JOINED (The Joined Series) (15 page)

“Close your eyes. Relax.” I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

The sensations all over
my body
left
me
on edge, as hi
s fingers and tongue worked in
beautiful accomp
animent. “There you go, baby.
”
Passing through my tight rim of muscle, h
e worked my
rectum
until it no longer clamped around his finger. I lifted my hips up to get more access to his touch, unsure of my ability to speak.
H
e brushe
d his finger up and down my ass, and began penetrating me again.
This was the most vulnerable I felt in my entire life.
It felt so forbidden and the pain washed away, the pleasure soared.

Penetrating my
core
and my anus, I
moaned
. I opened my eyes, meeting his relaxed glance. Each
thrust he gave into my openings
left me stretching and tightening on his fingers.
He thrust into me deeper.
When I came, I cried from the aftershocks. The on-going gratification I felt was inexplicable.

Mateja took out a condom from a pocket near the opening
for his crotch
of his boxers
.
Deep inside me in one
plunge
, his heavy
balls
hit the nerves near my
anus
.
H
e kept slamming into me,
pulling
my turgid breast each time with his talented fingers.
M
y body revved up even more.

Hardening even more inside me, Matega
grunted
, a purposeful
look
formed over his face. “Ahhhh.”
As he moved more rapidly
, his sack smacked into me
harder than before
, creating a new rush and needfulness in my anus, one I thought was impossible.

Mateja never looked away, aware exactly of what my body needed, and how
satisfy me
.
My eyes kept opening and closing from my carnal high.
F
ractionally
, his speed slowed
. Just when I thought he was as taxed as I was, he
rubbed my sensitized clit.

“
Now baby.”

I couldn’t hold out any longer.
I thrashed as I climaxed
again
.
Disappointed that I couldn’t hold out a little longer until he did, I covered my face. “
This is not a race
,” Mateja murmured.
And in that precise moment I felt him come inside me.
Tentatively gazing up at him, my post-coital bliss heightened by the heat radiating in his eyes.

“You’re the best aphrodisiac.” Carefully, he easily carried me. My limps felt numb.
He brought me against his wide window, the lights of the city
were bright
and the surrounding building
s
were
beautiful.
The night came to lif
e. A finger brought my head back. “You thought I was going to fuck you here earlier.
Y
ou’re right.” I brought my hands above my head, my breasts lifted higher,
brushing
against his chest.
I watched him as he sheathed himself with another condom.

H
e pumped into me hard, leaving my thighs quaking to not shake. My grip around him tightened. His fingers pressed into my hips. “See. How. We. Fit.” He punc
tuated with each plunge
. My head banged against his thick window.

“God! Your pussy sucks me in like a vacuum.
Always tight and ready.” With
heavy lidded eyes, he m
otioned his head in disbelief.
I felt his forehead pressed down on me. “And to think that anyone with a window is watching us, jacking off, wishing he’s the one to
have you to himself
.”

I gasped at the thought.
My heels flew off the moment
.
His hands moved down my ass, moving me away from the window by a few inches.
H
e flipped me over, removed himself
, and
penetrated
me
to the hilt

“Ohh myy. Oh myyy...God.”

“Oh. Fucking. Yes.
”
We came at the
same time. Still inside me, my vagina jerked around him again and he blew out an audible sigh.

Almost falling to the ground, he carried me again. He sat down and
pulled me
down
to
him. Gently rocking me in his arms, a sense of peace and comfort seemed to wash over him. I
linked
my arms over my swollen and sore chest, fearful that I looked like
a
soiled mutt.

“Stop it.” He
slapped
my hands away from my chest, pried my legs wide open with his knee. “You keep forgetting that this is when you’re
your most beautiful, o
ther than when you come, of course.” Mateja looked at me seriously. I wanted to suck him dry and numb for such a wonderful compliment. And that’s when I knew. My fear grew. I began to feel anxious; in the short time that I
spent with him, my body
was ruined for other men.

He held me in his lap, watching me with a small smile hovering the edges of his lips. Mateja Guvo was the first man that made me thin
k of sex as a shared experience.

“Thank you…for your words and the sex. Around you, I constantly feel grateful.”

“You didn’t ask me.”—
He
ran his sticky fingers through my scalp and I giggled—“In time, you’ll accept compliments more easily. It took me time too…” His voice trailed off.

“Hmm,” I murmured, relaxing as he massage
d my scalp
more tenderly. “Why would you have difficulty accepting compliments?” The idea to me sounded ridiculous.

