Separation Anxiety(78)

The last few days of school passed quickly. Between grading final exams, posting grades, and cleaning out my classroom for the end of the year checkout, I was busy, and so was Jesse. He had his own set of worries, most notably contacting the parents of seniors who failed classes and weren’t going to graduate. I was glad I wasn’t the one who had to make those calls. By the time we both got home, we were too exhausted to do anything other than lay in bed wrapped around each other.

And then, finally, our summer was upon us.

Freedom for over two months before it was back to the grind.

Jesse had scheduled his trip to begin the day after school got out. He’d already made reservations and planned out a large part of his itinerary before I was even in the equation, and, unfortunately, I couldn’t go with him to Mexico.

Fucking Richard once again was getting in the way of what I wanted – what I needed.

The court date for our divorce was set for June 7, so I had about two weeks before I could join Jesse. We only needed a court date if we couldn’t agree on something, and I’d spoken to him three times about listing the house for sale. He hadn’t done it, and so I had to file for a court date for our division of property.

Jesse prepared for his month-long getaway and I watched with a wineglass in hand. He went into the office to set up automatic payment on all of his bills, and I sat on the floor of the office and drank wine while he worked. I watched the way his eyes focused on his computer screen, the way his long fingers clicked the mouse, the way his lips pouted out as he concentrated. Everything about him was perfection, like I was watching a beautiful piece of artwork come to life.

When he stood, he pulled me up with him. He carried a bottle of beer in one hand and clutched my hand in the other. “Want to help me pack my clothes?” he asked.

“Sure,” I said as he led me into his bedroom and gestured to the bed. I looked at him in confusion.

“Sit,” he commanded.

“On your bed?” I asked.

I knew we’d shared plenty of intimacy, but I still considered his room off-limits. It reminded me of when I was a little kid and I wasn’t supposed to go in my parents’ room.

“Our room” was the guest room, the one where I’d slept since Jesse invited me to stay with him. The room we had shared since two nights after I started crashing with him.

But the next time I was going to be with Jesse in this house, our relationship was going to be completely different. We weren’t just going to be in love; we were going to be lovers. And maybe that meant we were going to start sharing his bed instead of his guest bed.

He nodded. “Yeah, on my bed,” he said, a hint of shyness mixed with trepidation. I knew what a huge step this was for him.

I perched gingerly on the edge of the bed, his eyes warm and full of lust as he gazed at me.

“You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now,” he murmured, his words washing over me and causing my cheeks to redden.

“You have no idea how much I want to be fucked by you,” I whispered back.

In what seemed like less than a second, Jesse attacked. He was suddenly hovering over me, his body covering mine, and I was on my back on his bed. His heated eyes locked on mine, and I knew without a doubt that the next two weeks were going to be as difficult as the last two months. Time away from Jesse was agony, but the light at the end of the tunnel was that we would finally, finally be able to be together in every single way that we’d wanted to be together for five years.

He dragged his lips down my neck and then up behind my ear. He placed tiny kisses in his path as I shivered beneath him.

I was more aroused than I’d ever been in my life, and from the solid hardness that he was pushing into me, I could tell that I was doing the same thing to him that he was doing to me.

His lips found mine, and he held still, kissing me with his mouth closed for a moment as his hips bucked into mine. It was somehow sweet and erotic at the same time. I laid there and took it, arching up into him as my hands wrapped tightly around his neck.

His mouth opened to mine and I grasped his hair in my hand. He groaned into me, and it was one of those raspy, feral groans that caused a deep throbbing ache inside of me. I held his head to mine, and his kiss deepened. His tongue battled against mine aggressively, exploring every corner of my mouth as he continued his thrusts with his hips. I was dizzy with need for him.

He ended the kiss all too soon, driving into me one last time before pulling back and standing up.

“Sweet fuck,” he muttered, heading toward his closet as he not at all discreetly adjusted his pants.

I just lay back on his bed, woozy and dazed from that extraordinary kiss. I couldn’t move; I was breathless and lightheaded and shamelessly turned on.