And as he touched down, she still had her legs wrapped around him, and was still clutching him, and feeling him. He was still deep inside of her. She was still in his arms.
After they remained on the floor for several minutes, unable to move, they finally regulated their breathing. And Charles finally found the strength to stand up, and carry her into the bathroom.
He placed her naked body on the countertop and ran warm water over a washcloth.
“I didn’t hurt you?” he asked her.
Was he kidding, she wondered. “No,” she said. She wanted to add that it was wonderful, but she didn’t.
He opened her legs, and began to wipe her clean.
Jenay was leaning back, with her eyes closed and her feet up on the vanity, as she enjoyed something supposedly as mundane as getting cleaned. But Charles was doing it. And something about his touch. . .
When she finally opened her eyes, she saw him standing there, discarding his condom by tossing it in the toilet. But instead of that being the end of it, he was putting on another one. His eyes moved down to that swollen, inflamed area between her legs. He stared at her, and his heartbeat began to quicken again.
And when he looked into her eyes, to let her know of his intentions, that heat hit her again like a backdraft of fire. He tossed the cloth aside. Then he pulled her by her thighs until her ass was on the edge of the counter, and shoved his dick inside of her with a push so mighty that it caused her to inhale as if he’d taken her underwater. It wasn’t until he started fucking her, that she exhaled.
They weren’t trying to be sexy this time. They weren’t trying to take it slow and easy. They were rough. He was pushing deeper and deeper into her, and she was begging for even more. And he gave her more. He took her in a way he’d never taken any woman before. He possessed her. Every inch of her. It was so passionate, and so heightened, that they came within minutes. It couldn’t be sustained any longer. They came. They’d come before this night, especially Charles. Many times before.
But nothing like this.
The next morning, when she woke up in bed, she fully expected him to be long gone. It was a good night, but now it was good riddance. But although he was fully dressed and was seated in the chair near her bed, he was still there. She continued to lay there when she saw him.
“I thought you said you had to take care of business this morning,” she said.
“I do.”
She waited for him to say more about it, but he didn’t. He, instead, continued to stare at her.
“How do you feel?” he asked her.
“I feel . . . pretty good.”
“No aftershocks from that accident last night?”
“No. No aftershocks.”
What about the aftershocks from their mating, he wanted to ask. The kind he was feeling. The kind that caused him to stay and stare, rather than do as he always did after one night stands, and leave. “What caused your late start, Jenay?”
Jenay didn’t understand his change of direction. “My late start?”
“You’re thirty-two just beginning your career. That’s late.”
She knew it too. And a part of her was unaccustomed to someone being so blunt about it. But he was right. “The plan,” she said, “was to get him through law school, and then he was going to be able to support the family and send me to school. And it worked. At least half of it. His half,” she said with a weak smile.
But Charles wasn’t smiling at all. “How long were you married to the guy?”
“Seven years.”
“And he got that seven year itch.”
“No. He got a better offer. A woman who could support him in the lifestyle he wanted. It had nothing to do with any itches.”
Charles nodded. He was pleased she didn’t fall for that cliché. “You have no children of your own?” he asked her.
She hesitated. “No,” she said. “We tried, but it never happened. Since he had two kids, we had no choice but to assume I was the reason. I’ll probably never have any children.”
“You want children?”
“I want . . .,” she started, and then stopped. Then she started again. “I want to get going, you know? A career first, because I need to be able to support myself. And then I’ll see. It’s too much to think about a career and a family at this point. First things first.”
“What about your family? Your parents? They must be proud of you. Are they coming to your graduation ceremony?”
“They live in California.”
“So what?”
“They can’t get away.”
“Bullshit,” Charles quickly said. “Their daughter is graduating college. That’s a big damn deal.”