Lulu's Loves (9 page)

Later, as I got ready, I looked at my bed and felt lonely. We’d only shared a bed one night, but I couldn’t wait for the next one. Thoughts of another weekend with Thom filled my mind until I fell asleep.

My clock went off at six. I had ten days to get everything ready for my new position at the college and to be ready for a weekend in Savannah with Thom. Setting my clock while I still wasn’t working was a way to get my routine together. I showered and dressed for the day.

Running by the college, I grabbed a cup of coffee with Professor Duncan and discussed the expectations of the first week. I was ready; I just wanted to be sure I was ready. I went to the English library and researched a few things that I wanted to have prepared and sat at the big table with my laptop taking notes.

“You know you have access to a research assistant.” I looked up and Professor Wynn was watching me. He was one of the younger professors at the university.

“I know!” I smiled. “But I know how and where to find what I was looking for.”

“You’ll get over that,” he laughed. “Are you ready?”

“As ready as one can be for their first week of teaching. I’m kind of obsessive when it comes to things like this.” I turned the computer so he could see the schedule I was working on.

“Impressive. But are you ready for the students?” he asked in a cocky way.

“Professor Wynn, I’ve been a student for the last seventeen years. I’ve experienced jerks, introverts, extroverts, know-it-alls and those who actually do know it all but choose to remain silent. I’ve been corrected, talked over, ignored and talked down to. I think I know what I’m in for.”

“You’ll do great. I have no doubt, Ms. Welk,” he said and walked away.

AM I READY?
I sounded convincing.

Thom and I talked every night. He wanted to know about my life as much as I wanted to know what was going on in his.

He takes an interest in me, so different than what I experienced with Jason.

The closer it got, the more the trip to Savannah filled my thoughts. It was all I could concentrate on. I shopped, packed my bag, and when Friday came, I was anxious. I made the two-hour drive north straight from work. He’d told me to meet him at the visitor’s center. The red Shelby was waiting when I pulled in. What I experienced next was like watching a scene from a movie unfold.

Thom was leaning on the car, his legs crossed, his arms folded over his chest. I swear I’d never seen a more beautiful man. He wore sunglasses, faded jeans, and a white button down shirt. His hair curled at his collar and his smile widened as I got closer. It made me happy. I parked and before I had the ignition turned off, he was tugging at the door handle to open it.

“Get out of this car–now!” he laughed. He had me in his arms before I was completely standing. “I couldn’t wait for you to get here, Lulu.”

He devoured my mouth with passionate kisses, lightly biting my bottom lip, slipping his tongue in my mouth to explore, pulling my body so close that I could feel his arousal.

“Stop. I. Can’t. Breathe,” I panted. I closed my eyes thinking that I’d just experienced exactly what he told me I would when I arrived. Now I wondered if every experience he’d taunted me with over the phone would be as vivid as this one.

“Because I left you breathless?” he chuckled.

“Where are we going?” He looked at me. “We need to go there-now.”

“Follow me.” His grin was teasing.

We jumped back in our cars, and I followed him to the Marriott at the east end of town. He parked and got out. Talking to the valet, he motioned for me to join him. He grabbed my hand and led me to the bar.

“The room will be ready in half an hour. They’ll deliver our things.” It was just after three when we sat down.

“A sissy white wine, and a bourbon, neat.” The bartender laughed and produced three bottles of white wine for me to choose from.

Thom leaned close to whisper in my ear. “I thought about a bed and breakfast, but I didn’t know if you howled or screamed during love making.”

“Oh! You surprise me sometimes.” I blushed. “I’ve never had reason to howl or scream.”

“You will.” His grin was sexy and telling. I was in for a big weekend. “I ordered room service already. Lots of food. I expect we’ll be hungry. Do you need a bite of something now? Did you eat lunch? I’ll order an appetizer.”

I laughed at the rapid-fire conversation. “An appetizer would be nice.”

Finally, they came to let us know our room was ready. Butterflies overcame me; my insides were flip-flopping, and I thought I’d be sick.

Thom noticed. “Everything all right?” he asked.

“I’m a little nervous.”

“Don’t be. You choose the pace. I’m not going to rush or push you. We can go as fast or as slow as you want.”

“That’s what I’m nervous about,” I tried to joke.

“Don’t be nervous, Lulu,” he said, and snuck a kiss behind my ear.

The room had a king-sized bed. I wandered to the window and peeked out. The Savannah River hosted a tanker ship of some kind that moved at a snail’s pace past the hotel. I saw a bathroom with a Jacuzzi tub, and a kitchenette with several bottles of wine and liquor waiting. I turned to find Thom watching me.

“Nice,” I said.

He noticed my nervousness. “We’ve already been naked, Lulu.” His grin was teasing.

I walked to where he stood. He held his arms open and I stepped into his embrace. I ran my hands up his chest and started unbuttoning his shirt. He reached for me.

