Chapter 2

I laughed, remembering the whirlwind months that had led to taking the plunge — selling her home and buying into the condo. She had gotten fed up with the big house on Beacon Hill, and had wanted something smaller and closer to work. I suspected some memories from her ex had lingered in her old house, but she never mentioned it. I’d just gleaned her dissatisfaction with random inanimate parts of her home — a dislike for a retro chair, for example. Also, she’d seemed to kick a board that had stuck out of the deck almost every time she’d passed by it — a deck her ex had built.

“You threw away that chair,” I said in realization.

“The neon orange one that was shaped like an egg.”

“Oh yeah, that monstrosity. Good riddance.” She took a sip of her glass. “I love our life here, but eventually, I would like a new adventure with you.”

The back of my neck buzzed, thinking of my secret plans for the future. Her engagement ring was hidden in a sock in the deepest part of my underwear drawer. I was still composing the proposal speech, and I wondered briefly what our life would look like afterward. “Me too. I’d love a new adventure with you.”

She gripped the front of my t-shirt to pull me into her. “Let’s have a little adventure tonight,” she murmured as she leaned in to kiss me.

I hummed my assent in the kiss. She stood up to keep pulling at me as we shuffled through the hallway. She refused to break us apart, and stumbled at the couple of steps up to the bedroom. I caught her before she fell, and we giggled.

I went to turn on the special fireplace we’d installed between the floor-to-ceiling windows and the bed. It was early in the year, and there was still a chill in the air. Suzie was touching my hips under my shirt and waistband while I fiddled with the knobs.

“Hey Google, sexy times,” I called out. A beep sounded, the lights dimmed, and our speakers sounded around the room. I looked at her smugly.

She guffawed. “You’re ridiculous.”

I kissed her while holding her tightly by the small of her back. She ran her hands over my neck. The friction of her warm lips made me dizzy, and I had to remind myself to breathe.

“Geez, you’re amazing.”

“You were so sweet today with my mom.”

“Don’t talk about your mom right now.” I panted in her mouth, getting properly worked up.

“Right.” She pressed my head harder into her.

I picked her up, then laid her down on the shaggy sheepskin rug we had in front of the fireplace. My inner teenage boy was jumping up and down in excitement. I smiled down at her, admiring the contrast between her red hair and the white fur under her. I kissed the space right in front of her ear, then ran my lips down her jaw to a hot zone of hers. She moaned when I mouthed and licked the spot. Her calves grazed up and down my own, using them as leverage to drive her hips up. So much for slow and sensual. I grinned at her fervor.

My arms caged her head, and I rubbed my body up and down hers, landing on her hot neck.

The soft flesh right where her breast started was one of my favorite places. It was full of dark beauty spots, and her skin was so smooth.

I mouthed at the tattoo she had had done a couple of years since. It was a mirror image of my own ink: a bloody cog, dripping bright red, and artfully inked with skillful shadowing.

We fit together in every conceivable way. It was ridiculous to think we would ever be apart. My mouth traced her sternum as I got to her nipples, pulling her shirt down under her breasts. I licked at one, flicking at it with my tongue. As much as she wanted to rush, I pushed back, slowing us down. I touched her sides reverently, as if every second was precious — as if one day I wouldn’t have access to her supple skin.

She nudged me to sit up so she could undress. I took my clothes off, too, then settled back between her legs.

“So how long have you been fantasizing about sex in front of the fire for?” She smiled at me wickedly from where she was leaning back on her palms. She moved her thighs to graze against mine, teasing me. Her nipples were still soft, needing attention.

“Ha! Probably since we saw Game of Thrones.” I pulled at her from behind her back to set her down on my lap.

She wrapped her arms around my head, then twined her fingers between the strands of my hair. I could feel her wetness on my stomach as she rubbed her center on me.

I let out a shuddering breath during a break from kissing her. My lips tingled while I tightened my jaw, struggling to stay in control.

She leaned in close. “Let go, Mor. Give yourself over to me.” Her warm breath fluttered hotly in my ear.

Damn. She’s reading my mind. I growled and set her down on the plush rug, mounting her thigh. I humped her as we kissed fervently. She nipped at my lips, the resulting shocks made my spine vibrate.

“Fuck,” I whispered as I pleasured her with my leg, too.

Her muscles tensed at my wet center as she moved with just as much need as I did. I dug my teeth into the bend of her neck harshly, and it propelled her into her orgasm. Her nails clawed at the skin of my back while she enjoyed the explosion. She twitched violently under me, and I refused to let her go from between my teeth.

“Oh my — yes! Oh, I needed you so bad,” she panted out breathlessly. “Turn around.” She slapped my ass, then nudged me to rotate my body around to kneel over her face.

My center hovered over her face for but a moment, the anticipation was delicious. She pulled at my hips to bring me down to her mouth. She licked at me, making me even wetter. I groaned in response to her tongue curling around my clit. My head lolled helplessly for a moment as I enjoyed her ministrations, but then I saw her pink, puffy lips under me and yearned to taste her, too. I laid down on her, half supporting myself on my elbows, and licked languidly across her slit.

