Let's Stay Together (22 page)

“I doubt it will be silent for long,” Patrick said. “I know I won’t be silent. Let me know when you’re ready.”

She grabbed his hand and forced it between her legs. “Feel me.”

She’s already wet.
“You’re very wet.”

“And getting wetter,” she whispered. “I’m ready when you are.”

Patrick looked down at his penis. “I’m ready.”

“Don’t be afraid to let go,” Lauren said. “I won’t break.”

He parted her legs and raised them to his shoulders, kissing her calves and squeezing her feet. She reached down and guided him inside her, and while she squeezed her breasts and panted, Patrick began a slow grind.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” Lauren said. “I want to know how it feels for you.”

“It feels . . . like silk,” Patrick said. “Wet silk. It’s like there’s a hand inside you pulling me deeper.”

She smiled. “I haven’t done Kegel exercises all these years for nothing. What else do you feel?”

“I feel your thighs against my hips,” Patrick whispered.

“You got a nice rhythm going, man,” Lauren whispered.

“I want you to come again,” Patrick said. “What can I do?”

Lauren’s left hand shot from her breast to her clitoris. “You just keep doing that, I’ll do this, and I’ll be coming in no time.”

“What are
you
feeling?” Patrick asked. He kissed the bottoms of her feet.

“I feel something huge pushing me through this bed,” Lauren said. “I feel your lips on my feet, and trust me, that is
so
erotic. I feel your hands on my legs, and my nipples are trying to touch the ceiling, and . . . oh,
damn!
”

As Lauren began bucking, she grabbed Patrick’s ass and pulled him completely into her. In moments, Patrick came so hard he banged the back of Lauren’s head into the headboard.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” Patrick cried. He slid her back to him.

“It’s okay,” Lauren said. “I was seeing stars when I came, and now I’m really seeing stars. I think I see the entire universe. There’s the Milky Way, and, oh, is that a comet?”

“Are you okay?”

Lauren nodded. “Oh yes.” She wiped beads of sweat from her chest and his. “I have never felt better.”

45

T
hat’s what I’m talking about!
Lauren thought.

That’s
the way a man is supposed to make love to his woman. If he had put me through the wall, I wouldn’t have felt a thing! I would have smiled at our neighbors and shouted, “Patrick, don’t you
dare
stop!”

She watched as Patrick backed out of her.
He comes, and he’s still hard for me.
“You’re still hard.”

Patrick nodded. “I know.”

“Is that normal?”

“I don’t know,” Patrick said.

“You don’t know?”

Patrick shrugged. “You’re only my second lover, Lauren. This has never happened to me before.”

Only his second. Wow.
“Well, I have an idea about what we can do with that thing,” Lauren said. “I have many, many years of pent-up sexual frustration.”

“Me, too.”

“If you don’t mind, Patrick, I’d like to go a little buck wild right now,” Lauren said. “I don’t want you to treat me like a fragile lady. I want you to . . .” She smiled. “I want you to give me all you’ve got.”

“Are you sure?”

From the size and girth of that thing, no.
“I’m sure. And if we break anything, I’ll pay for it.” She swiveled off the bed and stood. “I want you in every way possible in every place possible in this hotel room.”

Patrick spun her around. “Please put your hands on the bed.”

Lauren nearly fell to the bed, bracing herself with her hands. “You don’t have to say please.”

“I am a gentleman,” Patrick said.

“I don’t want you to be a gentleman now,” Lauren said. She felt Patrick’s hands roughly widening her stance, and in a moment, he was deep inside her.

Lauren began to pant. “Hit it
hard.
...
”

After pounding into her on the bed, he turned her over and lifted her into the air. “This gentleman wants to see you hit the ceiling.” His feet left the floor as he jumped into her.

They then fell into a swivel chair, and while Lauren rode him and held on to a desk for dear life, the table lamp clattered to the floor.

He turned her around and slid off the chair, grinding her into the carpet in front of the bed.

“Harder!” she cried.

He stood her up and pinned her to the wall beside the bed, her elbows making the pictures and light fixtures dance.

I have never felt such reckless abandon! I am losing myself in him. I’m not sure where he begins or I end. We are one person, one flesh, one mass of sweat and skin and sighs
. This
is the way a man is supposed to satisfy a woman!

46

A
fter they came together, Patrick carried her to the bed, nestled her head among the pillows, and picked up the sheet and bedspread, settling them over her. He slid in beside her and hugged her from behind.

