by Rosemary Rey
“What are those feathers hanging over your bed?” He pointed to my burlesque fans, which were placed over the twin sized bed that was parallel to the wall. I decorated the bed as a day bed with a plush comforter, pillows, and a throw. The fans hung lush and full of long, white feathers with rhinestones decorating the handles. They looked like angel wings. My face flushed with the question, but figured I should answer honestly.
“Those are my burlesque fans. I used them when I danced in Vegas. They were given to me by one of the veteran dancers who taught me everything I know.” I answered, hoping that he didn’t judge me too harshly for my past. In my opinion, it’s never too soon to be honest with that information. I’m sure he realized I had experience dancing exotically when he watched me at the club. However, he never asked, but then again, we’ve been busy with other activities.
“You danced in Vegas?” He asked with incredulity in his voice, hand on his hips and the other stroking the stubble on his chiseled chin. I walked to the bag and inserted my toiletry bag into the weekender, I took a deep breath and went for it.
“Yep. I did when I was twenty. It was a good way to make a lot of money quickly. I spent a summer there with two of my friends, Chelsea being one of them. I danced in a bunch of clubs. I danced everything from go-go to burlesque—where ever I could get on the schedule. I wasn’t fully nude though. Pasties and g-string were my rule. In less than three months, I made enough to pay off my tuition at the Conservatory and transfer colleges so I could study business.” I revealed. I hoped that the speed of my revelation would reduce the sting of his potential rejection. “Is that a problem?” I asked with concern, zipping up the bag and walking with it to the front door.
“Wow . . . Not a problem. I’m trying to picture you dancing behind those fans. You’ll have to dance for me one day while using them.” He turned to me and gave me a dazzling smile. I quietly breathed a sigh of relief at his open-mindedness and returned his smile.
“Hmm. I just might.” He walked up to me and grabbed me by the hips, pulling me to his front. I could feel his erection straining in his pants. He leaned in to kiss me full on the mouth, my lips parted to let in his tongue, both our tongues intermingled, darting in and out of each other. He smelled so good and tasted even better. He smelled minty and slightly musky. I didn’t want to get in too deep with our kisses and caresses. The task was to get my things, go to his place, and spend my nights with him. I pulled away and took a deep breath. “I’ve finished packing. We can go back to your place. We get carried away the second our bodies come together. We’re like magnets trying to fuse together.”
As if testing the theory, he pulled me close and picked me up by cupping my bottom and lifting me up with his strong arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist while we kissed, and my arms snaked around his neck. He carried me to the bed and laid me down. He ground into me, demonstrating his desire, and I gasped. I stared into his remarkable dark eyes and took in a deep breath. My fingers combed through his thick wavy hair, feeling the softness of the strands. I reached up to kiss him, and pulled him toward me for a deeper kiss, losing myself in his hot, soft kiss.
When I felt the heat that usually ensued when I deeply kissed Matt, I pulled away and moved my face to keep away from the pull of his lips. “Matt, really. We can do this at your place.” But despite my words, my pelvis rocked upwards to meet him. He pulled my face gently with two fingers, looked into my eyes and grinned when my actions confirmed my desire.
“We can do it here and at my place.” He said breathlessly in between licks and nibbles of my jaw and my neck. His hands caressed my breasts through my unflattering golf shirt. My nipples pearled at his touch beneath the padded t-shirt bra. His strong fingers grasped my rib cage, and he pushed me further up the bed. My body quivered with anticipation of both. I was getting hotter by the second, and I realized we still had our jackets on.
“Is there a stronger word than ‘insatiable’ because that word would describe you perfectly.” I informed.
“You make me this way. I think about you every waking moment. I dream about you. I smell you in the air. I feel you when I take a pause. Your gasps, whimpers and moans are in my ears making me hard so often in the day that I feel like I’m going to explode. I want to replicate those thoughts, feelings and sounds every single moment I’m with you.” I felt a burst of heat at my core and moaned at his words as he pulled down my pants and underwear in one fell swoop. He laid kisses on my abdomen. I writhed because of the electric currents that flared from the places his mouth touched.
