The Room - A Sensuous Experience

by Vasser, LaShawn

The bulbous head of his shaft sat right underneath her heat. The scent of their sex permeated the air. It was intoxication and made their blood pump faster. Ian reached down in between the juncture of her thighs. He pushed a digit inside of her body. Robyn hissed and bucked upward.

  God, she was wet. Her juices coated his fingers as she clenched around him. He added another digit and continued to finger-fuck her. Robyn’s fingers dug into his shoulders, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head with each thrust in and out of her body. He felt her begin to spasm. “I-I think I’m about to explode!”

  Ian curved his finger at just the right angle, and sure enough, he hit her g-spot. Increasing his tempo at which he plunged into her, he then added a third finger. Moments later, Robyn came apart as she cried out his name. Ian continued to pump into her until her spasms started to slow down. He removed his fingers with all her sticky crème covering them and proceeded to suck the juices right off.

  It was like a drug—but better. Tasting her essence and seeing the satisfied glow on her face, made Ian so hard he could probably hit baseballs with dick. He positioned himself at her opening. Their breathing labored with the anticipation of his intrusion into her body.

  Robyn held him close wrapping her arms around his neck. His lips came crashing down on hers, and she could taste herself as he surged forward. He closed his eyes at the feel of her tightness clamping around him. He was the first and only man ever to know what it felt like to be enveloped in her heat.

  Ian continued to kiss her senseless as he pounded into her. He hooked her knees over his arms and lifted. “Umm . . . yes, baby.” He buried himself balls deep over and over and over again. Robyn grabbed handfuls of his ass, urging him on.

  She was on the verge of yet another orgasm. Ian had brought her to the brink already. He stretched her to the breaking point as he drilled into her. He pulled almost all the way out, only to pound back into her needy body all over again.

  “Ian . . .” Robyn could barely talk. The only words she could utter was his name as her nails dug into his ass.

  Pound . . . pound . . . pound.

  They could hear the backs of her thighs slapping against the front of his echoing throughout the night air. It was like a melody and somehow made Ian drill into her harder, faster, like a machine. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out.

  Finally, Robyn screamed. He felt her climax as she clenched around him—spasming over and over again. That was all he needed. Ian erupted, coating her core with his cum. It seemed endless as it spewed out of him.

  After a few moments, he lowered her legs and kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, and finally her lips. He was still nestled inside of her but kept all of his weight on his forearms.

  They were silent until their breathing returned to normal.

  Robyn spoke first. “I need a cigarette.”

  Ian chuckled. “You don’t smoke.”

  “After that, I should start.”

  “Naaah. I want you around a lifetime.”

  Robyn shivered. Not from the chilled night air but Ian didn’t know that. He slid off the car in all of his naked glory to get a towel and a blanket out of the trunk.

  God, he has the best ass, Robyn thought.

  He quickly returned and gently cleaned up the evidence of their lovemaking between her thighs. He got back onto the hood of the car and covered them with the blanket.

  Robyn nestled within the crook of his arm and briefly closed her eyes. She had something to say that she’d been putting off and it was now or never. He would never be in as peaceful a place as he probably was now. “Ian, you know the future is happening right now, right? It’s not coming; it’s here.” She turned her head toward him and whispered, “What are your plans?”

  Ian faced her with that lopsided grin that always melted her heart. “I plan to make a career out of loving you.”

  Robyn pinched his nipple. “C’mon.”

  “Ouch! Okay, okay.” He caressed the side of her face. “I have plenty of plans.”

  Robyn was getting agitated and sat up. “Playing video games is not a career. What about college? Do you ever plan on going back? Because you’re better than working with Jake at Computer Nerdz. You can build a computer with two toothpicks and a rubber band.”

  Ian sat up too. He raked a hand through his hair. “We’ve been through this. I like my job, Robyn, and it’s just for now.”

  “You say that, but I don’t see you planning for anything else. I just don’t understand why you aren’t pushing for more.”

