He stood suddenly, holding out his hand, smiling down at me. “Come on, let’s dance.”
“Who would have thought that you were such a romantic,” I teased, my eyes lit up with desire.
I took his hand and he led me down the hall to the living room. There was a collection of electronics on a bookcase and he punched a few buttons. Music filled the room, apparently from some artfully hidden speakers.
“Oh, Robin Hood. I remember this.”
Chase took me in his arms, holding me close, my head resting on his shoulder. I let him slowly dancing me across the floor to the raspy, sexy voice of Bryan Adams.
“You’re right. I am a romantic. I just hide it well from the rest of the world.”
“You hide behind whips and chains?” I closed my eyes, inhaling his scent, the citrusy smell of our bath still lingering on his skin.
“Sometimes. It’s an easy way to cover up a lot of things I’d rather not think about.”
We were quiet, Chase humming softly with the song, expertly guiding me. I felt comfortable and content.
The song ended. I sighed, not wanting to move. Something I didn’t recognize began playing but we didn’t dance. I lifted my face, Chase’s lips soft on mine, his kiss as gentle and slow as the music.
***
It was late Sunday when I got back to my apartment. The cat was needy, but well fed.
There were several messages on the machine. I was sorting the mail, listening with half an ear, hearing Leslie’s voice, then my mother’s. The next voice made my hands freeze, the mail falling back on the desk, now forgotten. It was Jake.
“Abby, where are you? I’ve been trying to reach you since Friday. I’m back home and I want to see you. Call me.”
***
I fished my cell phone out of my purse. It was turned off. I didn’t remember doing that. Flicking it back on and there were three messages from Jake. I didn’t bother listening to them. I didn’t want to hear the worry in his voice; that was clearly evident on the message on my home phone.
My fingers trembled as I dialed Jake’s number. It rang just long enough that I thought I could hang up, but then his voice was there.
“Abby? How are you?”
“I’m fine. Sorry about not getting your messages. I was out of town and my cell phone got turned off somehow.”
There was silence for a moment. I pictured Jake, tall and dark, so handsome it almost hurt to look at him. And I realized how much I’d missed him, and how much I’d enjoyed being with Chase.
“I want to see you, Abby. I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you, Jake. More than I thought I would. Can we have dinner tomorrow night?”
“Absolutely.” There was a smile in his voice. “I’ll pick you up at eight.”
***
I was ready an hour early Monday night, pacing back and forth. I was really excited to see Jake, to hear how his trip had been. But most of all, I wanted his reassuring presence, the comfort of his arms around me.
There was something in Jake that made me feel safe, cherished…loved. Chase made me feel almost like a horse…one of his fillies. Loved as a possession, not necessarily for myself.
But Chase had unlocked something deep and primal in me, led me down some dark paths to experiences I’d never had with anyone.
Jake was my dominant. I turned that relationship over in my mind, wondering how I felt about that now. Did I still want to explore relationship that with Jake? To be his submissive, to give control to him in return for a different kind of wild ride?
I didn’t know if Jake had it in him as a dominant, the way Chase did, to take me to those places.
I was certain thought that Jake, as a lover, could take me anywhere I wanted to go. Jake had the passion, if he’d let himself go and he fueled my passions in a different, but no less exciting way, than Chase did.
The doorbell interrupted my swirling thoughts. Jake was there, tall and dark, blue eyes sweeping over me.
Without hesitation, I pulled him against me, winding my arms around his neck. My mouth found his, my kiss urgent, my body suddenly needing him in a way that startled me.
I pulled him into the apartment, pushing the door shut with a slam. He broke away, looking down at me.
“Abby…”
I didn’t let him continue. “The hell with dinner, Jake. Make love to me. Now.”
I pulled him down the hall to my bedroom. He had the sense not to argue but I could see a shadow of confusion cross his face.
But that left him as I pulled at his shirt, undoing the buttons with eager fingers. His hands reached for my blouse, pulling it over my head. We made quick work of the rest of our clothing, falling onto the bed.
Jake pulled me against his body, my fingers running eagerly over his chest, loving the feel of his lean frame, my hands running down the familiar contours of his body, over the flat plane of his stomach, the rise of his erection.
We were a tangle of arms and legs, Jake’s hands squeezing my br**sts, reaching down to cup my ass. Our lips were seeking, tongues probing each other’s mouths, reclaiming forgotten territory.
I pushed Jake over on his back, straddling his hips. His hands reached up, pulling me down to him, his lips finding my br**sts, running his tongue over my skin.
I could feel his erection pressing against my inner thigh, hot and hard, and suddenly I wanted him inside me. Pulling away from Jake, I sat back, rising up on my knees. Jake was watching me, eyes taking in every part of me.
“God, Abby, I think you’re more beautiful than ever. You look amazing. I really have missed you, not just this…” he waved his hand “…but you. I’ve missed you, Abby.”
