He shouldn't be able to make me blush like this! I'm impressed with how hard he is already. But I'm just as aroused. I can already feel myself getting wet.
I glance around as if Farrah is about to magically pop out of some nook and scold us for our childish behavior. However, recalling how long she usually is on the phone with her kids, I'm not too concerned. I slide my shoes off, quickly remove my jeans, and throw off my shirt. Before I even have a chance to take off my bra, Jarek squats, cups his hands under my butt and hoists me into the air. I start to squeal but stifle it. I have to keep from advertising.
I wrap my arms around him as he whirls me around and pushes me up against the door. He shifts my weight in one hand, pulling his opposite arm back and gripping my knee in it. He moves the other the same way so that my legs are held up by his arms.
He studies his dick as he pushes the head so that it presses against my vagina. He takes his time, moving his hips back and forth until the head pushes in. As always, it has a way of finding its way inside me. He slides right in. Apparently I'm wetter than I realized.
The radiating energy that swirls from nerves deep within rushes across my body. I roll my head back, enjoying the pressure, how it builds and then relaxes. I enjoy being trapped between him and the door, completely in his control, trusting Jarek's skill and awareness to keep me safe. I love having him inside me. I remember a time when I didn't feel so at ease, when I was wracked with guilt over these sorts of experiences. Now I just feel this wild passion burning within me as he takes me like an animal, ravaging me, making me his. It's splendid.
His pelvis jerks back and forth, driving into me, his primal gaze meeting mine, as if he just wants me for this one act, as if I'm just an object to him. Though this is admittedly not the most comfortable of positions, the spontaneity of the moment coupled with being under his total control, trusting his hold, makes it feel so erotic. He kisses me in a frenzy as if at some point I might just take this from him. His saliva tastes as good as always, and his scent sends a rush of energy racing to the back of my skull, as if my nose has just climaxed.
He kisses down my jaw and attends to his favorite place in the cleavage between my breasts. As he continues fucking me, his intensity grows until the door rattles against the frame.
I hope Farrah doesn't hear us. Even if she can, I don't care. I want this. I need this.
“Fuck me, Jarek. Fuck me hard,” I beg. As he looks up at me, his face is bright red, surely from holding me up. His teeth are ground. He grunts, and a bit of spit rushes past his lips and hits me in the face. I love it because it just makes me feel like I'm even more his than before.
The sensations within me are like waves of excitement vacillating in various parts of my body, making me shake my head about as my muscles jerk and twist, some in discomfort from the position, others so stimulated by the sensations of Jarek's cock inside me.
“You're so fucking beautiful,” he says. “I love you so much.”
“I love you, too.”
We've said it at least a thousand times since we confessed our feelings, but it feels like we can never say it enough. It's as if we're making up for all those years that we never had a chance to say it to each other.
I turn and catch our reflection in the mirror, Jarek's ass muscles contracting powerfully as he takes me. He leans in and whispers into my ear, “Wouldn't want Farrah to catch us in the act, now would we?”
His breath against my earlobe is too much for me, and I feel the delightful rush of energy, the warmth across my flesh, and the shaking of my body as I erupt into a sea of pleasurable sensations. A tidal wave of emotions feels as if it has pounded against my soul, just as Jarek has pounded against my body. “No, no,” I whisper as I shiver in his grip.
He grunts into my ear as the sound of the rattling door against the frame quickens until I feel a powerful force, followed by gentler thrusts as he empties himself into me. Knowing he's inside me, filling me with his seed, fills me with a sense of ease. It's all I've wanted ever since we started fucking again. Something I was so pleased to receive after we tested together and agreed to become exclusive. Now I can have it whenever I want, but each time feels as special as the last. Yet with all the experiences we've had since we've gotten back together, it never feels like enough. It feels like we should be fucking until the end of time. Perhaps it has something to do with how long it's taken for us to come together.
“How goes the condo hunting?” Janet asks, a broad smile across her face.
Jarek and I make ourselves comfortable in the chairs across from her at the small, round table she's sitting at in the cafe where we agreed to meet.
“I think we found the one,” I sing out.
“Oh, really? Pics?” she asks. I eagerly retrieve my phone, pull up the pictures, and pass it to her.
Janet stayed with Jarek and me throughout the divorce. Just recently, after she found work at an elementary school in Norcross, she began renting an apartment a few blocks from my place. I'm proud of her, because she's finally taking care of herself. She started attending group therapy sessions and seeing her therapist regularly. Though I was concerned in the beginning that she would find some equally repugnant man shortly after breaking it off with Kirk, she hasn't dated since, as she says she'd prefer to find herself before finding a man. Meanwhile, Kelsey is with a new CEO, one who meets all the criteria that Mom and Kelsey surely have on their long list of requirements for suitors.
I haven't spoken with Mom since I confronted her about Jarek, and I'm not sure when I will. I'll call her again...at some point. I know that much. However, I'm not sure I can ever forgive her for what she did. One day, I'll reach back out to her. Because she'll always be my mother. I can't just exile her from my life—not permanently. I do love her. But I question her ability to love me. It's sad that someone has to think that about her own mother.
“That looks perfect!” Janet exclaims as she finishes surveying the pictures of the place.
“We're putting an offer in today,” Jarek says, beaming. He looks like he used to when he was excited about getting milkshakes with me. It's so satisfying seeing that look in his eyes. It reminds me of how happy I am now. Nearly as happy as I would be if Daddy were here to see how happy I am.
My phone buzzes in Janet's hand. “Oh,” she says. “Farcon & Williams is calling.”
“Of course they are,” I say. Since the success of the fundraiser, we've acquired several major clients, most of whom I'm responsible for. Though I enjoy the work, I've made an effort to volunteer at Hearts & Hugs with Jarek at least once a week, because as satisfying as it is to help people through these fundraisers, I don't think anything can top the feeling of being there on the street, making connections with people, as Jarek reminded me when he took me out there on that magical day.
Janet tries to hand me my phone back, but I wave it away. “No, no. It's my weekend. I am so not dealing with any of that right now.”
“Good for you.” She sets my phone on the table. “I'm going to get another drink,” she says before heading off.
“Well, they just don't want to leave you alone,” Jarek says.
“Thanks to you, I don't think they ever will.”
“Thanks to me?”
“You think I'd be anywhere right now if it hadn't been for you swooping in with your Garreth Pulzer rescue?”
“Well...”
It really is thanks to his efforts that I am where I am today at Farcon & Williams, and I'm incredibly appreciative of that. Even if I'd had the Frenley Brothers, my event wouldn't have been even half as successful as it was with Garreth Pulzer.
A thought suddenly crosses my mind, one I haven't thought about since the day we met Garreth at his condo. “I know this is going to sound strange, me asking now, but with Garreth, when you guys went out on the balcony, what did you say to him to convince him to do the fundraiser?”
Jarek beams. “I just told him you were the girl I wanted to marry, and I already fucked it up once,
so if he could help me out of this jam, I'd be really appreciative.”
The look in his eyes reminds me that all this time—all the years of insecurity and feelings of abandonment—were a sham, because he never stopped loving me. And though at times I regret that we didn't come together sooner, as I reflect on how everything transpired, I'm not sure we could have come together more perfectly if it hadn't played out exactly as it had.
Anna Karington
Anna is from Atlanta, Georgia, and enjoys reading and writing about love.
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