Rebound (38 page)

I leaned in to hold his hand and
stroke his covered forearm. He’s so strong. I loved feeling the
soft fabric of his suit. His hands were warm.

“
Next trip, you’re coming
with me. No objections. I’m scheduling it. You clear your calendar
and pack. That will be your only task.” He said gruffly.

“
Oh, really? When’s the
next trip?”

“
I don’t know. No hurt
athlete, yet. You’ve been advised, though.” He said with a
grin.

“
Well then, I must update
my passport.” I leaned in to give him a kiss.

He recoiled, “Your father told you to
stop kissing me. There’s plenty of time for that when he isn’t
sitting right next to us.” He said seriously. I pouted and turned
to eat my salad. He leaned in and asked, “How long has he been
limping like that?”

“
Years. He was a mechanic,
always under and over a car. Both knees are shot. He basically
needs a double knee replacement.”

“
Why hasn’t he gotten it
done?”

“
Papa is stubborn. He’s
not emotionally prepared to go under the knife. I gave him your
contact information a while ago. It’s really up to him to make the
decision. I think he’s afraid of doctors, like I am, because of my
mother’s illness and death.” I looked into his eyes and I saw
understanding and compassion.

The rest of the evening went without a
hitch. We ate. We danced. We spent time talking with our table
mates and my family. I was so happy that he could see me with my
family and friends, just like I experienced with his loved ones.
Rubi and my father left around ten because they had a longer drive.
My father gets tired easily. Matt stepped out at one point to
retrieve a phone call. When he returned, he and I danced and
kissed.

I was in heaven.

***

Around one in the morning, Matt and I
decided to call it a night. I said my goodbyes to my friends. The
party was still going pretty strong and wouldn’t end until two in
the morning. I was exhausted and wished I were a little girl that
could be carried. Matt had all the strength in the world, but he
was tired too. I slipped off my heels, which couldn’t be put back
on because they were swollen from walking and dancing.

“
I have my suitcase at the
bell hop. Is your car parked close?” I asked.

Matt pulled out a hotel key card from
his jacket pocket. “We’re staying here tonight.”

“
What?” I looked at the
card and then at him. “Matt, we don’t have to. This place is
expensive.”

“
Shut up.” He kissed me. I
would’ve argued, but I was exhausted. He picked up my luggage and
tipped the bell hop. He led me to the elevator. One was waiting at
the lobby.

When we arrived at the top floor, Matt
wheeled my luggage toward the room. He unlocked the door and asked,
“Wait for one second?” I was puzzled. He stepped inside. Annoyance
crept in. I was cranky because I was so tired from the events of
the day. I just wanted to get in and have lazy ‘you’re back’ sex
and sleep. He opened the door wide and let me walk in to see the
entire room glowing with flickering candle light, dozens upon
dozens of candles of various sizes. My eyes widened at the
spectacular sights in the room. Upon further scrutiny, the candles
were simulated candles made of plastic that flickered like real
candles. I wondered when and how he managed to set this all
up.

“
How? When did you do
this?” I asked, my eyes welling up with tears. “This is beautiful.”
I said as I walked further in and looked around. I tossed my shoes
by the wall, and walked to him. My hands slid from his chest up to
his shoulders. “Thank you.” A tear streamed down my cheek, which he
wiped away with his thumb. He stooped down to kiss me, gathering my
dress from mid-thigh. My body quivered under his touch. A full week
of being apart was too long. Video chats weren’t the same as
feeling him, smelling him, being held, and I wanted him inside of
me.

He pulled my dress over my head,
revealing the white lace bra and panties that I wore underneath. “I
missed them.” He said as he cupped my breasts, kneading them
together and pulling my bra under my breasts. He lowered down to
take a nipple in his mouth. My back arched to offer him what he
needed. I felt my desire collecting in my folds. I slid my hands
down to Matt’s shirt buttons and unbuttoned his shirt wanting to
feel his warm skin on mine.

