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As he stands up from the couch, I get a good look at his naked back. It’s inked all over with a black and grey Japanese tattoo. I can see a Koi and cherry blossoms and I get struck by its beauty, only to get distracted when he drops his jeans and underwear to the ground, showing off his completely naked body. As he turns back to me, he sticks out his hand to help me get up from the couch. My legs actually wobble.
“What are we doing?” I ask him while he bends over and picks up his discarded jeans again. He fumbles in his pocket and comes back up with a foil package in his hand.
“I’m going to fuck you against the door.”
My mouth dries when I hear those words. Yes please. Instead of answering him, I take off my panties and my skirt and let him drag me to the door. The wildness of our action awakens a feral part of me that thrills me. In the time I took to undress, he managed to roll on the condom and when we’re both naked and in position, he wastes no time at all. He picks me up as if I weigh nothing and I wrap my legs around his waist as we start kissing, needing each other like we need air. And that’s exactly what he is to me right then and there; that one thing I need.
He supports me with one arm under my ass as he lines himself up. How he manages to keep me up is beyond me, but he does. His eyes find mine to ask for consent and I give him the tiniest of nods before he slams into me. He bottoms out at once and my walls stretch, making me wish the deliciousness will last forever.
With his free hand he takes one of my hands and pushes it against the door. As he presses his hot and firm body against mine, I desperately try to touch him with my free hand. I stroke his back, because the hard ridges of his muscular body need to be explored. He’s way past the point of taking it slow with me and starts thrusting into me with long strokes and I’m not complaining one bit. Just when I think his dick will pull all the way out, he thrusts back in again. There’s a small voice in my head that worries I’m too heavy to be having sex while being held up, but the beast of a man that is in front of me doesn’t seem to be bothered by it. So, just like all the other times these last few weeks, I use sex to let go of all my worries. Jonah manages to let me bask in ecstasy, making me let go of all my doubts and thoughts.
We get lost in wild passion, giving into each other’s body. I don’t register all the small stuff, they all just blend together in one big sensation. I can’t even push back down against him as there’s nowhere to push myself off of. So I just helplessly surrender myself to endless bliss, as he keeps thrusting into me like his life depends on it.
As my muscles start to tighten again, he’s tensing under me. He must be close to finishing as well, but I’m so close I don’t want him to end before I do myself.
“Don’t stop,” I moan.
“No way,” he grunts, “you’re going to come for me first.”
He releases the hand he pushed above my head and uses it to pinch my nipple. My pussy clenches at the touch and he rolls it between his thumb and finger. It’s almost too much, just on the edge of being painful.
He slams into me even harder than when he started and before I know what’s happening, I topple over the edge. My muscles tense and relax, and I can feel it in my extremities. It keeps going, god, is this normal? Waves keep rolling over me and when I’m completely out of breath, everything starts to relax. My arms tingle as Jonah keeps slamming into me and my pussy is so sensitive it’s almost too much. Without meaning to, I moan loudly. Jonah uses his body weight to push me harder against the door and his whole body starts to jerk. His forehead is pressed to the nape of my neck as he grunts and finds his own release. I run my fingers through his hair as he rides out his own waves of ecstasy.
I softly kiss his hair as he gently puts my feet back down on the ground again and we both stay put, finding our breaths again. Our sweaty bodies are tangled and I’m not really sure which limbs belong to whom. He presses his mouth against mine and he drops some lazy kisses on it. When he finally pulls back, our eyes meet and seem to be glued together. There’s a certain electricity between us, a static in the air that could ignite any second.
“Let’s get cleaned up,” I whisper and get ready to walk to the bathroom, taking Jonah’s hand. It’s only then I realize we just had sex against the door between the hallway and the living room, in front of a curtainless window. I can’t even be bothered to worry if anyone saw what we did, all I can think is good for us.
After cleaning up we went back to the living room, like nothing even happened. The fact that we can have a casual sexual encounter and then be friends again right after calms me. It’s like no matter what, he’ll be there. It’s exactly what I need right now.
I’ve picked up my book and tried to focus on whatever my characters were up to, but I’m just not interested anymore. Why would I be searching for human connection in a book with fictional characters, when I can just have a human connection right here.
“Well, I’m giving up,” I say as I drop my e-reader on the coffee table. “All my concentration went out the freaking window.”
“I wore you out, you mean?”
“Good thing you’re so humble. Your mamma never taught you that?” I blurt out.
“My mom never taught me anything,” he replies while he turns his face to look out of the window, a crease forming between his eyebrows. “Least of all how to be humble.”
Crap, I know better than that. I don’t talk to Jonah about his mom. Well, he never used to want to talk about it and I just assumed that it hadn’t changed. I shouldn’t have let it slip outta my mouth.
“I’m sorry,” I start but he cuts me off.
“You don’t have anything to be sorry for, that’s all on her.”
“Do you ever hear anything from her?”
He shakes his head. “I’ve tried, in the beginning,” he says hesitantly. “But I never got what I was looking for from her.”
He deliberately looks away from me, and I squeeze his hand, trying to reassure him to keep talking.
“Laurie and Mark saw what it did to me as a kid. They really accepted me as their own, and I got all the love I needed from them. You know how gentle they were. The only times we fought was when I wanted to give her another chance and they said she didn’t deserve it. That I deserved better.”
My heart’s heavy from that admission, because he does deserve better than he got. When his eyes finally land on me, I give him a gentle smile to let him know I’m here for him. He seems to find whatever he needs to continue.
“I stopped trying to get in contact with her when I was sixteen. Funny thing is, once I stopped reaching out to her, she started reaching out to me. I get a collect call from the prison once a year or so, but I never pick up. I’m done, so done.”
His words have a definitive ring to it, and I wish I could make life a little easier for him.