She hummed her enjoyment into my pussy. I refused to come just yet, and held myself off to further enjoy the heat and friction of her tongue. My head spun as I sucked in her lips and licked with no destination in mind.

“God, Mor. Suck me please.” She took a quick break to gasp out her need.

I hummed and took a hand to spread her lips. Her clit was coming out of the hood. I leaned down to capture it, licking at it firmly inside my wet mouth. Her hips bucked into my face in response and I smiled as I held the shaft between my teeth gently. It made her freeze and separate her mouth from her worship of my own clit once again.

“Fu-uh-uck– Jesus.” She took a deep breath after I let it go then doubled down on my clit to make me come. I started a slow suction to bring her further up and guessed we could probably come at the same time. When I felt the pressure building, I sped up, too, and took my hand to dig two fingers into her front walls. She gasped into my center and bucked her hips wildly.

I felt the wet pressure building, then came just at the same time that I squirted on her face.

She came in the next second. I brought her down as she gasped heavily, finally resting my cheek on her pubic bone. She suddenly licked into my cleft, causing overwhelming electric shocks. I vaulted off her, squeaking out a yelp. She giggled, then sat up to wipe my come off her face.

“Geez, Mor. You really were a little pent up, weren’t you?”

“Yes, I’m saving all my love for you.” I quoted the immortal Whitney Houston while I kissed her still-wet mouth.

“Ooh! That’s hot,” she said excitedly. “Can you play it?”

I chuckled as I stretched over to get my phone. “Sure thing.” I started the song up then went to lay her down again.

I caressed her pelvis while the smooth tones of the song swirled in the twin heats of the fire and her body. I opened her creamy legs and ran my fingers into her slit. I slipped my middle finger in her, making her back arch.

“I love making love to you. You know that, right?” I added a finger.

“Yes. I do too. But god, you’re so good!” she moaned out.

I grinned lopsidedly and sped up for a few seconds, enjoying the squelch of her wet pussy. The song eventually ended, but our Sexy Times playlist continued with thrumming bass notes. Her hips moved erratically, obliging me to follow her to keep bringing her up. She liked when I lost control, but I loved when she did.

“You’re close aren’t you, baby girl?” I added one more finger.

“Do you want to come now?”

“No!” Her hand rested delicately on my own, following the movement. “A little bit more.”

I grinned widely. “I love making you feel good, darling. I want to hear you, please. Keep going.” I slapped her clit, and she jolted, moaning wantonly.

My slow pace in her pussy made her juices run down to the shaggy carpet. It was getting matted with our sweat and come. Any dry cleaning bills that came our way would definitely be worth it though. I already knew I’d replay that night over and over again in the future until my clit fell off.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” I ran my palm down her trembling front from her neck to her pelvis, where I pushed in. As soon as I dug in and massaged her firmly, she squirted all over my lap.

I sped up with the new lubrication, and she shook under me in her orgasm. “Yes! God, yes! Oh — fucking — oh!” She mumbled some more nonsense, then flopped down as she bit her lip. Her eyes fluttered closed. I brought her down, relishing the strong contractions around my fingers. Going to lay next to her on my side, my back and ass felt the heat of the fire. Little shocks ran up and down my spine as I looked at the length of her body; her little bellybutton, the jut of her hipbones, and the glistening sweat in the valley of her breasts.

She was ethereal — some sort of celestial being brought down to earth, and I was lucky enough to touch her. I sighed out in contentment as I caressed her front.

I wished I was a sculptor instead of a writer so other people could trace a facsimile of my lover in white marble without actually touching her body. They would cup her breasts and trace her hard nipples. They would follow the round line of her ass, wishing they could dig their fingers in as well. They would follow the lines of the muscles of her legs, taking her in as the perfect specimen to represent the female body. Her body was a little different from when I’d first met her, but I cherished the softness. She was more perfect, because each touch was tinted by history — the collection of all orgasms compounded over the years — which made every new caress that much more potent.

I couldn’t tell her all that because I was starting to sound like a crazy person even in my own mind. I just smiled down at her, waiting until she came back to her senses.

“Ew, the rug is all wet.” She clenched and unclenched her hand while she made a face.

”Ha. You squirted a lot too,” I teased her.

She scoffed and got up. I followed her to the bed, then she grabbed my hips to toss me onto the mattress. “Sit down, baby.” She pushed me down to sit at the edge of the bed then knelt between my legs. She grabbed my knees to pull me further onto the edge and latched on to my clit.

“Shit! Yes! Fuck, you’re sexy.”

She hummed in response. Every so often she would leave my clit to scoop up more of my gushing arousal. My walls were contracting erratically. She dug two fingers in me, stroking slowly as she sucked. I pulled at her hair, making her moan and dig her nails into my stomach. My body tensed as she skillfully brought me up. I twitched and pitched forward when my orgasm hit, squishing her fingers with my walls.

“Oh! Ugh!” I flopped back on the bed as the ache in one of my legs registered. I groaned as tingles radiated around my ass.

She slapped my thigh before getting up to stretch her legs. I heard her moving around, shutting off the fire, then going to the kitchen. She came back with waters to find me in the same position, with my legs dangling to the floor.