Rebound

by Rosemary Rey

  Matt stood still, watching me as I walked back toward him, his hands at his side. I reached up to his collar and slid my hands under his jacket, sliding it over his shoulders, and tugging his jacket over his broad shoulders and down his muscular arms. The jacket dropped to his feet. I walked around him, looking at his tall, muscular body standing before me.

  “Do you know what the first thing I noticed about you when you walked in to your exam room?”

  “No. What?” He said softly, as he turned his head to look down at me.

  I glided my hands over his strong back and came back around to stand in front of him. “Your chest. It was the first thing I saw when you walked in. You wore a shirt similar to this, fitting your body perfectly. It’s my third favorite thing about your body.” I reached up to the top button of the button down shirt and started to undo the buttons.

  “Third? What comes first?” He asked.

  “I’ll get to that.” I continued to slowly unbutton his shirt, revealing the strong muscles that it hid. No undershirt, which reduced the amount of clothing that I planned to remove. “I have a request.” He listened intently, as I pulled up the shirt tail from the confines of his pants, Matt reached for his belt buckle. “No. I don’t need you to help. Keep your arms to your sides.” I kissed his neck. I tiptoed up to kiss his chin. He leaned down to give me better access. “I’d like for you not to wear these button down shirts when you pick me up from work. If you can wear a t-shirt, I’d have better access to touching your chest, feel your skin, and stroke your back when I hug you. It takes too long to take these off, and you don’t want me to rip the buttons off your nice shirts, do you?” With my cheek pressed to his chin, I could feel him clenching his teeth as he tried to stop himself from touching me.

  I undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. I half unzipped his jeans, just enough to pull out the rest of his shirt tail and undo the last two buttons. I took his right hand and unbuttoned the cuff of his wrist. I kissed the back of his hand and massaged his fingers. I slowly kissed his fingers individually, and gave a lick to his index finger. I heard him gasp as I took his finger inside my mouth and sucked down to the knuckle. He leaned over to kiss me, catching the side of my mouth. I released his finger with one final suck, and placed his hand back at his side. I reached over to the left arm and uncuffed his shirt, pulling the shirt completely off of him, and letting it fall to the floor.

  I touched his bare chest, running my fingers through his groomed hair, feeling the soft salt and pepper chest hair. I kissed a trail around his chest. I licked his nipple, feeling him shudder under my licks and finger touching his free nipple. I gently bit his nipple, kissed and licked to suppress any pain. He moaned his pleasure as I licked the other nipple, feeling the goosebumps that were raised by my caresses.

  I walked around his body, and he waited for my next action. With my fingertips, I lightly grazed his back, feeling the muscles twitch underneath. I walked up to his body and gave him a light hug from behind, placing my head to his back. I felt his heart beating strong and fast, his breath jagged, and he cleared his throat. “Shhh. This is my fourth favorite part of your body. Your back is so strong. I can how it flexes when you pick me up. And when you sit at the edge of the bed, I just want to hold you, press my breasts to you back, wrap my legs around your waist, listen to your breath and your heart beat, and never let you go--just like I’m doing now.” I planted soft kisses all over each of his shoulder blades. He leaned into my warm kisses. I proceeded to kiss down his spinal column until I reached down to the waistband of his jeans. I felt him quiver and sway. I stopped and allowed him to steady himself.

  I stood behind him, and reached in front of him and pulled the zipper all the way down. I placed my hands into his boxers, staying away from his cock, and held his warm hips. I didn’t dare touch him there for fear that we’d both lose control. I wanted to linger on his body for as long as he’d let me. I walked back to the front of his body and got down on my knees. I touched his right calf and gently tugged to signal him to lift so I could remove his shoe. He complied and allowed me to remove his shoe and then his sock. I repeated the same with his left.

  Once his pants were off, I steadied myself on his legs by placing my hands on the side of his thighs and rose my body snuggly up his body, pressing my cloth covered breasts up his thigh, his groin, his stomach, and chest—wiggling my full breasts on his naked chest. His breathing was ragged. I tiptoed up to kiss him deeply and longingly. I grabbed him at the neck and snaked my fingers through his hair. Our tongues darted and rolled together in each other’s mouths. He groaned his excitement. I felt his muscles twitch and his arms started to move toward my body, and I pulled away.

