by Various
Home? Oh yeah, where I live. I feel my disappointment, but then chastise myself. Okay. Home.
"Yeah, do you remember? It's over on Hudson Street."
He puts a hand on my knee and squeezes. This time jolts of energy fly though me. I try not to jump.
"Hudson it is." He starts the car and drives out of the parking lot.
Trying to calm my nerves, I take some deep breaths. I have never had a kiss that buckled my knees. My heart is still racing, and at the same time I am trying my hardest to cover my let down. It's all too much, I feel like my heart is going to explode.
I count backwards from ten a few times. I feel his hand squeeze my thigh again. This time I do jump.
"Hey. Are you okay?" Ryan's voice pierces my jumbled thoughts.
"Yeah. Yeah. I'm okay. Just—" What the hell do I say? Holy shit, you buckled my knees and now you’re dropping me off at my house?
"Yeah, I know the feeling," he says as his hand slips behind my head and caresses my neck and ear. Tingles race down my spine from his touch.
I look up in time to see my driveway. "Oh, here. Park anywhere." I start fishing for my keys.
Ryan pulls into the lot, parks, and jumps out of the car just as I find the keys. As he opens the door for me, I step out, uncertain. Before I can even take a breath, Ryan has his hands on my head and his mouth is bearing down on mine. Oh!
Sucking in a breath, I kiss him back. As I reach to grab his hair I feel my keys press into the side of his head.
"Oh, God. I'm sorry," I say, pulling away, hoping I didn't smack him upside the head with my heavy keys. Damn it.
He stops and grins at me. "Come on," he growls. "Let's get you inside."
Oh. My. God. My heart feels like it stopped. He wants to come inside with me. I barely feel my feet on the ground. Gathering my purse, I take a hold of his hand and lead the way. Not wanting to wait for the elevator, we take the stairs. He looks around as I unlock the door.
"Nice place," Ryan says, as he walks inside. He turns and watches me walk down the hall.
"Yeah, right. Is this the part where you compliment me to death and ask for a tour so you can see the bedroom?" This comes out more sarcastically than I intended.
"Whoa! Talk about sexually aggressive!" He grabs me and throws me against the wall. "I don't need to see the bedroom," he growls in my ear.
Holy shit. I am instantly wet—again. My legs are weak and I am vaguely aware that he is holding me up. I feel myself sliding down the wall. His hands tighten their grip on me and I recover my leg strength.
"Jesus, Ryan. You sure know how to show a lady a good time." He’s kissing my neck and I tilt my head up giving him free access.
"You smell so sweet." He murmurs into my hair. My hands slide up the wall above my head and my feet inch their way apart. They seem to be moving on their own accord. Who am I to stop them?
Ryan's hands slide down my body as his kisses become more urgent. I feel his hand on my hip and my insides explode once again. I need this man naked, right now.
Frantically, I claw at his shirt and almost rip it off. His jacket has already been discarded somewhere. My feet, now leading him to the back, know exactly where to go.
With his shirt off and thrown on the floor in the hall, he stands in my bedroom, panting.
"Wait."
I freeze. "What?"
"Do you have any—" He looks at me, his eyes hooded, the restraint obvious on his face.
"Oh! Yes. I think I do have condoms." I laugh. Good thing I didn't throw those away!
For a moment, Ryan doesn't move. He just stands there, breathing heavily, looking at me. I take a moment to fully appreciate what’s standing in my bedroom.
His pants hang off his hips, his muscles bulge from his chest, shoulders, and arms, he looks unbelievably sexy. He’s definitely in shape but not an I-Am-Obsessed-With-My-Abs in shape, just enough to show he cares about himself. His hair is tussled, his eyes dark and yearning. He runs a hand through his hair and takes a deep breath.
"Jesus, Nora. You are beautiful." I realize in that moment that I too am half dressed. My shirt is off, my pants are undone and hanging off my hips, my black bra is slightly askew, but still on. His comment makes me self-conscious, so I shake my head. God only knows what my hair looks like.
"No, really," he says, walking towards me. "You’re amazing. Your body is hot and your face is beautiful, your hair, your skin—You’re just this sexy thing." He reaches up and caresses my arms, causing shivers to move through my body.