When his mouth traveled down to my mound, the current of desire caused me to rise underneath him, encouraging the course his mouth planned to travel. He raised my legs by my ankles, which were trapped by my pants and underwear, and widened my legs slightly. With hips spread open, his head traveled in between my legs, placing his mouth on my mound. I felt his bristly beard on the inside of my thighs, which created a burst of sensations that flowed from my core throughout my body. He gripped my thighs, the back of my thighs rested on his shoulders, and my calves on his back.
“You’re so wet. You want me just as bad as I want you. Don’t you?” He waited for an answer before he continued his attention to my pussy. “Am I right? Do you want me?” He asked again, holding my hips down firmer after I jerked upwards seeking attention from his mouth again. My arms rose above my head, hands gathering my hair, pushing the tendrils away from my body to reduce the heat emanating from my being.
“Yes. I want you. All the time.” I said in between intakes of breath. I felt the perspiration building on my neck and cleavage. He returned his attention to feasting on me. My hands returned to his head to encourage him to continue.
His index finger entered my cut and curve to press on my g spot. I groaned with desire. His thumb circled my clit with precise pressure. He sucked on my pussy lips. His tongue flicked on my clit and then it entered me. He alternated entering his tongue and fingers within my channel. I felt the waves of my climax about to peak. Our union was intense. I’d never felt such strong sensations and emotions from a sexual connection. He suckled my clit, my pussy quivered in orgasm, pulsing around his fingers. I arched and moaned in response. As I climaxed, I pulled my hand away from his hair and covered my mouth to silence a scream, refusing to scream in my usually quiet apartment.
He looked up at me and grinned. His mouth and chin wet with my moisture. “You were quite reserved there. Wasn’t it good enough?” He knew it was more than good.
I wiped away at the perspiration around my mouth and then forehead. Taking in a deep breath, I announced, “I’ve never had a man in this apartment. I’m not about to advertise the fact that I got thoroughly tongue fucked.” He laughed, released his grip, and moved away from between my legs. I lowered my legs onto the bed, feeling a delicious ache on my muscles.
“Stay there. I’m going to get a towel to clean you up.” I rose up on my elbows and watched him walk into the bathroom. I heard water rushing. Within a few minutes, he returned with a damp washcloth in his hand. He pushed my leg aside and wiped the warm, damp washcloth across my sex. His touch was tender and loving, much like when he bathed me last night. He pulled up my underwear over my calves and thighs. I assisted by wriggling my panties over my hips, and he did the same with my pants. I stood up off the bed to wriggle into my pants, pulling them up over my hips as he walked to the bathroom to discard the washcloth. I heard the water rush again.
“Let’s go to my place. Are you hungry?” He asked upon his return.
“I’m starving. All this sexual activity is burning a lot of calories.” He walked up to me and held me at my waist.
“Well, let’s get you fed because there will be a lot more sexual activity tonight and every day that I have you home with me.” I shivered and gave him a smile.
Matt picked up my bag and we walked out the door. From the car, he called for take-out Chinese to be delivered to the apartment. When we arrived at his place, he valeted the car, and we walked
to the concierge desk and picked up the food. Matt carried my weekend bag and attempted to also carry the takeout bag. When I attempted to grab the food bag from him, he pulled it back away from me.
“Matt, your chivalry is commendable. Your mom would be so proud, but I think I can carry at least one of those bags.”
“I’m not going to break my back with these light bags. Perla, you can just press the elevator.” He raised them over his head a few times while he smirked.
I rolled my eyes and walked ahead of him to press the elevator call button. When he arrived by my side, he leaned over and gave me a peck on the lips. My heart fluttered at his public display. The lobby wasn’t occupied with other people, but the concierge was at the desk and the valets were visible through the glass windows.
I playfully tried to grab at the carryout bag. “No. I’ll hold the bag.” He wrapped his strong arms around my upper body, ensuring that the bags not rest on my back. I felt heat rising from my neck to my cheeks.
