Finally he placed his hands on her head and pulled her off him, his hands moving to her jeans, which he fumbled with until she undid them herself and helped him get them off. They were tight enough that her panties came right off with them. His reaction made her happy that she’d been waxed just a few days before and was perfectly smooth except for a little patch of hair she kept right in front.
“You are absolutely perfect,” he said, then he quickly lifted her to the countertop again, scooting her bottom forward and making it clear he intended to give as good as he got. He kissed her thighs, making his way forward so slowly that she began to worry he was never going to reach his goal, until finally he very, very gently placed his mouth against her and began to very slowly french kiss her between her legs. She placed her hands on his head, pushing him more urgently against her, but he didn’t oblige. He was intent on teasing her, it seemed. His tongue only gently and briefly touched her button, even though she kept trying to pull his head between her legs each time he did it. She felt her excitement rise again and again, but each time, just before she could get there, he’d move to kissing around her hot spot. He kept her on the edge for what felt like an eternity, until she finally cried out. “Please!” she whimpered.
That must have been the signal he was waiting for, because he slipped a finger inside her deliciously slick opening and found her hidden interior button, then he moved his mouth back to her. This time he didn’t stop. His finger worked in tandem with the rhythm his tongue was using, and Lori’s legs began to tremble. She pulled his head tighter against her and began bucking her hips toward him. He adjusted to her secret rhythm she was showing him, instinctively meeting each of her hip movements with the movements of his finger inside her and his tongue outside her, until her moans grew louder and longer. He didn’t speed up or press harder — he knew the trick of keeping the exact rhythm that was working so well, and she exploded into bliss. He didn’t stop until she loosened her grip on his head. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and kissed her again. Then he picked her up.
“Where to?” he asked.
“The living room,” she decided. “Wait, pick up my shirt,” she said. “I just got the damned thing reupholstered. I don’t want to get anything on it.”
“We’ll use my shirt,” he said. Without putting her down, he leaned over, grabbed his shirt and carried her into the living room. He smoothed out his shirt on the nearest section of the sofa and helped her position herself comfortably. Her head rested on the special throw pillow Catarina had made for her. He lay down on top of her and resumed their kiss, his erection pressing against her but not inside her.
“Do you have a …?” she asked.
He groaned. “In my pants, in your kitchen,” he said. He didn’t try to enter her, but she felt the base of his hard-on slipping and sliding against her very wet opening. She tilted her hips against him, so that the tiniest little movement would be enough join them together. She knew he should go retrieve the condom, but she was loathe to break contact. He seemed to waver, before tearing himself away from her and racing to the kitchen. He was back in a flash, the little foil envelope held up triumphantly. He quickly put it on and, to her great relief, didn’t tease her anymore. He sank all the way inside her, her abundant juices allowing him to seat himself all the way in with one stroke.
“Oh, my God,” he said, without moving. “Oh my God.” Then he began to slowly move in and out of her. Lori knew that he probably wouldn’t be able to last very long. But he seemed to have another idea in mind. He just went very, very slowly, pausing every so often with just the head in until he could regain control again. Then he would slowly explore the depths of Lori’s body again. He seemed to remember the exact location of her most sensitive inner spot, and he guided himself against it with every in-stroke, then ground his pubic bone against her each time he was all the way inside her.
“You’re going to make me come again if you keep doing that,” she whispered.
“That’s the idea,” he said, and ground against her again. She let out a little cry, moved her hips in a tight little circle up against him, and exploded once again. He maintained the exact rhythm she needed until her cries lessened, then he changed it, quickly moving in and out of her hard and fast until his eyes rolled up in his head and he let out a loud groan of satisfaction. He pulled out of her and kissed her, then carefully placed the spent condom on top of the wrapper where he’d left it on the coffee table. They snuggled and nuzzled each other.
“You’re spectacular,” he said.
“Either you or this house has some kind of magic to it,” she said. “I’ve never felt anything like that before. Oh my God, you’re a tease!”
“You made me wait for it long enough! I had to pay you back,” he joked. Then his voice grew more serious. “I would really like to spend the night with you, but I don’t fancy sleeping on your sofa. Or on a bed where somebody just gave birth. Can we get dressed and go back to my place? We’ll be more comfortable there, and I’ll make you breakfast in the morning, and then we can come back here and I’ll help you clean up. Deal?”
“Sure,” she said. “I’m so sleepy right now, though.”
Jake gave her butt a gentle smack. “Get up and get dressed, woman. Or do I need to carry you to my car naked?” She got up, ran upstairs and dressed in clean clothes. She dumped a change of clothes, some basic toiletries and one of her sexier pieces of lingerie into an overnight bag and returned downstairs. Jake was dressed in his ridiculous ’70s outfit again.
“You really look groovy,” she said.