"Well, back atcha," I say, feeling his warmth as he gets closer to me. Running my hands up and down his arms and chest, I feel the muscle underneath his smooth skin.
With one swift hand motion he pushes my pants to the floor. Now I am just in my bra and panties. Somewhere deep in my brain, I am so thankful to Carrie for making me get rid of all my granny panties a while back.
Ryan kneels down in front me, kissing my torso on his way down. His fingertips are drawing circles around my hip bones and across my stomach. Whenever he gets close to my hips, I start to shake. His fingers stop at my panties and achingly slow, he starts to pull them down, kissing each new inch of exposed skin.
Finally I feel the air on my sex; he keeps pulling on my panties, leaving them mid-thigh. Smoothly, he moves both hands to my hips and buries his face between my legs. Thank God I'm close to the wall as I fall back against it, bracing myself. I hear a cry and realize only afterward it was me.
The softness of his tongue opening me, caressing me, his hands holding tight against my hips, are all almost too much to bear. Soft, hard, movement, pressure, and more, all converge as my brain almost explodes.
"Ahhhhh" I breathe out.
His tongue and mouth are gently probing me over and over again, and I start to feel like someone is filling me with sweet warm honey. Starting at my toes, I feel this delicious sweet sensation climb up my legs and swirl around my middle. This is new, I start to think, but then stop as the sensation takes over completely.
My thoughts shut off as his hands grip tighter and tighter on my hips, holding me against the wall. My spine is grinding against the cold hard plaster and my legs are opening wider for him. And then, with no warning, I feel this explosion inside me. I hear myself cry out, "Ryan! Holy shit, Ryan. What the hell?" And I am completely lost. The room is black, there is no me, there is no room. There is only sweet honey and pleasure.
When I come back to reality, he is standing up next to me, kissing my neck. I’m panting, trying to control my breath, and my heart is still racing.
"What the hell was that?" I say, not even trying to hide the huge grin on my face.
"That, my friend, was a mind blowing orgasm," he says, and I can hear how pleased he is in his voice.
"Oh. Well, I—Jeez." Holy shit, I’ve never experienced that before! Do I admit that?
He doesn't give me a chance. He steers me to the bed and I wiggle out of my underwear as I follow him. Falling onto the bed, the sweet, warm, soft bedding caresses my overly sensitive skin. Hmmm, I could float away right here.
"Oh, no you don't, Young. Don't leave me now." Ryan climbs on top of me with a wicked smile on his face.
"Okay, okay. No. Not leaving you. Just being here, right here on the bed. Holy shit. How'd you do that?" I ask, still amazed at what just happened.
I look up at him. He is straddling me, fully naked and kneeling, his full cock stretched out in front me, tempting me to grab hold. I can't help myself, I must.
"Ahhhh." Ryan reacts as I grab him and start stroking.
It's warm and rock hard, but smooth on the outside. I look up at him and catch his eyes. They are hooded and fixed on me. "Jesus Christ, Nora, you're killing me here. Where are they?"
"Just there, in the top drawer." Ryan reaches over to get a condom while I continue to enjoy his hard cock.
I watch him roll on the condom. He makes it look so hot, so tantalizing, and inviting, and my legs start to quiver. He slides down and lowers hi
mself on top of me, pausing with his throbbing head sitting at my entrance. I am so wet and anxiously waiting. Without thinking, I push up, enveloping him. After my last orgasm I didn’t think I could get there again, but as he plunges into me, I feel an arch of electricity rising. I hear a moan from Ryan, his head buried in my hair.
Fully stretched, I feel my insides push against him. Ryan doesn’t move at first, but then he slowly pulls out and thrusts back in.
“Oh, my God, Nora,” he whispers in my ear. Pleasure races up my spine with each slow movement. And then he picks up the rhythm. The faster he goes, the better it is.
"I'm going to come again," I hear myself say out loud.
He pushes up on his arms and looks down at me with dark, hooded eyes. I am wiggling around underneath him, matching his rhythm once and missing his rhythm the next time. The randomness of it starts to get me. And then, I start to feel that sweet warm honey pouring into me again. This time starting in my stomach and spreading out in all directions.