  He had plans. Step one was to marry her. He hoped his surprise would go a long way to convince Robyn he’d make a good husband and was serious about their future. “Maybe my plans aren’t as lofty as yours, but I can provide for the two of us until you get your home interior business off the ground. Then, I can figure out what I want to do.” Over the past year, Ian had been working with his father at his construction company in exchange for his dad’s help in building a small three-bedroom house—his surprise. It sat empty just around the corner.

  This was it. This was the moment Robyn had been dreading for over a month. “Ian, I-I was offered a job at a small interior design company in New York.”

  His body ran cold, but he chose his words carefully. “I’m not surprised. You’re talented. Anyone would be lucky to have you work for them, but I know you’re not going to take it.”

  Her words began to tumble over themselves. “It’s a great opportunity. You could come with me. You could do whatever you wanted in New York. You have so much potential.”

  “Our life is here, Robyn.”

  “There’s no opportunity for me here, Ian! Don’t you want to see and do more than just getting worked up for the Jubilee Day parade during the Fourth of July?”

  “I’ve . . .” What the hell? Ian had built them a home! He was ready to start their lives together, and she sounded like she was ready to run away from everything including him.

  She rushed her words. “I accepted the position.”

  Ian sat stunned. “You accepted the job without even talking to me first?”

  “It’s a great opportunity.” Anxiously, Robyn wrangled her hands together. “I couldn’t pass it up.” She pleaded. “You’re so talented. There isn’t anything you couldn’t do in New York.”

  Ian slid off the hood of the car and started putting on his clothes. When he pulled his pants up, the weight of the small platinum band in his pocket felt heavy. “Those are your dreams, not mine, Robyn.”

  She got down from the car and started getting dressed too. “Romona is a small town with small minded people in it. The world is a much bigger place than here. I’ll suffocate if I have to spend the rest of my life in this place.”

  His gaze burned a hole into her. “Am I one of those small-minded people you’re talking about?”

  “That’s not what I meant, and you know it. All I’m saying is, I have to follow my dreams. I have to know what else is out there for me.”

  Sadly, he agreed. “If your heart isn’t here, then you should follow your dreams.”

  For the first time, Robyn had a glimmer of hope. “Then, you’ll come with me?”

  The answer was reflected in his eyes before he said a word. “New York isn’t a place for me.”

  “But, it could be.”

  “Believe it or not, I have plans of my own.”

  She snorted and rolled her eyes. “Like what? Running Computer Nerdz when Jake retires?”

  Ian looked away. For the first time ever, he realized Robyn might love him, but she didn’t respect him. The pain in his chest was so strong; he thought it might be physical. This was not how this night was supposed to end. They were supposed to be celebrating their engagement, not calling off the relationship.

  His voice was small. “You should go.” He cupped her chin in his hand. “I would never want to be the reason to hold you back. I love you too much for that.”

  Her eyes shimmered. “If I go, what does that mean
for us? I don’t want to lose you.”

  Moments ticked by. Ian couldn’t find the right words. His entire world was collapsing. Was he supposed to beg her to stay? He couldn’t do that. Robyn had made it pretty clear; she didn’t respect him. What was he supposed to do with that information? The woman he loved thought he was a fuck up. His own eyes burned, and his throat was thick.

  Ian had to cough in order to speak clearly, and finally, he responded. “It means there’s a big world just waiting for you to conquer it.”

  Chapter 8

  Present Day

  “Maxwell, things change . . . people change. Maybe they even realize they’ve made mistakes.”

  His smile was a little sad. “Do they?”

  She whispered, “Yes, they do. I did make a ton of them, but more than anything, I’m sorry I hurt you.”

  Slowly, he nodded.

  “After I left, I tried to keep in touch. You never answered any of my calls, and after a while, I thought you would never forgive me.”

  “For a long time, that was true.”

  Robyn pressed her lips together. “I guess that answers why none of my calls, texts, or emails were returned.”