“Hi,” he whispered.

“Hi.”

“Are you warm enough?” he asked.

“Yes,” Lauren said. “Are you?”

“I am now,” Patrick said. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, very,” Lauren said. “Wow. It’s still snowing.”

“Yeah.” Patrick sucked on an earlobe. “I like your ears.”

“They like you,” Lauren said. “You like my booty, too, don’t you?”

“Very much,” Patrick said. “I’m thinking about it right now. And wondering.”

Lauren turned to face him. “What are you wondering about?”

“Didn’t you say that you were shy about sex?” Patrick asked.

“I am,” Lauren said.

“After what just happened,” Patrick said, “that can’t be true.”

“Well, tonight I wasn’t shy,” Lauren said. “I don’t think I could ever be shy around you because you’re so open. I can say what I want to say to you. I can do what I want to do with you. You’ll tell me anything I want to know. When I asked you what you were feeling while you were inside me, you told me.”

“I am an open book,” Patrick said. “You can ask me anything.”

“Was that the best sex you ever had?” Lauren asked.

“Yes,” Patrick said.

“Do you want to have some more?” Lauren asked.

“Yes.”

Lauren sighed. “Don’t you ever get tired?”

“I have too much of you running through my veins to sleep now,” Patrick said.

“We could talk a little first,” Lauren said.

“We can do that,” Patrick said. “I may kiss you while we talk.”

“I may kiss you back,” Lauren said. “It’s so strange talking to you without typing.”

“I may type on your body,” Patrick said, kissing her neck.

Lauren smiled. “I have a whole bunch of exclamation marks on my body right now. You hit my booty hard.”

“I wasn’t moving, I swear,” Patrick said. “You were doing most of the work.”

“I was, wasn’t I?” Lauren said. “I can give as good as I take, huh?”

“Yes,” Patrick said. “Did you get enough?”

“Oh yes,” Lauren said.

“Are you content?” Patrick asked.

“With what just happened? Oh yes.”

“I meant, are you content with me?” Patrick whispered.

“Of course.” She buried her nose in his chest. “I’ve been worrying whether you’d be content with me.”

Patrick stared into her eyes. “I’m not content, Lauren. I’m amazed. I am astonished. All this is still a dream for me.”

Lauren pinched his arm. “It’s not a dream.”

“And that’s what still amazes me. You’re here. With me.”

“Get used to it,” Lauren said, kissing his chest.

“I don’t know if I want to get used to it,” Patrick said.

Lauren pushed him over and straddled him. “What?”

Patrick rubbed her back. “If you amaze me every time we’re together, I will never get tired of you.”

“You think you can get tired of me?” Lauren asked. “I wouldn’t let that happen.”

He stroked her hair. “I know you wouldn’t, and I know I will never get tired of looking into your eyes. Your eyes drew me to you from the second I saw
Feel the Love.
When I saw your eyes and the rest of you, I said to myself, ‘She’s perfect.’ ”

“I’m not, you know,” Lauren said.

“You’re perfect to me,” Patrick said. “I even thought about writing to you after I saw that movie, but I didn’t.”

“Why didn’t you?” Lauren asked.

“You were a star,” Patrick said. “Boys from the Gowanus Houses don’t write to stars. They only dream about them.” He pulled the bedspread over her back and pulled her close. “But now that the dream is real, I’m kind of sad.”

Lauren rested her head on his shoulder. “Why?”

“If this dream is real, what will my nightly dreams be like from now on?” Patrick asked. “What will I dream about when my dream is lying beside me?”

Lauren kissed his cheek. “You’re going to make me cry.”

“I never want to make you cry,” Patrick said. “And I’m surprised neither of us passed out. Do you want to get some room service now?”

“Not yet,” Lauren whispered. “I want you deep inside me again.”

“I like being deep inside you,” Patrick whispered.

“I’m glad you do,” Lauren said. A few tears fell. “Sorry, but I’m living a dream, too, Patrick.”

“I don’t believe that,” Patrick said.

“Really. I feel like a woman again. You have no idea how long I’ve waited to feel so alive.”

“I’m not exactly dream material,” Patrick said.

“Yes, you are,” Lauren said. “Everything about you is a dream. I lived in a mansion, drove an expensive car, had fame, glory, awards—but I have never had love before. I wish you had written to me back then so I would have had love like this for the past fifteen years. We could have had ten children by now.”

