Chrissy "apologized" for Macing me in the face. ("You deserved it," she said. "I know," I told her.) We fucked all over the condo—in the shower, on the couch, in bed, against walls. I knew I wasn't the same, of course, and I knew Hannah felt the change.
For one thing, silence replaced my rapacious dirty talk. Hannah had to coax the words out of me. And for another, I couldn't bring myself to get rough with Hannah.
Maybe I still felt guilty. I don't know.
I kept waiting for something to click into place, but it wasn't happening, and the more it didn't happen, the more nervous I got. How long would my tame lovemaking satisfy Hannah?
She didn't say a word about it, but she struggled to inspire me. She went strutting around the condo in nothing but a thong and bustier. She cleaned in a skirt, no panties, and bent over every available surface. She slept naked, too. Each morning I woke with a hard-on pressed against her soft skin.
God, I was lucky.
And fuck, I was unhappy.
When Hannah left for work, she took all of my happiness with her, and the void left in me was my essential misery.
I woke to an empty condo on Saturday.
I loped through the rooms in a state of mild panic.
"Where's Hannah?" I asked Laurence.
I tried her cell. It rang and rang and went to voicemail.
I threw on a bathrobe and stood out on the balcony, watching the street. The November sunlight was deceptive. I shivered and paced.
I was still out there at noon, probably looking like a bum, when Hannah came striding up the sidewalk. She spotted me on the balcony and waved.
"Go inside!" She laughed. She was carrying two bags. "It's freezing!"
I shuffled inside and waited for her on the landing. Hannah took the stairs two at a time and kissed me on the mouth.
"Hi," I said through the kiss.
She giggled as I tried to get her against the wall.
"In!" she huffed, slipping away from me. I followed her into the condo and helped her out of her coat. I loomed, trying to get a look at her shopping bags.
"I called. Where were you?"
"Making secret purchases." Hannah darted to the bedroom and returned with only one bag. From it, she produced a box of gourmet cupcakes. They were piled high with icing—more icing than cake. I smiled as she pushed one on me.
"Happy birthday, Matt," she whispered.
I blinked, reeling for a beat. Birthday? My watch and phone were in the bedroom. I glanced at the kitchen calendar. November 9th.
"Holy shit," I said.
"You forgot your own birthday, didn't you?" Hannah took my face between her hands and kissed me longingly. Without looking, I slid my cupcake onto the counter. I pulled her close.
"I think I did," I murmured, kissing my way down her neck. She pushed my bathrobe off my shoulders. Hannah was wearing a form-fitting sweater dress and leggings. The outfit showed off her beautiful body.
"I have another present for you." Hannah took my hand and pulled me toward the bedroom. I gazed at her ass as it swayed from side to side.
I knew I was about the get the blowjob of a lifetime.
Until Hannah started going through her other shopping bag.
She looked uneasy.
"Can you take off your boxers?" She glanced at me.
"Um... yeah." I slid my boxers down my legs. Suddenly things were awkward. Hannah was fully dressed and I was standing there semi-hard, totally naked, and very confused.
She wrestled with some packaging and withdrew a blindfold from the bag. Oh. Hannah and I hadn't tried anything kinky since... well, since four months ago when I tied her to my bed. Did she think I could do that now? Could I?
"I see how it is," I said, laughing nervously.
"Do you?" There was a glimmer of mischief in Hannah's eyes. She slid behind me and told me to close my eyes, then she tied the blindfold onto me.
"Okay, maybe I don't see." I grinned and held the footboard. Blindfolded blowjob. I could definitely get into this.
Hannah guided me over to the bed and I stretched out on my back. My cock twitched in anticipation. God, I wanted to feel her hot tongue on my dick...
If only I could say that.