"Against the wall," I started naming my secret favorites that I wanted to try. "In public. Tied up. In the shower. In a hotel room. In the bath. All sorts of naughty things. Sometimes it's slow and sensuous. Sometimes it is just base fucking. But it has to tell the story."
"I'm compiling a list," he said against my shoulder, whisper-kisses on my bare skin.
"Jake, you're not a character in my book."
"Nope. But being with you reminds me that it's okay to be creative. And it could be fun."
"Have you ever done it against a wall?"
"Nope. You?"
I shook my head. "I've barely done it at all, remember."
"That's first, then," he decreed, and he hooked his hand in my panties and pulled them down. I stepped out of them, still wearing my shoes.
"Keep those on." He pushed me onto his bed, stepped back, and took off his boxers. Leaning forward and wrapping me in his arms, he recommenced kissing me, licking my breasts, sucking on my nipples, making them hard, while I felt his soft skin. He trailed his nose down my middle, into my belly button, and between my legs. "Holy shit. You are so fucking wet."
"Yeah, guapo, get going. This is supposed to be a quickie."
In response, he put his tongue on my clit and started rubbing it, licking it, nudging it. As much as I loved it, I wanted him inside me. Now. "Where's your condom?"
He went to the dresser and opened the top drawer, pulling one out. "We need to deal with birth control at some point."
"I'm on the pill. Get tested and we're good, okay nene?"
"Yeah, fine," he said, as he put the condom on. "What does nene mean?"
"Honey." I watched him roll it down his length and the sight of him stroking himself made me even wetter.
"That's what I call you," he whispered, amused.
"I know."
"What does guapo mean?"
"Handsome."
He smiled and then gave me a chin lift. "Let's try this."
I got off of the bed and walked over to the wall, still in my heels, which helped with the height difference. In one move, he hoisted me up by my ass, entered me, and pressed me up against the wall.
Oh my fucking Lord.
That felt so amazing.
I wrapped my legs and arms around him tight, and he started thrusting into me, holding me tightly to him, my back to the wall.
"This. Is. Amazing," I grunted, my brain not being able to process.
"Yeah," he agreed, keeping up the pace, his mouth on the top of my head.
My breasts jiggled with each thrust and our bodies slammed against each other. It didn't hurt. I loved it. It was primal and passionate.
Jake unleashed, finally.
Jake fucking me, finally.
In fact, I thought with surprise, that I could actually come in this position. I was so wet, so excited, so turned on, and he was so big, that every movement caused this chain reaction of pleasure racing through my body. All I could focus on was how good it felt, how everything in my body was tensing, how I was getting thoroughly fucked.
"I fucking love this," I moaned, "keep going, I'm going to come."
"Okay," he said, thrusting.
And he grabbed my ass and hoisted me up a little higher, changing the position and that did it, my body pulsing in pleasure, as the orgasm raced through me, making my pussy spasm, my fingers tingle, and my feet get hot. I held on to him, hoping he'd never let me go.
"What is your fantasy?" I asked him, once I recovered. "What do you want to do to me?"
"There's a list," he said, as the throbbing subsided, "and first on it is biting your luscious ass."
"Okay," I said immediately.
He stopped thrusting, pulled me away from the wall, and walked over and put me gently on the bed, staying connected the whole time. Then he pulled out, helped me to turn over, and pulled my hips back, so I was on my hands and knees.
His warm hands ran slowly over my ass cheeks, cuddling them, caressing them.
"You are so fucking hot," he said, and he leaned over and gave me a bite, just a small one, in the fleshiest part of my ass above where it hit my legs on the left side.
I liked the bite.
Then he did it again, on my right side.
And then he groaned and, hands on my hips, pulling me to him, drove his cock into me, hand on my pussy, rubbing my clit rhythmically.
And then I kind of lost focus with reality and entered kairos, that moment that everything happened at once, when all of time existed at the same time. That moment when you lost the sense of chronological time, chronos, and were purely existing. You didn't think about what happened before and you didn't think about what happened next. It was a moment of pure creation, of pure existence, and I was doing it with Jake, and doing it with Jake, and I did not want to be anywhere else.