“I’ve missed you too, Jake. More than I thought I would.” I reached down, taking his erection in my hand, stroking him slowly, sitting back on his thighs for a moment, loving the feeling of his hard c*ck in my hand.
Jake shifted beneath me, his h*ps rising in time with my thrusts. I rose up, rubbing the head of his c*ck against my p**sy, circling my cl*t with it, sliding just the head into my body.
I held him there a moment, watching his face, feeling him pressing against me, seeking to thrust into me. I took a deep breath, letting myself down on him, feeling him thrust up, meeting me. We both exhaled at the same time.
“Oh, god, Abby. I’ve missed this, to be inside you. God, how I’ve missed this.”
I leaned down, my mouth on his, my tongue flicking over his lips, brushing against his, moaning softly against him. Jake began moving beneath me, his h*ps rising and falling, the delicious length of his c*ck filling me.
We were moving faster, each of us now urgent in our desire to return to the familiar, to the feeling of our bodies working tougher as one, the delicious melding that we’d experienced before.
I sat back at one point, riding him hard, my hands on his narrow waist, loving being in control, grinding down on his h*ps with my body. Jake was holding my hips, his fingers digging in slightly, as his h*ps rose beneath me.
Eventually, he shifted, bracing his feet on the bed, changing the angle of his thrusts into me. I could feel his thighs brushing against my ass, his movements making the bed shake. He was grunting with each stroke, almost a sound of frustration.
“Abby…oh, god.” There was a subtle shift in momentum between us; I was ready to let him take over, have control.
I rolled over, keeping Jake inside me, wanting him to use me for his pleasure and take me along for the ride. I pulled my legs wide, letting him thrust as hard as he wanted, needed, into me. He spread his legs, bracing his thighs against mine, arms on either side of my shoulders.
He was breathing hard, his eyes locked on my face with that intense and penetrating gaze I loved. I reached up, stroking his face and he turned his head, kissing the palm of my hand, closing his eyes.
Jake came with such suddenness I think surprised both of us. There was a brief moment where he hung in the balance between holding back and letting go and then he was making short sharp jabs into me, his h*ps pivoting from side to side, his warmth filling me. He buried his head on my shoulder as his body continued moving, spurts and twitches inside me.
I rolled up to meet him, my body pulling at him, wanting him deeper inside me. My h*ps were grinding up against him, my legs almost wrapped around his shoulders when I came. I felt like I could be split open, taking him so far inside me. There seemed no end to the waves of pleasure that ran through me. The blood was pounding in my head; my ears filled with the sound of it, of my voice and of Jake’s, his muffled against my neck.
It was a long time later when Jake lifted his head, brushing the hair back from my forehead. He kissed the end of my nose, smiling down at me.
“So much for the dinner reservations.” He rose up on one elbow.
“Your nose is sunburned. You must have gotten some sun over the weekend.”
I felt myself blush, hoping the dark would hide it or it looked like the flush of passion.
“Um…yeah, a little bit. Are you hungry? We could order pizza, if you like.”
We did order pizza, sitting cross-legged in my bed, seemingly unable to leave the comfort of the tangled sheets and blankets.
It was a long time before we slept. Jake took me again, slowly, our initial appetites sated, but a deep lingering hunger was still there. It seemed we couldn’t get enough of each other, and we spent most of the night locked in some kind of embrace. We eventually fell asleep in an exhausted tangle of arms and legs.
My alarm went off much too soon. I couldn’t afford to miss any more work and this was Jake’s first day back in the office. We took a brief but highly sensual shower together, got dressed and parted ways on the street.
“I’ll call you later.” Jake kissed me hard, leaving me at my car, sprinting off down the street to his, parked at the curb. I saw him pull a parking ticket from under the wiper and stuff it in his pocket. Lucky he didn’t get towed.
I was in a foggy state of sleep deprivation and general confusion at work. I stumbled through several client meetings, managed not to upset my boss too badly and finally collapsed in my office chair after lunch. I was just attempting to sort through my email, listening to voice mails. There was one from Jake which made me blush, asking me for a session on Saturday. I was just picking up the phone to call him when it rang. I pulled my hand back, startled.
“Hello, beautiful girl. How are you today? I’ve missed you.” Chase.
“I’m fine. Busy. It’s been a hectic day. You know, Monday and all.”
Chase laughed softly. I could imagine what it sounded like, when I had my head on his chest, the way it rumbled beneath my ear. “Abby, you do realize today is Tuesday. You must really be having a bad day if it’s a Monday all over again.”
I cringed, shaking my head. “My brain is all scattered today. Yes, it’s Tuesday. I know that.” Stop talking, Abby, just stop now.
“I’d like to see you again this weekend. Come up on Friday, stay until Sunday. That old tom cat you’ve got can do without you for the whole weekend, can’t he?”
I had the fleeting thought that he was talking about Jake, but realized he actually meant my cat. But I also remembered Jake wanted a session on Saturday. Oh, crap.