Rebound

by Rosemary Rey

“When did you take the blood test?” I asked wanting confirmation.

  “I took the test on Saturday when I went into the hospital. I asked for a full work up because I wanted you to know that I’m in the clear.”

  “Well, how do you know I’m in the clear?” Forgetting a previous conversation that he has access to all of my medical records.

  “Perla, I saw your record at the appointment. I know that you’re clean. You were tested a month ago when you visited your OB/GYN. You had the same testing and all were clear. Do you want me to pull up your record so you can compare the results between us?”

  “No, that’s not necessary.” I whispered as I reviewed again all the ‘negative’ responses to each sexually transmitted diseases. I’d never had to have this type of discussion with a man before. I turned to him and gave him a deep kiss, licking the seam of his lips for my tongues entry. It was so thoughtful that he was concerned for my safety and trust by taking the test before our first sexual encounter. I was aroused by him wanting to feel me bare, and I wanted to feel him come inside of me.

  We kissed longingly, my fingers combing through his hair and massaging his neck, as his hands caressed my waist down to my ass. Our breathing became more ragged with the intensity of our kisses. Without tearing away from our embrace, he put his arm under my legs, his other arm remained at my waist, and he rose up from the chair with me in his arms. He walked us toward the door and into the living room. I pulled my lips away from his, and whispered, “I’m just not ready yet to go bare. Can we use condoms for a bit longer?” I whispered, hopeful.

  He gave me a small smile, his eyes were heavy lidded, and he breathed in deeply before he responded in a gentle tone. “Sure. Whatever you want. I just want you.” My heart swelled. The heat rose to my cheeks. I fought back tears from brimming to the surface.

  “Thank you.” I gave him a peck on the lips. We reached his room and he laid me on the bed. I reached my hand up to his waist to pull him to me. My hand slid down to his sweatpants and felt the soft skin of his buttocks. “Mmm. Commando. Great minds think alike.” I tugged down my Yoga pants, showing off my pelvis. We laughed. He groaned as he settled between my legs and kissed me as he held himself up on his forearms.

  Matt pulled away from my mouth and looked at me with dark, needy eyes. “We don’t have to do anything tonight, if you don’t want to. I don’t want to pressure you. I know I’m asking for a lot, but I’ve never felt so certain about wanting a woman as I do you. Just having you here is enough.”

  We didn’t have sex. We made love. I was convinced that it was love and not lust. After putting on a condom, we slowly enjoyed each other’s bodies. He was gentle and loving. Not only did our bodies express our desire for each other, but we looked into each other’s eyes during our lovemaking, straight into each other’s soul. His gaze, breath, and touch embedded in my heart, and I immediately knew that I was ‘in love’. And that thought didn’t completely fill me with joy, dread was the other emotion that lingered just in the outskirts of my heart. I was sure, in the deepest recesses of my heart that if he broke my heart, unlike with Ben, I would be irreparably destroyed.

  ***

  We settled into a comfortable routine for the next two days. We’d awaken, have hot, passionate sex, and get ready side by side. I’d make us breakfast. He’d drive me to work. At the end of my shift, he’d transport me to the Inn or pick me up late from my class. At that late hour, we’d get take out for dinner, or he’d buy me something to eat for my shift at the Inn. When it was time for bed, we’d have ravaging, hot sex, and fall into a deep and exhaustive sleep. I felt there was never enough time together and when we were together, we’d want to spend every moment entangled in each other’s bodies. I couldn’t get enough, and he gave me every indication that he felt he couldn’t be without me.

  It had only been a few days of our getting together, but I’d forgotten how monotonous, and lonely, my routine had been. I was going to miss him profoundly. I was starting to realize how much I liked to be taken care of. How much I needed to be wanted. Waking up with him and going to sleep together at night became essential for my mood. I was ‘happy’ at work, but everyone commented that I seemed to be in the clouds. I couldn’t disagree. I floated.

  I resisted thinking about being without him for a few days while he was overseas. Specifically, I resisted thinking of all the doomsday thoughts: plane crash; he’d meet another woman in Spain and stay forever; he’d realize that he wasn’t as into me once we were apart and he’d had a few days to review our time together. I forced myself to enjoy the time together. If this is all I get with him, then I would live the rest of my life being fulfilled by the experience and the knowledge that I’d had a great week with him.