“How long have you lived in this building?” The elevator arrived and the doors opened to reveal a load of passengers. Once they exited, we entered and he began to answer. I pressed his floor and the doors closed.
“I moved in over a year ago when I separated from my wife. I moved out of our house and I bought this place because it’s close to work.” I didn’t want to ask any further about the separation and divorce because I didn’t want to give more information about the end of my marriage. As much as I wanted to hear about what happened to his relationship, I wasn’t quite ready to give the nitty-gritty details of what went wrong with me and Ben.
“It’s a lovely building. Lots of amenities. I’m sure it’s met a lot of your needs as a busy doctor.” I responded to hide the fact that I wanted to know if he had ever lived in the apartment with his ex-wife. I would’ve liked to have known if she is still living in their house or if they sold it and split up the profits. I didn’t have the benefit of such an agreement.
When we arrived at his apartment, he pulled his keys out of his pocket and handed it to me to unlock his door. I walked ahead and unlocked the heavy metal door, holding the door for him. I hung up my things in the hall closet.
“Definitely has all I need, which is why I jumped on this unit when it came available. I have a spare key for you in my office.” He informed me as we walked into the apartment. He walked to the kitchen counter and set the food down as I locked the front door. He walked to the bedroom to set down my things. “I’m going to change out of these clothes. I’ll be right back.” He was still wearing his suit. I knew if I was overheated from our little interlude at my apartment, he certainly was consumed by the heat in a three piece suit.
I went to the kitchen to wash my hands, and set about to get plates, utensils, and placemats for our food. I removed the small containers from the bag and set them about the counter. I got myself a big glass of ice water, and I figured that I’d ask him what beverage he preferred when he came out of the bedroom. I opened the containers and set about putting forks in each so we could serve ourselves.
He walked out of the bedroom wearing a well-worn blue t-shirt, and loose fitting sweatpants that were slung on his hips. He was barefoot and stalked across the dark wood floors to the counter.
“What do you want to drink?” I asked.
“I’ll get it. Why don’t you go change and get comfortable.” He smiled at me. I would’ve liked to just eat, but I really needed to get comfortable. When I entered his bedroom, I found my bag on a luggage rack beside the dresser. I pulled out the night gown and put it by my pillow. ‘My pillow’, I’d gotten familiar very fast. I pulled out my nightgown and laid it underneath my pillow to change into when we go to bed. I retrieved a t-shirt and the black yoga pants. I removed my shoes and socks, and in one quick movement I took off my panties and pants. I peeled off my shirt. I folded everything and tucked them in a side compartment of the bag.
When I removed my bra, I cupped my heavy breasts, slowly massaging them from the day’s confinement and the heaviness from the earlier arousal. My entire body ached. I hadn’t had a good night’s rest in days. I wasn’t complaining, just reminded myself of why I was so pleasantly sore and exhausted. I put on my t-shirt as I strolled barefoot out of the bedroom and tugged it down my waist. I pulled my curls and wrapped it up and away from my neck using a hair clip.
Matt stood behind the counter, smiling at me as he served himself some food from a container. “You look beautiful.” He smiled. The heat rose to my cheeks. I put my head down and grabbed the back of the stool.
“You’re sweet, but you need to have your vision checked, Doctor.” I sat on the counter stool, and looked to serve from the containers, picking up my favorites. I made sure not to serve myself too much since it was getting very late and I didn’t want to sleep on a full stomach. I limited it to a small amount of rice, and the rest vegetables and meat.
“Do you want anything to drink, other than the water?” He nodded over at my glass.
“No, this is good. Still thirsty from teaching, so I’ll stick with water. Thank you.”
“How was class? It seemed like it was packed. There were lots of ladies walking out of the room when picked you up.”
“It’s always packed. We’re planning a second class, but I don’t have any time in my schedule to take it on, so I’m teaching my friend Keta my routine. Once she’s ready, Chelsea will schedule another class. She and I have practice on Saturday, so there won’t be much of a day off.”