  “Keep your hands to your sides, babe. Patience.”

  “Perla, you have to go to work soon. Time is ticking. I’m going to explode outside of you. I want you . . . now.” He growled.

  “We would’ve had more time, if you didn’t have that call. I’m not in any rush for this.” I clutched at his hard penis. He gasped and I could detect a low groan.

  “So you’re punishing me for working?” His lip curled in annoyance.

  “Does this really feel like a punishment?” I slid my hands into his waistband and pulled his jeans over the hump of his ass. I adjusted his jeans over his cock, still contained in his boxers, so I could lower the jeans in the front. I slid the jeans down to his mid thighs. Placing my hand on his waist, I squatted down, pulling his jeans past his knees, down his calves. I put my hand on the back of his right knee and prompted him to lift out of the pant leg. I repeated with the left leg. I stood up slowly and pressed my body to him again, but this time, I didn’t kiss him. I walked around to his back again.

  “Do you want to know what my fifth favorite thing about you?”

  “My dick?” He said with a note of agitation.

  “No.” I whispered, as I tugged at the waist band of his boxers and began to pull it down over his ass. I caressed the soft skin of his taut cheeks. I gently ran my nails over his buttocks, and he jerked a bit under my touch. “Your ass. I love grabbing at your ass as you pump into me. I love when my feet rest on your ass, pulling you, encouraging you to keep fucking me.” He groaned.

  I heard him whisper, ‘shit’. His hands reached to clench my hands onto his ass. “Off. No touching or I will go even slower.” He whimpered as his hands went back to his sides.

  I pulled down his boxers over his penis and slid it down his leg. I lowered myself along with his boxers and kissed his ass, and took a little nip. I rose up and reached for his cock and felt his swollen member. I wrapped my hand around it and lightly stroked along his length. He groaned at my touch and his cock pulsed. An errant ‘fuck’ hung in the air. As I gripped his impressive size, I moaned at how I affected him. I kissed his back and pressed in close to feel his warmth, my arms wrapped around his pelvis.

  “On to my second favorite things about you. You’re dick.”

  “Second?” He turned his head to look at me incredulously. I smiled.

  “Second. It gives me pleasure. It’s made me come many, many times. It is longer and bigger than I could’ve ever imagined fitting inside of me. I love kissing it . . . sucking it . . . jerking it.” I pumped my fist up and down his length slowly with my right hand. With my left hand I cupped his heavy sack. I pressed my breasts and groin on his back. He leaned into my body as I stroked and caressed him. Not wanting to drive him over the edge, I slowed my jerking to a stop. I released him, and he loudly groaned his disappointment. He moved to touch himself. “No touching, Matt. I will leave you standing here.” My command caused him to move his arm back to his side.

  I walked back to his front, looking at his naked body from his toes to his eyes. We stared into each other’s eyes, and I could feel a little quake in my belly. I was beyond wet and ready for him. I couldn’t believe I had this spectacular specimen of a man, naked before me, letting me play with his body. I placed my fingertips on his shoulders and lightly ran them down the le
ngth of his strong arms until I reached his hands.

  “The most favorite part of your body that I’ve not stopped thinking about since I walked out of your office are your hands.

  “My hands?” He asked skeptically. I entwined my fingers in his. His hands dwarfed mine. They felt strong. I could feel the electric connection that we share.

  “Yes. The first thing that I remember was the electric feeling from your handshake at the end of my office visit. . .”

  “Not the initial handshake?”

  “The first handshake wasn’t memorable because I don’t like going to the doctor’s office. The second handshake was the best. Your hands are so big and your fingers are long and thick. I figured it was a great indicator of your penis size.” He laughed.

  “That’s a myth.”

