by Lee, Sue
His eyes became hooded and he nodded in response. He placed his hand on my lower back, guiding me to the elevators. I felt shivers go up my spine and a nervous buzz of anticipation hum through my veins. The elevator arrived and as soon as we entered and the doors slid shut, he pushed me against the elevator wall and kissed me passionately.
I grabbed his head and fisted his hair, keeping his mouth on mine, our tongues entangled. I had been longing to kiss him again all night and the wait was so. worth. it. I was so in the moment that I didn’t noticed that I hadn’t pushed the button to my floor. The elevator door opened again and Ethan’s younger brother, Chris, and his wife stood there in surprise. Chris feigned a cough and then chuckled. We pulled apart quickly once we realized we had an audience.
“We’ll take the next elevator,” Chris suggested. His wife had a huge smile on her face.
I blushed, embarrassed. I remembered to push the button this time and the door closed. We leaned into one another and his hand rested on my lower back again, rubbing up and down in a soft, comfortable rhythm. Since there were only a few floors in the building, it was a quick ride.
Ryan held my hand tightly as I briskly walked him to my room. We practically fell into the room, and as soon as he closed the door, he pushed me against it and started kissing me all over again. I wrapped my arms around his neck and then moved one hand to comb my fingers through his hair. I’d been waiting forever to do that. He grabbed my hips and pulled me into him. I could feel his already hard erection through his pants. His hands slowly moved along my hips and to my back, then one hand trailed up to the nape of my neck, keeping my mouth on his. The other shifted slowly down my back and eventually reached down to caress my ass.
I wanted him. I wanted him to make love to me so badly. I pressed myself against him to make my intention clear.
His mouth moved down to my neck and he murmured breathlessly, “I don’t have a condom with me. Please tell me you’re on the pill.” His lips nibbled down my neck and back up to my ear.
Thank God. “Yes!” I gasped and took possession of his mouth again.
“Thank God,” he mumbled, carefully finding my zipper and easing it down, sending shivers throughout my body. My dress fell down into a slump around my feet and I stepped out of it, kicking it to the side. His mouth still desperately possessed mine and between gasps, he tossed off his jacket and helped me unbutton his shirt. He removed it swiftly and threw it on the floor next to my dress. I could feel his hands moving slowly over by body, intentionally brushing a thumb over one of my nipples. I groaned with pleasure at the overwhelming sensation from just that small touch alone. I immediately felt a yearning between my legs.
He moved his lips down my neck, nibbled on my ear, and then placed his arms back around me to unclasp my strapless bra. We were both topless now and the feel of our bare skin pressed together for the first time made us both moan. He cupped my breasts reverently and started rubbing and pulling at my nipples with his expert fingers. He bent down to suck on one of them and I let out an embarrassingly loud moan. I wanted more and didn’t think I could stand up for much longer.
I clumsily tried to undo his fly and belt and as the belt released, I pushed my hand greedily down into his boxer shorts to hold him. A guttural groan came from somewhere deep inside his chest. I was secretly pleased to see that he was a boxer man. He backed me towards the bed until my knees buckled against it and I fell backwards. All I had on now were my pink lace panties; he took that opportunity to remove the remainder of his clothing.
As Ryan shucked his pants, I leaned back on my elbows and ogled him for a few seconds. Ryan’s body was beautiful. I already knew he had an athlete’s body, but seeing him in all his glory took my breath away. His body was toned and lean and I couldn’t stop staring at his hard abs, the long and sinewy muscles on his legs. He had a light happy trail going down his long torso and abdomen. I greedily eyed his large erection; from the looks of it, he was very anxious to move things along.
Before coming back to the bed, he stopped to gaze down at me. His eyes slowly roamed up and down the length of my body; it was his turn to ogle. I suddenly felt shy and wanted to look away in embarrassment.
“No, don’t look away. You’re so beautiful,” he said softly and in awe. “I’ve imagined your naked body … frequently.” He smirked, placing his thumbs under the top rim of my panties and slowly sliding them down. My breath hitched in anticipation.
