Rebound (15 page)

As he reached to press the button to
his floor, we heard a command, “Hold that elevator!” As soon as I
saw the older couple walking toward the elevator, I instinctively
put out my arm to stop the doors from closing. Matt gave me a stern
look, showing he wasn’t happy about the interlopers. I smiled at
the couple as they entered the lift.

“
Thank you, young lady.
People are so quick to get to their destinations that they never
wait for others. These elevators are so slow I didn’t want us to
miss the next one.” The older gentleman said. “Thirty one, please.”
He directed at Matt. I lowered my head and had a quiet chuckle. I’d
really thwarted Matt’s intention of groping. There was no way he
would be able to touch me without the chatty couple
noticing.

When the doors closed, I took Matt’s
hand in mine threaded my fingers between his. I could feel the
electricity coursing between our bodies. He looked at me with dark
eyes. I gave him a small smile, but resisted the urge to kiss
him.

I felt Matt tug at my hand, bringing
it to his crotch, and squeezing his hand over mine to feel his hard
girth. I tried to contain a gasp, but didn’t succeed as the man
turned and asked if I was alright.

“
Yes, sir. Asthma. So much
rain lately. Makes me wish I lived in Arizona this time of year.” I
smiled.

“
Poor, dear.” His female
partner responded. The floor slowed and the bell dinged sounding
our arrival at Matt’s floor.

“
Excuse us.” Matt stated
as he put his arm out to guide them over to the side.

“
Have a great day.” I
extended to both of them.

“
Take care, dear.” The
woman said.

“
Thank you.” I yelled as
the doors closed. Instantly, he grabbed me and pushed me against
the wall, kissing me deeply, as he pressed his aroused groin into
my stomach. I whimpered with surprise and arousal. His strong hands
glided down my hips to my thighs where he lifted me up. I wrapped
my legs around his waist and pulled him to me, grinding my pelvis
into him. I held him around his neck. I moaned as he matched my
humps and kissed me deeply. I felt the intense longing and wetness
in my vagina.

“
Not here, Matt. Let’s go
inside, please.” I asked looking into his heavy lidded eyes. He
groaned, pressed his forehead to my cheek, and carried me toward
his front door. He pulled his key out and unlocked his door with
one hand, as he held my body with his left arm and his left hand
cupped my bottom. His strength made him even more desirable. Each
time he picked me up, I felt myself falling for him more and
more.

He opened the door and carried me
inside. With his leg, he shut the door, and reached behind him to
turn the lock. He brought his working hand back to hold my bottom.
I smiled at him and gave him a kiss.

“
Put me down.” I said, my
voice husky from lust.

His eyes were questioning, but he did
as I requested. He let me slide down his body. I felt every hard
edge and curve of his body. He pressed me tighter to his groin as
my toes reached the ground. I pulled away from him, pulling my
satchel over my head, and shrugged of my jacket. I placed them on
the table by the front door.

Matt stood still, watching me as I
walked back toward him, his hands at his side. I reached up to his
collar and slid my hands under his jacket, sliding it over his
shoulders, and tugging his jacket over his broad shoulders and down
his muscular arms. The jacket dropped to his feet. I walked around
him, looking at his tall, muscular body standing before
me.

“
Do you know what the
first thing I noticed about you when you walked in to your exam
room?”

“
No. What?” He said
softly, as he turned his head to look down at me.

I glided my hands over his strong back
and came back around to stand in front of him. “Your chest. It was
the first thing I saw when you walked in. You wore a shirt similar
to this, fitting your body perfectly. It’s my third favorite thing
about your body.” I reached up to the top button of the button down
shirt and started to undo the buttons.

“
Third? What comes first?”
He asked.

