The movie ended, and I realized how hungry I was. It must be well after lunch, I’m surprised Jay didn’t come looking for me.
After a couple of wrong turns, I found the breakfast room. All trace of coffee was gone from the wall, and the broken shards of mug had been cleared away. No one was there, so I pushed the blue button.
Rosie appeared.
“Can you get me Jay?” I asked.
“Of course.” She said, and left.
Jay came in a few minutes later.
“Enjoy the movie?”
“Yes,” I said and hugged him. I breathed in his clean scent, my body relaxed and I hugged him tighter.
“Let’s sit, the cook has prepared more chicken soup to heal you.”
I squeezed him, not wanting to let go. Not sure if I should forget the lie. We sat across from each other, and he captured my eyes in his. My cheeks burned at the heat of his gaze.
I steadied myself and said “It's so weird, I didn't even know your name. To find out someone you felt so connected with wasn’t who you thought they were.”
He put his spoon down. “I’m still that person. The one you are connected with.”
We finished out meals, and I followed him into a cosy room with a plush sofa positioned in front of a fireplace. I sat on the sofa and watched Jay as knelt to build a fire.
With his back to me he said “I didn’t like seeing you touch that other man. Seeing that other man touch you.”
“Sorry.” Though I wasn’t sure why I was apologizing.
He turned around and bore his eyes into me. “I don’t intend to see it happen again.”
I shifted myself on the sofa, trying to escape his gaze. He turned his attention back to the fire and my muscles relaxed.
The fire flaring, he sat beside me on the sofa with his body against mine. My chest fluttered at the contact. At his proximity. He put his arm around me and I leaned into him. Let his warmth comfort me though my insides were churning.
He pressed my head to his lips. Kissed my hair, my cheek. He put his lips to my ear, lowered his voice and said, “I loved when you called me Jay. When you screamed it in ecstasy. You’re the only person who has ever called me that. It felt, special. That that part of me only belongs to you.”
The words sent tingles rippling throughout my body. I could not resist him any longer. I turned my lips to his and kissed him.
He responded with hunger. His hand gripped the back of my head, holding me to him. Not letting go. I moaned into his mouth at the lightning bolts he sent through my body.
I ran my hand over the muscles in his arms, and across his strong chest. I fought with his shirt buttons, trying to get underneath his shell.
He stood, taking my body with him. I held onto his neck as he carried me out of the room, up the sweeping staircase.
Halfway up the staircase he said, “The last time I carried you up these stairs, on that night, your scent mixed with the Clive Christian perfume drove me wild.”
My eyes widened. What happened that night?
“Don’t worry, I didn’t touch you. I would never hurt you.”
I squeezed him tighter and said, “I know. I trust you.”
44
We passed my bedroom and went through a doorway near the end of the hall. He stood me beside the bed and kissed me. My tongue reached deeper into his mouth. Wanting more of him. He broke the kiss, and I moaned in complaint. He bit at my neck in response before finding my lips once more.
While we kissed, I undid his shirt buttons, exposing the beautiful six pack of his. I pushed my hands up and down the muscles, they tensed in response to my touch. My pussy moistened at the knowledge of what was to come. Of the way he would make me feel.
Jay stepped back and pulled off my t-shirt. Reached around and undid my bra then undid my jeans.
“Ah,” I gasped as he pushed me onto the bed then wiggled my jeans off.
“I was hoping you’d wear a dress.”
I thought of the red one. Later, for sure. He kissed up my belly, over my breasts up my neck and to my mouth. He slid his hand up the inside of my thigh then under my panties. I rolled my hips at the contact. Six weeks. Too long to go. Never again.
His fingers traced over my lips, sending a shiver up my spine. My breath left me and I struggled to fill my lungs again. I gasped, searching for air but finding his lips. His fingers slid up and down my slit and found my entrance.
My heart thumped out of time. I was doing this. I wanted this. Him. I wanted him.
His fingers entered me, at an agonizingly slow rate. Once inside, they moved at the same slow pace. Taunting me. Again. His other hand ran over my breasts and the curve of my hip.
I reached down to find the outline of his hard cock through his suit pants. I clutched it like I was trying to pull it through the fabric, but Jay pushed my hand away.