“Then come here,” I said, almost begging him. I sat up and pulled him towards me, wanting to cover up my shyness with his body. I gripped his face in my hands and stretched my body upwards to kiss him. We were a tangle of arms and legs, mouths kissing, sucking, and licking, fingers and hands newly exploring the most intimate parts of each other’s body.
He looked up and I saw the need in his eyes; I knew it matched mine. I pressed my hips against him, grasping his, encouraging him. He kissed me again, the press of his mouth warm and his tongue seeking mine. He grasped my hip with one of his hands; the other tenderly caressing my cheek.
“Look at me,” he said in a husky voice, his eyes hooded. “Keep your eyes open.”
When I did, he slowly pushed himself him into me and we both let out a simultaneous moan. He moved in and out, slowly and sweetly. I reveled in the feeling of fullness and arched under him, whimpering and writhing. His lips caressed my neck, then moved down to close over my nipples, skillfully tugging, pulling, and sucking them one by one. He reared up with both hands, arching his own back, easing out of me again and again, harder and faster. It was a heavenly rhythm. He placed a thumb right onto the most sensitive part of my sex and rubbed tantalizingly small circles as he continued to thrust in and out of me. My insides began to tighten around him and as he felt it, he increased his rhythm, pushing me higher and faster.
“Yes! Yes!” I cried out. “Ryan!” I came apart, crashing, spinning and reeling from my glorious release.
Still whimpering from my climax, Ryan grabbed by waist and pushed higher into me, grinding his hips against me and pushing in as far as he could go. His eyes were closed and he was breathing hard. His body stiffened and he groaned loudly as he went over the edge; I watched him unravel as he came deep inside me, his orgasm shivering through his body before he collapsed heavily onto me.
I finally opened my eyes to see him gazing at me with utter tenderness. He softly kissed my lips. Looking into his eyes, I realized all the pain and heartache of the past week was gone. There were no more worries. An unknown future lay ahead of us, but it would be a path that we would mark and create together.
“Wow,” I said in awe, a Cheshire cat-sized grin on my face. I was completely spent and exhausted and it was nearly two in the morning, but I was warm and glowing in our post coitus state. If our first time together was that amazing, I couldn’t imagine what sex was going to be like with Ryan after extended practice.
He shifted off of me and I heard him chuckle. “Well, I guess that answers the question about sexual compatibility,” he said smugly.
“I’m glad you came to the wedding,” I whispered.
“Mmm hmm … me too,” he mumbled. I could tell he was smiling even though the room was dark. He moved so his head was resting on top of my breasts, his arms wrapped around me.
My fingers played in his hair. Enjoying the afterglow of just having made love to Ryan, I fell asleep, satiated and content.
Despite my exhausting night, I woke up just before dawn. I could never sleep well the first night in a location other than my own bedroom. I was half-conscious, but completely aware of Ryan holding me tightly around the waist and lightly snoring in my ear. Ryan’s presence and the unfamiliar hotel room prevented me from falling into a deep sleep. It always amazed me how men seemed to be able to sleep anywhere, anytime, especially after having sex. It was still dark out, but looking out the window, I could see the faint evidence of morning light trying to make its presence known.
I was the little spoon and reveling in the feel of o
ur intertwined legs and the warmth of his breath on my neck. His body was so warm against mine that I had to shift to get some cooler air. I must’ve woken him, because I felt something between a nibble and a kiss on my right ear. I sighed with contentment and he moved downward, kissing my bare shoulder and bringing his hand up to cup my breast.
I loved how in a new relationship, people were unable to keep their hands off of one another. I couldn’t stop wanting to touch and be touched by Ryan. He must have thought the same because he held me the whole night. I now shifted and rubbed my naked backside against him. My ass rubbed and flirted with his hard length, which I felt grow behind me. Next to my ear, a soft groan escaped his lips. Even in my half-conscious state, I was turned on and in tune with the needs of my body.
