It took me quite some time to come back down. When I did, Jimmy was standing, busy tearing open a condom wrapper with his teeth. He’d come prepared.
“We good?” he asked.
My breath … I’d lost it somewhere. No matter. I’d just lie there and glow, my * still pulsing with aftershocks. Perfect.
“Lena?” His hint of a smile was so cocky. There was a flash of dimple and everything. But honestly, he’d done such a superlative job on me. It was thoroughly well deserved.
I nodded, giving him proof of life. My mind was still drifting down from the heavens. God. Sex had never quite that celestial before. All he’d done was put his mouth on me, I might not survive more.
Though I’d definitely die happy.
He stared down at me, hands busy rolling the condom over his cock. Before I could rise up on an elbow to get a look, he was positioning himself at my entrance. The slight pressure from the blunt head of his penis made sparkling little shocks break out anew. Baby fireworks. Shivers raced across my skin. He stroked over my tummy, setting his palm against the damp skin, up over the curves of my dimpled thighs, so white and big. All of my insecurities came running on home, despite the lust in his eyes. He was so big and beautiful standing over me.
“You’re gorgeous,” he whispered, voice ragged.
I couldn’t talk, my throat dry as stone. So I just nodded. Surely he had all the permission he needed. I lay there decimated by him, wet and willing.
“It’s been a while.” A bead of perspiration ran down the side of his face. His shoulders rose and fell furiously, the struggle for control obvious in every part of him. “Want it to be good for you.”
I swear my heart up and died at the doubt in his voice. Sometimes, we were more alike than I gave us credit for.
“Jimmy. I need you in me.”
Something eased in his eyes and he nodded. “Yeah. You do.”
I laughed in surprise.
Then I shut right the hell up. Capable hands held my legs apart and he started pushing in. And in. My * lips stretched around him to accommodate his size. Slowly but surely, the long hard length of him filled places I didn’t even know existed. Honestly, it wasn’t all that comfortable. It’d been a few months since last time, but this was ridiculous.
I wiggled and wrapped my good leg around him, trying to get into a better position. Really, I should have been wet enough after the phenomenal orgasm. “How big are you?”
“You can take me.” His tongue ran over his lush bottom lip and his gaze stayed on where we were joined.
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
He gave me a quick look. “Not like I measure myself.”
“That’s still not an answer.”
“Fuck’s sake. Can we not argue when we’re having sex? Please?”
“Fine.” I stopped watching him over my still heaving breasts and stared at the ceiling. Despite his excessive skills with oral sex, it seemed we didn’t match up down below. How sad. At least years from now, when I looked back on this, I’d know we’d tried.
His thumb toyed either side of my still super sensitive clit, making my back bow.
“Careful,” I breathed.
He nodded, but didn’t look up at me. Apparently our combined groins were just too fascinating. He drew back, before easing into me once more. Then again he slid out, withdrawing further this time, before sinking back in. Each time he did it, it felt better, and he did it over and over again, taking consummate care. The man moved like he was machine, no emotion, face set and eyes focused. Only his hands betrayed him, rubbing up and down my thighs, gripping tight and releasing had enough to leave marks. They could not seem to stay still, too busy exploring my skin. He pressed my knees in hard against him, keeping us as close as could be. Sure enough, eventually tingles started in all of my favorite places, tension building low in my belly. I rarely if ever came twice in the same night. It just didn’t happen. But having him inside of me was now a pleasure, not a pain.
“Jimmy,” I gasped when he hit something particularly wonderful.
He didn’t look up. “Yeah?”
“Do that again.” My breasts felt heavy, hard nipples cruelly contained. Bad underwear. I needed to burn my bras.
“What … this?” His amazing dick did as told, striking me in exactly the right place, lighting me up like I was electric.
“God.” My eyes rolled back into my head. “Yes, yes, yes.”
“I think you like my cock.” He laughed evilly, picking up pace, zeroing in on my happy spot, driving me out of my mind.