“
I’ll get to that.” I
continued to slowly unbutton his shirt, revealing the strong
muscles that it hid. No undershirt, which reduced the amount of
clothing that I planned to remove. “I have a request.” He listened
intently, as I pulled up the shirt tail from the confines of his
pants, Matt reached for his belt buckle. “No. I don’t need you to
help. Keep your arms to your sides.” I kissed his neck. I tiptoed
up to kiss his chin. He leaned down to give me better access. “I’d
like for you not to wear these button down shirts when you pick me
up from work. If you can wear a t-shirt, I’d have better access to
touching your chest, feel your skin, and stroke your back when I
hug you. It takes too long to take these off, and you don’t want me
to rip the buttons off your nice shirts, do you?” With my cheek
pressed to his chin, I could feel him clenching his teeth as he
tried to stop himself from touching me.

I undid his belt and unbuttoned his
jeans. I half unzipped his jeans, just enough to pull out the rest
of his shirt tail and undo the last two buttons. I took his right
hand and unbuttoned the cuff of his wrist. I kissed the back of his
hand and massaged his fingers. I slowly kissed his fingers
individually, and gave a lick to his index finger. I heard him gasp
as I took his finger inside my mouth and sucked down to the
knuckle. He leaned over to kiss me, catching the side of my mouth.
I released his finger with one final suck, and placed his hand back
at his side. I reached over to the left arm and uncuffed his shirt,
pulling the shirt completely off of him, and letting it fall to the
floor.

I touched his bare chest, running my
fingers through his groomed hair, feeling the soft salt and pepper
chest hair. I kissed a trail around his chest. I licked his nipple,
feeling him shudder under my licks and finger touching his free
nipple. I gently bit his nipple, kissed and licked to suppress any
pain. He moaned his pleasure as I licked the other nipple, feeling
the goosebumps that were raised by my caresses.

I walked around his body, and he
waited for my next action. With my fingertips, I lightly grazed his
back, feeling the muscles twitch underneath. I walked up to his
body and gave him a light hug from behind, placing my head to his
back. I felt his heart beating strong and fast, his breath jagged,
and he cleared his throat. “Shhh. This is my fourth favorite part
of your body. Your back is so strong. I can how it flexes when you
pick me up. And when you sit at the edge of the bed, I just want to
hold you, press my breasts to you back, wrap my legs around your
waist, listen to your breath and your heart beat, and never let you
go--just like I’m doing now.” I planted soft kisses all over each
of his shoulder blades. He leaned into my warm kisses. I proceeded
to kiss down his spinal column until I reached down to the
waistband of his jeans. I felt him quiver and sway. I stopped and
allowed him to steady himself.

I stood behind him, and reached in
front of him and pulled the zipper all the way down. I placed my
hands into his boxers, staying away from his cock, and held his
warm hips. I didn’t dare touch him there for fear that we’d both
lose control. I wanted to linger on his body for as long as he’d
let me. I walked back to the front of his body and got down on my
knees. I touched his right calf and gently tugged to signal him to
lift so I could remove his shoe. He complied and allowed me to
remove his shoe and then his sock. I repeated the same with his
left.

Once his pants were off, I steadied
myself on his legs by placing my hands on the side of his thighs
and rose my body snuggly up his body, pressing my cloth covered
breasts up his thigh, his groin, his stomach, and chest—wiggling my
full breasts on his naked chest. His breathing was ragged. I
tiptoed up to kiss him deeply and longingly. I grabbed him at the
neck and snaked my fingers through his hair. Our tongues darted and
rolled together in each other’s mouths. He groaned his excitement.
I felt his muscles twitch and his arms started to move toward my
body, and I pulled away.

“
Keep your hands to your
sides, babe. Patience.”

“
Perla, you have to go to
work soon. Time is ticking. I’m going to explode outside of you. I
want you . . . now.” He growled.

“
We would’ve had more
time, if you didn’t have that call. I’m not in any rush for this.”
I clutched at his hard penis. He gasped and I could detect a low
groan.

“
So you’re punishing me
for working?” His lip curled in annoyance.