“You always look beautiful,” he said. “You look beautiful when you’re all dressed up, and you look beautiful when you’re digging in the dirt. Or getting ready to deliver a baby. But you look most beautiful when you’re feeling good. So I’m going to do my best to see you that way a lot.”
It was cold in his car, and such a short drive that the heater hadn’t even had a chance to warm the interior. He unlocked the door and led her inside his house.
It was completely perfect in every way; not a single item was out of place. In fact, it didn’t look like a real house where someone actually lived.
“This is nice,” she said, though in truth she thought it a trifle overdone.
“Thanks,” he said. “I have to admit it’s staged, done by the same lady who stages the higher-end houses I sell. But come on back here.” He opened the door to his bedroom and the real Jake was revealed. The room was nice, but messy. The bed was unmade and a pair of jeans lay on the floor next to it. The night stand contained a glass of water, an empty can of beer, and a plate with several dried-up pizza crusts on it.
“I actually prefer this room,” she said. “Looks more like the real you.”
Jake laughed. “I am not sure whether that’s a compliment or an insult, but all I want right now is to get into this bed with you.”
“I just need a second to freshen up,” Lori said. He pointed to his bathroom and she quickly stripped down and took a half-shower, not getting her face or hair wet but giving a quick wash to what she liked to call “the relevant areas.” Then she did a superficial repair of her makeup and put on the sexy lingerie she had thrown into the bag. It was an emerald green, silky little thing that clung to her breasts and did little to conceal anything else. Her ridiculously heavy green eye makeup was still in place and matched it exactly. She stepped out of the bathroom and suddenly felt nearly shy.
Jake was already in bed, sitting up with the covers pulled up to his waist. “Turn around,” he said. “Let me get a good look at you in that thing.” She obligingly did a little twirl, knowing just how good she looked and feeling proud to show him.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I meant to wear my sexy little nightie, but I think it’s still at the cleaners. So I guess you have to deal with me naked.” He pulled back the covers, seemingly very comfortable giving Lori a good look at his nude body. “Come to bed,” he said.
She quickly scooted in next
to him. He gave her another long, lingering kiss, then reached down and pushed aside the thin green material to expose her right breast. His left hand lazily teased her nipple, which quickly grew stiff, while he continued to kiss her softly, yet urgently.
“I have wanted you since the first moment I laid eyes on you,” he said.
“The ER?” she asked.
“No, Caroline’s house-warming party.”
“But we didn’t even speak that night.”
“I was working on a good line but you left before I got a chance.” The end of his sentence was a bit muffled, as her nipple was between his lips.
“You can stop talking now,” Lori joked. “Tend to your business!” He laughed and slid her down the bed — easy enough with her slippery little green outfit — and rolled on top of her. He was more than ready for the next round, by the feel of things. Once again, she tilted her hips toward him, trying to get as close to sex as possible without actually taking him inside her. He moved his hips forward and backward, sliding easily up and down her wetness. In the back of her head, Lori heard a little warning voice that she was playing with fire, but she chose to ignore it. Then they both moved together in such a way that the tip of him slipped right inside her, and they both froze and looked at each other. Then she very tentatively rolled her hips against him, causing more of him to slide inside her. He moaned and pushed forward and just held that position, not moving at all.
“I have condoms,” he said. “In the bedside table.” He began making small, seemingly involuntary movements inside her, each one of them triggering sharp sensations of pleasure for both of them.
“We should definitely use a condom,” Lori said, but she said it while rolling her hips toward him, causing him to make another little cry of pleasure deep in his throat.
He reluctantly pulled out and Lori’s body protested the sudden loss of all the good feelings. But he had the condom on in record time and was back inside her. They both reacted like starving people who had had their food taken away, then returned to them.
“Oh my God,” Lori said, as he resumed his slow, deliberate, deep thrusts. “Oh, that’s perfect.”
“This is amazing,” he said. “You are amazing. Your body is amazing. What you’re doing is amazing.” Then he seemed to remember the secret to making Lori lose her mind, and shifted his position a little so that with each in-stroke, he rammed right against her inner hot-spot. Each time earned him the reward of hearing Lori mewl like a kitten. His lips found hers and they exchanged deep kisses, his tongue darting into her mouth and teasing hers in a way that echoed what he was doing to another part of her body.
Lori felt each stroke was nearly but not quite enough to trigger bliss — just as she got close, he’d pull out and the little space of time before he did it again was enough for her imminent explosion to subside. Her whimpering was non-stop now. All she wanted was for him to go just a little bit faster so she could fall over the edge.
“Please,” she said. It was hard to talk. All she wanted to do was to moan.
“Please what?” he asked, not changing his deliberate rhythm at all. He seemed to have iron control.
“Please, make me come!” she said.
“Like this?” he asked, and suddenly sped up.
