I ran my hand over his chest and placed a kiss at the edge of the tattoo. Then I looked down and saw his cock pushing against his pants.
It looks massive, and I figured he must be big at the height he was.
He smiled at my expression.
“Don’t worry I’ll go easy on you. You’ll have a good time baby.”
I returned the smile, not doubting his words in the least.
He undid his belt and shrugged out of his pants and boxers at the same time releasing the full length of his cock. He was massive, and the sight of him turned me on even more.
He bent to pick up his pants and retrieved a condom from his wallet. I had to hold back on drooling as he rolled it down himself.
“Ready?” he asked again and I nodded.
“I’m ready Jason.”
He took hold of my waist and slid straight into my center. I cried out from the surge of pleasure that immediately consumed me.
“Did I hurt you baby?” He stopped, looking worried.
“No, please don’t stop. Please.” I begged.
“Don’t worry sweet thing I don’t plan to.” He promised and with that he started pumping into me, building up a steady rhythm.
I couldn’t believe we were doing this. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, and God it felt so good.
He felt good, and I didn’t want him to ever stop.
Jason built up speed and really started to pound into me. Orgasm after orgasm hit me in a way that left my body tingling all over, as if I were on fire and the flames of desire scorched my skin.
“Jason.” I called out his name and when I reached for him he took hold of me allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist.
We continued from there.
In this position I felt filled with him and he had a direct hit to my g-spot with each thrust. The pressure that built up inside my core pushes me to the the brink of another orgasm and I felt this one would be all that my poor, lonely body could take.
“Oh fuck Paige hold on tight.” He groaned.
I was glad I took the advice, because it did feel like I was on a ride. A ride to ecstatic bliss that I didn’t want to ever stop.
A deep groan resonated from within his chest. I actually felt it as he held me tight against him and jack hammered into his release.
We both climaxed together which made this experience even more magical.
“Paige.” He breathed my name against my shoulder and pulled back to look at me. “Sweet thing that was amazing.”
He set me down again and pulled out of me, severing the connection between us, but reformed it again when he cupped my face.
I searched my feelings trying to see how I felt about what we just. I was looking for that bad feeling I thought would hit me, and feared it would, but all I felt was amazing.
“It was. It was amazing.” I agreed.
“You ready to come home with me?” he asked beaming down at me.
I got lost in his blue gaze as I contemplated that question again.
Am I ready?
I thought I’d passed the threshold of that, and I had to have more of what he just gave. A new life to my body that now craved him.
“I’m ready.” I smiled up at him.
10
Paige
He took me to his penthouse apartment on the edge of the city. It was located in Angel Heights, the hot spot for the rich and extremely wealthy.
His apartment was beautiful.
He had beige leather furniture that matched the soft silky colors of the walls. What I loved most was the wall to ceiling glass windows he had in the living room that gave it finesse and provided a gorgeous view of the city and the Golden Gate Bridge.
I got the chance to admire it for about five minutes, before he carried me off to his bedroom where he devoured me all night.
What we did back at the office was nothing in comparison to what we did in his bedroom, and the amount of times we did it too.
Jason was like food to my soul and I truly enjoyed every moment I spent with him.
But those bad feelings I looked for surfaced very early in the morning when I woke up, and not for the reasons I thought.
I was looking to feel bad because Jason was the first man that I’d been with since Paul. However, my uncertainty didn’t lie with just that. There was something else that I never expected.
This thing I had with Jason whatever it was happened fast, too fast and backwards almost. I never got to explore what it was I felt for him before we got to this stage. We’d just gone in full steam on the basis of emotion.
I knew that while I may have lost that part of me that had heart warmth and could get lost in emotions like the next romantic, there was a thing called reality that I had to consider.
Jason was my boss, and maybe that’s a flimsy thing to think about because he could get involved with me but things like bearing his authority in mind matters to me.
The other thing is that he’s only here temporarily, and we are just temporary.
When I was with Paul I knew we would be forever, until the day that he got sick. I knew I would marry him from the first day that I met him, when I was ten.
I’d never been with a man for fun, or temporarily. I’d never taken the advice I dished out, like the crazy advice I gave Bernice.
All I knew was long term, and what you do to make a relationship last. I knew of love, true love and I knew that someone would be damned lucky to find it twice.
I didn’t expect that with Jason. I couldn’t because I don’t know him like that. I’d acted on my desire for him but never looked beyond the point that I was at now.
The part where I’d developed these unexpected feelings for him that wanted more than one night, or temporary.
I liked him, I liked him a lot but seeing past anything temporary with him would be a mistake.
On that thought I slipped out of his bed, got dressed quickly and left with a heavy sadness in my heart.
