Rakell grasped onto his back as his length skillfully stroked her inside. Every nerve laden centimeter of her inner walls and every inch of her sweat-misted skin was enthused by the slick, searing friction created by the joining of their bodies. Jerzy watched her face to make sure she was enjoying everything he did. As he worked into her, his right hand ran up and down her torso, pinching her nipples, caressing her breasts and rubbing her stomach. His left hand remained pressed into the bed by her shoulder to help him keep his balance and continue a steady rhythm.
His faintly rough hand moved down from her stomach, slid down her right hip, down her thigh and to her calf. He cupped her calf and pushed her right leg up until she naturally bent her knee. He pushed her knee closer to her stomach so that he could grasp her foot. He massaged the arch and heel of her foot with his thumb, adding another level of delicious tingling sensations to Rakell’s experience. He grasped her ankle and straightened her leg some. He brought his mouth to the back of her knee and started gently sucking and tonguing her skin. A new, powerful flourish of pleasure ran through Rakell’s body as his mouth delighted the sensitive area behind her knee and as his strokes reached deeper inside of her. “Oh my—Oh, Jerzyyyy,” she moaned. His rhythm increased speed.
His hips moved faster. Jerzy’s skin glistened with beads of sweat, defining his straining muscles even more. He was in heaven as he studied the erotic expressions on Rakell’s face and listened to the sounds of satisfaction he was eliciting from her as he pushed inside of her. He groaned as he drove into her again and again, deeper, rougher, wilder, until finally Rakell cried out his name.
Intense waves of pleasure zoomed through her body. Her sexual gratification had reached a new and incredible height. She watched Jerzy’s abs ripple and tense as he came soon after. He moaned loudly with each jolt of his orgasm and then collapsed slightly on top of her. They lay there, winded and tingling from the aftershocks. As Jerzy’s breathing calmed he began to reposition himself and pulled out of her. Rakell automatically rolled away from him. She turned her back to him and nestled her head into a pillow. Jerzy reached for her. He slung his arm around her waist, dragged her back to him, and sighed once she was cradled against his body. Rakell stiffened, but eventually relaxed. Tears began to spill from her eyes.
“He didn’t hold you like this, did he?” he whispered.
She shook her head. Jerzy held her tighter. He kissed her neck and her shoulder. “I don’t want you to cry no more. Don’t think about anything. Just feel.”
Rakell closed her eyes and melted into his body. His soft breathing whispered against her neck and his strong body was wrapped around her protectively. He kissed the top of her head. “I’ll be right back.” He went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and then returned quickly to the bed. He pulled the covers over them and Rakell snuggled backward into him. Jerzy rubbed her side until they both fell asleep.
In the morning, Jerzy woke up with Rakell sleeping in his arms. He nuzzled her shoulder and inhaled the delicate strawberry scent of her dark skin. A tender feeling warmed his chest as he admired her elegant neck, her messy hair and her peaceful face. He wanted her to turn over and face him so that he could have full view of how cute she was when she was asleep, but he didn’t want to wake her up. He also didn’t want to move. He needed to get up and go to the bathroom, but his bladder could wait. It felt so good to shelter her warm, soft body with his. Too good. Rakell had warned him that she couldn’t make him any promises. If there was anything he’d learned from past relationships and from losing his mother, it was that nothing was guaranteed. All he could do was make the best of the moments he was sharing with Rakell. So stop imagining a future with her. She’s finding herself, she’s experiencing new things. She’s your professor. Can’t get more temporary than that. But he was drawn to her in a way he’d never felt before.
Rakell began to stir. Jerzy watched her eyes open and saw a smile stretch across her lips once she was conscious of the muscular body enveloping her. Jerzy smiled and kissed her shoulder. “Good morning,” he murmured. Rakell quickly rolled over to face him, a big sleepy smile on her face. Jerzy’s stomach fluttered. “Hey,” she whispered. Before Jerzy could process the shock he felt over the butterflies in his stomach, Rakell kissed him, a firm peck on the mouth. She pulled away and threw her leg over his. Her hand smoothed up and down his bicep. “Last night was amazing,” she whispered. “You made me feel so good,” she beamed.
“That’s always my goal,” he answered, fighting back a goofy grin.
Rakell looked directly into his green eyes but her gaze was demure and vulnerable. “I felt you everywhere, Jerzy.”
Jerzy was speechless. His heart swelled with contentment. He wanted to be inside her again immediately.
What was happening? Was he reacting this way because her words hinted at the possibility that she’d be ready for a serious relationship soon, his selfish hope? Was he just so desperate after repeated heartbreak that her admiration and honesty was like a gift of gold coins to a bankrupt pauper? Was his sexual chemistry with her so fiery and addictive that his lust was starting to feel like the stirrings of something more profound? Or was he falling for Rakell because she was someone genuinely and uniquely special?
The truth was, he felt her everywhere, too. Mind, body and spirit, she felt right. He didn’t want the trust and intimacy between them to end, but it was probably going to end. He couldn’t even go out with Rakell in public. There were quite a few things stacked against the two of them having any real future. All he had were these private moments with her, so he was anxious to make the best of them. He inhaled a calming breath and smiled at her. “I want to ask you something, but you have to promise not to freak out.”
