baby," I say, when she returns looking sexy in a pair of sleep pants and matching tank. She’s braided her hair back as well. So this is how my girl looks when she goes to bed, I think to myself. I like it.

  "Would you stay with me? Here. Tonight?" she asks sweetly. How can I say no to that?

  "Of course I will. I need to leave early, though, okay? I have a consultation in the morning."

  "All right,” she says, sleepily. "I need to take Conrad out real quick." She gets up and slips into a pair of shoes and a jacket, kissing me as I sit on the side of the bed.

  "I'll go down with you, but come here for a second first," I say, watching her walk around the bed toward me.

  "I'm not going away this weekend without you, okay?" I see a slow smile come to her lips. "I wouldn't leave you behind. I just wanted to take the drive and check on the cabin, but we can do that together. Would you like that?" I hold her hand in mine, running my thumb over the back of it.

  "I would like that very much."

  "Why don't we leave Saturday morning and stay the night? What about Conrad?" I ask.

  "Do you have a travel crate for him? If you do, we can take my SUV and bring him with us." With that, she throws herself at me, knocking me backward onto the bed.

  "You are the best boyfriend a girl could ever have, do you know that?”

  I’m her boyfriend!

  CHAPTER NINE

  "Tell me every single detail of every single minute," Laura urges, rushing through the door before I even get the opportunity to say hello to her.

  "Hello, Laura. Come in, Laura. Would you like something to drink, Laura?" I say sarcastically, giggling, as she drags me to the couch.

  "Hi … thank you … no,” she quickly answers my questions. “Was it wonderful?" she persists, pulling me down next to her on the couch. I sigh deeply and smile.

  "It really was." I instantly feel the heat rush to my face. "It was perfect, really." I throw my head on the cushions and dream of it all over again.

  "Tell me everything," she demands, excitedly.

  "Well, I'm not going to give you all the details, but it was absolutely wonderful. He was so gentle and caring, just like they describe in some of the romance novels that I've read. It was very romantic," I say dreamily, remembering every detail. Even now, my body tingles at the thought of him touching me.

  "Oh, I knew he would be," she says. "Did he bend you over the bed, or was it straight missionary?"

  "He carried me to my bed and laid me down. Oh my god, Laura, when he came, he reached under me and wrapped his arms around all of me and held on to me for dear life. I could barely breathe. He buried his face in my neck, and I felt him move inside of me as he came. God, I want to do that again." I’m in heaven remembering how wonderful he made me feel.

  "What else?” Laura presses, taking hold of my hand.

  "Laura!"

  "Well, it's not every day my best friend loses her virginity. I want to know every detail." I can feel her jumping in her seat. "Did it hurt?"

  "Yes, a little. He thanked me. I thought that was incredibly sweet." Recalling that brief, painful moment, it pales in comparison to how perfect it was after.

  "Oh, Joy, that is the sweetest thing I've ever heard. Most guys don't even make sure you’re wet enough, let alone say thanks." We laugh, and her interrogation continues.

  "He is so sexy, Laura. His body is so beautiful. And that rubber thing you brought over to me t
he other day?"

  "Yeah?" she says in anticipation.

  "He's way bigger than that." We sit back and laugh harder. "Lord, I hope he doesn't find out about that."

  "So you worked it all out then? Everything’s good between you two?" she continues, taking my hand again.

  "Yes, we talked everything out. He told me about his ex-fiancé, Emma, too. She really is a wicked human being. He explained to me about what he saw that day in the café and we worked it out between us. Anyway, we’re going to Bainbridge Island tomorrow. He has a cabin there, and he wants to check on it, so we’re taking Conrad and going there for the night."

  "That sounds great. I'm so happy for you, sweetie. I'm glad you two worked it out. Did you drop the 'L' word?"

  "We both did." I lay my head back, so happy that we were able to work everything out and confess to each other how we felt.

  "Yeah, Jessie said he thought Matthew was a goner," Laura says as she jumps up to get water from the refrigerator.

  "Speaking of Jessie, how is it going with you two?"

  "Well, the sex is awesome, of course, but I’m not so sure he’s wanting much more than that. I get the feeling he just wants sex from me."

  "Yeah, I'll be honest with you, Laura, that's kind of how Matthew described Jessie's character. He warned me about it, but I wanted to see if he would step up before I told you. If you’ve figured it out, apparently he's not going to change anytime soon. In his defense, Matthew did say he's crazy about you. He just has a strange way of showing it."

  I know this probably disappoints her, but I think it's time that she hears it before her heart gets broken.

  "I think you’re right. I have strong feelings for him as it is, and if I allow him in more than he is already, I will certainly get hurt. I think I need to end it before it's too late." I hear the hurt in her voice, but believe this is a wise decision. I really wanted it to work out for them.

  "I guess that means no Jessie for Thanksgiving then?"