Rebound (10 page)

As we continued kissing, I took my
hands to his waist band. From his lower back, I put my fingers
inside his pants and rubbed his soft buttocks, pulling the
waistband down. He lifted up his lower body, allowing me to pull
his pants down as he kissed and nibbled my neck. I reached one hand
in front, pulling it away from his pelvis, and I grasped inside to
free his cock. It pulsated at my touch and he moaned at its
retrieval from the confining fabric, keeping him in my hands and
gently stroking his long, thick shaft. He returned to kissing me as
I slowly handled him. I couldn’t wait anymore.

I pulled out my right leg from the
trappings of the shorts and from the weight of his muscular legs. I
held his back in my left hand and proceeded to push him over with
my right hand. Breaking the kiss, he looked up at me with an
inquiring look at my interruption of the rubbing that brought so
many wonderful sensations to both of us.

“
Lay on your back.” I
prompted. He did as instructed. I kicked off the shorts that
remained on my leg. As he lay on his back, I pulled his pants and
boxers down his muscular thighs. When he attempted to reach down to
help with the removal, I gently pushed his arms out of the way.
After successfully removed his clothing, I threw them at the corner
of the room. I massaged his cock keeping it hard. I touched his
sack and gave a gentle squeeze. I returned to his shaft and pumped
my hand up and down slowly so that I could be in total control, not
allowing him the option to take me first.

I reached over to the drawer, opened
it, and pulled out a condom foil and ripped it open. I held his
cock and slid on the condom. Once it was on, I took a deep breath
and summoned the courage to get on top to ride him. I needed to get
my pleasure before he did. I’d gone without a male induced orgasm
for most of my sexually active life, and I wasn’t about to be
eluded from experiencing one with the finest man whose ever wanted
me.

I lifted my leg over his body and
straddled him, writhing on his cock before I gripped his penis,
angling his cock to my opening. I rubbed the tip around my folds
and inserted it with my index and middle finger. I slid down
slowly, allowing for my body to accommodate to his size. We gasped
in unison. He arched up as he held onto my hips. A current of
electricity coursed through my groin and shot to my heart. I rose
up and down on him as he held onto my hips to control my movements.
I wriggled and absorbed the pleasure his body offered while I
touched and gripped his muscular upper body.

The pressure built in my core as he
bucked up and gnashed my clit onto his pelvis. I felt the tiny
waves of a building orgasm. I didn’t want to come so soon. I wanted
to feel this sensation forever. I laid my torso on his, seeking his
mouth and tongue, and pumped my bottom up and down his shaft. He
had one hand in my hair and the other going to my favorite spot,
reaching at the crevice of my ass and inserting his long fingers by
my anus. I moaned, and he applied more pressure, moving his other
hand to my other ass cheek. He held me down while he pumped his
pelvis into my sex, sending me over the brink. I screamed as I came
harder than I’d ever have in my life. He didn’t let up the
thrusting, ensuring that I get my fill of pleasure.

“
Stop, you’re killing me.”
I mumbled into his neck, and he chuckled. I felt flushed. My body
overheated by our connected bodies. I kissed his chin.

He pushed my left leg down by his side
from its bent position, held me by the small of my back and flipped
me onto my back without withdrawing from me. He lifted my legs and
held them in the crook of his elbows, rising onto his knees and
pulled my buttocks onto his thighs. He held me in place by the
waist and pumped slowly, deeply. He pulled out to the tip and
entered again, performing this delicious act repeatedly. I felt the
little ripples of pleasure stirring into larger currents of orgasm
seeking a release.

“
Oh shit, I’m going to
come again.” I yelled out, bracing myself by holding his
thighs.

“
Wait, babe. Just a bit
more. I’m almost there” He responded through gritted teeth as he
continued pounding into me with increased pace. I felt him
quickening his thrusts. He let go of my legs and lowered his torso
over mine.

