“And overcompensated?”
“Big time,” Charles admitted.
“But . . . you called the police on him yourself, Charlie.”
“Damn right I did. A man has to pay for what he does. If they would have arrested me, I would have paid too. Don will face that music all on his own this time. He’s a man now. He’ll either get better or he’ll get worse. But that’s entirely up to him now.”
Jenay could see the drain in Charles’s eyes. She went up to him, and took him by the arm. “Let’s sit down,” she said.
They walked to the sofa and sat down. He was so emotionally spent, he leaned back.
“How was your trip?” she asked him.
“Surprisingly productive,” he said. “We sealed the deal.”
“That’s good news.”
“Yeah,” Charles said, then looked at her. “But not the kind I was hoping to get.” He turned toward her. “What’s going on with you, Jean? What’s going on with us?”
“It’s going to take time is the answer. Time will tell.”
Charles rubbed the back of his hand on the side of her face. “I missed you.”
She smiled. “I missed you too.”
Charles leaned over and kissed her. They allowed the kiss to linger. When he opened his eyes, he looked into hers. “You, our relationship, means a lot to me. I’m committed to making this work.”
Jenay nodded. “So am I,” she said. “Just because I need my own space, doesn’t mean I don’t want it to work. I do.”
“So you haven’t left me?”
She smiled. “No! I found myself, but I didn’t leave you.”
Charles smiled. “Good,” he said. “Then I don’t see how we can lose.” And he kissed her again. But this time far more passionately.
When he was done, she moved to get up. “I’ll get us something to drink,” she said.
But he pulled her back down. “Not yet,” he said, and began kissing her again.
Jenay missed him too, and began returning his kiss. But there was something more potent with Charles. More heightened. He demonstrated that more urgent need when they finally stopped kissing, and he hurried to his feet.
“Which bedroom?” he asked as he grabbed her by the hand, and began all but dragging her toward the back of the house.
“Any one,” she responded, feeling a sudden sense of urgency too. He hurried into the very first bedroom they got to.
He had her back against the wall, and was kissing her again, as soon as they walked in. But he was undressing as he kissed her. By the time she opened her eyes again, after enjoying his kiss so completely, he was naked.
“Oh, Charlie!” she moaned, as she looked at him, as he rubbed his penis against her.
“I want you, Jenay,” he said, as he continued to kiss her and began undressing her too. “I want you. Every inch of you!”
He had undressed her too, in record time, and then he lifted her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around him in such a sensual way that he could feel her pussy hug his penis. And that feeling, of her rawness on his rawness, undid him. He began sucking her breasts, as he carried her to the bed.
When he got in bed on top of her, he slid his finger between her folds and began stroking her until she was good and wet. When he pulled his finger out, he licked it, and then went down and started licking her.
Jenay smiled and sighed and pulsated all over as she experienced what she now knew was his well-honed experience. He didn’t just go down on her, he went down on her as a man who wrote the book on going down on a woman. She was arching and panting from his oral alone. And she was still aware just how much more intensity he seemed to possess. It had been several days since they’d been together sexually. But he was making it seem like several years.
And when he laid her on her stomach, and he got on top of her, she thought just the way his penis was rubbing between her cheeks was intense enough. But he began entering her raw, for the very first time, and intensity wasn’t the word. When she felt his uncovered dick ease inside of her, she felt as if her passion had morphed into fire itself. She was on fire. And as he began stroking her, as his dick began sliding and gliding across her wetness, she became so hot, and so inflamed, that she thought she was going to pass out.
Charles held his breath when they first made raw contact. He’d never felt anything so alive and vibrant than the feel of her skin on his skin. And the further in he pushed, the deeper down he went, it felt as if he was having an outer body experience himself. Sex he knew. He considered himself a master at having sex. But love and sex together were new to him. To make love to somebody he was growing to care so deeply about made him feel heady, and exhilarated, and terrified all at the same time.