Eddie stopped kissing back, and instead concentrated on his movements. I rested my head back against the hay, and began moving my hips up in rhythm with his thrusts, sparing a thought about how my body knew what it wanted, even if this was new to me. He grabbed either side of my hips, forcing himself deeper and deeper, harder and harder, until finally he came. My hips bucked with his as he rode through his pleasure, and he collapsed on top of me. When he recovered a minute later he shifted out of me with a gasp from both of us, and rolled partially on his side, relieving me of his weight.
It took several minutes before Eddie zipped his pants back up, and I pulled my undies back on and my dress back down. I brought my left hand up to stroke his face, and giggled at the hay stuck in the wedding ring. “Hay isn't as comfortable as it looks,” I told him, trying to get the piece out of the ring.
Not having any luck, I removed the ring, intent on getting rid of the hay. The last thing I heard as I was taking the jewelry off was a rough voice yelling, “Give me that ring!”
My knees almost collapsed underneath me, and I would have fallen if Eddie hadn't caught me between his arms and the display case. I looked from the ring into his eyes, which were full of lust.
“We'll take it,” we said huskily in unison.
I placed the ring on the glass, not wanting an instant repeat of whatever just happened. “Can you box it, please?” The clerk walked away with the ring.
Eddie wrapped his arms around me securely, and I buried my face in his neck, trying not to shake.
“I need to go back to the hotel,” I said softly.
“My place is closer,” he told me, and I nodded in agreement.
Eddie whipped out his charge card when the clerk returned, and I was glad – I didn't know how much the ring was, but there was no way I was leaving without it. Eddie was more than welcome to use his extensive bank account to buy the jewelry.
I was dreaming, I was sure of it. Hallucinating. Something in the air. Or the sight of the beautiful ring. Light headed. I just imagined it all. Of course, that didn't explain the discomfort inside me, like something had been there that hadn't been before. Or that Eddie was still large and in charge when I took the ring off. That certainly hadn't been there when he had slid the ring on my finger.
So yes. Nothing happened. I'm not married, I thought, as we left the store and headed towards his apartment. Ha! Married to a guy I met three days ago? Married to the handsome man evaluating my company? That's crazy talk.
Chapter Two
We didn't make it a block before Eddie pulled me by one arm into the doorway of a closed business, and trapped me with his body against one of the display windows.
“What--” My question was broken off as he captured my mouth in his, and thrust his tongue between my open lips. I put my arms around him, and he did the same, running one hand up and down my back, the other finding all the curves of my rear. And I mean _all_ the curves.
I moaned into his mouth, grinding my hips against his. His erection grew bigger from the close contact. Oh my goodness. This was so unlike me – I was not only making out with a hot guy, I was doing it in public.
“Get a room!” An old woman whacked him across the back of the legs with her cane, and Eddie abruptly released me, turning to confront the woman scolding him.
“It's okay,” I told him, grabbing his arm before he could go after the woman. I ran my hands through my hair, taming it where Eddie had tousled it. “You need a minute?” I looked pointedly at his crotch.
I should have discouraged him in the doorway, I thought as we walked, rather briskly, the rest of the way to his apartment. I definitely shouldn't have encouraged more, and heavens, did I really rub against him like that? No, this was definitely not good.
I nodded to the doorman at Eddie's building, who greeted Eddie by name. How awesome was that? A real live doorman! So what if the doorman did not notice the hand holding. I certainly wasn't paying attention to how warm his hand was, and how it completely enclosed my hand, just like his kisses enclosed my mouth--
Stop that. I released his hand as we got on the elevator, moving to the opposite side of the car and leaned against the wall. Eddie took a step towards me, but I shook my head no. I forced myself to breathe deeply. What the hell has gotten into me? He has, the newly found sex addict in my head said.