When I got home I looked at the wedding picture. My eyes found it and I stood there for what felt like hours just staring.
Again, I was searching for guilt but it didn’t come.
It didn’t come because I realized that I managed to do exactly what Paul told me. Or near enough at least. I was letting go, slowly, but surely. And, it didn’t mean forgetting like I’d previously believed.
Before Jason I thought that letting go meant forgetting. That was how I let go of things, by forgetting. But, it didn’t mean that at all. It meant opening my heart and not hiding it away from the world.
It was just a shame that the man I could see myself taking this big step with was only going to be in my life for such a short amount of time, and I couldn’t expect more from him.
A tear ran down my cheek at that thought.
Jason
I was hoping she wouldn’t have left.
I really wanted to wake up next to her and see the morning sun beaming down on her golden skin.
But, she was gone, and my heart sunk further when I went to work and she wasn’t there. I thought she’d resumed her avoidance tactics and would have settled for finding her somewhere in the building, hiding from me, but searching for her everywhere revealed she didn’t come in today.
I must have asked Bernice a million times if she’d seen Paige. And, to the point where she got annoyed with me and told me to call if I was that worried.
Calling had crossed my mind several times but I feared what would happen if I did. I feared her ignoring my calls and the phone ringing out to voicemail. I feared speaking to her and hearing her say that last night was a mistake.
I feared losing the one person I’d ever really connected with.
Last night was unreal, and my life had been turned upside down since I walked into my new role weeks ago.
I’d had this fascination with her and her advice column, but thinking back now I guessed that maybe it was her I was fascinated with.
It took me weeks to meet her, and she li
terally fell into my arms. As if she was mine from back then.
Her staying away today said a lot, and I didn’t know if I should push the issue with her. I didn’t think last night was a one nighter, and I didn’t want it to be.
But maybe she did.
Thinking that drove me crazy all day, and eventually I was faced with the decision of what to do.
I didn’t want her to have to resort to staying away because of me, and I didn’t want her to stay away from me.
My madness drove me to do the one crazy thing I swore I would never do. I got personal. I looked up her address and drove straight to her house.
She would be in her right to call the police on me if she wanted to, but I had to see her.
The minute I parked I jumped out of my car and ran up the steps leading to the front door.
It was night but in the soft porch light I saw beautiful roses that looked well cared for. I could imagine her tending to the flowers and giving attention to each one. I could imagine her liking gardening, and being adventurous in what she did just from looking at the flowers all around hanging in baskets and planted in hedges clustered together.
Paige could have hired a gardener to do it but I wanted to imagine that it was her.
It just made me want to know more, more about her, and everything.
It took every last ounce of my courage to ring her doorbell, and waiting felt like torture.
I waited for two agonizing minutes before the door opened.
She looked shocked to see me, and there was also something that resembled excitement in her eyes. But it was only there for a spark and it left before I could really take note of it properly.
“Jason.” She said my name with a softness that I felt, and as I looked her over I realized I had more feelings for her than what I realized.
It was actually funny to acknowledge that because anyone who knew me knew I was the perpetual bachelor. I’d lived for fun and always said I’d be that way until I met the magical being that could change me.
By God in heaven, it seemed like I’d found that magical being. It was her.
I may not have known Paige for long but she’d changed me, and that meant she had me. All of me.
“Hey, I’m really sorry to come to your home completely unannounced and uninvited –”
“No, it’s okay. You’re invited.” She cut in.
“I had to see you. You weren’t at work today and I know last night was crazy I just…had to see you.” I didn’t know what to say that didn’t sound like I’d been going insane from wanting her to be mine. “Can I come in?”
She nodded and pushed the door open wider so I could go in.
She looked uneasy as I walked in and a little reserved.
I followed her into her living room where I was greeted with a portrait of a happy couple on their wedding day.
I assumed it was a relative I saw in the picture, but then I froze as I realized that the woman in the picture was Paige.
She saw me looking at the picture and she brought her hands together when I turned my focus to her.
“Is that you?” I asked for confirmation.
She nodded.
“You’re married?” I asked unable to hide the fear in my voice, and I cursed myself now for not getting personal sooner and checking her out.
My eyes zoned down to her hands, looking for a wedding band but I couldn’t see one. Her fingers were bare of any jewelry.
“I…was.” She answered looking straight at me with a sadness in her eyes that made me want to hold her, and soothe away anything that could make her sad.
“Was? What…happened?”
Her lips part and I waited for her to speak but no words came out.
My instincts took over at that point and I knew even before she said, “he died,” that that was what happened.
Suddenly that image she’d created in my mind of the strong challenging woman I witnessed weeks ago faded, and another realization hit me. The image she portrayed to the world was a front for the one before me.