He ignored my question.
“Upstairs, you’ll find a bathroom to your first right. There’s a phone inside the bathroom should you need to get ahold of me. Dial 3. Connects directly to my cell phone.”

I inclined my head to him. Feeling better and less wobbly, I stood up. He remained seated, slowly peering at my thighs, and up to
my
face.

“Next to the bathroom, there’s a sitting room, where you’ll find a fridge with water and juices, some crackers…and dry fruit.”

“
Okay.
I am going to go for that shower now.”

“Take as long as you’d like. I’ll be taking a bath
too
. I recommend you do the same, soak your muscles a little,” he remarked with
amusement
.

Mateja sped up the long steps and he was gone.

I ran back down to retrieve my purse from the floor and I walked upstairs. I took my phone and responded to a few messages.
R u ok? –Bray-.
In response
, I wrote
:
Safe and Sound. Be home 2nite.
Bray
:

C u then.
I knew Sarah was still busy studying
, probably pulling her hair out, so I’d
text her
later.

Why didn’t he invite me to shower with him? Mateja treated me with kindness and made me feel treasured.
Even if he didn’t think so, h
e was a generous lover,
knew when to be
affectionate and when to be aggressive. Endless women would happily be at his beck and call. But that wasn’t the point.
He chose me for tonight.

Once I opened the bathroom door, I clutched my hands to my chest and processed the light floral scent and mist in the air. The bubble bath was already prepared and a tall wide mirror directly in front of the light blue bathtub had a note attached to it
:
MY REBECCA, SAVORING YOUR BODY AND YOUR PASSION HAS BECOME MY GREATEST JOY.  I THANK YOU. ENJOY YOUR BATH. MATEJA.

As I languidly descended into the heated
claw foot
tub, I held the small note in my hand, reading it more times than I could remember. I didn’t want to let it go because I felt like that would
make it
less real. The texture of the off-white stationary paper was crisp, probably Neenah paper. I placed his note on the slim black stool. After playing with the bubbles and scrubbing myself thoroughly with the dainty washcloth a
nd washing my hair, I almost fel
l asleep. The bathroom was so serene and it seemed so separate from the rest of his apartment. A small mechanism between both turn dials kept the water at a warm temperature, maintaining the romantic look of the mist in the big room.

More a combination of a woman’s dressing room and a bathroom, I sat on the stool, combing through my hair when the loud ringing disrupted my reverie. I applied a light facial crème to my pale looking face, realizing that I forgot to bring the small make-up case that Sarah told me to bring for tonight. Hastening my hair in a coil at the crown of my head, I answered the phone, deciding to detangle my hair later.

“You alright?”

“Yes
,” I replied shyly.

“Good. Do you have everything you need there?”

“Yes
. It’s really… all perfect, just wonderful, Mateja.” My voice vibrated with excitement.

“I am happy to hear that.
You make me happy.
” He fell silent for a moment, yet I could hear his breathing over the phone. He hung up the phone and a knot formed in my throat.

             
             
             
             
             
***

With my robe on, I padded into his living room bare-footed, and headed into the darky decorated kitchen. Steel pots and pans hung on a thin bar at the center of the
island.
Mateja was behind
his island
in casually understated clothing. Clearly moneyed, though. His dark brown hair was combed back, still damp from his shower. Prior to approaching him, his soap and masculine scent dispersed into the air. Over powering his scent though, was the tantalizing aroma of freshly cooked food.

How could h
e look
so sexy in the kitchen?
I never would have pictured him doing anything in the kitchen besides drinking a glass of coffee or liquor. I didn’t even know what his liquor of preference was. Another reminder that there too much I didn’t know about him.

A grin flashed on his face. “I was just checking up on you. Hope you didn’t rush.”

I sat on one of the three wooden stools, not feminine at all like the one in the bathroom. “I didn’t rush. The bath set-u
p. All of it was lovely, Mateja, e
specially the note. You can be quite romantic.”

“
Good. I meant every word
,” he said, taking out three flatware dishes and silverware. His voice softened and his body lost its rigidity. “I
made
a vegetable salad, roasted chicken, and seasoned rice. Chilled wine and other beverages are also available,” he added.

“Thank you. The food sm
ells amazing.” At Mateja inclining
his head at
me in question, I
told him that I wanted a serving of all three.
Serving me hefty portions, he said, “En
joy.” I wrapped the white robe closer to my body
, wondering where my clothes and heels went but I didn’t want him to think that I wanted to leave him. 

“Wine? The hard stuff?”

“Water will do. Thank you.”

Mateja brought me a tall glass of ice-cold water. “You’re very welcome. When you drink alcohol, what do you drink?”