Eddie kept his hands off of me until we were safely in his apartment. I looked around in surprise at his living quarters. It was smaller than I expected from someone with his kind of wealth (the article said he was worth a cool fifty million dollars); then again, New York prices the way they were, this may be palatial. The apartment had an open floor plan, with the kitchen and living room separated with the back of the couch. A series of floor to ceiling bookshelves made a wall between the living room and the bedroom area, with a king sized bed up against the other side of the open-backed shelves.
“Bathroom's in there,” Eddie pointed to a door off of the bedroom area, and I hightailed it into the room, desperate for some privacy. I splashed cold water on my face, wishing I could take a cold shower. It apparently worked for guys; maybe it would work on girls, too? I had never been interested enough in a date for it to get even close of the passion level of the kiss we just had, much less the passion from the dream.
“No, it was a dream, I did not have sex.” My period wasn't due for a couple weeks, and the light spotting would coincide with my first intimacy, but it didn't happen, I told myself firmly. It was not possible. Composed, I went out to find Eddie waiting on the couch.
At least he waited for me to sit before coming and attacking me with kisses.
“We can't do this,” I panted, pushing him off, and scooting down the couch to lean against the arm of the couch. I drew my legs up to my chest, and wrapped my arms around them.
“Sure we can, we're married,” he told me, following me down the couch. He peeled my unresisting arms from my legs, and separated my knees, leaning his entire body against mine.
“It didn't happen.”
“Yes it did. You were there, I was there. The old priest was there.”
“It was our imagination. You can't prove anything.” I kissed him back, anyway. “Hey! What are you doing?” I slapped his hand away from my dress.
“Proving it. You have a freckle here,” he touched my right hip. “And here,” he pointed right above the bikini line on the left side. “And here.” I closed my eyes as he lightly caressed my right upper inner thigh.
“No I don't,” I lied.
“Liar.” I gasped as he stroked me through the cotton. “And I know you liked this.”
“We can't, we're not married,” I protested.
“Then it's a good thing we're married.”
My body tightened up at the deja vu. Eddie sighed, but gave me a quick kiss and moved down to the other end of the couch.
“So you're saying we went to the Middle Ages and got married? Do you really think that's possible?”
He grinned. “I never said we went to the Middle Ages. Two people? Hallucinating the same thing?”
“It didn't happen,” I insisted. I got up and found the blue box, and took out the ring. “See? Nothing.” I put it on and off, crossing mental fingers that nothing would actually occur.
Eddie pulled me down on the couch next to him. “I put it on you, maybe that's what needs to happen.” He did so, but nothing occurred.
“You're imaging things. We're not married.” I left the ring on anyway. “I want to go back to my hotel. I think I'm done with seeing things for the day.” I shuddered. I wanted to see New York, not the original York back in the day.
“I really think we should talk about this.”
“I really don't want to.” I matched his gaze levelly, and kept it for a minute before closing my eyes and curling up into a ball again. “Please.”
He hesitated. “Will you still come to see the show with me? And dinner?”
“Not dinner,” I said firmly. “Sorry, but I want more peopl
e around. I'll meet you at the theater. I promise I'll be there.” Watching a Broadway production seemed like a blast of normalcy in an abnormal day.
If I wasn't going to the theater with Eddie for the second night in a row, I would have worn the red dress again; no one else in New York knew me, so no one would notice the wardrobe gaffe. Eddie would notice, though, and I certainly didn't want him ogling my breasts again. After earlier today, I didn't trust him to keep his hands off. After earlier today, I didn't think I trusted myself to push his hands off. Going through the few clothes I had brought with me, I decided on a floor length tan skirt with gold threaded through it, and an off white sleeveless top that I normally wore a jacket over. It was cut high enough to not allow easy viewing down, but I still felt self conscious, and ended up throwing a flowered scarf around my neck as distraction.
As Eddie had said, the seats weren't as good for that night's play. They were halfway back in the theater, on one of the wings. The view was still great, and nothing out of the ordinary happened during the first act. That changed after intermission, though.
