I came suddenly, my cries turning to a low, animal groan.
“My sweet Tori,” he said. “Tori.”
He paused, and then he drove into me, pumping me up the wall on my back, my hair catching behind me and pulling my head back, exposing my neck. He kissed and licked and sucked my neck hungrily as he came, his liquid hot inside me.
He grunted, and clenched me to him, his cock shaking.
I opened my eyes to find him looking right at me, his expression one of surprise, or perhaps curiosity.
We stared at each other for a quiet moment. We were in a public place, a darkened alleyway just steps from the sidewalk. I could hear the sounds of the movie playing in the park, and all those people not far away.
He moaned and kissed my forehead. “That was so good.”
Slowly, he withdrew from me, and I felt the fluid run straight out of me, to the ground. He didn't seem to notice, and slowly helped me down from the wall.
“My legs are shaking,” I said.
“I'll take the credit for that,” he said. “Let's pretend it had nothing to do with your gymnastics.”
Once on steady ground, I opened my purse and pulled out some tissues and my panties, then tidied up and put them on. He had his jeans back up, and drew me in against him. I thought it was for another kiss, but he just hugged me.
Some people walked by on the sidewalk, unaware of the two of us in the narrow space, mere feet away.
“You're amazing, Tori,” he said, still hugging me.
“You're not so bad yourself.” I squeezed his buttocks.
He whispered, “I really like you.”
I felt his words ripple through me, as pleasurable as his touch on my body. “I like you too.”
He pulled away from me, grabbed my hand, and charged back out to the sidewalk.
He said, “Now, where did I park that bike of mine?”
4: SLEEPING UPSTAIRS
Smith drove the vehicle back, the small headlight barely lighting our way. I wrapped my arms around him, enjoying the sensation of hugging him as we rode over the bumpy trail.
Just before we arrived at the cabin, he slammed on the brakes. A family of skunks strolled across the trail in front of us, confident and cocky as hell.
Smith whispered back to me, over his shoulder, “I dare you to go pick up one of those babies.”
I pinched him on the stomach and whispered, “You first.” The skunks dawdled along, in no hurry. “They walk like they're wearing poopy diapers,” I said.
He chuckled, his voice low.
After they'd disappeared into the forest, we drove the rest of the way without incident.
Back at the cabin, Smith turned on the big TV and plugged a hard drive into the media center computer attached to the big screen.
A minute later, Ghostbusters was playing on the screen.
“Couldn't let you get away without seeing it,” he said, smiling.
“Do you want popcorn?” I stepped toward the kitchen.
“I want you, Tori. Come and sit with me.” He took a seat on one of the generous-sized sofas and patted the spot next to him.
I got us some bottled sparkling water and joined him on the sofa. He put his arm around me and I rested my cheek on his shoulder, utterly content. There was a part of me that ran through the same worrying thoughts, over and over, like a hamster on a wheel, but when Smith held me or touched me, those thoughts went quiet.
I didn't have to worry about the future, because the only time that mattered was now, and we were together now, and that was beautiful enough.
We watched the movie, but Smith claimed to be “too sleepy” to watch the sequel.
I rolled my eyes. “Too sleepy. I'm so sure. Is that why your hand keeps slipping in between my thighs?”
His eyelids low and sexy, he said, “Come sleep in my bed tonight.”
“Sleep?”
He kissed my hand. “Be with me, and then sleep with me. The whole deal.”
“Fine. I'll come up, and we'll see what happens. I reserve the right to go to my own bed and get some sleep, though, without some hot, older man trying to see how wet he can get me.”
“Older?” His gold-brown eyes twinkled. “First my earlobes are chubby, and now I'm an older man?”
He got up from the sofa and pulled me to stand before him. I reached up and squeezed his earlobe. “These earlobes are perfect. And so are you. But you are just a tiny bit older than me.”
He winced. “I'm only forty-one.”
“Really?”
“What? You thought I was older?” He hung his head.
“No, I thought you were in your thirties.”
His eyes brightened as his head snapped up. “I have hurt feelings about the earlobes comment.”
“You don't seem that hurt, what with your big grin and all.”
“I'm devastated,” he said, still grinning. “But I think I can settle the score.”