Everything's Better With Kimberly
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Damn. He was good. I definitely wasn’t thinking about anything else now. “Okay,” I said, “I’m ready.”
He rolled on top of me again propping himself up on his elbows. My legs parted for him as he positioned himself at my core. He lowered his face down to my ear and whispered, “Remember, nothing happens unless you want it to. Say the word and everything stops. Okay?”
I almost nodded, but I caught myself and said, “Okay.”
He took my hands in his and interlaced our fingers as he slowly pressed into me. I braced myself for a pang of excruciating pain, but it never came. It was a little uncomfortable at first but mostly it felt good, really good. It felt better when I had taken his fullness and he was brushing my clitoris with each stroke. It felt even better when Adam kissed my neck and reminded me to relax and enjoy it because I’d realized that I’d been holding my breath. The best part was him whispering in my ear, telling me how good I felt to him, how beautiful I was and other amazingly sweet and sexy things.
He growled in approval when I wrapped my legs around his waist and squeezed. He also liked it when I dragged my fingernails down his back. Maybe I wasn’t bad at this. Adam was planting delicate bites on my neck and caressing me with his warm breath. I could feel another climax building in slow waves every time our hips met.
“Kiss me,” I whispered, and he obliged, covering my mouth with his as I exploded for what felt like the hundredth time that morning.
When I felt Adam’s body clench and relax, I was still in the throes of my orgasm. His arm tightened around me as if he was trying to merge our bodies into one.
“Oh, God. Kimberly.” He groaned before rolling off of me. He wrapped his arms around my back pulling me into his chest and kissing me. “I can report without any doubt that you, Princess, are very good at sex.”
“And you Mr. Price, are very, very good at sex.”
“Told you.” He kissed me again, climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom. He returned sans condom and holding another washcloth. This one was cool and he pressed it between my legs for a few seconds before cleaning me again.
“Oooh! That’s nice.” I laughed when I first experienced the cool pressure.
“I thought you might be a little sore.” He grinned knowingly.
Big dick energy.
“I was.” I nodded reverently. I briefly thought of my mom telling my dad that she “appreciated experience and wisdom” and thought maybe it wouldn’t be so bad being with a man who spoiled me with skills he spent years honing with other women. But maybe those women thought he’d be spoiling them, too. Once we got back to New York, he’d be spoiling someone else. I pushed that thought out of my head. Plus, I really didn’t want to think about my parents ever doing what Adam and I spent the morning doing; though, I know for a fact they’d done it at least twice.
“Hey.” He tossed the washcloth on top of the first one and climbed into bed. “Where’d you go?”
“Is it weird that we just woke up a couple of hours ago and I’m completely exhausted?”
He smiled at me but I could tell he wasn’t thoroughly convinced. Thankfully, he didn’t press the issue.
“Actually,” He pulled me into him and covered us with the duvet, “I’d take it personally if you weren’t.”
I laughed and snuggled into his chest. He dragged his fingertips up and down my back.
“Shouldn’t you put on a t-shirt? I don’t want to cover you with drool.”
“They don’t make t-shirts thick enough—”
I pinched him.
“Ow!” he laughed. “I can get your scarf if you want.”
“I kind of don’t want you to move.” I arched up and kissed him.
“So I’ll stay right here.” He kissed me again, but he lingered on my bottom lip sucking gently before pulling away.
“Adam?”
“Yeah, Princess?”
“Talk to me.”
“About what?”
“Anything. Your voice soothes me to sleep.”
“Wow.” He laughed and tickled me. “I’m not going to read too much into that.”
“Trust me. It’s a good thing.” I kissed him again. “Tell me about your brother and his wife.”
“Sure, but before I do, I wanted to clear the air about something.” I picked my head up and looked at him. “The whole Man-Whore thing.”
I tried to look surprised but I was sure my terrible poker face betrayed me again because he laughed.