My silk scarf kept getting caught on the rough fabric seats, and I had removed it and laid it on my lap early in the performance. I was bored waiting for the show to start back up again, and played with the ring, twirling it around, moving it from one finger to another. As the curtain came up and the announcer set the scene, Eddie put his hand over mine.
“Quit fidgeting. You're going to drop it.” He slid the ring on my finger again, then we were standing on a cobblestone street, surrounded by stone buildings that were an awful lot like the real version of the set we were just in front of.
“Well, so much for plausible deniability.” I sighed.
“Um-hum,” Eddie said, not paying attention to the town. He was fully fixated on what the square neck of my shirt, sans covering scarf, was doing to my ample bosom. He brought his head down to kiss the exposed skin, and I arched my back at his warm breath, giving him better access.
He started fumbling for the hem of the shirt, pushing it up above my breasts. “Wait, we don't know how this works,” I moaned, yet still grabbed his hips and thrust against them.
“It's clothing, it's easy.”
“No, I mean--” I released his hips to take hold of his ears, and forced his head up and away from my breasts. Distraction over, I released the ears and put a hand on each cheek.
Undeterred, he continued to unhook my bra. “We're married. I want in.”
“We don't know how this works,” I repeated. “I don't want to be stripped in the middle of a crowded theater.” His fingers stopped as the realization hit him. “We don't know what happens to our modern bodies while we're ... where ever we are.”
Eddie looked longingly at the breasts, so close to coming out of my bra at this point. So much for dressing conservatively this evening.
“I'll let you play find the freckle later,” I promised, and took his mouth prisoner in a kiss. After a minute of smooching, but before we got too carried away, I pulled my shirt back down, reached my hands around his neck, and removed the ring.
The person in the seat next to me looked over as I gasped for air, suddenly not in the middle of a kiss. I looked down my body, then Eddie's – good, fully clothed. Eddie shifted in his seat to hide the enjoyment he had received from the time with me, and placed his Playbill strategically. My stomach rolled. I grabbed his right hand with my left, and curled up on his shoulder, clutching his bicep tightly, trying to control my breathing. I wanted to leave, go back to his place and talk about what just happened, but was determined to finish the show first. He paid the money for the show, and who knew if I could ever see Romeo and Juliet on Broadway again. My breathing had calmed down by the time the show finished, but I still was flushed all over.
“How far is your apartment? Can we walk?”
Eddie glanced at the cross street as we left the theater, and nodded. “It's a bit of a walk, but not too bad. I'm worried about rain, though,” he said, looking up at the dark sky. I didn't know how he could tell – I couldn't see anything past all the light pollution.
“I won't melt.”
I regretted that statement several blocks away from the apartment when the skies opened up. Apparently the storms that had delayed me in Dallas had finally blown through to New York, and still had plenty of rain left in them. After a block of trying to run in the rain, I went back down to a walk, tugging at Eddie's arm so he slowed down as well.
“I can't get more wet.”
He looked me over, and I knew what he saw. Everything. Off white doesn't do much more than white when soaked, the full skirt was dragging at the sidewalk, and my nipples were erect through the thin linen tank. The latter might have been from the look he was giving me, and not the cold, though. I felt like a drowned rat, and was sure I didn't look much better. Eddie's suit was soaked as well, and I hoped it wasn't ruined.
I unknotted my scarf, and placed the silk strategically to cover my my nipples. I may be acting like a tramp with my husband, but not in public, thank you very much.
The doorman waited with an open door when we reached the building, and wisely kept his eyes off of me. Eddie had been very possessive of me so far, and I wouldn't want to cross him if I was the doorman.
Eddie handed me a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, and I went into the bathroom to towel off and change. I hung my clothing over the shower curtain to dry, trying not to be self-conscious at hanging my unmentionables for him to see.