"You’re so soft and wet. You feel good. So tight.” Ryan whispers in my ear.
Pleasure races across my skin, “I’m coming!” I barely get the words out before becoming engulfed in the sweetest pleasure I have ever felt.
“I'm watching you, Nora. I'm watching you come." His words pierce my brain, and I lose it.
The explosion that hits begins deep inside of me and radiates outwards. It's all black again and nothing is left. There is only sweet, sweet pleasure.
Ryan doesn't stop, he’s thrusting in and out, up and down, adding to the sensations, never stopping, prolonging my orgasm.
Finally, I can't take it anymore, "Stop. Stop. Please, God, stop."
He pauses and watches me. I open my eyes.
"I think God is a little over the top, don't you?" Ryan says with that wicked smile again. Oh, I like that smile.
"What? Oh, did I call you God?" I laugh, now breathless.
"Come on, let's go for three." He pulls out quickly and flips me over.
Before I can even register this new position he presses into me and enters me again from behind.
"Oh!" Extreme pleasure races across my lower back and down my legs. I pull up on all fours. As soon as his hands reach my hips, I feel it again, that sensation racing over my skin. His fingers press into my hips, magnifying the sensations he is creating inside me. His strong hands hold my hips while he pounds into me. My inner thighs are tingling, and each thrust causes an obscene amount of pleasure across my entire body. I know we’re going for three.
"Ryan!" I call to him, but I can't tell if I did it out loud or not. I want to tell him I am going to come again. And I don't know how much more I can take of this tonight.
"Ryan!" I call again.
Does he know that each time he dives into me I feel the warm delicious honey again? It's coming up so fast and I can't stop it.
"I know, baby. I know," I hear him behind me. He knows, thank God. "I'm coming, Nora. Shit. I'm coming right now."
My world explodes for the third time that night. In my abyss of pleasure I feel Ryan pull me into him and hold me there. I feel him shaking, and I know he is coming, too. When I feel him collapse on me, I fall to the bed. His body is draped over mine like a cape, our heavy breathing the only sound in the room.
After a few moments, or maybe more, I have no idea, I feel him move. He gets up and walks to the bathroom. My mind is starting to piece itself back together.
Get up, he’s going to want to go home. Just as I start to get up, Ryan comes back and crawls into bed with me.
"Oh?" I say. Completely befuddled now.
"What?" Ryan pauses.
"No. I just—I assumed you would want to leave."
Ryan laughs. "No, sorry. Not a kiss and go kind of guy. Besides, after that, there’s no way I could drive a car safely." He collapses on the bed next to me.
"Awesome," I say, so pleased that he’s sleeping over. "Oh, wait. What about clothes?"
"What about them? I think they’re all over the apartment. Nora. Stop fussing. Besides, if I left now, you wouldn't have a car. Your cars at the office, remember?" Ryan spoons me and pulls me into him.
"Oh. That's right. I completely forgot about my car." I settle in next to him.
"Jesus, Nora. You’re amazing," Ryan murmurs.
"Yeah, so are you," I mutter, and then drift off into blissful sleep.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It's ten-fifteen, a little over two hours into the conference. Mrs. Foster showed up dressed head to toe in canary yellow. It was striking, to say the least. Most of the lawyers look right out of a television show—crisp black suits and starched white shirts, the only flash of color is the strip of their ties down their fronts. Of course, this is tucked away deep into their jackets, only allowing for a brief burst of individual identity. The women are all wearing killer high heels with black suits, some with skirts, but mostly they’re all wearing pants. No color anywhere. Earrings are pearls or diamonds, hair either up or cut short. I feel like I’m in a Stepford Wife movie—only the one they never made because the wives work, too.
Ryan woke me up this morning with coffee around six. I showered and got ready while he read the paper. No stress, no big deal. He drove me to the office this morning around seven and said he was going home to get ready for work. He made it seem so normal, so everyday. I couldn't believe it.