  On Thursday, the day he was due to leave for his business trip to Spain, I’d awoken early to pack my things to take back home. I couldn’t sleep. I tried not to toss and turn throughout the night because I wanted him to have his rest. I watched him sleep for a little while. He looked so peaceful. Could he look even more handsome sleeping? His flight wasn’t till the evening, but I’d kept my shift at the Inn, so I wouldn’t see him all day. Once I packed, I placed my bag at the front door. Despite his offer for me to stay at his luxurious apartment, I’d decided that I didn’t want to stay here. I needed to break out of the bubble we’d created and get back to reality. I had my own place. I’d neglected to stay at my studio since Sunday morning. I felt like I was taking advantage of his generosity, and quite frankly, his wealth.

  We’d never discussed money, other than him telling me that he was willing to share it with me while we were together, but I knew that he was wealthy. At work, I did an internet search to see how much he paid for his apartment, and found out he closed on it for over two million dollars. He drives an almost one hundred thousand dollar SUV, which is one of three luxury cars. He revealed that he owns a house on the Cape of Massachusetts and one in Southern Maine with his sister, which they bought from their parents, whom reside in the house during the Summer. When I’d asked which hotel he’d be staying at in Madrid, he informed me that he was staying at his own apartment, which he’d purchased five years ago. I felt my economic-self-esteem shrink with each tally of his possessions. I estimated the value, not just at purchase, but taxes and upkeep and it was a s shit-load of investments. The business woman in me applauded how he managed his money and made wise investments. I shuddered to think what his investment portfolio would be like.

  He never made me feel beneath his status, but I couldn’t allow myself to get accustomed to his lifestyle. While he accepted me and my lower income and multiple jobs, I’ve yet to meet his parents, sister and her family, or his friends, whom I gathered from our discussions are all wealthy. If they don’t approve of me, then I figured he would follow the consensus and end our relationship. I consistently shook off the feelings of inferiority and remind myself to enjoy it while it lasts. This may be a rebound, but I’m determined to make it the best and most satisfying rebound ever.

  I made coffee, heating the soy milk that Matt bought me yesterday. I didn’t have much of an appetite. The nervous flutters in my belly caused me to feel fluctuating waves of nausea. When I finished stirring the sugar I put in my coffee, I took a much needed sip. I jumped with fright when I heard his voice.

  “Any for me?” He walked up and stood close behind me.

  “Hi. I didn’t want to wake you.” I turned to give him a kiss on his lips.

  “I see you packed.” He nodded to my weekender bag sitting by the door. “I wish you’d reconsider and stay here.”

  “Matt, we’ve been through this. But even if I were to stay here, I’ve got to go home and get more clothes. Wash these. I have my own place, and I figure for the rent I’m paying, I should spend at least a few nights a week there.”

  “You could also move in here with me.” He said cavalierly. My heart leapt and panic arose.

  I looked at him dumbstruck. “Matt. I know you feel comfortable saying these things so
soon, but you really shouldn’t. I’ll pretend that was never said.”

  “You can pretend, but I don’t regret what I said. And I mean it.” He shrugged. “I want . . .” I put my hands over my ears and hummed loudly, drowning the words that he was forming. He grasped my wrists and gently pulled them down. “Okay. Too soon. I get it, but you could at least take the car and drive yourself home to get more clothes and come back here to stay. You can also wash those clothes here. You know I have a washer and dryer.”

  “We both can argue till the cows come home and neither of us will change our minds.” I quieted and leaned in to put my head on his chest. “I’m going to miss you.” We stood quietly, holding each other. His forehead pressed to mine, our soft breathes blowing gently on each other’s faces.

  “Come back to bed. It’s so early. You left me alone in a big, cold and empty bed. I missed your warm body. I don’t like waking up that way.” He held my wrist and prompted me to follow him to his room. I felt nervous. My heart fluttered with worry that this was the last time. My heart ached already missing him. I felt pressure to leave him with the best sexual experience so he could have a memory to revel in.