  “Well, it’s true in your case.” I winked and flashed him a smile. “Your grasp is firm, but there’s a softness too. You have an awareness that as a woman, I shouldn’t be manhandled. At the club, you grabbed my arm with this hand, but you weren’t rough, just commanding. It was just enough to grab my attention and remind me of the connection I had in your office. You held my hand as we walked down the stairs at the club like a lover. You held me gently, but possessively, as we walked through the crowd. These hands took care of me when I got hurt, stitching me up, and bringing me here, to your home. I can’t get enough of your caresses. I crave your hands when they aren’t touching me. The last memory of your hand was when you fingered me in your car. I dreamt about your hand all night.”

  “Then why have you been pushing them away?” He asked breathily.

  “Because these hands, being my most favorite thing about you, make me lose control of my senses. And right now, I want all the control.” I kissed him, holding his arms at his sides while our fingers continued to lace around each other’s.

  I pulled away from his consuming kiss. I lowered myself to squat before his cock. I pulled my right hand out of his grasp and fisted his cock, licking the tip, and taking him into my mouth. He groaned. I pumped him while sucking. As I sucked and licked his length, pumping with my fist, I felt him sway and adjust his stance. I planned on sucking him dry, but thought better of it.

  I released him from my mouth. I slowly stood up and kissed his neck. I left a trail of kisses on his chin until I reached his mouth, and slipped my tongue into his willing mouth. I put my hand on the back of his neck, running my fingers through his soft waves, and pulling him deeper into me. I moaned my excitement for him. I was more than ready to have him inside of me, but I wasn’t quite ready to let him off the hook. I pulled away and took his hand, leading him toward his bedroom.

  The curtains were already open, the overcast day didn’t bring the sunlight of yesterday. His room was neat and tidy, smelled fresh and clean.

  “Lay in the middle of the bed.” I instructed. I was comfortable telling him what to do, and surprisingly, he obliged. I would never have been able to demand the same things of Ben. He always needed control. I never knew that I held any kind of power, and Matt seemed okay with relinquishing control.

  “I want to watch you stroke yourself while I take off my clothes.”

  “Perla, I’m almost over the edge, I don’t think I can do that without losing it.”

  “Matt, I know you can. Put a condom on and jerk, baby. Please.” With that final demand, he leaned over and got a condom from the drawer. He ripped it open with his mouth as he jerked with one hand. He slipped the condom over his long girth and continued to slowly fist himself as I watched.

  I started pulling off my collared shirt over my waist, but before taking it off, I watched him pleasuring himself. “You’re so sexy, Matt. I’m so ready for you. I’ve been ready for you since you dropped me off last night. And this morning when I found you waiting for me, I thought I would come right there. I’ve never felt like that before.” I pulled the shirt over my head, as he watched.

  “Hurry, Perla.” He let go of his dick, writhing on the bed.

  “Matt, stroke.” I watched as his hands went back and tugged his cock, and then cupped his sack. I kicked off my slip on shoes and with my toes I pulled off my ankle socks. He watched me as I unbuttoned my pants, slowly pushing them over my hips, and down my legs. I pulled one leg out of the pants, one at a time and left the jeans in a puddle on the floor.

  I reached behind me, releasing my heavy breasts from my lacy black bra. I dropped the bra on the floor as I grasped by naked breasts in my hands and squeezed them as he watched. He groaned and closed his eyes as he started jerking faster.

  “Eyes on me. Don’t come, Matt.”

  “You’re killing me.” He retorted. I smiled.

  I turned around, showing him the lacy back of my black panties. I hooked my thumbs on the elastic band of the panties and pulled them down, swaying my hips seductively from side to side. I heard him gasp. I pulled the panties from each ankle and tossed it at him. I watched him as he grabbed it and pulled it to his nose, taking a deep whiff of my scent.

  I looked at the time on his bedside clock. The time was 3:52 p.m. We would have to be on the road by 4:40 to get to my shift on time. I walked toward the foot of the bed and stalked slowly up his body, touching his legs. I pressed my body up his hard body. He touched my naked skin, goosebumps presenting itself all over my body, and I felt a deeper desire wave in my cut. His cock was hard on my groin. I straddled him, resting my swollen clit on his thick, hard shaft. I kissed him deeply, and said, “Now, you can fuck me whichever way you want.”