  Maxwell took the back of his knuckles and caressed Robyn’s cheek. “When you left, you had dreams. I can’t fault you for chasing them. But it nearly broke me. I needed time to get over the hurt, but eventually, I came to understand.”

  Robyn’s voice grew thick. “I wanted you to come with me. I didn’t want to leave you.”

  “They were your dreams. I had to find my own.”

  “You seem to have done that and more. I always knew you would do incredible things. You were the man who could create magic with floss and toothpaste.”

  “I’ve done okay.”

  “I would say much better than that.”

  He nodded. “I thought you were the one who told me you couldn’t believe everything you read? No truer words have ever been spoken, and I’ll add only believe half of what you see.”

  Speaking in unison, they said, “Who do I trust, you, or my lying eyes?” They laughed.

  Maxwell’s eyes softened. “First rule of celebrity, in order to survive the media nonsense, ignore the dumb shit in the rag magazines and don’t search for yourself on the internet. If I believed everything I read, I would have thought you were going to marry that dude, Brett.” Curiously, he raised a brow. “There’s no truth in that is there?”

  “Chet.” Robyn almost choked on her wine. “His name is Chet Anderson.”

  “Whatever. Truth to the rumors?” Even though Maxwell tried to downplay how he felt about the answer, Robyn could see in his eyes that wasn’t the case.

  A slight smile appeared on her face at the thought. Her marriage status mattered to him. “That’s been over for a while.”

  “Were you heartbroken?”

  She sighed. “No. Just my pride. But Chet helped me realize all that glitters isn’t gold. Ahhh . . . I see what you did there. We’re back to talking about me. I’m not falling for it, Mr. Bryant. I want to know what you’ve been up to over these past nine years. Like, why did you drop the name Ian?”

  “I’m in a business where power is everything. Navigating those waters can be precarious. I thought Maxwell sounded much more powerful. Ian came across as too soft in meetings.”

  Robyn reached out and ran her fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. Her voice dropped. “I always loved the name, Ian.”

  He remembered how it rolled off her tongue when he had her at the heights of ecstasy. Back then, he loved it too. For the briefest of moments, hurt flashed in his eyes. “Yeah, but, you still left him, and I don’t think you respected him very much either. Did you?”

  Her hands slowly lowered. Robyn expelled a long breath. “Maxwell, I was so full of myself back then and thought I knew everything, only I was so wrong.”

  He wasn’t expecting that response.

  “I’ve come to realize the things I thought were important . . . weren’t.”

  Maxwell didn’t know what to say. The pain of losing her was the passion that fueled his success. He honestly had no idea where he would be if she hadn’t broken his heart. He chose not to address her words or what it did to his heart. He glanced at the empty bottle. “We’re out of wine.”

  Robyn was a disappointed that he didn’t have much to say about her confession, but she understood. She’d hurt him.

  Being with Maxwell was like all the pieces to a puzzle had been put in place. It was as if time had stood still. She was surprised that they had been talking for the last couple of hours. “Have we actually gone through an entire bottle?” While she couldn’t believe how fast the time had flown, her body told a different story. Robyn was stiff from sitting in the same position for so long. She decided to stand and stretch her limbs.

  Maxwell smiled. “Afraid so. I’ll get another one.”

  “I think you’re trying to get me drunk so you can have your way with me.”

  “Is it working?”

  “Let’s just say, you don’t need the wine.”

  Robyn attempted to stand at the same time he did. She stumbled slightly and his strong arms wrapped around her waist steadying her.

  She held on tight and looked deeply into his eyes.

  “Are you okay?” His concern evident.

  The room tilted. Robyn wasn’t quite sure if it was due to the wine or Maxwell. While she wasn’t drunk, she was more than a little tipsy. “I’m fine. I didn’t realize how much I drank.”

  It was as if they were both frozen and couldn’t move. Couldn’t wasn’t quite the word. Neither of them wanted to move. Being in each other’s arms felt . . . right.

  Robyn ran the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip.