Her tired eyes became more wakeful. “What is it?”
“Are you…on the pill or anything?”
Horrified, Rakell dug her fingers into his arm. “The condom broke?!”
“No!” His cheeks colored. “Damn. I should’ve asked you that a different way. Nevermind, Sweetheart. It’s a ridiculous request anyway.”
Rakell turned onto her back and rubbed both hands on her face, taking slow breaths to release the fear from her body. Under the covers, Jerzy rubbed her hip and her stomach to soothe her. Eventually she looked back at Jerzy. “It’s not a ridiculous request to ask that I be on birth control as an extra precaution. It’s a smart request. I’m ashamed I didn’t require it of myself.”
“That’s not what I was trying to say exactly.”
“Then tell me exactly.” Rakell returned to lying on her side. Their heads were resting on the same pillow. Jerzy lowered his eyes, contemplating what to say and whether he should even say it. “Come on,” Rakell teased. “I embarrassed myself last night letting you know what I wanted. Now it’s your turn.”
“Okay.” He smiled with uncertainty in his eyes. “The thing is…At the end of the night when we’re finished enjoying each other, I want to be able to stay in bed with you and hold you instead of worrying about what to do with the condom. I want to be able to roll over in bed on mornings like these, admire you until you wake up and give me your pretty smile, and then enter you without a thought other than I want to please you until I hear you scream my name again. What I’m saying is I’m ready to physically commit to you.”
Awestruck and aroused, Rakell’s mouth went dry. “Wow,” she whispered.
“I know that sounds crazy and like I’m moving too fast, but life’s too short to let good moments go to waste, right? I know myself. I’m hooked on you and my impulse is to keep you for myself, but I’m not going to coax you into a relationship. I’ve made that mistake too many times. I don’t want you to resent me later like other women have. Let’s focus on now. Let’s build our own dream world together, and be as intimate and carefree as we can in it before we have to wake up.” Jerzy brushed Rakell’s hair back with his fingertips. “Does that sound like something that would make you happy?”
She swallowed away the lump in
her throat. She couldn’t believe how open and thoughtful Jerzy was. “Yes, that’s perfect,” she grinned and cupped his face.
“Good,” he sighed. Rakell slung her leg over his again and ran a hand up and down his smooth torso. “Mmm. Shit, you can’t do that to me just yet.” He grabbed her devious hand and removed it from his abs. He sat up and got out of bed.
Rakell chewed at the inside of her lip as she eyed his muscled back and the firm mounds of his butt while he grabbed his boxers from the floor and pulled them on. She pouted. “Why?”
Jerzy turned around. “For one thing, I’m an idiot that only brought one condom with me. Besides, I don’t want any barriers between us when we go at it again. You’ve got the birth control thing to take care of and we should both get tested. Then it’ll be perfect.”
Rakell nodded. Her eyes trailed down the veins in his solid arms and surveyed his flat stomach. Then her gaze fell to his groin. Her special place began to weep for his hardness. She burst out laughing at her own frustration. “Get out of my house then!”
“I’m sorry,” he chuckled. “It’s hurting me, too. Believe me.” Jerzy left for the bathroom. He returned to the room and found the rest of his clothing which was scattered all over the floor. Rakell sat up in bed with the sheet wrapped around her and watched him get back into his black Armani suit.
“I was kidding. Stay for breakfast, at least. I’ll bake muffins. Lemon poppy seed.”
He grinned. “I love lemon poppy seed.”
“Milk, cranberry juice or coffee?” She asked once she was in the kitchen, dressed in sweatpants and a tank top with her hair in a messy ponytail.
“Juice.”
Jerzy was quiet as he sat on a stool at the breakfast bar. He watched her pour him a glass of juice and begin mixing a batter for the muffins. She wasn’t a careful cook. Flour got everywhere, she left eggshells on the counter and she splashed milk onto the floor. She was a messy cook, just like his mother had been. Jerzy and Rakell chatted for fifteen minutes while the muffins baked. Soon Rakell handed him a plate with strawberries, cantaloupe and a fresh baked lemon poppy seed muffin on it. “Here. Nibble on my muffin top, Baby,” she said in a throaty seductive voice.
He laughed. “I’m happy to nibble on you wherever you’d like.”
She waved a wooden spoon at him. “Don’t start what you can’t finish.”
He bit into the warm, airy muffin. “Wow. These are really good, Rakell. Way better than mine.”
“You bake?”
“And cook.” He popped a strawberry slice into his mouth.
Rakell shook her head. “Strange, strange, strange. You must have been created in a lab by a team of horny female geneticists.”
Jerzy laughed. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman made him laugh so much. “Nah. Why is it so hard to believe I’m a decent guy who is very attracted to you and can also cook?”
“Why is it so hard for you to believe that I’m a decent woman whose attracted to you and won’t eventually run away?” she countered in a soft voice.
He smiled. “Because, Rakell, you have flour on your chin.”