Then the tremors began again. My legs quaked. He held me up with one hand and stimulated me with the other, and I shook, coming again, this time even harder, this time screaming.
Five more thrusts, and Jake was right behind me, embedding himself in me, and collapsing on my back.
After a moment, breathing heavily, he pulled out, ran his finger down my back, and gently helped me to flop onto my back. He got up, went into the bathroom, came back without the condom, and lay down next to me. He then leaned over and kissed my nose, looking me in the eyes.
"I'm not sure that was a quickie," I said, and he burst out laughing.
"It wasn't," he agreed. "But since I'm the boss and I set my own hours, I think it will be okay."
After a few moments, we both got up and got dressed, calmer. Back in his armor of a suit, my Jake still needed care. "Come over for dinner tonight."
He looked at me. "That means I leave the office before ten."
"Can you do that?"
He nodded. "Yeah. I'll be here at six thirty. Will that work?"
I beamed. "That will work." And I reached around his suit-clad body and gave him a huge hug.
"Lucy?"
"Yeah, Mom?"
"What happened today in court?"
It was later. Jake had gone back to work, I went over to my house, gave Rob a hug, told Sara everything, she left, and I worked. Then I started making dinner and my mom called. Grateful to have my mother in my life, I told her almost everything, meaning I didn't tell her about the sex. I did tell her that we had won in court, that it was just the first round, that Carlos wasn't watching Rob on weekends, and that I might have a new boyfriend and that could maybe get me in trouble.
"Oh, mija, Mister Jake couldn't get you in trouble. He told the truth. And he liked the tamales, no?"
My mom could be very cute. But the fact that she was completely supportive of me and my decisions-whether they were good ones or not-was something I tried not to take for granted. She didn't meddle too much and she didn't tell me what to do. She let me make my mistakes and then held my hand as I recovered from them. I was one of the lucky ones. By the accident of birth, I'd ended up with great parents. I was grateful for the fact that my mom and dad were in my life and were loving, reasonably well-adjusted people. A lot of people did not have that.
Like Jake.
No family around to speak of, no home, losing himself in the law, when he really had the soul of an artist. He was lovely, in a melancholy way, and not just because of his looks. It was the way he acted, thinking of me over himself. Mistakes? Sure, he made plenty, and I am sure he'd make more. But I couldn't wait until he came home.
Came home.
This wasn't his home but it might as well be. He said he didn't have one. Sometimes home is with a person, not a place. I loved my duplex and was proud of the fact that I bought it with money I earned from my writing, but at the end of the day, home for me was with Roberto.
But being in Jake's arms also felt like a type of home. I felt cared for, comforted, and secure. Sometimes, when I wasn't in his arms and he was being Mr. Distracted Businessman, I felt like shit, but when he touched me that never happened. His touch was strangely familiar-I felt completely at ease and really excited at the same time.
I'd never had an adult man to cook for besides my dad. With Jake living next door, he bypassed my previous dating rules. I'd hoped that Rob would think of him as a babysitter and a neighbor. It seemed like he did. I had to be careful, though. I didn't want Rob to get too attached to him and then have things not work out with Jake. It was hard enough to break up with a guy. I didn't want to get Rob's emotions involved in addition. I suppose with Rob knowing that Jake was only living next to us during the time that his house was being remodeled, he would understand that having Jake as our neighbor was just temporary.
I hoped.
As I talked with my mom, I assembled the chile relleno casserole that I'd told Jake about-green chiles, lots of cheese and eggs, and a whole lot of yum. It was Rob's favorite meal, and I hoped that Jake would like it. I made a salad too, and cut up some vegetables to steam to counteract all of the richness of the dish.
I hung up with her, and at 6:25, there was a knock on my door. I looked through the peephole. Jake, not a process server.
I was secretly thrilled that he was early. I'd worried that he would call and not show up, or be stuck at work, like the workaholic he was. But no, he came home.