  His eyes followed the movement.

  They were drawn to each other. Maxwell’s head began to lower inch by excruciating inch. His lips hovered just above hers. She could feel the tickle of warmth from his breath as it caressed her face. Was he going to kiss her? God, Robyn hoped so.

  Knock . . . knock . . . knock.

  “Maxwell? Robyn? Are you two in there?” Eva asked through the other side of the door.

  The spell was broken.

  He straightened and brought Robyn upright with him. His voice was hoarse. “Yes. Coming.” Before he released her, Maxwell cleared his throat. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

  Robyn whispered. “I'm all right.” She was shaken from their almost kiss.

  Frustrated, Maxwell walked over to the door and opened it. Eva didn’t ask to be invited inside; she just waltzed right in. “We apologize for barging in but . . .” Her eyes squinted as she looked at Robyn’s disheveled hair and clothing. “I was given strict orders to bring Mr. and Mrs. Claymont to you the moment they arrived.”

  Robyn attempted to smooth her messed up hair. She felt as if she had been caught doing something wrong. Of course, she hadn’t. Robyn was a grown up. If she wanted to hook up with Maxwell that was her business. After all, Eva was the one who helped to orchestrate this entire evening. Still, there was a house full of people downstairs and two new pairs of eyes staring at her. Robyn was sure they were the owners. She could only hope that Maxwell was true to his word and had gotten permission to use this room.

  “Maxwell! It’s so good to see you again.” The man gestured to his wife. “We apologize for being late, but this weather is terrible. Nothing could have stopped us from getting here, though.”

  “I’m sorry your trip has been difficult.”

  “Well, we understand how important this night is, so we made it. According to the weather report, we only have a small window to get in and get out. So far, the snow has slowed down, but we’re going to get this done and get back on the plane before we’re stuck here.”

  Eva chimed in. “Most of the guests have either left or are leaving, probably trying to beat the upcoming storm too. I’ll be leaving myself shortly as soon as I usher out the last guest.”

  Maxwell nodded.
“I can see you’ve already met Eva Monroe. Let me make one more introduction.” He turned toward Robyn. “Robyn, this is Julian and Aneesa Claymont—and this beautiful woman standing next to me is Ms. Robyn Levy.”

  She smiled warmly. “It’s nice to meet you both. I hope you are satisfied with what we’ve done to your lovely home.”

  Aneesa started to speak. “Oh . . . you think this—”

  Julian pulled her body into his cutting off her words. “Yes. We’ve seen the house. You did a fantastic job.”

  It had been a nagging thought in the back of her mind, wondering if the owners would even show up, and if they did, would they like the house. She was grateful they were satisfied with her work. “Thank you so much.” She was equally relieved that Maxwell did indeed know them and that they apparently gave him permission to use the bedroom.

  Julian looked around the cozy room. “I had no idea it would turn out this good. Now, I want a home built just like—” He stopped short, realizing what he’d said.

  Robyn tilted her head. “Excuse me?”

  Maxwell crossed the room to Julian. “We should probably finish up so that you can get going before the snowstorm.”

  “Right.” Julian pulled out a portfolio seemingly from nowhere. “The paperwork your attorney sent over is in order. I’ve signed everywhere he noted, and now we just need your signature to transfer ownership.”

  Robyn looked from Maxwell to Julian then back again as he spent several minutes signing documents. After he’d finished with the last one, Eva was asked to sign as a witness.

  What the hell was going on? She wondered.

  “Wait? Did you just buy this place?”

  “Not exactly.” He smiled sheepishly.

  “What does not exactly mean exactly?”

  “It means that this house was purchased through a business trust of which Julian oversees. I just had the paperwork transferred into my personal living trust.”

  Robyn was shocked. “This is your house?”

  “Uh . . . yeah.”

  She turned accusatory eyes at him. “Why all the secrecy?”

  “I wanted to keep it private.”

  “No. That can’t be it. You didn’t want me to know this was your place!”