“It started when I was in college. I worked as a bartender which gave me the opportunity to meet a lot of people. Mostly women who pretended not to know I was the son of a billionaire. I wasn’t in a good place then. No regrets, but it’s just not who I am anymore. When I started working at WP I had a couple of ill-advised office flings which only fed the rumors, and the last one almost cost me my job.” He heaved a deep sigh. “I’m telling you this because the rumors never bothered me. I stopped caring what people think about me a long time ago, but…” He reached up and caressed my cheek. “I care what you think about me.”
I was uncharacteristically at a loss for words, so I kissed him again, hoping he would get the message.
“Speechless, huh?” He grinned. “That has to be another first.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “So, why didn’t you tell me this before we had sex?”
“I was planning to, but then I saw you in that yellow bikini and I haven’t had a coherent thought until just now.”
I laughed and he kissed me again.
“Still want to hear about Nate and Abby?”
I nodded and made myself comfortable, resting my cheek over his heart.
He started telling me a story about a coffee shop and strip club. My eyes got really heavy and I drifted off to sleep to the gentle vibrations of Adam’s voice rumbling in his chest.
thirteen
Adam
I kept talking long after I knew she was fast asleep. I told her all about Nate, Abby and little Aviva. I also told her a bunch of things I wish I had the balls to tell her when she was awake.
Being with Kimberly felt easy. A part of me was hoping the sex would somehow change the way I felt about her. That was the way it usually worked, but now I was in too deep, literally.
I felt her stir against me and I kissed her shoulder. She turned and faced me with a big sleepy grin on her face. I wanted her again. I pressed my lips to hers and smoothed my hand over her breast down her stomach and between her legs until I found her folds slick with arousal.
Had she been dreaming about me? I wondered.
A moan escaped her lips as I gently massaged her clit. I pressed a finger into her core as my mouth moved to her breast. I’d never craved someone like this before. My tongue swirled around her navel as I moved lower down her torso.
“Adam,” she moaned. “I’m hungry.”
“So am I.” I parted her outer labia with my tongue and closed my lips over her clitoris. She gasped and moaned, her hips bucking. Her body was so sensitive to my touch, so receptive and eager for pleasure. The fact that I could give it to her so easily made me feel ten feet tall. I reached for a condom and held it out to her. She pushed my hand away.
“I’ll do the next one,” she said with a smile.
I put the plastic package in between my teeth before wrapping her up in a bed sheet, carrying her to the balcony and depositing her in a deck chair.
“I tried to tell you not to skip breakfast. Here, get started on the fruit. I’ll order some lunch.” I leaned down and kissed her neck.
“How do you get that big head of yours through the door?”
“Which one?” I waggled my eyebrows at her and grinned. I went into the apartment to order lunch but not before Kimberly threw a piece of mango at me and it bounced off of the back of my head.
We made love again while we waited for the food to arrive. This time Kimberly straddled me on the deck chair. She slowly raised and lowered herself on my cock while rolling and twisting her hips to
the rhythm of the Atlantic Ocean crashing against the cliffs. My hands roamed her body, desperate to feel every inch of her warm, soft skin. I explored her neck and shoulders with my lips, tongue and teeth.
How was it possible that making love to her for the second time was somehow better than the first? Would the next one be even better?
I was still inside her and already thinking about when I would have her again. Her fingers were tangled in my hair and she murmured softly in my ear, sweet words punctuated with soft moans and cries. All of my senses were heightened. The sensation was overwhelming. This wasn’t going to last much longer.
I reached between us and my thumb found the sensitive bundle of nerves I was seeking and I massaged. With the other hand, I gently tugged Kimberly’s braid, forcing her chin up and exposing her throat. I pressed my lips to her neck and she exploded, screaming my name. Her clenching and spasming sent me over the edge as I hugged her close and filled the condom.
