She flies with her own wings

by Annie Stone

  I bite down on my lip and clamp my fists in the sheets. It’s no longer just the intensity of his thrusts but also the intimacy. I feel like I’m wide open for him, not my body, my soul. I feel vulnerable and sensitive, but at the same time…invincible. With every stroke, we become closer, and our souls bond.

  I feel the change surge through him. That moment changes it from fucking to bonding. His breathing deepens, and he bends to kiss my back and runs his tongue in circles over my skin, tracing the shape of my tattoo. He covers my back with tiny kisses. In that moment, we both know our relationship has changed; it’s more solid, more intense. Unstoppable.

  He suddenly starts to shake, and I sense his orgasm. As he comes, he spanks me hard once, and I come with him. He lets go of my hands, grabs me round the waist, and holds on. We seem to lie like this for an eternity.

  Matt switches off the alarm, throws an arm over me and begins to fondle my breast. He kisses the nape of my neck and bites my earlobe. I turn to him and he kisses my mouth with his soft lips.

  “Good morning, babe,” he murmurs.

  As I remember yesterday, I know it’s a really bad idea to get something started, and I try to move away.

  “Hey, anyone would think you don’t want to have sex with me,” he jokes.

  “No time, Matt, sorry. I can’t be late for work again,” and it’s really hard to turn him down. “I want this promotion more than anything.”

  Instead of moving away, he lies on top of me, spreads my legs and wiggles his hips. “I’ll be quick,” and he starts to kiss my breasts.

  I pull his head back. “I can’t, I’m really sorry but I can’t.”

  His eyes harden visibly. “We have thirty minutes. I promise it won’t take longer, but don’t leave me hanging.” He kisses me, takes possession of my mouth and I moan because it’s so hot when he kisses me. There’s nothing better.

  He penetrates me quickly and I yelp. “Matt! Rubber!”

  “Fuck.” He pulls out, puts on a condom, and is quickly back in me.

  His kisses are deep and possessive. His thrusts are soft and slow. I can’t take more after last night, and he knows it. One hand plays with my breast while the other plays with my hair.

  “Please don’t ever say no to me, Thea,” he whispers against my mouth. “I can’t take it when you don’t want me.” I melt.

  “I want you so much, Matt!”

  He smiles. “Can I take what I want, whenever I want?”

  Oh God, yeah, always!

  “Always, Matt. Always.”

  His mouth closes over mine, his tongue fucks mine, and my moans are only for him.

  A Nutella roll and latte are waiting for me when I come out of my room, dressed and in time, just as Matt has promised.

  Next to it is a sprig of lilac. I sit, pick it up and smell. I twirl it in my fingers with a smile on my lips. I hear steps behind me and Will kisses me on the cheek.

  “Morning, sugar,” he smiles at me.

  The memories of the evening before flood back, and I feel my cheeks begin to get hot. I quickly look down at my plate and pick up my roll with a tremor in my hand. He sits next to me.

  “Hey, everything’s okay, you’ve got no reason to be nervous.” He softly strokes my cheek and there’s a spark between us, the tension palpable. I want this man, but after what Matt said this morning, I can’t give in to this feeling. I turn my head to one side, and his hand drops. I can’t look him in the eye.

  “Thea.” There’s hurt in his voice.

  “I can’t, Will, I can’t.” I stand up, grab my purse and almost run for the door.

  I’ve only been here a week and things are already getting messy. How am I going to survive this? How will my heart survive?

  Another day of crisis management awaits me. I don’t get to my desk until lunchtime. I’ve tried to appease furious colleagues, listen to current research reports, visit the lab to see the results. On my way back to the office, my cell rings.

  “Hi Sam!”

  “Hey, sweetie! How’s it going? I haven’t heard from you since you disappeared with that hottie. No goodbye, nothing. But I forgive you because he was so damn hot.”

  Her cheery chatter puts a smile on my face. “I’m so sorry, somehow my life has gotten a little chaotic. I can’t really talk now, can you meet me after work?”