“
Does this really feel
like a punishment?” I slid my hands into his waistband and pulled
his jeans over the hump of his ass. I adjusted his jeans over his
cock, still contained in his boxers, so I could lower the jeans in
the front. I slid the jeans down to his mid thighs. Placing my hand
on his waist, I squatted down, pulling his jeans past his knees,
down his calves. I put my hand on the back of his right knee and
prompted him to lift out of the pant leg. I repeated with the left
leg. I stood up slowly and pressed my body to him again, but this
time, I didn’t kiss him. I walked around to his back
again.

“
Do you want to know what
my fifth favorite thing about you?”

“
My dick?” He said with a
note of agitation.

“
No.” I whispered, as I
tugged at the waist band of his boxers and began to pull it down
over his ass. I caressed the soft skin of his taut cheeks. I gently
ran my nails over his buttocks, and he jerked a bit under my touch.
“Your ass. I love grabbing at your ass as you pump into me. I love
when my feet rest on your ass, pulling you, encouraging you to keep
fucking me.” He groaned.

I heard him whisper, ‘shit’. His hands
reached to clench my hands onto his ass. “Off. No touching or I
will go even slower.” He whimpered as his hands went back to his
sides.

I pulled down his boxers over his
penis and slid it down his leg. I lowered myself along with his
boxers and kissed his ass, and took a little nip. I rose up and
reached for his cock and felt his swollen member. I wrapped my hand
around it and lightly stroked along his length. He groaned at my
touch and his cock pulsed. An errant ‘fuck’ hung in the air. As I
gripped his impressive size, I moaned at how I affected him. I
kissed his back and pressed in close to feel his warmth, my arms
wrapped around his pelvis.

“
On to my second favorite
things about you. You’re dick.”

“
Second?” He turned his
head to look at me incredulously. I smiled.

“
Second. It gives me
pleasure. It’s made me come many, many times. It is longer and
bigger than I could’ve ever imagined fitting inside of me. I love
kissing it . . . sucking it . . . jerking it.” I pumped my fist up
and down his length slowly with my right hand. With my left hand I
cupped his heavy sack. I pressed my breasts and groin on his back.
He leaned into my body as I stroked and caressed him. Not wanting
to drive him over the edge, I slowed my jerking to a stop. I
released him, and he loudly groaned his disappointment. He moved to
touch himself. “No touching, Matt. I will leave you standing here.”
My command caused him to move his arm back to his side.

I walked back to his front, looking at
his naked body from his toes to his eyes. We stared into each
other’s eyes, and I could feel a little quake in my belly. I was
beyond wet and ready for him. I couldn’t believe I had this
spectacular specimen of a man, naked before me, letting me play
with his body. I placed my fingertips on his shoulders and lightly
ran them down the length of his strong arms until I reached his
hands.

“
The most favorite part of
your body that I’ve not stopped thinking about since I walked out
of your office are your hands.

“
My hands?” He asked
skeptically. I entwined my fingers in his. His hands dwarfed mine.
They felt strong. I could feel the electric connection that we
share.

“
Yes. The first thing that
I remember was the electric feeling from your handshake at the end
of my office visit. . .”

“
Not the initial
handshake?”

“
The first handshake
wasn’t memorable because I don’t like going to the doctor’s office.
The second handshake was the best. Your hands are so big and your
fingers are long and thick. I figured it was a great indicator of
your penis size.” He laughed.

“
That’s a
myth.”

“
Well, it’s true in your
case.” I winked and flashed him a smile. “Your grasp is firm, but
there’s a softness too. You have an awareness that as a woman, I
shouldn’t be manhandled. At the club, you grabbed my arm with this
hand, but you weren’t rough, just commanding. It was just enough to
grab my attention and remind me of the connection I had in your
office. You held my hand as we walked down the stairs at the club
like a lover. You held me gently, but possessively, as we walked
through the crowd. These hands took care of me when I got hurt,
stitching me up, and bringing me here, to your home. I can’t get
enough of your caresses. I crave your hands when they aren’t
touching me. The last memory of your hand was when you fingered me
in your car. I dreamt about your hand all night.”