“Well, I hope you get some rest for when I return.” He grinned, and I smirked.
“I’ve kept up so far.”
“That reminds me. I’ll be right back.” He walked out of the kitchen and entered a room that I believe to be his office. He spent a few minutes there and returned to the kitchen.
“Is everything okay?” I asked after swallowing the bite of food.
“Yep. I booted up my computer. I want to show you my recent health check-up results. I’m clean, so we can forego condoms, if you’re okay with that, of course.” He said hopefully. I seized up. I suddenly felt nauseas. I resisted the automatic response to drop my fork and run to the bathroom.
“Um. Don’t you think it’s a bit too soon?” I paused to find the words that sounded pragmatic. “I mean, we just started this.” Two fingers motioned between us.
“It’s never too soon to have this discussion. We’re monogamous. I’m not seeing anyone else. I don’t intend to. I hope you’re not seeing anyone else. And I hope I satisfy you enough that you don’t intend to.” He grinned to diffuse the seriousness of the conversation.
“Yes . . . I’m not . . . seeing anybody else, that is. I also don’t intend to, but it feels rushed. As is, I’ve spent all my free time with you, and I haven’t done that in a long time. I feel that just when I get comfortable with what is going on between us, you take it up a notch. I’m still reeling from you wanting me to practically move in here this week, especially when you won’t even be here.”
“I don’t want to make you do anything you’re not comfortable with. Let me just show you the report. You can make your decision at a later time. I just want you to know that you can trust me to be safe for you because I trust that you’ll be safe for me. I have really strong feelings for you and I really want to see where this goes. I’m not asking you to marry me. I’m asking for you to spend time with me. If it’s too much, I’ll step back. Why not enjoy this?” He imitated my two-finger-swing between us.
I took time to think. “I’ll look at the report. I’ll consider it. I just want to be honest and tell you that I’m not quite ready to go there—without the condom.” I nervously picked at my food.
“That’s fair. I understand.” He gently rubbed my back with his large hand and pulled me over for a hug. He kissed my temple. I turned my head to face him. He is such a beautiful man. I reached out to touch his cheek, caressing the hollow of his dimple, and I gave him a kiss on the lips.
He pulled away. “Eat. You’re h
ungry. I should’ve brought it up after dinner.” He continued eating his food, and wanting to please him, I ate with more zest.
When we finished, I stood to put away the dishes. I closed the containers of the remaining food, and stored them in the fridge. I cleaned up the dishes, washing the plates, utensils and cups, and wiping off the counter. He watched me from the counter quietly observing, his arms crossed. I saw the grin on his face.
“What?”
“What do you mean, ‘What’?”
“You’re grinning like the Cheshire Cat.”
“I like seeing you in the kitchen, taking care of business. You don’t have to clean up. Glynnis will be here tomorrow, but yet, you do. And I like it.”
“Not everyone relies on ‘help’ to take care of simple chores. I like being in the kitchen, cooking, and cleaning. I’ve always done it, and I don’t think I’ll ever change.”
“I don’t want you to. Most women would love to have ‘help’, but the reason I like you is that you aren’t most women. And you’re definitely not like the women I’ve been with in the past.” I took a moment to digest that while drying my freshly washed hands. I folded the towel and laid it on the counter beside the sink.
Matt came up behind me and placed his hands on my hips, pulling my behind toward his groin. “Come with me to my office.” He whispered. With his hands on my hips, he pulled me toward his office. He removed his hands from my hips, and sat on his leather office chair. I hadn’t been in his office before.
While seated, he turned to face me, took my wrist in his hand and gently pulled me toward him. He motioned with his free hand to sit on his lap, and I willingly sat side saddle. He swiveled us to align with the large computer screen. His desk was immaculate with only the large screen, wireless keyboard, and wireless mouse. He clicked around the screen for a bit until the screen displayed a lab report. I looked at the date, and realized he did the blood work on Saturday.