  “Only if you promise to give me all the gory details. That includes the size of his cock, the noises he makes during sex and his favourite position.”

  “Obviously,” I grin.

  “Cool, how about that little Italian in Noe Valley?”

  “I’m there, eight?”

  “Perfect, see you then, sweetie.”

  I’ve been sitting at my desk for about an hour when my cell notifies me of a text.

  Hey babe, what are you doing this evening?

  My heart beats faster.

  I’m meeting Sam for dinner.

  There’s a while before the next message, but I can see he’s typing in the message box.

  Oh, I see.

  That’s it? It took that long to type that?

  Did you have something in mind?

  Nothing. I wait and wait. This is stupid so I call him.

  “Hey babe.” I hear his grin.

  “So?” I ask shortly.

  “Well, I kind of thought…with me being away for a week after…we could, kind of, spend the evening together.”

  Oh he’s so sweet! My heart opens up for him. “Gimme a sec, I’ll call you back, okay?”

  I hang up and call Sam while giving myself a hard time for being stupid enough to dump my girl for a guy I just met, and how it would be if the tables were turned. I battle between great sex and turning into one of those women who drops her friends for men and hate myself a little for it. Well, okay, not hate. I like who I am very much, but I secretly hope Sam will slap me down for what I’m about to do to her.

  “Hey Sam,” I say slowly.

  “Thea, it’s a good thing you called back. Something unexpected has come up, are you around tomorrow night?” she sounds breathless.

  “Of course! Same time, same place?”

  “Cool! Why’d you call back anyhow?” she asks suddenly.

  “I don’t want to say,” I admit.

  “Spit it out, Bennet.”

  “Well, Matt wants to spend the evening with me because he’ll be gone a week.”

  She giggles. “The sex that good, is it?”

  “Awesome, I’m telling you. Awe-fricking-some.”

  “I look forward to a detailed report tomorrow, love you sweetie.”

  I call Matt back. “Okay.”

  “Okay, you’ll spend the evening with me, okay?” he grins

  “Yeah.”

  “You have no idea how much I’m looking forward to it. When do you get out?”

  “Around eight.”

  “Workaholic.”

  “Guilty,” I grin.

  “Okay, do you know the little Sardinian restaurant in Noe Valley?” he asks.

  “Matt.”

  “What?”

  “I was headed there with Sam this evening.” I smile quietly.

  “Yeah? Well then you don’t have to change your plans much, just your partner,” he laughs.

  “Eight o’clock okay?”

  “I can’t wait to see you.”

  Something warm and fuzzy goes through me. “You were in me just seven hours ago,” I say.

  “I know and in nine hours I want to be back there.”

  I giggle. “I miss you, too.”

  His voice oozes joy. “Babe, you’ve no idea how much better I feel, see you later.”

  Is he perfect or what? Perfect, right?

  It’s not far from work, and even though I’m a bit early, he’s already waiting for me outside in front of the entrance. I know, right? Perfect.

  He greets me with a passionate kiss.

  “Hi babe, I don’t know what you do, but I can’t keep my hands off you.”

  I lean
against him, enjoy the warmth and his strong arms holding me. “How the hell are we going to survive a week?”

  I feel his laugh in his chest. “No idea, phone sex?”

  “It’s not the same,” I moan.

  “We’ve still got one night together,” he grins.

  “Tell me what you’re going to do to me,” I beg.

  He pulls me closer and mumbles into my ear, “When we go in, I want you to go to the rest room, take off your panties, and bring them back to me.”

  I shudder against him.

  “When we get home, I’m putting my cock deep in your mouth, and you’ll suck it good. You’ll swallow my cum, every last drop. Then you’ll bend over, hold on to the bed post, and I’ll stick three fingers in that tight ass of yours. When I’m back in a week, you’ll be ready for your first ass fuck, babe.”

  I shiver a little.

  “I know you’re a little nervous about it, but you’ll do it for me,” and it’s not a question, but I nod anyway.

  “I know, babe. When I’ve fucked you enough with my fingers, I’m going to stick my cock deep in your soaking wet pussy.” He pushes his hand under my skirt and feels me.

