My shuddered breaths give away the need and desire electrifying my body. When he climbs on top of me again and puts the tip of his cock at my juicy opening, I lift my torso so it can slide in a little.
He smirks and pushes himself deep inside me, and we both moan and groan in ecstasy. After he rotates his pelvis a couple of times, I’m so close to coming already. I can’t believe he fits, and that my body accepts him so easily.
“More, God, more. Please…harder…deeper… Ahh…” my strangled cries trail off.
Jamison continues to thrust but at a leisurely pace, and it’s driving me mad. Not being able to help myself, I keep angling my lower half up to meet his jabs, and my goal is to increase the pace.
He flips us over so I’m on top, and he’s buried deep in my pussy. I ride him long and hard. I toss my hair from side to side. It’s so intense, and I want to fly out of my body until I leave the earth. The feelings swirling inside me are powerful, I’m about to combust.
“I’m going to come!”
“Yeah, baby. Come for me,” he cajoles.
So I do.
Jamison
It’s not the sex. I’ve fallen for this woman. I’ve fallen deep. I’ve fallen hard.
While she continues to undulate on top of me, and her body convulses from her orgasm, I’m doing everything I can not to blow my load this soon. The need for this to last longer is testing my patience unlike it’s ever been tested.
Being able to look into her eyes when I come is mandatory. Seeing her facial expressions, hearing her sounds, and staring into her stunning baby-blues will send me over the edge. Her focus and attention will be on feeling and not thinking—just like she requested.
I maneuver us once more so I’m standing at the edge of the bed, and she’s on her back. After pulling her toward me by using her legs, I have her spread-eagle, and her pussy is the prettiest sight.
“Mmm, fuck, El! Your cunt is perfection. It was made for my cock, baby.”
Without another second to spare because of my hastiness, I ram my dick to the hilt in her tight passage, and her tissues close around me like a fist once more.
“Fuuucckkkk!” I yell.
She moans, and her lashes flutter. I keep plowing. Sex has always been amazing, but this is out of this world. Her body is perfect. She moves in sync with me as if we’re one, and the harder I thrust, the louder she gets as her eyes roll back into her head.
That does it. I lose it and spill my seed into her.
Damnit! No condom, I remind myself; I know better than that. Hopefully she’s on the pill. I’m about to bring up the subject and apologize, but I’m distracted when she sits up to talk to me.
“So that was fun. Umm, I guess I should get going now,” she says almost casually and dismissively.
What the hell?
11
Jamison
My face probably says it all, but I still ask anyway, “What the hell?”
She shimmies out from under me, and I’m too stunned to stop her.
“Look, we had fun,” she says nonchalantly as she starts dressing. “You told me to have fun and relax tonight. I did. Now it’s over.”
As she fastens the last button to her blouse, she moves past me and retrieves her glasses from the nightstand. It reminds me that in the top drawer is where I keep my condoms.
“We didn’t use a condom!” I blurt out.
She spins around and adjusts the glasses on her face so they sit properly. I can tell she’s unnerved about something, but she schools her features so as not to give away anything—too late. Maybe she’s mad at me for being careless and irresponsible?
“I see,” she replies.
That’s it?
“I’m clean, El. It’s been a while since I bedded a woman. I may not know your history, but I trust you.” I rub the back of my head sheepishly when I ask this next delicate question, “Are you on the pill or any form of birth control?”
She audibly breathes in through her nose, seemingly annoyed by my question.
Are we back to this where everything I say or do pisses her off?
“It’s time for me to go. Thanks for dinner. I’ll see you in the office tomorrow,” she says coolly and quickly walks out.
Here I’m left standing, naked as the day I was born, feeling empty and foolish.
I guess we’re back to enemies.
Maybe she should have Deb send me a memo about it, I think sarcastically.
Elodie
This is why I don’t do men. This is why I don’t do relationships. This is why I don’t do feelings and emotions and all that shit.
Work. My focus needs to be on work. I never should’ve gone to his place, especially knowing there was a chance I’d regret it in the morning. Well, it’s the morning, but I’d already regretted it last night.
Reality hit me in the face when he came inside me and it’s like I woke up from a dream. All the euphoria quickly disappeared like someone dumped a bucket of ice water on me—I just had to get the hell out of there last night, fearful I’d have another panic attack. At home I fell apart and cried myself to sleep.
What made matters worse is I feel like a damn idiot because I was so caught up in the moment last night, I didn’t even realize he never put a condom on. This is also why I don’t do men—because I’m so inexperienced. It’s no excuse, though; I’m a grown-ass woman and should still know better because I don’t want a disease.
My brain can’t even process when he asked me about being on the pill. There’s no way I can revisit the past, crack that door open and let him know what happened to me in high school. It’s too painful, and I don’t want to derail my life again.
Work is what brought me back from the brink five years ago, and work is what’ll get me through surviving the dreaded conversation I know is coming with Jamison. He’s not the type of man who will let sleeping dogs lie.
Time to put my game face on. I asked Deb to notify me when James arrives at the office, and she just paged me.
“You may think I’m a rabbit at times, Jamison, but I can outfox you,” I remark to myself.
His footsteps begin to echo down the hall. It’s go time!
Jamison
“Mind telling me what happened last night?” I walk into her office and close the door. She’s not getting away this time.
“You do realize we’re at work, and this is inappropriate,” she bites back.
So that’s how it’s going to be.
“El, it’s not the first time we’ve had personal discussions here, and I’m sure it won’t be the last.”
I need to remember to take a gentler approach. As much as she riles me up and pisses me off, I still know she needs to be handled a certain way because she’s scared and vulnerable. Breaking through to her yesterday and last night was a big step, so I shouldn’t be surprised she reacted the way she did.
Slowly I walk to her desk and sit down across from her. I steeple my fingers together, desperately trying to find the right words.