  As if I became another woman, I commanded, “Take off your boxers. Lie down in the middle of the bed.” I wanted to drive him crazy. With an arched brow and grin, he looked at me with surprise at my controlling tone. My self-assuredness pushed aside my fears. I wanted to drive him crazy. I went to his closet and came back with a silky tie. I found him exactly as I instructed. His eyes trained on me.

  “What are . . .” He began to ask before I shushed him.

  “Do you trust me?” I asked, looking him straight in the eyes as he looked between my hand holding the tie and my eyes.

  “Implicitly.” He grinned.

  “Put your arms up.” He did as I asked, raising his arms up and putting his wrists together. I straddled his chest. I watched him inhale the scent of my arousal as I wove the fabric around the ornate wood headboard. I entangled his wrists with the length of the fabric, loose enough not to damage his talented hands. “Is that too tight?” I asked looking into his eyes.

  He licked his lips and a hoarse, whispered response of “no” escaped from his mouth. I smiled and gave him a kiss on the lips. When his tongue tried to part my mouth, seeking my tongue, I pulled back looking at his handsome face. He attempted to lean forward, mouth sensually parted and eyes heavy lidded, willing for me to bring my mouth back to his. It exhilarated me to see his gorgeous face full of desire for me.

  “I’ve been thinking about doing this to you for days now. But I thought about blindfolding you too. I won’t do that this time because I want you to watch me, please you. I want to see every emotion in your eyes. That is, if you can keep your eyes open. And Matt, I want your eyes open.” His chest heaved with desire. I rested my hands on his chest and with my nose I nudged his neck up, exposing his neck to accept my kisses and licks. His muscles flexed as he groaned under my caress.

  “I want you to know that I’ve never done this with another man before. I’ve had a lot of first-time experiences with you. Whatever I do to you from here on out is something I may have read or watched, but had never had the courage to do. You make me feel sexy . . . desirable . . . wanted . . . and needed . . . which has given me the courage to act on my fantasy.” I said as I kissed, licked, and sucked on his caramel colored puckered nipples. “But if at any point, you don’t want to do anything I’m doing to you, which is never meant to bring you pain or you are in pain, all you have to do is say ‘feather’. Do you understand?” He nodded with ragged breath, his wide chest heaving, and his muscles contracting in the binds. I felt him buck up. I moved back down to his groin feeling his hardened penis between my panty-covered cut.

  “God, you’re so hard.” I felt him wriggle and writhe up seeking release from his growing desire. “I need to make sure Matt. If you aren’t comfortable with anything I do, what word do you use to stop me?” I asked hoping he paid attention to my directions.

  “Feather.” He responded correctly.

  “I want to bring you pleasure, which in turn satisfies me. I think I know how to do that for you. I know you like to control a lot of things, but sometimes it’s okay to turn over power to someone else. That being me, of course.” I winked at him and smiled. He smiled slightly, his eyes glazing over and his lids were heavy lidded. He swallowed hard and his muscles twitched.

  I rose up off his body. His eyes showed his shock at my leaving the bed. With his eyes, he pleaded for me to return to him. I crossed my arms in front of me and grasped the bottom of my nightgown. I lifted my arms and slowly pulled it over my torso. The elastic empire waist caused my breasts to bounce and scrap over my sensitive, hardened nipples. I heard a little gasp escape from his mouth. I smiled at him and dropped my gown on the floor.

  Instead of pulling down my black lace panties, I placed both hands around the seam of my panties. His eyes widened and he licked his dry lips once more. “I wonder what you would do if you weren’t tied up. Would you rip my panties off of me, Matt?” He groaned and swallowed hard, his legs coming together, hips turning over, his penis shifting, his sack tightening into his body. I waited for a response. He swallowed waiting for me to react. I calmly asked again, “Matt, would you rip them off of me?” I shrugged a shoulder.

  “Uhh. Baby, yes.” He whispered. And with that response, I ripped the panties easily. The fabric fell limply, revealing the trimmed pubic haired ‘v’ of my mound. My hands went to my other hip, gathered the fabric on the other side of the seam and ripped. I parted my legs and the fabric fell easily on the floor. At the reveal, he groaned and bucked. His dick twitched with need.

