“With the softer color, I can make out your eyes better and the light flecks of gold at the edge of your pupils.”
“Strip,” I commanded. “You are not going to sit there and sweet talk me all night. I need to feel you on top of me.”
Edison moved like molasses. He always had since childhood. He was never in a rush, he was always observing the world around him. While Darla and I had our faces aglow in UV lights from our phones, he was just out there raw dogging life. Like he didn’t want to miss something important. Back then I didn’t get it, but now I understood he was the one really living because he experienced each moment distraction free.
When he finally stepped out of his boxers, my face lit up with delight. It blew my mind that men could walk around unassuming and then drop trou and you realize this whole time they were concealing a third leg.
His toes curled into the carpet. “You’re embarrassing me,” he said.
“Don’t act like I’m the first woman who lit up like a Christmas tree at the sight of you.” I couldn’t resist. Reaching out, I took the weight of him in my hand, stroking his member, lightly applying pressure to the tip. Edison stood rod straight as I smiled up at him. All I wanted was to witness him come undone. For calm and collected Edison to grab me tight and call me dirty names. I wanted to suck him off sloppy and wet while telling him he was a good boy. But the throbbing in between my legs was deafening. With his dick inches from my lips I said, “I need you to fuck me right now.” Making sure to talk slow and extra airy, so he felt my breath on the tip of his dick, my mouth just out of reach.
Edison backed off and rummaged in the pockets of his jeans looking for a condom. My eager eyes were as big as saucers as he rolled the rubber over his member. I grabbed him by the neck and pressed his lips against mine. Playfully nipping at his bottom lip, he moaned, sweeping his tongue into my mouth to dance next to mine. We were like teenagers exploring each other for the first time, languishing in that long kiss like we both weren’t naked and able to do so much more. I just couldn’t get over the way his tongue tasted like a combination of both of us, it was sweet and savory at the same time.
When he finally climbed on top, he offered a crooked smile, teasing me with the tip before leisurely slipping inside. I held my breath until all of him met all of me. He stroked my cheek and I could tell I was in trouble. His deep-set eyes consumed me, blocking out every other thought. The first strokes were nice and easy. What you’d expect from someone who was laidback and chill like a three-day weekend with no particular plans. His large hand rubbed my legs and he buried his head into my chest. Selecting a tit, he teased my nipple with his tongue before swiping it over my areola, practically inhaling my entire breast.
I moaned and writhed underneath him. Tossing my hand to the back of his head, I rubbed his tapered fade. This wasn’t fucking, this was grown and sexy. Edison was making love to every part of me. His lips brushed my chin before nestling next to my ear. I thought he was going to tell me how good I felt or how long he’d waited for this, but he did none of that. The sound of his breath against my ear as it went from steady to more labored the deeper the thrust was sending me.
The perfect song is a culmination of several factors: words, melody, and voice. Sex with Edison was like the perfect song. Every thrust expertly timed. The tap of his fingers against my waist silently urging me forward. Our breath syncopated, when I exhaled air he’d breathe it in. I called out his name like it was the chorus in a number one record.
When he increased the pace it was like we’d been singing a cappella and the beat finally kicked in. It was heady and aggressive. His body was in urgent need of mine as he drove deeper, taking away my ability to speak. I clawed at his back as his teeth bit down on my shoulder. All of a sudden, I was a contortionist as I opened myself wider for him, my back arched.
Edison grabbed my waist, flipping us over so I was on top. He was letting me sing lead and I decided to dip into the bridge. Rocking back and forth then up and down, wanting to experience him from every angle. His hands coasted over my frame. Sometimes he’d guide my hips, making it a duet, and other times I was performing solo while he reaped the benefits.
We barely spoke any words, but there was no need when our bodies were doing the talking for us. My face flushed as heat slid over my body. I dropped low so our noses touched, letting himknow with just my eyes I was about to come. He grabbed my ass and worked me over his shaft again and again until I unraveled like a loose thread, one final tug making the garment pull apart. When Edison grunted deep and started to shake I lost the last bit of my composure. His orgasm made me come harder knowing we were feeling the exact same feeling at this unique moment in time.
It took me a minute to slow my hips. I honestly didn’t want to let him go. We would never have this moment again. When he pulled out, it would only ever live in our memories. As if he was thinking the same damn thing, Edison kissed me hard and long like he wanted to sear this occasion in our brains forever.
When we finally released one another, I collapsed to the mattress next to him. “Well, that was?—”
“Yeah,” he said, agreeing with words I hadn’t yet spoken.
“That was the worst sex I’ve ever had.”
We shared a chuckle.
“Well, I guess we’ll just have to keep trying til we get it right.”
“You have shitty reception out here,”I said as I entered the kitchen with various forms of roosters all around. Rooster artwork, rooster cookie jar, rooster tea kettle. I do not understand how Edison lived in a home so opposite his style.
“I know it.”
“What do you do in case of emergencies?”
“I got my landline and my rifle.”
I tossed my phone on the counter since at Edison’s place it was the equivalent of an expensive paperweight. If anyone was looking for me, I wouldn’t know because my phone had no barsand this man had no internet. “No cell service. No Wi-Fi. What do you do for fun?”
“I invite wayward country stars to my place for a quick lay.” It was a little past midnight, and he was scrambling up some eggs.
I made myself comfortable on the rooster shaped stool. “Seriously.”
“This place keeps me plenty busy. Between the animals and the shit in the house, I’m never bored.”
“I don’t know how you do it. I would lose my mind. It’s so fucking quiet.”
Edison flashed an eye in my direction. There was something behind it, but I couldn’t rest my finger on it. “You used to like quiet.”
“No I didn’t. I never did. I was always looking for something to get into. I didn’t like being alone for too long with my thoughts.”