VI
Rakell expected Monday morning to be awkward, seeing as she had screwed one of her students. In distressed jeans and a graphic t-shirt, Jerzy looked like just another college kid. It was a shock to see him blend in so well with the students sitting in the lecture hall. When she and Jerzy were together, she completely forgot about their differences. Now, under the fluorescent lights of reality, their difference in age, and skin color, was clear. Her heart filled with sadness, until Jerzy smiled at her from the crowd. Then the clouds in her mind parted. She began her lecture on literary devices feeling relaxed and confident. It wasn’t awkward to have her secret lover in the audience because she didn’t feel ashamed. She felt like…Like a pimp! More so, she felt meaningful. Her life had potential again now that she was aware of the pleasure to be had.
At the end of class, Jerzy strode to the front of the room. “Hey,” he said with a dreamy smile. His broad, beefy shoulders stretched his tight blue t-shirt, making Rakell’s fingers antsy.
“Hey,” Rakell grinned.
“I’m taking you to Eden tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at eight.”
Rakell’s brows bent as she wondered what Eden was. A bar? A club? An art gallery? Her face lit up once she remembered. “The garden terrace,” she smiled. Jerzy nodded, glanced desirously at her lips, and walked away as soon as other students swarmed the front of the room to speak to their professor.
“It’s so romantic here,” Rakell cooed. The reflection of the Christmas lights and the glow of the white paper lanterns glistened in her dark eyes. Flowering vines and a variety of lush green plants thrived in the small rooftop oasis. The air smelled earthy and fragrant. Jerzy kissed her temple and led her to a corner of the beautified terrace. He wore well-fitting jeans and a light pink button down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Rakell wore a yellow strapless dress. The bright color and sweetheart neckline made the dress girly and cute, but the slit up the thigh gave it some spice.
His hand at the small of Rakell’s back, he guided her toward the picnic he’d set up on the plot of grass at the corner of the terrace. A crystal pitcher of sweet sangria was in the middle of a checkered mint green blanket. Tapas-style food surrounded the burgundy pitcher: a glass bowl of shrimp and scallop ceviche, a cloth-lined basket of fresh baked tortilla chips, a plate stacked with little beef empanadas, and a dish of green olives stuffed with herbed goat cheese and wrapped in prosciutto.
“You made all this, Jerzy?”
“I used pre-made empanada dough and I bought the sangria, but everything else was from scratch. Have a seat.” They sat close on the blanket. Rakell nestled into his side. She breathed in his cologne. Jerzy took a savory empanada from the plate and fed it to her.
“Mmm! I really need to marry you, Boy. Let’s elope.” She gave him a big kiss on the cheek.
Jerzy grinned and his face warmed with a faint blush. Rakell admired his face as he poured her a cool glass of sangria. She loved how his dark lashes framed his dazzling green eyes. Her heart surged with gratitude. She laid her head on his shoulder and sighed, looking up at the canopy of dark green vines above them and at the healthy foliage around them, while her taste buds were delighted by each new bite of food. The impulse to give each other delicate kisses on the neck or on the lips was the only thing that distracted them from eating. When most of the food was done, Jerzy took Rakell’s hand and helped her stand up. He kissed the inside of her wrist. “Let’s walk around a little bit.” Side by side, an arm around each other’s waists, they took a leisurely walk around the garden, ending up at the brick banister at the edge of the roof to take in the million dollar view of the city.
Jerzy stood behind Rakell and wrapped his arms around her waist. He rested his cheek against her hair as they quietly appreciated the dreamlike glimmering of the city at night. He squeezed her softly. “I want to know your whole story, all the way up until you found yourself here in my arms.”
“It’s a looong story,” she quipped. “Over a decade longer than your story, in fact.”
“I don’t care how long the story is. I just care that it’s yours.”
Rakell’s throat became irritated with an emotional lump. She blinked away tears. She’d wished for a man to be loving, thoughtful, and attentive, but receiving that attention was uncomfortable. She still felt undeserving. Rakell swept her fingers back and forth against Jerzy’s forearm which was held across her stomach. “I was born in Texas to a controlling mother and an alcoholic father. My father left when I was six years old. Even though he was a drunk, I resented that my dad didn’t take me with him.” Rakell told Jerzy her childhood stories of loneliness, humiliation and intense shame perpetrated by the religiosity of her now estranged mother and older brother, and how her judgmental family prompted her to run away across the country, ending up in Pennsylvania.
Jerzy kissed Rakell on the shoulde
r. “You’re going to start your own family one day. All the love you missed will be returned to you twofold.”
That was exactly what Rakell’s heart ached to hear. Her fragile self-image craved more of Jerzy’s remedying words, so she he told him all about her marriage to Marshall, from naïve start to shattering finish. Jerzy listened quietly. Whenever Rakell mentioned a detail of how her ex-husband mistreated her, she felt Jerzy’s body tense behind hers, but then he would tighten his embrace of her and warm her shoulders with caresses of his hands. After Rakell finished the account, Jerzy was silent. Finally, he spoke. “You never have to feel that way again.”
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