So far the conference is running smoothly. A few lost lawyers here and there, a missing box of pencils, and one dropped box of bagels. I thought Julie was going to have a heart attack when the large pink box slipped off the cart and scattered on the floor. Thank God it was just the box with plain bagels in it. I would have had a heart attack, too, if it had been the gooey donuts or the fruit.
Everyone seems settled in for their morning sessions. The opening welcome and presentations from the big names went well. I take a moment to grab a snack and a cup of coffee. Julie is floating around here somewhere; she seems a little more stressed than I do. Role reversal!
"Oh, my God! Mrs. Foster is going to drive me crazy." Julie appears behind me.
"Here." I hand her my cup of undoctored coffee. "Drink this."
She takes the coffee, sipping it, and then makes a face while reaching for the sugar.
"What is with you today?" She asks, accusingly.
"What? What do you mean? What's wrong?" I turn to her, confused about what I might have missed.
"You are completely unflustered today. You're not stressed, you're not worried, you're not running through lists in your head, or doing circles in the hall. You are calmly standing here drinking a cup of coffee and eating a bagel. What is with you?" Julie stares at me as if she might see the cause of this behavioral problem.
I start laughing. "Julie, we’re fine. We did this one right! How could we not, with Emily and Mrs. Foster breathing down our necks? Now, we just have to wait and see what goes wrong and fix it."
"That's what I’m talking about. You’re way too calm today. Usually you’re running around trying to figure out what will go wrong so you can fix it before it happens."
"Ha! Well, see, I've matured. I’m no longer looking for trouble. I will simply wait for it to happen, and then do my thing." I sip my new cup of coffee and vaguely wonder where Ryan is. I didn’t see him come in, but he has to be in there. Attendance is mandatory, that much I know for sure.
"Okay. Well. Whatever." Julie eyes me suspiciously again. "I have to triple check the lunch. Mrs. Foster is worried that the lunch will be prepared too early and not look fresh. So, I asked her if she would like me to ask them to stop prepping, and she honestly looked at me and said, 'Well no, girl. I don't want us to have to wait!' That woman is going to be the reason I stop being nice to old people!"
Laughing at Julie I say, "I hear ya. Go check. Fresh, but not too fresh. We have the strangest job!" I watch her disappear down the hall.
For the next few hours, I spend my time giving directions, answering questions, moving tables and chairs, and gene
rally being around just in case. I still haven't talked to Ryan, but I did see the back of his head once.
I’m walking down the hall to check on the rooms and three lawyers, all women, step in front of me as I turn a corner. We are all walking toward the "Keeping Your Clients Happy While Maintaining A Life" session.
"Oh, my God, I just have no idea!" The tall blonde starts to lament to her friends. She is wearing a grey skirt suit with what looks like four-inch heels. Her blonde hair is in a professional looking updo. She looks the part of the perfect lawyer. Maybe they have a class in law school: ‘How to dress as a lawyer’. I would need to take that class, maybe twice.
"Well, I don't know, Katie. Maybe he’s just busy with the conference," the lawyer on her right says. She is not as tall, with wavy brown hair just hitting the tops of her shoulders. The rest of her ensemble matches her companions.
"Man, if that Emily has her claws in him again—" Katie squeezes her fists.
Do they not know I’m here? We all keep walking together down the hall. I am looking everywhere but at them.
"Look. Emily says," The other one starts, but the brown haired friend stops her with a look.
"Emily says what?" Katie stops abruptly. I almost run smack into them. "Maureen, I swear to God, what did Emily say?"
They don't even notice me as I pass them.
"Katie, look. Emily said nothing new. She’s a bitch." I can't tell who is talking now, but they’ve all started walking again. I can hear their giggles. Lawyers giggle? Who knew?
"Okay. Fine. Whatever. But Ryan is not even looking at me today. Ever since Emily started working on this project with him, he’s been ignoring me. It's like I don't exist?"
My stomach seizes. Ryan? My Ryan? My Ryan and this Katie? But now he’s ignoring her? And why are they worried about Emily? Oh, my God. I was right! That first day when she came to the office, she was assuming a closeness. And he sent her back to the office alone so he could have lunch with me.
Smiling at the thought, I try not to break my stride, but I’m desperate to hear more.