I threw some cold water on my face. I didn't want my eyes to look red when I met Chris.
I got dressed to meet Chris in the diner. Normally, I wore a little makeup. I didn't feel like wearing any today. I got into my car, and I drove to the diner.
Diner
Nora
I sat in the parking lot for two minutes after I arrived. My stomach was quivering. I didn't know how Chris would react, and I still wasn't sure how I felt about the whole situation.
When I got enough courage to get out of my car and opened the door of the diner, Chris was already sitting there in the booth closest to the front door.
He had a glass of water with him. There was a pretty waitress who was leaning over the table, giving him a straight look down her cleavage. I could tell from the upper curves of her breasts that they were fake. She had platinum blonde bleached hair spiraling in curls down her back and orange skin. She had a body like a Victoria's Secret model, and I wondered what she was doing here.
I mentally slapped myself. Los Angeles had tons of beautiful people who worked in the service industry, because it had a flexible schedule that could accommodate random audition schedules. Of course this was one of the millions of would-be celebrities who put in time before they got their big break or went home to Nebrahoma Terkansas.
Chris was leaning back from her.
"Chris!" I called. He stood up as I approached, and he put a proprietary hand on my waist as he kissed my temple.
I watched the waitress's smile fade.
"Can I get you anything?" she asked. Her tone was like a three-year-old's when I told her that she couldn't have another cookie.
"Just water, please." I'd be checking it for spit.
She left without another word. Chris tugged me into his side of the booth.
He nuzzled my ear as he told me, "I missed you." My shoulders went shooting back as I felt his hand find its way between my thighs.
I pinched his wrist, but he didn't move an inch.
"Chris!" I hissed in a much different tone than I'd used earlier. Much softer.
"You can't do that here."
"I can do anything I like, baby." He gave me a slow smile, a smile that said that he would do whatever he wanted in this crowded restaurant.
"We're in public."
"That's not going to stop me." He stroked my clit with one hand.
I had to stop myself from moaning here, right now, in public.
"Chris, behave yourself … or I'll leave this restaurant right now."
The hand he still had on my waist tightened. "You're not going anywhere." There was a soft hint of steel in his voice, scarier and more intimidating than if he had shouted it.
For the first time, I wondered if Chris was dangerous.
The waitress came back with a glass of water, spilling a little on the table and splashing me.
"Oops," she said without an ounce of remorse. "My bad." She mopped it up with a rag that she had ready on her apron.
"Can I just have a burger and some fries?"
"How do you want it done?"
"Medium well."
Chris nodded. "I'll take the same."
The waitress's lips were pressed tightly together. "I'll put in your orders." She spun on her heel before she left.
"Who pissed in her Cheerios?"
I covered my face with my hand. Chris was so … loud, larger than life, embarrassing … at the same time, though, I admired how he cut through bullshit.
I turned to smile at him, and I couldn't stop myself from squeaking as he stroked my clit through my clothes.
"I can barely wait to get you into a bed," he whispered in my ear. "I've been waiting for this forever."
Our food came out in record time, and she came back with our plates. The lettuce looked a little wilted, and I wouldn't be surprised if there was spit all over mine. It tasted fine, though, and I ate it fast. I finished before Chris, who had been impeded by keeping one hand on my waist, as if I'd run if he let go.
"You like your food," he said, grinning at me.
"You calling me fat?"
"Naw. I like girls with curves." His eyes were glued to the tiny hint of cleavage peeking out. "The real kind, the kind I can squeeze." He stopped eating to adjust himself. "I like it a lot."
Chris finished his burger fast before throwing $40 on the table.
We were at his home in record time.
Reconciling
Chris
"It took so long for you to get in touch." I hungrily looked at her curves like a Catholic looked at steak on Ash Wednesday. "I need you."
I captured her mouth with mine and pressed her soft, curvy body against my body. If I had my way, I'd never let her go again.
I didn't have time to wait for a bed. I quickly did a leg sweep, and I controlled the fall. I twisted so that I was beneath her. She landed on top of me, and I had her legs apart in a half second. My body surged upwards, seeking the warmth that I hadn't felt since our night in Vegas. The night that we'd married.
"Ah," she gasped.
I shut her up by kissing her mouth, filling it with my tongue. My hands were in her hair, and I controlled the kiss, every angle, every second of it.
I kept one hand in her hair, but the other one traveled down to her ass to press her softness where I needed it the most.
I was still clothed, so I needed to fix that state of affairs.
Nora first.
I pulled off her dress, then I unclasped her bra with a single one-handed snap. Her panties were ripped off, torn so that she could never use them again.
I rolled her beneath me so that I could get naked, too. My shirt was first, then I shoved down my boxers and pants.
I felt like a lion who had been starving for far too long. I pulled her thighs apart as far as they would go.
"You ready?" I knew that she was. It was in the look in her eyes, the gleam that said that she wanted to be eaten, consumed by me. It was in the smile on her lips, a smile as old as Eve. It was the way that her pussy was dripping onto the carpet, not that I cared.
"What do you think?"
In response, I plunged inside of her.
She screamed loud enough to make the light fixtures shake a little, rattling a bit. I brought my mouth down on hers, and now she was the one filling my mouth with her tongue, taking my body as I took hers, an endless circle of pleasure.
Her hands were on my back, and I was sweating on top of her. I thrust inside again and again, but I couldn't be deep enough. I couldn't ever be deep enough. I wanted to be encoded in her DNA. I wanted her to be mine forever.
I bit her ear, then I trailed kisses down her neck to her perfect breasts. I bit them, and she hissed beneath me, sinuously twisting and milking my cock. My eyes shut as I felt a little precome shoot inside of her.
"You like this?" I pumped inside of her again, making her moan loudly. "You want it?"
"Please!"
"Please, what?" I pumped inside of her again, this time flicking her clit with my thumb.
"Make me come. Come inside of me. Now!"
"A lady's wish is my command." I rode her like I was a jockey one foot away from the finish line. I slammed into her again and again, so hard that she'd probably have bruises tomorrow. So would I.
I relentlessly played with her clit and watched her shudder and buck beneath me as I found my own completion and spilled inside of her delicious body.
Negotiation
Nora
"Don't. Leave. Again." Chris punctuated each word with a hard kiss, forcing my lips apart with his tongue. His hands were pinning my wrists to the bed.
"If I had my way, I'd just chain you to the bed. But I've heard that it's frowned upon these days. I can't imagine why."
I ached between my legs in the sweetest way. When I experimentally flexed my lower muscles, I realized that Chris was still inside of me. I could feel the butterfly sensation of him getting harder and harder inside of me as he recovered from his earlier orgasm.
"We have to talk," I whispered. "There are things that you need to know."
He pumped his body inside of me, and my breath caught. "I know what I need to know. And you're not abandoning me again."
My eyes closed as exquisite sensations took over my entire body. My back arched as I felt him twitch inside of my body.
He bit my neck savagely, hard enough to leave a hickey.
"That's going to leave a mark."
"Good. I want everyone to know that you're mine."
He pulled my legs up so that my knees were near my face.
He braced his body by putting his shoulders on my knees.
He withdrew slowly, and then he slammed into me, making the headboard knock against the wall. His hand found its way between my thighs to flick my clit hard. He wasn't gently rubbing it this time. He touched me in a sensitive area enough to hurt a little; there was a sweet sensation of both pain and pleasure emanating from my clit.
"You left me," Chris told me softly. "You left."
"I did, and I'm sorry." I closed my eyes as he moved inside of me. "I won't leave."