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She looked back.
“No. I like to get lots of sleep before a trip like this, and I have to get up at the crack of dawn Monday morning.” Her chill was as obvious as his.
It was two days later, Saturday in the early evening. The sky was in that odd stage between daylight and night, where there is no specific color, but a blend of many that made the interior of Jocelyn’s apartment glow almost iridescent. She’d been working on some paperwork for her trip, her dining room table amass with papers.
The knock on the door was brisk and efficient.
Who would be landing at her home now? she wondered. She had plans to burrow into her cave for the night and let the sumptuous cocoon comfort her.
Answering the knock, her heart jumped, then raced, then began to turn angry when she saw Reggie at the door.
“Was I too brusque with you the other day?”
“When?”
“In the office.”
“You’re always brusque.”
“If you don’t want to invite me in, I’ll leave.”
“No, no, please come in. I’m just lazily getting ready for this trip.” She walked into her living room, Reggie following. Reaching the far wall she gazed outside to the approaching evening, feeling ever so lonely. “So is this suppose to be a apology?” she asked. She was having a horrible time being haughty with him, but he deserved it.
“It could be, an acknowledgment at least.”
“Oh?” she waited for more.
“You’re leaving for three weeks is irritating. Not having control of you is just as irritating.”
Jocelyn looked at him seeing all the multitude of things that she’d seen in the man for weeks carrying her away again. She was like a child with a school girl crush, resurrecting her emotions for him over and over again with just the smallest encouragement. This was big time encouragement, Reggie coming to her.
He walked toward her, to run his hand along her face, and trace a line along her jaw with a single finger. A distinctive feeling ignited between her thighs that she felt all the way to her crotch.
The first kiss was gentle. In fact, all of Reggie’s kisses were gentle, simple, coming out of the cool of his demeanor, not the heat that laid on flashing stokes to flame her sex with fire. He was a very patient lover when he chose to be. It was a moment to try her patience when she was ready to have him fling her to the bed or floor or anywhere and screw her.
This time, it was all silent, wordless. Even the pleasured gasps of mounting arousal were muted. Everything was measured in simple touches.
He left her standing while his hands explored her. She touched him lightly, but didn’t explore in return, being content to receive. When his hand lifted the bottom of her T-shirt to find her breasts, it was two tender fingers that found her nipple and gently pinched it. He was standing so close to her, she could feel his hard-on jerk inside his pants, as his fingers teased the tiny bud a little harder each time he squeezed. She was tempted to move against him, but she remained immobile.
There was no wild raging river of sensation crashing through her as there had been so many times before. Infinitesimal things moved her, like his breath with the faint aroma of coffee lingering, and the distinct scent of his cologne, which she’d come to associate with sexual passion. The hand not on her breast, went to her bottom and brought her groin into his, so she could feel more intimately than ever the brewing heat inside his pants. Locked so closely together, there was still some distance between them. In the physical sense it was small, but emotionally there was still an immense wide canyon. The sheer cliffs of that canyon were too dangerous for them to explore. Though moments like this one shortened that distance and made the danger much less ominous.
One hand slipped inside her pants to find nothing but skin against it. Smooth Jocelyn skin. As his hand grazed her bottom, Reggie remembered the wild array of hues he’d seen on that flesh, how he’d tasted her sweat and the perfume of her musky female spaces. He remembered how he’d watched her move in orgasmic delight.
As he continued the slow erotic tease, Jocelyn realized that this was one place, for all their arguments and struggles for control, where she was content to let hi
m have control, and take her to the realms where he reigned, where his cunning was as impeccable as his visage, and his insight into her body was more exact than even she could imagine.
The kisses on her mouth became more insistent, his tongue began to explore her, his hands moved more vigorously, too. She couldn’t help herself. She began groping him at will, and soon the two were moving inch by inch toward the bedroom, ready to tumble into the messy sheets of her unmade bed. She always made it every morning but this one. Now, it looked like she’d just fucked someone there, but he didn’t seem to notice.
He moved her about the bed, his arms leading her as if they were dancing. One article of clothing after another was cast away, landing on the floor until they were both naked. His pants, her T-shirt, his shirt, her pants, the slips of underwear, until there was nothing at all to separate them but their own reluctance.
Jocelyn would have been happy to have been pressed crotch to crotch, breast to chest, with mouths kissing madly. But he upended her so her cunt was in his face, and his erection was at her mouth. The mutual oral manipulation wedded her to him in a baser way. The intimacy was more demanding in this carnal pose. She explored his body, as he explored hers in every heated place, with tongue and hands and probing fingers. In the wet heat of evening, they felt like one body.
She wanted him inside her, his wide prick capturing her, demanding, determined, prodding hard, seeking a completion for them both.
Explosions ripped through their bodies. And the silence they’d observed all through the act ended with animal cries, one deep, and one of a higher pitch. The finale was being arm in arm, silent once more, allowing themselves to return to a reality hardly as easy as the sphere of pleasure from which they’d just emerged.
It might have been an hour later. They might have dozed during that time. Now Reggie was bending over the lounging Jocelyn, completely dressed.