Apparently Ryan was, too, because the next thing I knew, he entered me from behind, gliding in and out so slowly and so deeply that it was nothing short of exquisite. As the rhythm continued, our excitement built. I shifted onto my stomach and grabbed the bed post for leverage so he could penetrate me more deeply. The pace of his thrusts began to increase; he pulled me up onto my knees and rubbed his fingers on the most sensitive spot of my core and I gasped as I came quickly. Completely. Shatteringly. I bucked under him, barely able to hold myself up. In the middle of my orgasm, I felt his body tense as he thrust hard one last time deep inside of me and reached his own climax.
Not a word had been spoken. I was so sensitive to his touch and surprised by how quickly I came. We ended up laying like that for I’m not sure how long, shifting slightly so that we were spooning again, his chin resting on top of my head and our bodies fitting perfectly together. This time, I slept until it was fully light out.
Ryan woke up first. I slowly opened my eyes and saw him leaning on one elbow with his head resting on his hand, watching me. God, I hoped I wasn’t drooling or breathing with my mouth open or doing something else unflattering.
“Good morning,” he said lazily, grinning smugly.
I looked at him through half-open eyes, momentarily stunned by how adorable he looked. His eyes were a piercing blue in the morning light; the stubble on his cheeks and chin gave him a sexy, rugged look. His hair was mussed up and sticking out at different angles. The bed linens covered only his waist down, displaying his nice six pack. God, he looked so yummy.
“Mmm … morning,” I mumbled contentedly and stretched out like a cat. “How long have you been watching me?”
“Only a few minutes. It’s nice watching you sleep.”
I nuzzled my face into his chest to hide my embarrassment. He chuckled and adjusted his position so I could lie comfortably in the crook of his arm. My cheek rested on his chest while my hand played with the little hair between his pectoral muscles, which was the same thin line of hair that lead down to his happy trail. I could tell this was going to be one of my favorite spots to touch and play with on his body.
“Last night was really unexpected,” I said softly. I was feeling unusually shy in the morning light, despite the very un-shy things we had done to one another over the last six or seven hours. “I didn’t expect to see you last night.”
“I thought I’d take my chances, come to the wedding, and hoped to God you wouldn’t kick me out on my ass. I wasn’t entirely sure how well received I would be,” he replied as his fingers ran through my hair. “You didn’t answer any of my texts. I got nervous.”
“I didn’t see them until just before I saw you standing in the lobby,” I said with a little bit of feigned defensiveness.
“It was torture waiting for you to respond. I wasn’t sure if you were purposely ignoring me or if you just weren’t checking your phone.”
“Serves you right,” I huffed and then kissed his chest as a peace offering. “So, you missed me, huh?”
“Yes. I missed you like crazy, Julia.” He was gazing at me now with a serious expression. I could tell he wanted to say something more, but was thinking through it first. “I want to talk about what happened this week. I really need for you to understand.”
“Okay,” I said and gave him with an encouraging nod. This was what he wanted to tell me last night. I remained in the crook of his arm while he stroked mine lightly with his fingers.
“When we started seeing each other, I inadvertently turned the other cheek. I didn’t want to think about what I was doing. I think it was easier to do this because Catherine was … away.” He sounded remorseful and paused, carefully choosing his next words. “After being with someone for so long, sometimes it’s hard to figure out if you’re with them because you truly love them or if it’s just comfortable. When I started getting involved with you, I wasn’t sure if I was experiencing cold feet and wanting to just have a fling …”
I cringed at the casualness of his words, but let him continue.
“Or …” he trailed off, “or if there was some deeper reason why I couldn’t seem to stay away from you. It was really confusing for me. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but if I told you about Catherine and me, I was afraid you would run. I remember everything you said about how you feel about people that cheat.”