She didn’t have to say anything, but I’d be willing to bet this version of Paige that stood before me was the old Paige. The one I wanted to find.
Silence filled the space between us but sometimes silence spoke more than words, and it was deafening the more it prolonged. There was a lot at play here, and it was all starting to make sense.
Weeks ago, she told me she wasn’t ready and kept saying she couldn’t go further with me.
This was why.
“It was a brain tumor. He died three years ago.”
“I’m sorry. I can’t imagine what it must have been like to go through that.” I offered.
“It was horrible.”
I nodded agreeing.
“Paige,” there was something I wanted to know. “Was I the first man you’d been with since?” It seemed absurd to ask because look at her. She has that beauty about her that would make you want to stare forever.
I imagined her with her pick of men, and I was just lucky she picked me last night.
“Jason, you’re the second man I’ve ever been with in my life,” she confessed.
I tried not to look shocked but I failed. Miserably.
How had I managed to find a woman like this?
I felt bad now that I’d accused her of having no heart. I felt terrible. My assumptions couldn’t have been further from the truth.
“I feel really privileged to be that for you. I…” my voice trailed off the more I thought about what she’d said, and the more I looked at her. “Paige, I hope I didn’t force you to do something you didn’t want to do.”
She shook her head. “No. You didn’t.”
“But you must regret last night. You stayed away.”
“I didn’t do anything with you that I regret.” She said with conviction and placed her hand to her chest.
“Why did you stay away?”
“Because, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now. I’ve never just had sex for a night of fun, and last night wasn’t just a night of fun for me.” She pulled in a breath and continued. “My heart is open, and I never thought I would be able to do that again, but I have baggage. I’m a widow whose kept pictures of my dead husband all around the house to keep him alive. I’m certain that when you came to San Francisco you didn’t sign up for this, for me with my excess baggage. And, if that’s not bad enough I have to put in perspective that you’re leaving in…five and a half months. I can’t, and don’t expect anything from you.”
I looked her over and what I saw was fear. Fear to feel more than what she felt for me.
There was nothing to be afraid of because I knew that women like her were priceless, part of the collection of priceless possessions my parents told me about. Maybe that was why I was so drawn to her, because she was rare and I wasn’t the kind of man to be dumb enough to let a rare and priceless possession slip out of my grasp.
“I lift weights a lot.”
She narrowed her eyes at me.
“What?”
“Weights, you know to build muscle.” I smiled at her.
“This is one of those times when you’re going to be annoying?” Now she looked annoyed.
“No, I’m never that. I just wanted you to know I can manage any sort of baggage, excess or otherwise. I can do it if it means I get to have you.” That was the part of me I’d been saving for this magical being who now looked stunned at my words.
“What?”
“Paige, I know we just got crazy lost in our emotions and we don’t know all that much about each other. Last night wasn’t just fun for me either. I want it to be more. I don’t need to know you for any length of time to know I want you, and as for me leaving, why don’t we just push that aside for a moment and see where this goes.” I knew where it would go, because I wasn’t going to let her go, but decided to take one step at a time for her benefit.
“You want to be with me?” She asked as if she couldn’t believe that I would.
/> “I think that much is obvious Paige, but yes I do.” I turned to look at the wedding picture and I focused on the lucky man who’d had her. He looked happy. The kind of happiness I imagined you’d feel when you had everything. When I looked back to her I understood why. “You must have loved him very much to try to keep his memory alive. I can’t imagine that anyone would be able to replace a man who was worthy of that. But, if you give me a chance maybe we could have something different. Can you?”
I thought that was the best I could say.
When a tear ran down her cheek and she nodded, excitement rippled through me.
“Yes. I can.” She gave me one of her sweet smiles and fell into my embrace as I moved towards her.
She clutched on to my shirt as I held her close, tears streaming down her cheeks now.
“Thank you Paige.” I kissed the top of her forehead and enjoyed holding her.
The last few weeks were mind blowing. I couldn’t wait to see what the next few weeks would bring.
I was confident that only good could happen from here onwards, and I knew my life would never be the same again.
Epilogue
Paige
Five and a half months later….
The last few months had been truly magical. Truly magical.
I never thought that I could experience happiness again after Paul but Jason was right when he said we could have something different.
We did.
That rush of emotion and intense attraction that pulled us together just propelled us to move forward.
We sat in the VIP suite of the JLM club. I was in his lap kissing him. It was our last night here in San Francisco.
Tomorrow, I’d be accompanying him to Hong Kong where we’d stay for the next two years.
We would be heading back to San Francisco though next fall for our wedding.
Jason proposed to me a month ago, at the same time that he asked me to go with him. He’d said there was no point waiting to do something he knew he was already going to do for the sake of time.
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