“
Are you ready to come
with me?” He asked. I moaned affirmatively, grabbed his waist and
arched my back. He arched back and thrust hard and deep into me one
last time. I felt the pulsing of his dick inside of me. My folds
quivered in response.

He crumbled on top of me. I savored
the weight of his gorgeous body. Our sweat and scent mixed
together, making me more emotional than I wanted, and I couldn’t
help but caress his skin. I wanted him to lay on me forever. I
didn’t move a muscle for fear of him exiting me and moving off of
my body. I could feel his penis go flaccid inside of me. The condom
slipping from within.

I heard the light breathing that I
remembered when I discovered him asleep next to me this morning. He
was asleep. I didn’t take offense. I was actually proud that I’d
cooked him a great meal and gave him the pleasure that made him
fall asleep. I gave him a pass this time. I knew he was tired. I
couldn’t expect twelve rounds of this. It took everything I had to
give and take my pleasure.

Within a few minutes, I gently pushed
him off of my body. I removed the condom and tied a knot in it,
discarding it in the bathroom. I washed my hands and wiped away the
traces of my pleasure. I re-entered the bedroom and saw the time on
the clock. I wondered how long I should let him sleep before I
needed to leave.

He looked so peaceful laying naked in
his king sized bed. I took a large throw blanket that was draped on
an arm chair in the corner of his room and covered him with it. I
would’ve liked to have stayed and slept in his arms, at the very
least lay beside him in his warm bed. I have a long day tomorrow. I
have both jobs to check into, starting with opening up the gym at
six in the morning. The distance from my home to work would require
me to awaken at 4:30 a.m., leave by 5:00 a.m. and commute into the
city. I’ll let him sleep until 5:00 p.m., and then I must awaken
him and tell him that I’ve got to go.

I put on my bra and slipped on my
dress, and discovered a few droplets of blood on the edge of my
favorite dress. I touched the gauze on my shin and the tape was
intact, making a mental note to ask him how to care for it. I
settled into my little spot on the couch and watched TV until I
needed to awaken him.

About an hour later, Dashing darted out of his bedroom,
looked around, and spotted me on the couch.

“
Is everything okay?” I
asked, rising from my comfy corner.

“
Yeah. I thought you’d
left. I was concerned.” He paused as he looked at me. He was
completely nude, and didn’t even take the throw to cover up. He
looked so sexy with his disheveled hair and beard. “Umm, I couldn’t
find the condom.” He said sheepishly.

“
Oh, I took it off of you
when you fell asleep. I put it in the bathroom wastebasket. I
assure you, I’m not going to be turkey basting it to trap you. I’ve
got enough problems, and adding a baby, even one with an orthopedic
surgeon is not in my plans.” My declaration seemed to sting
him.

“
I didn’t mean to imply
that you’d do that.” He stammered.

Saving him from having to formulate
another response, I replied, “I know.” I stood up and tugged my
dress down. “I was going to wake you up at 5:00, but you’re awake
now. I do have to go home. I’ve been here all day. And I’ve got so
much to do at my place. I have two shifts of work tomorrow.” I said
getting up and slipping my heels on.

“
On a Sunday?” He walked
toward me, naked and beautiful. I nodded affirmatively. “Do you
really have to go? I can drive you to work in the morning.” He
sounded forlorn.

I smiled and reached out for his face,
“I have no clothes here. I don’t have my charger for my cell, none
of my toiletries or medications. I haven’t even washed my clothes.
Saturday is my one day off and I didn’t get to do my normal routine
today.”

“
I’m sorry. I wish I
hadn’t had to go earlier. I feel like I wasted your
time.”

I took his chin in my hand and
admonished him, “You didn’t waste my time. I can’t think of a
better way to spend my Saturday. This was an unexpected and
welcomed encounter.” I kissed his mouth, finding his tongue and
showing him the passion he stimulates in me.

I pulled away when I felt him tugging
my body to his pelvis. We both sighed, his breath on my face, and
the heat from his body caused my heart to palpitate faster. “Let me
get dressed and I’ll drive you. We can grab dinner.”