“Do you have a sweatshirt--” I broke off as I left the bathroom, catching Eddie after he had changed into jeans, but before he put a shirt on. “Wow,” I whispered, taking in the sight. He was as built as I had felt underneath his shirts, and longed to run my fingers through the dark chest hair. He grinned at me and finished putting his shirt on, tossing me a navy blue sweatshirt.
“MIT grad?” I asked, noticing the decal on the well worn piece of clothing. It was as soft against my skin as I had thought.
He nodded, and moved to the bar. “Undergrad and masters. Whiskey?”
“Bring the bottle,” I told him, sitting on the couch. He brought over two glasses, handing one to me. I slugged back the first shot, and held the glass out for more.
“So, it definitely happened again,” Eddie said, and I agreed. “You're admitting it now?”
I glared at him. “Yes, alright? I admit that something weird is going on. We're entering a joined hallucination.”
“Or a portal to another world.”
“You read too much sci-fi,” I told him, pointing to the full bookshelves. “Or time travel.”
He drank his glass, and poured another.
“What do you think is causing it to happen?” I took the ring off, and slid it back on. Nothing. He reached out and did the same; still nothing.
“Maybe it's predicated by lecherous thoughts,” Eddie tossed out, and put his glass down. He pulled me onto his lap, and waggled his eyebrows before kissing me soundly.
“Mmmm, try the ring?” I said when he let me up for air, holding my left hand out.
“I'm not feeling lecherous enough,” he responded, and nuzzled my neck. He ran his fingers along my side, then tugged the right side of the sweatpants down. Funny how a sensual touch doesn't activate my ticklish nature. Although honestly I was squirming, but for different reasons.
“Hey!”
“Here's freckle number one,” Eddie observed, and leaned down to kiss it. I groaned and leaned back against the arm of the couch, giving him better access to find the next one.
Eddie paused though, and removed his hand, causing me to arch my back and wiggle closer to him. He clamped an arm around my hips and pressed me to his growing erection. “You keep that up and we're looking for number three next,” he threatened.
I ran my nails lightly across his arm, and felt him stiffen more underneath me. I smiled, and removed the ring and held it out for him. He slid it back onto my ring finger with one hand and cupped his other hand around my heat.
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“Ahhh!” I squirmed to get his fingers moving where my body wanted them.
“Lecherous thoughts don't work,” Eddie said disappointedly, removing his hand.
“Oh yeah they do,” I informed him, grabbing his shirt and pulling him down on top of me. He grinned, shifting me off of him, and slid down the sweats.
“Oh look, number two,” he claimed it with his mouth, leaving me panting. He moved from beneath me to be between my legs. He lifted his head and looked at me, his eyes serious.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, husband—ohhh!” I broke off with a shriek as he brought his tongue into play on the third freckle. He moved up to kiss me on the mouth, and I wove my hands through his dark wavy hair. Eddie pushed the MIT sweatshirt up, revealing my breasts to the cool air.
“You are so beautiful,” Eddie breathed, and lowered his mouth onto one pert nipple. I arched my back, and he moved to the other nipple which was feeling rather left out.
“Eddie,” I whimpered, and reached my hands down to unbutton his jeans and get access to him. I pushed the jeans and his boxers down enough to free him, and spread my legs more to give him access. He entered me in one deep thrust like last time, and I dug my nails into his firm buttocks as he began moving in and out. I remembered I could move my hips too, and did so to match a thrust, and Eddie let out a low groan as he orgasmed.
He rested on an elbow, and I removed my nails from his bum and hugged him instead. Eddie pulled out with a little gasp from me, and I turned on my side and scooted back against the couch to give him room. The rough texture of the fabric rubbed against my bare butt, and I pulled my shirts down so they wouldn't be bunched up around my neck anymore.
Eddie let out a sigh of disappointment at the hiding of the breasts, but the twinkle in his eyes told me it was okay. He danced his fingertips along my thigh, and over the curve of my rear end. I closed my eyes at the sensations, but they flew back open when he started kissing me on the lips.
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