“You’re so beautiful, Kimberly,” I whispered in her ear as I held her. It’s not what I wanted to tell her, but what I wanted to tell her was not what she wanted to hear. She planted a kiss on my chest and rested her cheek against my heart.
“Can you grab my phone and tablet for me while you’re up?” Kimberly called from the balcony with a mouthful of hamburger. She was wearing one of my t-shirts and I’d put on a pair of boxer briefs.
“Yup,” I called over my shoulder as I shuffled to the door.
“Package for Kimberly Simmons. There was a note at the concierge desk to deliver it here?” It was the front desk attendant that checked us in and the look on his face told me that he expected an explanation for Kimberly’s change of address.
“Thanks. I’ll make sure she gets it.” I grinned at him and closed the door on his confused expression before grabbing her devices from her bedroom and returning to the balcony.
“Yay!” She clapped her hands after ripping open the box.
They were her proposals for tomorrow’s meeting and she’d had them locally printed. She pulled them out one by one and flipped through the pages.
“They’re perfect!”
After fanning the pages of the one she was holding, she held it up to her nose and inhaled.
“Mmmm. I love the smell of paper and ink,” she sighed.
I usually would have been weirded out but watching her get so excited about office supplies was one of the cutest damn things I’d ever seen.
She carefully repackaged the proposals and pulled out her tablet. I grabbed the rest of my burger and fries before settling into the chair next to hers.
“Hey, Adam?”
“Yeah?”
“Your models aren’t at the office. Didn’t you say you got a delivery confirmation yesterday?”
“Yeah,” I replied sitting up. I remembered sitting on the beach, scrolling through my phone hoping Kimberly sent me an email and vaguely remembering a delivery confirmation, at least I thought it was. I ran inside, grabbed my tablet from the night stand, and sat on my bed to check my emails.
Fuck.
Delayed.
The model wasn’t delivered. It was delayed. That’s what the message said, but I was too busy throwing a pity party for myself to do my fucking job. Kimberly was so excited about tomorrow’s meeting, and now I was going to have to tell her that I fucked up again.
“Adam?” She was standing in the doorway between the balcony and my bedroom. Her face fell when she saw me. “What’s wrong?”
I took a deep breath and handed her my tablet. “I fucked up.”
She took the tablet from my hand and sat on the bed reading. She was quiet for a couple of minutes and I couldn’t imagine what she was thinking.
“Kimberly?”
She stood and started pacing back and forth scrolling up and down.
“Kimberly?”
“Shhh. Hold on.” She didn’t look at me but waved me away. Oddly, she didn’t seem upset. She slowly paced back and forth, leaning her head from side to side, nodding and occasionally muttering the word okay in varying tones and lengths. Her last okay had the tone of finality and when she turned to face me she was all business.
“Okay.” She tucked my tablet into her arm and clapped her hands. “This is okay. Here’s what I need you to do: First, stop sitting there looking like your dog died —wait, you didn’t have a dog that died, did you?” I shook my head trying to stifle a laugh. “Phew! Okay. Second, call Francis and tell him that we need him. We always get the giant SUV, right?” I nodded. “Perfect. Third, I need you to take the fastest shower ever and get dressed.” She tossed my tablet on the bed and walked over to me. She stood between my legs, took my face in her hands and kissed me. “It’s gonna be fine. We’ll take care of it. I’m a project manager. This is what I do. Now, move.”
Twenty minutes later we were sitting in the back of the SUV heading to an address Kimberly had given to Francis. She was holding my hand, not the other way around, and it made me feel worse. It would have felt better if was she mad at me for this. It would’ve made more sense. I wondered what it meant that she was more pissed at me for telling people that I was her boyfriend than she was at me for possibly tanking our presentation.