“
I can get a cab. I have
food at home. I just don’t have the time for eating
out.”

“
Not looking like that you
won’t.”

“
Like what?”

“
You have a soiled dress.
You have a bandage on your shin. You look like you’ve completed a
marathon of shame.” I looked myself up and down and we laughed.
He’s right. Besides, I really wanted to be awake while I rode in
his Range Rover.

“
I’ll wait till you
dress.” He went back to his room to get ready.

***

I walked to the elevator and pressed
the down button while he locked the front door of his apartment.
The hallway was just as luxurious as his apartment. There was a
large beveled mirror above a long foyer table. The table was
adorned with a few decorative pieces. I looked at myself in the
mirror. I looked horrid. I needed makeup to be with this God of a
man. My hair was all over the place. I couldn’t contain these curls
without washing and conditioning, and then putting a week’s worth
of products to tame the frizz. I hadn’t had a haircut in a year.
Chelz offered to pay for a spa day before her wedding, but I didn’t
want to impose on her. She has a very pricey wedding to pay for.
I’ve been saving for a decent haircut to be presentable as maid of
honor in her wedding party.

I ran my fingers through my hair
hoping to subdue the volume when he walked up behind me and put his
hand on my hip, and pushed his pelvis against my buttocks. With the
heels, I was perfectly positioned at his crotch. He rubbed himself
on me, pulling me into him with both hands. From my hips, his hands
gripped at the fabric of my trench and dress and inched it up with
his fingers. He burrowed his mouth at my neck and gave me small
bites up to my ear.

“
What if the elevator
comes? People will see my marathon of shame.” I said. He laughed.
His breath on my ear arousing me further, and I laid my head back
on his chest, watched him grind into me, kissing and biting on my
neck and ears. I needed this not to end.

“
These elevators are
notoriously slow. We’re on the 30
^th
floor, so we could do all
sorts of things until it arrives.” He banged me into the table
under the mirror. The vase of flowers, books and clock clanged as
he pumped and rubbed me into the table. I didn’t want him to stop.
I wanted to raise my coverings further and have him enter me from
behind.

The elevator dinged to signal its
arrival. He growled at the interruption, smoothing my dress down
and kissing me sweetly on the back of my ear. He took my hand,
turned me toward the opening doors. There was a family of three
inside with a beautiful little girl whom the father carried in his
arms. She must have been no more than two-years-old. For a moment,
I wanted to be that family. I suppressed the notion that me and
Dashing would create something more than one lustful
afternoon.

We nodded and he extended an,
‘evening’ to the family. I smiled at the little girl and she gave
me the most precious little giggle and smile, extending her hand to
me. My heart melted. I felt him grip my hand tighter. I looked up
at him and his eyes went from the little girl to me. He smiled down
at me and interlocked our fingers. I leaned into him a bit more
feeling his warm, strong body. The act was so much more intimate
than a one-night-stand. I felt like it was a long lasting romantic
relationship, but I immediately realized how ridiculous I was
being.

When we reached the ground floor, he
held my hand as we walked through the spectacular lobby. The foyer
looked like a five star hotel entry with lots of expensive marbled
tiling and modern furnishings. I didn’t even want to think of how
much it cost to live here. My tiny studio wouldn’t come close. I
wouldn’t dare let him in to see how simply I lived.

Trapped in my thoughts, he pulled me
out of my reverie when he opened the passenger side door of his
black Range Rover. He gave the valet some money and walked around
to the driver’s side. The interior still smelled new. The black
leather was soft and cool. I wondered if this was a recent
purchase.

“
Nice vehicle.” I said,
hoping it would elicit more information.

“
Thanks. I’ve had it a few
months. Drives great, but I love my Mercedes Z4 more. My father
told me it made me look like a pretentious prick. My mother said I
should buy a family vehicle. I compromised and got this. I left the
Mercedes at my house up North, so I couldn’t drive you in it
tonight.” The two words that I grabbed and held onto were “family
vehicle” and “house”.