  I touched his strong, muscular legs with the tips of my fingers, running it from his quad down to his shin, his legs shaking under my soft touch. I looked at his body from his tied up wrists, to his beautiful face, down to the hardened nipples of his groomed, muscular chest, to his pulsating cock. His legs twitching as I walked around to the foot of the bed.

  “You look so beautiful lying there for me. Your body is amazing. Just like on Sunday when I had you on your back, waiting for me as you touched yourself. I pictured you like this then.” He groaned. His patience was commendable, and he will be richly rewarded. I walked around to the other side of him. His head turning, watching my every movement, as instructed. I climbed on to the bed from my claimed side. I touched him and he shuddered.

  I looked into his eyes and pushed the wavy tendrils that fell across his forehead, sliding my fingertips down the side of his face, feeling a small current of electricity from his stubble. I leaned down to kiss and lick his neck, kneeling over him, and my arms on either side without straddling him. I removed the hair clip, which kept my long, curly hair in a French twist. I shook my long, thick tendrils, and let them cascade around my shoulders, and down to my breasts. My hair tickled him as I trailed kisses and licks down his strong chest. I heard him take in a deep breath, inhaling the flowery scent of my shampooed hair. I placed my mouth on his tiny, light brown nipple. My tongue flicked up and down causing him to writhe and grunt his pleasure. I gently dragged my tongue and kissed to the other nipple, giving it the same attention as the left, eliciting the same reaction. His free legs bent at the knees lifting slightly off the bed seeking release.

  I made my way down his ripped abdomen, kissing each curve and edge as I made my way down to his Adonis belt. My fingertips gently explored his indentations, curves, and edges. When I reached his pelvis, I ran my nails gently on his trimmed pubic hair. The heady smell of his manhood aroused me, making my mouth water, wanting his cock inside my mouth. I shook my hair to drape over his hard dick. He groaned and bucked gently. My hair prickled his thighs as I went further down. I gently pushed his thighs open to let me in between his legs, adjusting myself in between his muscular legs. I laid my torso on his thighs.

  I stroked his length gently with my hands. Seeing the pre-cum on the tip, my mouth salivated to taste him. I brought his eng
orged penis to my mouth, licked around the tip of his head. Our eyes locked as I pleasured him with licks and suckles. My fingers curved around the base, gently massaging his girth. I removed him from my mouth and licked the underside from stem to stern. He groaned. My hands cupped his sack, gently squeezing, as I returned to suck on his swollen cock. I took him as deep as I could, feeling his head hit the back of my throat. The juices from his cock and my saliva melded. I pulled back a bit to swallow the excess. I’d always hated swallowing, but with him, I can’t get enough of his body, juices, smell, and touch. I desired everything about him.

  After a few seconds of sucking and jerking his cock, I sensed his impending orgasm through his bucks, moans, and loud groans. I stopped and rose up from resting on his thighs. I knelt before him, looking into each other’s eyes as we both caught our breaths. I traced the muscles of his thighs with both of my hands. His feet were on either side of my legs, and slid up and down my lower legs, satisfying his need to touch without the use of his hands.

  “You’re so fucking sexy.” I told to him. I leaned over and stalked over his body. My nipples trailed up his abdomen. I reached over to his bed side table and opened to get a condom from the drawer. Once I obtained the foil packet, I ripped it open with my mouth and removed the rubber. I took his shaft and rolled the condom over his pulsating length until I reached the base.

  “I don’t want you to come, Matt. Can you do that for me?” I asked, knowing it would be impossible.

  “No.”

  “Matt, if you don’t come and let me come first, I will let you take me whichever way you want when I release you.”

  “Perla, I don’t think I can. I’m going to fuckin’ explode here.” He said with baited breath.

  “Well then, I’m going to start getting myself close to coming, and you’ll just have to watch. Then I’ll ride you until I actually come. After that, I’ll release you to fuck me. And Matt? I want you to fuck me hard.” He grunted loudly at my play by play.