“So here’s where we are:” She turned to face me. “The model is in Barbados, which is good, but it’s possibly damaged according to the system note, which is bad. So, the plan is to find it, get it to the office and repair the damage, if there is any. The office building closes at six. So that gives us,” She checked her watch, “four and a half hours. It’s scheduled for delivery today so it’s either on a truck or in the warehouse. If it’s in the warehouse, I’m hoping we can grab it and get it to the office ourselves. If it’s on the truck, we have to wait for it to be delivered and hope we have enough time to repair any damage. So, cross your fingers for the warehouse.” She paused, searching my face. She placed a hand on my thigh. “Hey, shit happens. You misread an email. I didn’t follow up. Lucky for us we have time to fix it.”
“How are you so calm?” I asked. “My entire career is flashing before my eyes.”
“Do you mean why aren’t I having a panic attack right now?” She smiled and squeezed my hand. “My psychiatrist says I have control issues.”
“What?” I said in feigned indignation. “You? Control issues? Come on.”
She laughed and said, “You are not allowed to tease me until that model is in perfect condition and in that conference room.”
“Fair enough.”
“Basically, my anxiety gets worse when it comes to things I can’t control like airplanes, crowded elevators, heights, natural disasters… but things that I have some degree of control over are fine. When an issue like this arises, I can look at it and come up with a solution, or multiple solutions. I actually like solving problems. It doesn’t make sense does it?”
“It makes a lot of sense.” I brought her hand to my lips and kissed it. She gasped and flicked a glance at Francis, who appeared not to have noticed.
I sighed and looked out the window.
“We’re here,” Francis called from the driver’s seat.
“You are going into this hobby shop and buying everything you would possibly need for repairs. I’m going to stay in the car and track down the model.”
Fifteen minutes and eighty-five dollars later I had everything I needed. In that time, Kimberly managed to find the model. It was, in fact, in the warehouse, which made her very happy.
By the time we got the giant wooden crate into the car and pulled up to The Wolfe Industries offices we had two hours to spare. A couple of members of the maintenance staff met us with a cart and we followed them inside. Kimberly stayed downstairs to chat with the woman at the reception desk, who I learned was named Nan, and was apparently the one who tipped us off about the delivery being late.
We crowbarred the crate open and I prepared for the worst, but it was in surprisingly good shape. The model was packaged in three separate pieces. I assembled them and got to wo
rk assessing the damage. A couple of the buildings collapsed, there was some dirt and chipped paint in a couple spots.
I pulled out my phone and put on a work playlist.
David Bowie sang about being an alligator and a space invader as I rebuilt, repaired, glued and painted. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but I was almost finished when I heard Kimberly’s voice.
“Wow!” she breathed. She walked over to the table where I was working, crouched down, crossed her arms and surveyed the mini resort at eye level. “Look at what you did.” She grinned at me. “This is amazing.”
It made my chest swell to see her admiring something I created. The caveman in me grunted in approval. She moved around the model, occasionally leaning in to examine a particular detail, and I noticed she was humming along to The Raspberries.
“You like this song?”
“Doesn’t everyone like this song?” She walked over to me, took my arms, wrapped them around her waist and started swaying her hips. She wrapped her arms around my neck, stood on her tip-toes and began to sing along in my ear asking me to go all the way and of course, she had a beautiful voice.
We held each other swaying until the song sped up at the bridge. Kimberly grabbed my hands and pulled away from me shimmying her shoulders. I twirled her before pulling her into me kissing her as if I’d never be able to kiss her enough. She pulled away from me laughing and trying to catch her breath. The song changed to a ballad and her eyes went wide.
“I love this song. My parents used to dance to this all the time.”
I pulled her into me and wrapped my arm around her waist swaying. I’ve never really paid attention to the lyrics before but today it felt like Elvin Bishop was singing my life.
I might have fooled around and fell in love with Kimberly.
As I held her in my arms, I tried to remember a time in my life when I was this happy, but I kept coming up empty. Her face was pressed against my chest as she sang along. I tipped her chin up until our eyes met and she gazed up at me smiling. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion and I was sure she was trying to read my mind. A loud chime from her watch broke the spell and she took a few steps back.