  His eyes grew big, as they had at the club when I told him he could take me home and ‘fuck’ me. Immediately, I was tossed backwards onto my back. My body shuddered with anticipation. My head by the foot of the bed, my legs widened to allow him better access, and he entered a long finger. After confirming my wetness, he quickly inserted his hard length into my cut. He pumped into me with a fervor that I never experienced before. With his strong hands, he cupped my ass and held me close as he rammed into me.

  “Fuck, Perla. I don’t want to come yet. I don’t want to take you this way.”

  “Take me as you want me, Matt.” He buried his head in my neck and slowed down. He sucked and bit at my neck.

  “Don’t mark me, Matt.”

  “Your fault for making me take you hard.”

  “Your fault for picking me up late.”

  “So it was a punishment.” He looked into my eyes.

  “I don’t think anyone’s suffering.” I kissed him, sucking his bottom lip as I writhed up and down. He lifted up on his hands. His pumping and my writhing matched rhythmically. I put one hand on his shoulder and the other on his ass, pulling him to take me deeper. He closed his eyes. The determination in his face, clenched teeth and flexed neck muscles, showed his resolve to slow down his inevitable climax. Our joining was slow and sensual. I felt myself get wetter, the waves of pleasure collected in my mound, and I kept my writhing rhythmic to push me over the edge. I cried out when the ripples of orgasm coursed through me, I was surprised that I had come for the second time in my life while he was on top of me.

  My scream must have given him renewed vigor because he put his arms underneath my knees, widening me for deeper entry, and began thrusting forcefully, grunting his pleasure. “You’re so fucking tight and wet. You feel so good.” He slowed down and pulled out until the head was at my entrance. He slid in and out slowly a few times, watching our coupling. I watched him and reveled in his ecstasy face. He entered me, pushing in to the root, feeling him push at my cervix. I arched my back seeking my fill of him.

  His arms tighten around my legs and his legs widened under my buttocks, and he reared back then furiously thrust. My hands grabbed at his knees, as I clenched my pussy around him, drawing out his pleasure. I felt him spasm in orgasm, and I clasped my folds around him to drag out his climax. I felt his arms weaken, releasing my knees. My legs lowered, and he lay on my left side. I looked at him, glistening from the heat generated by our bodies. I was in awe of him and his ab
ility to satisfy me so easily. I couldn’t enjoy the afterglow of our passion. I gave him a few minutes to recover.

  Matt pushed himself up, gave me a full kiss, and slipped out of me. I winced at his withdrawal He stood up and went to the bathroom. I rose from the bed and saw the time, 4:22 p.m. I went around the room and gathered my clothing. I wouldn’t have the time to shower or the clean underwear to change into. I went out to the other bath to clean up and get dressed. I felt a little awkward having great sex and leaving, but there was a speck of pride that I could get a man to desire me. I controlled him and now I’m leaving him to think about me, about us.

  When I exited the bathroom, Matt was redressing himself with the discarded clothing I’d left in the living room after underdressing him. He looked at me and asked, “Are you okay?”

  “Yes. I’m great. What about you?” I smiled sheepishly.

  “I’d be better if I didn’t have to drive you to work and we could spend the afternoon in bed.” I walked up to him, cupped his face in my hands and gazed into his eyes, and kissed him.

  “I’m sorry. However, we’ve just proven that we can be pretty creative under time pressure.” I winked as I walked to the table for my jacket and satchel.

  He buttoned up his shirt and tucked it in his pants before zipping, buttoning and buckling his belt. He remained quiet as he put on his jacket. He walked over to me and grabbed me at my waist, pulling me close to his body, my back to his front and his head fell to mine. He hugged me tight to him. Suddenly, I felt insecure. For as much pleasure as I derived from controlling him, I felt guilt for using him for my pleasure. I’m like a different woman when we’re naked, but when we’re dressed, I didn’t know how to conduct myself with him. The uncertainty of what ‘this’ is, was or could be caused me anxiety.