“Wait.” He did and I finished with the buttons. I tugged the tail of the shirt out of his jeans and threw it back off his shoulders. I kissed his chest and he pulled me closer. While we shared passionate kisses, I worked on his belt and the opening of his jeans. Pushing them down his hips, I let my hand slip inside. I heard him draw in a breath.

“Lulu, stop.”

“You better have a really good reason to say that.” I had him in my hand and allowed my fingers to lightly touch him. I felt a shiver run up his back. He didn’t really want me to stop.

He kicked his shoes away and pushed the jeans down to step out of them. I never took my hand away. Finally, he wrapped his hand around mine. I felt him guide my hand to pleasure him. He was showing me how he wanted me to touch him. Suddenly, I felt a desire I’d never experienced. I dropped to my knees in front of him.

“Lulu, stop. You don’t have to do this.”

“I’ve never done it before because I wanted to.” I looked up at him. “I want to.”

The look on his face told me he understood what I meant. I took him in my mouth and ran my tongue up and back and then around. I heard him moan and tightened my lips around him. I took him as far as I could, and he pushed me back so I wouldn’t try to go further. I moved forward again, and felt his hands grab my shoulders as he tried to stop me.

“Jesus, Lulu.” His voice seemed to tremble. “Stop.”

He raised me from my knees and kissed me. I could taste him in the kiss.

“Jesus,” he said, again.

“I didn’t want to stop. I want to please you.”

“Don’t you think that just the idea that you wanted to would please me?” I wore a short sundress and he lifted the hem and pulled it over my head.

I was wearing lacy underwear and a matching bra. He took one of my breasts in his hand. As he moved his mouth close, I felt his breath through the lace. I tried not to, but I felt my body arch toward him. His hands went to my back and he unhooked the bra. He slipped it away and kissed my bare breasts.

“Come with me.” He took my hand and led the way.

He was naked, and all that remained were my panties. We went to the bed and he hooked a finger through the waist and hip, sliding them away. His hands on my skin were appreciating my body wherever they touched. None of it was hurried; it was slow, euphoric torture. He kissed places that I never dreamed could bring me so close to the edge, and then he’d move to another place on my body. I squirmed and I begged.

I cried out, softly. “Please, Thom, now…” I was panting as though I’d run a marathon.

He stopped. Looking up at me, his eyes were wide and taunting. “I’m not done making you want me, Lulu.” The sound of his voice lodged a lump in my throat. My eyes filled.

Suddenly, he looked alarmed. “What is it, Lulu?”

“I’m not sure I ever knew what ‘want’ was before. I want you.”

He moved so that he was lying beside me. “Is it desire? Or is it that I’ve driven you mad?” he asked teasingly. He brushed my hair away from my face and kissed me.

“All of that.” I brought him back to me for another kiss. I felt a happy calm come over me. We lay there for a few minutes, just holding each other.

Finally, he released me from his embrace. He moved a finger back and forth across my belly; his hand moved lower. “I’m not done.”

I braced myself for whatever was about to happen.

“Relax, Lulu.”

He kissed his way down my body continuing the exploration. He moved lower and looked up at me, as though he wanted my approval.

I slid up the pillows a bit to brace myself,  so I could see him.

“Thom?” He looked up and smiled.

“Don’t be nervous, Lulu. I think this will please you. That’s my wish–to please you.”

“I’m not nervous. Would it make you uncomfortable if I watched?”

“Jesus, Lulu. I can’t imagine anything sexier than a woman wanting to watch her lover devour her body.”

“Devour?” I shivered as I said the word.

“I told you I was going to eat you alive.” The grin was devilish. He looked away.

He was busy pleasuring me, and it made me anxious because I wanted him. I moved with him. It pleased him and finally, I yelled out his name.

“Thom! I want you inside me, now!” I yelled out.

He didn’t acknowledge me. He just kept on. I felt a tremor, followed by what felt like a convulsion rip through my body.

“Ooooh… Oh my God! Oh my God!” I yelled his name again. “Thom!” Then, I fell weak into the pillows.

He slid his body up mine. Kissing me, I felt him hard as he lay on top of me. We stayed that way, quietly for a few minutes, as I caught my breath.

“Ready for more?” he asked, finally. “Or do you need another minute?”

He moved and I felt him ready. It seemed to me that his erection was throbbing, or maybe that was my body. He was laying so that he was at the exact right spot. I knew with a glance, he’d be inside me. I didn’t answer with words. I moved, arching my hips to let him know I was ready. At first, he slid in slowly, still lying atop my body. I looked in his eyes. Bracing myself, I grabbed his shoulders, and it began.

“Oh. My. God,” I cried out the words with each thrust. It became a frantic pace, both of us moaning and panting, and once more he brought me to an orgasm.

A few seconds later, Thom yelled out. “Jesus, Lulu!” His body fell on mine. Trying to catch his breath, he raised to look down at me. Finally, he kissed me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him so he’d stay inside me.

“Don’t move,” I whispered in his ear as I kissed his neck.

“If I don’t, I’ll be hard again in thirty seconds,” he smiled.