Lori felt overwhelming sensations crash over her, hard spasms erupting from her core. She tried to cry out but he had captured her tongue and was sucking it as she gasped out her pleasure. She was still pulsing when he suddenly sped up even more and took her hard and fast, triggering his own explosion, so powerful that she could feel him throbbing inside her.
He rolled off her and she took a deep breath.
“Wow,” she said. “Where in the hell did you learn how to do that, Mr. ‘Oh, I haven’t dated many women!’ That was amazing!”
“Just a lucky guess,” he said, not even trying to hide his huge grin.
“Fess up, Mister,” she said. “That was definitely not what I was expecting.”
“You thought I was going to be a lousy lay, huh?” he was still smiling.
“I didn’t think you were going to be a master at it!”
“A sex master, huh? I like the sound of that.”
“Seriously, though,” she said.
“I’m a good student. Also, I put myself through college working as a male prostitute.”
He looked so serious that Lori almost believed him for a second, until his serious look exploded into a series of laughs. “You believed me for just a second!” he said triumphantly.
“Jake Williams! You are terrible!” she said, giving him a playful swat on the side of his hip. “But if the real estate thing ever tanks, you could probably make good money that way.”
“I’ll keep it in mind as a Plan B,” he said. He leaned over and kissed her. “One last thing before I fall asleep. I want to get this mustache and sideburns off. Be right back.” He went into the bathroom and began fussing with a small bottle of liquid and a cotton ball, then she heard sounds much like bandages being ripped from a patient. “Holy shit!” he yelled. He came back into the bedroom sans facial hair, but with angry red skin where he’d ripped everything off. “That hurt a lot more than I thought it would.”
“Oh, don’t be such a big baby,” she said. “You have no idea what I go through every three weeks to keep my hoo-ha hairless. Hot wax and ripped-out hairs, just so everything stays nice and smooth down there.”
“Go ahead and grow it out ’70s-style,” he said. “I don’t mind either way. I’m curious to see what the garden would look like if you let it get all overgrown.”
“What an incurable romantic,” she joked. She laid her head down on his chest. “I feel like I need to sleep for around 12 hours,” she said. “And in the morning I want to visit Molly and the new baby and then I have considerable house-cleaning to do.”
“I’ll help you. Just need to sleep first,” he said. He tightened his arms around her and within seconds he was asleep, and moments later, so was she.
Lori woke up before him and removed all her makeup, something she’d been too tired to do the night before. She also cleaned her teeth. He woke up as she was snuggling back up to him.
“Good morning,” he said. “I promised you breakfast, didn’t I?”
“You did,” she said.
“I don’t suppose nuking a piece of pizza would be good enough.”
“Actually, that sounds great,” she said. He left the bed but returned 10 minutes later with coffee and hot pizza.
“I actually did stock up on bacon and eggs and stuff, but I find I’m too tired to want to cook now,” he said. They sat cross-legged in bed, facing each other, eating the pizza and drinking the coffee.
“If you had topped off last night with a gourmet breakfast, it would have been just more showing off,” she said. “You already showed off enough.”
“Does that mean you don’t want to see any more of my tricks?” he raised his eyebrows suggestively.
“I didn’t say that, now did I?” Lori put her plate on the bedside table, next to her half-finished coffee. Jake did the same on his side.
“Come here, woman,” he said. “I still have a few tricks to show off.” He started kissing her again and Lori wondered if he would be able to coax out of her anything like the sensations he’d given her the night before.
As it turned out, he could.
Chapter 19
“He’s absolutely perfect!” Lori said, reaching out to take Henry from Molly’s arms. The baby was sleeping soundly no matter how much she jiggled him. She recalled that babies tend to need a nice long sleep after the ordeal of birth.
“I know,” Molly said. “I think he looks a lot like Suzie in the face, but more like Tommy’s hair.”
“I think he looks like me,” David said.
“Of course he does,” Molly said, smiling at her husband. Then she looked at Lori and winked.
“How you doing, little Pirate Baby?” Lori said, bouncing the sleeping baby and hoping he’d wake up.
“Come on, little guy. Auntie Lori wants to see your eyes!”
“They’re blue for now,” Molly said. “I’m betting they’re brown later on, though. And do you see his little widow’s peak?”
“See, he does too look like me,” David said. “He has my hair!”
“Someday I’m going to have fun telling him how he was born at my housewarming party,” Lori said. “And that he owes me a bedspread.”
“I’m really sorry I ruined it! I didn’t recognize it at the time, but I guess I was in labor all evening. But it just felt like the same old Braxton-Hicks I’d been feeling forever.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Lori said. “I’m just super glad Julie was there, and that I hadn’t had a chance to drink more than a few sips of wine. And that everything went so well.”
“Thank you again, Lori,” David said, slowly and formally. “Molly and I discussed this, and we want you to know Henry’s full name. It’s Henry David Randall Conrad. The Randall being in honor of you, of course.”
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