He shifted our bodies so that we were leaning on our sides facing one another. His eyes were cast downward in regret. When he looked back at me, his face was pained. “I’m not proud of what I did. It was very unlike me to do something like that. I’ve never cheated on anyone I’ve ever been with. I need you to believe that. I don’t know what I was thinking up to that point really. I was in total denial of the consequences. But when I saw you last Sunday, reality slapped me in the face … literally.” He gave me a small grin and I remembered my act of violence out on the street.
I shuddered at the awful memory of that morning.
“Not that I didn’t deserve it,” he protested, “but when you walked away from me and looked at me with such … disgust … it destroyed me. It physically hurt inside my chest. I haven’t felt that bad since … well, since my dad died.”
I sucked in my breath. I wasn’t expecting to hear that. His voice cracked and I could see his pain. “It hurt to lose him.” He then met my sympathetic eyes, but didn’t elaborate further on the story. “I knew at that moment, when you walked away from me, that I didn’t have cold feet and it wasn’t a fling. I knew that I was falling in love with you, because the idea of losing you hurt just as bad.”
My heart contracted at his words. He said he was falling in love with me. I was blown away by the raw honesty of his words.
Unaware of how his words had just impacted me, he continued to tell his story. “Catherine and I had a long talk that day that we saw you. She was obviously very upset and hurt, but she was surprisingly calm about it. I told her I couldn’t marry her; she asked me to think about it before I made any final decisions. She wanted me to make sure that this was what I really wanted. I waited the week before contacting you because I needed to make sure that I was doing the right thing. I didn’t think I was going to change my mind, but I owed it to her to understand my own reasons for what I had done, and to think about what I was giving up to be with you.
“The thing is, what became clear to me was that I wasn’t giving her up for you. I broke up with her because I didn’t love her in the right way she should be loved. Regardless of whether or not you had come into my life, Catherine and I shouldn’t be getting married. She just deserves better, more.” It was obvious that he cared deeply for Catherine and that he had done a lot of thinking about the true reasons behind his actions. I appreciated his thoughtful explanation.
“I needed to separate what was happening between Catherine and me from how I felt about you. I knew that if you didn’t want me back, which was entirely possible, given the way I behaved, it was still the right thing for Catherine and me to break up.”
He caressed my face with his hands, looking at me with almost blinding intensity, so strong that I felt like I was looking at the sun. “What I do know for sure is that I want to be with you. It hurt so badly not to be with you. I knew that if you
were ever going to consider forgiving me, then I needed to be completely available to you and completely confident that my history with Catherine wouldn’t be an issue for us.”
I was both breathless and speechless by his honest confession, moved by the conviction and sincerity in his voice. I kissed him softly, tenderly. “Thank you for telling me all of that. I took your silence this week as your decision that you had gone back to her.” I remembered the pain I had felt at the thought of having lost him. “It tore me apart,” I whispered sadly.
“I was afraid of that. I’m sorry I went dark this week. I’m so sorry, Julia, for having been dishonest with you. I just needed the time to figure all of it out. As a courtesy to Catherine, I took a few days to think about it. But it was a no brainer, Julia. I’ve completely fallen for you. I have never felt for anyone what I feel for you. You’re it for me, Julia. I know it as sure as I know the sun will come up every morning and set at the end of each day.”
I climbed on top of him and kissed him passionately. “For the record, I love you, too,” I whispered.
We made love again; this time we explored each other slowly and gently, taking our time, reveling in the security and warmth of our heartfelt admissions.
“Three times in seven hours. Not bad for an older man,” I teased him.
“I’m a little surprised myself,” he said with a self-deprecating grin. “I can’t help it. You’re just so damn sexy. Not to mention insatiable,” he mumbled as he nibbled on my hip.
I looked over at the clock and it read 9:30. I was supposed to be at my parent’s house by eleven for brunch. “So, what’s your plan for today?” I asked a little breathily, squirming under his wriggling tongue, which was now moving down my calf and towards my toes. I giggled as he started nipping at my toes with his teeth.
He paused momentarily with the toe kissing to murmur, “Need to get my boat prepped.” He suddenly looked up in surprise. “Do you have any plans for next weekend?”