“I think I love your cock,” I gasped, my butt grinding into the table.
“Damn, you feel good.”
He hammered into me in a way that was pure art. Our bodies understood each other perfectly. The fit and feel of him marking me inside, making me whole. Each and every muscle in me drew taut until I was one mindless strung-out mess. Jimmy thrust into me hard and fast while I moaned and groaned in appreciation.
Fuck, he could fuck.
I’d never known anyone like him. No way could I keep my eyes closed, I needed to watch. Skin slick with sweat and eyes squeezed tight, he pounded into me with absolute precision. He was so god-like and glorious it was scary. This had to be a dream. When he opened his eyes, dark of his pupil seemed to have swallowed the pale blue whole. He looked down on me, his heart and mind exposed.
He felt it. I know he did. It was so big, so all consuming, how could he not?
This time when I came, the whole world blacked out. My entire body released in some orgy of mindless ecstasy. Sounds crazy, but it’s true. My blood boiled and my brain blanked, every bit of me trembling. He’d turned me into some sex creature, wired just for him. And the payoff was sublime.
I heard a shout, then a warm weight settled on top of me.
We were both panting. The noise echoing, filling the room along with the frantic beat of my heart.
Slowly, I opened my eyes again. The world was still there, despite all internal bodily evidence to the contrary. Endorphins made merry with my whole being. How floaty and totally remarkable having sex with Jimmy was. Give me five minutes and I’d definitely go back for another round. Right now though, he’d earned a break.
“Hey.” I stroked his beautiful black hair.
Immediately, he started righting himself. He lifted himself off of me, began dealing with the condom. He tied it off at the end and then tucked his cock back into his jeans, doing up the zip and buttons. I missed the warmth of him instantly.
“Jimmy?”
He didn’t look at me.
Between my legs was a wonderful wet mess. The delicious musky scent of sex lay thick in the air. Any money there was a loved-up dumb-ass smile on my face. I couldn’t bring myself to care, let alone be embarrassed. He’d made me feel far too good.
“Jimmy?”
“Yeah?” He dumped the used condom and braced his hands beside the sink, staring out the kitchen window.
“Are you okay?”
“Sure. Yeah, no problem.”
“Good.”
He looked back over his shoulder at me, brows a worried line. “How are you?”
“Fine. Thank you.” Man, this was all so very polite. Next we might have toast and tea, and talk about the weather.
Shoulders thick and strained, he said nothing for the longest time. I’d been locked out again. The walls were up. He studied me in silence and I could feel the distance seeping back in between us. First inches, then feet, until entire oceans separated where we were.
I couldn’t stand it anymore, the silence was killing me. “What’s wrong?”
“You shouldn’t look at me like that.”
Right. There you go.
My body cooled in an instant, all of the lax and lovely evaporating into thin air. I lay on the table, badly in need of another shower with my hair one giant tangle. The sex creature was gone, dismissed. I smoothed my dress back down over my ravished private parts before rising up. This most definitely wasn’t the sort of conversation I wanted to have lying flat on my back with it all on display. Pride mattered.
“I want to fuck you every way I know how,” he said. “But you can’t look at me like that.”
“I see.”
“I, ah … I need some air.” He strode to the kitchen door, no hesitation, he didn’t look back. But instead he stepped straight out into the cold windy Portland morning without a jacket. He was going to freeze his ass off. And actually, I was okay with that just then.
# # #
My eyes itched though I wouldn’t be crying. Stunned seemed the top response. I just … I couldn’t believe he’d walked straight out on me after such magnificent sex. I hadn’t clung to him, demanding a ring. There’d been no discussion of babies. All casual sex etiquette had been adhered to.
Like I could help how I looked at him.
I kicked my feet, the clunky med boot swinging back and forth below. There was no sign of him on the back patio. Fuck knew where he’d gone.
“You could have at least helped me get down, you asshole,” I yelled, despite him being well out of hearing. “Mal was right, you do no aftercare.”
Worst post-coital ever.