  “Already wet for me.” He holds up his finger glistening with my juice and licks it.

  “I’m going to stick my cock so very deep in you, and you’ll come, again and again, and you’ll scream my name. You’ll scream like you’ve never screamed before.”

  He kisses me passionately and lets go. As we go into the restaurant, my knees feel like jelly. I go to the rest room and take off my soaked-through panties. I fold them up and give them to him when I reach the table. He smiles at me and puts them in his pocket.

  “I ordered for you. I hope that’s okay.” He looks at me questioningly.

  “I hate that,” I answer, “but let’s see how well you know me.”

  “Oh a game,” he grins, “what do I get if I win?”

  I hesitate. “Did you order a course or a menu?”

  “A four-course menu.”

  I think for a moment. “Okay, for each course you get right, I’ll grant you one wish.

  “Something sexual?” he asks insinuatingly.

  “Yeah.”

  He leans back in his chair. “And for every wrong course?”

  “You grant me a wish.”

  “Deal, babe,” he grins winningly.

  The waiter brings a Sauvignon Blanc to the table and pours two glasses. I taste it and love the fresh sparkling flavour.

  “This wine is really good,” I say. “I thought Will was the wine expert.”

  “I might know a thing or two.” He grins.

  I’m excited about the first course. Will he know what I like?

  When the waiter puts the plate in front of me, I know I’ve lost. Grilled octopus. I kick him lightly in the shin. He grins. He knows he’s won the first round. Ass.

  I taste it, and I’m in seventh heaven. Amazing. A small moan escapes my mouth and Matt looks like a cat with all the cream. Asshole. He found the perfect food for me. I love octopus.

  “This is so good. Want to try?” He nods, and I hold the fork to his lips as he takes the food in his mouth. He chews and I hear familiar noises.

  “Perfect choice,” he grins at me.

  Okay, the moment of truth. “What do you want?” I ask.

  “Babe, we’ve agreed that we can wish for something, not that the other has to fullfill it, yeah?” Relieved, I nod. “I don’t want to talk you into something you don’t want.”

  “Apart from anal.”

  He grins. “If you don’t want it, we won’t do it but I know you like it.”

  I nod. “Your fingers, at least. I can’t imagine how that huge cock of yours is going to fit in there,” I whisper.

  He holds my hand. “It might be a bit uncomfortable at first, but you’ll get used to it fast, I promise.”

  “Okay, what do you want for getting the first course right?”

  “Think about it, you don’t have to do it.” I nod. “I want to whip you with a riding crop.”

  I flinch. My eyes grow wide.

  He says nothing and waits for my answer.

  My thoughts are in turmoil and emotions running riot. Fear, anger, lust, aversion, attraction. Oh God, is Matt into S & M? What the hell have I gotten myself into? Why does he want to hurt me? And why is a small part of me turned on by this? I can see him reading every emotion which runs over my face, the rapid changes and confusion.

  “I… you promised only ever with your hand,” I say at last.

  “I know, and I’ll keep my promise. If you don’t want to, we won’t. But if you’re a teensy bit interested...” He rubs his thumbs over my hands.

  “Do you want to hurt me?” I ask, shaking a little.

  He looks at me, horrified. “Oh God, babe, never! I’d never hurt you.”

  “Why do you want to then?”

  He cups my face in his hands. “It’s not what you think. Look at me.” I raise my eyes to his. “It’s like spanking with my hand, it’ll intensify your lust.”

  I must look doubtful.

  “I spanked you the first time, right?” I nod. “You never thought before that you’d actually like it, right?” I nod again. “And last night, you came when I spanked your ass, right?”

  Again, a nod. “It’s the same with a whip. It’ll take you to a place between lust and pain, but you’ll never have been so turned on. Babe, I want to take you to your limits and test them but not break them, trust me.”

  I nod.

  “So you want to try it?”

  And to my astonishment, I nod again. “Matt?”

  He grins at me so beautifully that my heart opens a little wider. “Yeah?”

  “Are you into S & M?” I ask.