“That’s a lot of mouths to feed,” Patrick said. “Would tonight have happened if I had written to you back then? And be honest.”

Lauren sighed. “I might have written back to you, but I probably wouldn’t have. I got a lot of mail back then, and I couldn’t keep up with it.”

Patrick smiled. “So this is perfect timing for a perfect lady.”

“I’m not so perfect,” Lauren said. “I’m still too impatient, right?”

“That’s why I proposed to you on the first date,” Patrick said. “And you don’t seem impatient now. You seem calm, hot, and collected.”

“Because you wore me out,” Lauren said. “I have never been so thoroughly, and expertly, I might add, made love to in my life. I cannot let you ever leave my side. Ever.”

“But how will we live?”

Lauren sat up. “In bliss.” She threw off the bedspread, crawled off the bed, and stood, holding out her hand. “I want you to make love to me again.”

Patrick laughed. “But there’s nothing left to break.”

“We didn’t break anything,” Lauren said. She frowned at a crooked picture. “We
almost
cracked that frame.”

“The lamp,” Patrick said.

“Okay, we broke the lamp.”

Patrick took her hand and stood. “But there’s nowhere new to do it.”

Lauren looked at the door. “The hallway or the elevator ?” She shook her head. “They have cameras in hallways and elevators.” She turned toward the window. “Against the window.” She led him to the window and fully opened the drapes. “I’ve never made love in the snow.” She looked down at Patrick’s penis. “I’m going to start calling that thing Old Faithful.” She stroked it gently.

“The idea of making love to you in front of the world is very exciting,” Patrick said. “But I don’t want the world to see your booty.”

“I do,” Lauren said. She put her hands around his neck.

“Pick me up.”

He grabbed her under her thighs and lifted her. “The glass will be cold.”

She positioned his penis against her clitoris. “You’ll have to put it in. I’ve got to hold on tight to you, right?”

“Right,” Patrick said. He moved his penis up and down against her clitoris until Lauren arched her back against the window. “You seem to like me doing that.”

“Yes,” Lauren whispered.

“What does it feel like?” Patrick asked.

“Like a heavy, hard, hot tongue licking me,” Lauren said. “Like someone else is licking me while I’m with you.”

“Someone else?” Patrick whispered, moving his penis more rapidly.

“Yes,” Lauren said. “Like someone else is with us and warming me up.”

“Your turn to narrate,” Patrick whispered.

“I don’t know if I can,” Lauren wheezed. “But I’ll try. Okay, um, while Patrick held her against the window, Terry licked Lauren’s clitoris until Lauren could take no more.”

“Terry?” Patrick said. “Who’s Terry?”

“My roommate during freshman year at Howard,” Lauren said. “She was gorgeous.”

“Did you ever . . .”

Lauren smiled. “No.”

“Describe her to me,” Patrick said.

“Oh, man,” Lauren said. “I’m close.”

“Tell me about Terry,” Patrick whispered. “What was gorgeous about her?” He entered Lauren but didn’t thrust.

“I was so jealous of her,” Lauren said. “She had perfect breasts.”

“Describe them,” Patrick said.

“They were C cups, perfectly round, with nipples that kind of pointed up,” Lauren said. “Please go deeper.”

Patrick thrust a little deeper. “What else about Terry was gorgeous?”

“Her booty,” Lauren said, thrusting her hips against him.

“She had a perfectly round booty, too. Apple Bottoms jeans were made just for her.”

Patrick pulled out and rubbed his penis against her clitoris. “What’s Terry doing now?”

“She’s licking my clitoris,” she panted.

“What are you doing to her?” Patrick asked.

“I’m gripping her head,” Lauren said. “I want her to stop.”

Patrick dipped his penis inside her then tapped it gently against her clitoris. “Why?”

“Because it’s your turn,” Lauren said.

“What will Terry do while we get busy?” Patrick whispered.

Lauren scratched at his neck. “Terry has left the room. It’s only you and me now.”

Patrick entered Lauren deeply and thrust her into the window.

“Patrick,” Lauren whispered. “I’m going to come so hard.”

“So am I,” Patrick said.

Patrick and Lauren nearly broke the window in room 2507 of the Millennium Hotel in downtown St. Louis, Missouri, while a blizzard raged outside.

And although Lauren went to bed with a seriously cold and sore booty, she buried her head in Patrick’s chest, smiling into the darkness.