  He shakes his head. “No, sure, I like spanking but that’s it. The whip’s my limit. You don’t need to worry about me asking for a cane in the second course and a leather strap in the third.” He smiles at me. “It might seem absurd because I seem to like being dominant in bed—something, by the way, I only do with you which is strange because normally I’m very relaxed—but I don’t want to control you. You’re a grown woman; you make your own choices. If you want my advice, I’ll give it to you and vice versa, I hope.”

  At the risk of repeating myself: perfect. “Why do you think you’re more dominant with me?”

  He gives me a questioning look. “I hope you don’t think I’m dominant with you all the time.”

  I shake my head. “No,” I say. “I wouldn’t want it that way, either. But then I didn’t know it would turn me on, being told what to do in bed.” I smile. “Start telling me what to wear and what to say? Not going to happen.”

  “Fair enough. I’ve just never reacted to a girl the way I react to you. It’s like my body knew what yours wanted from the get-go. If you want me to fuck you hard, I’ll fuck you hard. If you want it gentle, I’ll do it. You don’t even have to tell me, I just kind of sense it. If that makes sense.” He looks a little unsure of himself. “Somehow I just knew you’d like it if I talked dirty to you or told you what to do. It wasn’t like that in my...previous encounters. Now you’ve managed to turn my world upside down in just five days. I’m having the best sex of my life, I have this open girl who’s made me discover things I never knew about myself. And I’ve never been so turned on as I’ve been with you. I wish my cock could always be in your pussy.”

  I’m about to answer when the waiter brings our next course. Spaghetti Aglio e Olio with Bottarga. I look at him, amazed. I eat this whenever I’m here. I look at him suspiciously.

  “Have you been stalking me?”

  He bursts out laughing. “Does that mean I got the second course right?”

  “How did you know? I mean, about what I like to eat?”

  He shrugs. “I told you,” he says, “it’s like I just know what you like. Not just in bed, obviously.” He smiles at me, and all I can do is smile back. He’s so perfect! It’s worth repeating it over and
over again, even though I might need to find a variety of words, so I’m not sounding like a broken record.

  He’s ordered gnocchi with tomato sauce and Pecorino. When he sees me watching, he offers me a forkful. Delicious. He grins at me.

  “I always order this pasta when I’m here,” I say, “but it’s good to know other things taste just as good. Would you like to try mine?”

  He tries some and licks his lips. “Wow, that’s really good.” He looks impressed, so I offer him another forkful. That’s how we spend the rest of the course, feeding each other the most amazing food.

  “Okay, Matt, what’s your second wish?” I ask.

  He grins at me. “Let me think about this. Hmmm. I want to fuck you on the dining table tonight.”

  Huh? We don’t exactly live alone. “What about Tom and Will?” I ask.

  “If they’re there, they’re there. If not, they aren’t.”

  What the hell is he saying? “So you want to take me on the dining table while Tom and Will could walk through at any time?”

  He grins. “Exactly.”

  “I don’t know, Matt. The thought of being watched doesn’t turn me on. It’s kind of mean.”

  He raises his eyebrows. “Mean? How come?”

  “Matt, we’re not exactly quiet, you make me scream. A lot. How those two have managed to get any sleep is a mystery and now this? Don’t you think it’s a bit in their faces? It doesn’t seem right, somehow.”

  He takes my hand. “You don’t need to worry about them; they’re cool. If you knew what’s gone on in the past, your toes would curl.”

  “Okay, I’m just not sure what you’re getting out of this. Are you hoping they’ll walk in on us?”

  He shrugs. “It’s not about getting caught, although it wouldn’t bother me if we did. What I want is to have you on the table. It’s great fucking you in bed, but we need a bit of variety. I want to fuck you standing up, and I can’t do that in bed.”

  It’s sounding good, but I can’t shake this feeling that I’d be hurting Will’s feelings. I haven’t forgotten the pain I saw in his eyes as I left this morning. I don’t want to hurt him any more than necessary. It’s already complicated because I want Matt and that must be difficult for Will.