He stepped back to watch me undress
him. I unbuckled his belt, undid his pants and lowered the zipper.
I loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, flinging them onto a
chair, He pulled off his undershirt, his muscles rippled
underneath. I brought my mouth to his nipples, licking and blowing
warm air to harden them before nipping it and taking it into my
mouth. Matt growled and pressed my bottom toward his hardened
penis. I pulled down his pants with his underwear, gently freeing
his cock. I knelt down and pulled the rest of his clothes from his
lower body.

Because of my lowered position, I was
strategically placed in front of his cock. I licked the head, and
it twitched under my touch. I took an inch of his shaft into my
mouth, and he groaned. I looked up to him and he watched me as I
took him all the way, my lips reaching the root. I held him with my
hand and stroked him as I suckled. Matt thrust his hips into my
mouth, syncing up with my bobbing mouth and hand. His fingers
stroked my scalp, guiding the pace and depth of my
intake.

I heard him say, “Stop, baby. I want
to come inside of you.” I braced myself on his thighs, and stood up
with his hands gripping my arms, pulling me up. He pulled us toward
the bed and he sat down at the foot of the bed.

Matt’s fingers traced over the curve
of my belly, touching the lace of my panties. His hands massaged my
hips, sliding his hands over my ass. As his hands slid down, he
pulled my panties down my hips with his thumbs. He kissed my
stomach and trailed kisses down to my pussy. He breathed in deeply,
“I’ve missed your smell . . . your taste.” I felt a lick on my cut.
I arched back, inviting him to do more.

He let my panties drop and slid his
hands up to the back of my bra. He unhooked my bra and pulled them
down my arms, tossing it to the floor. He pulled me to his body and
we reclined onto the bed. He kissed my chest and neck, licking and
sucking, as his hands massaged my buttocks. He turned our bodies
and tucked me under him. We kissed slowly, pressing our bodies into
one another, reconnecting in the only way our bodies knew how. I
wriggled underneath him, signaling that I needed him inside of
me.

He rose up and put his foot off of the
bed. “Where are you going?”

“
Condom.” He
replied.

“
No . . . please. I’m
ready.” I whispered, holding on to his wrist. He paused and smiled.
He glowed more than the flickering candles. I reached for him,
pulling him to return to me.

“
Are you sure?” He asked
with a mixture of surprise, happiness, and concern. I nodded and
lifted up to kiss him deeply. “I’ve been waiting for this moment,
me inside of you, feeling how wet you get. I don’t know if I’ll
last long, baby.” He resumed his deep kisses. He lay over me and
reared back, wriggling until his cock found my entrance. My channel
opened to receive him. His cock entered slowly, taking pleasure in
my wetness and heat. I gasped at the feel of him. He drove slowly
into me and groaned with the pleasure, which was delayed by time
and distance. I watched as he bit his lip and moaned. “There’s so
much I want to tell you.”

“
What?” I asked, worry
crept in. I stroked his chest with my hands, feeling the soft,
short chest hair on his strong torso. I touched his shoulders and
squeezed the solid muscles. “What’s wrong?” He continued to pump
deep, barely retracting from my cut. I arched and writhed upwards
to meet his prodding, receiving him as deeply as he could
go.

“
This isn’t the time to
say it.” He took a deep breath, and stroked deeper.

I pulled him down to me. He laid over
me to my left side his head resting between my shoulder and upper
arm, slowly pumping into me. I stroked his hair.

“
Look at me!” I commanded.
His eyes opened. By the dim light of the room, we stared longingly
into each other’s eyes. Our bodies didn’t skip a beat with him
driving into me and my writhing up to meet him. I lowered my left
leg and stroked his upper calf with my foot. My arm massaged his
back, kneading down to his buttock, I asked, “Is there something
wrong?”

“
There’s nothing wrong.
It’s just the opposite. Everything’s right. I haven’t felt like
this in a long time. You make me feel out of control. You hold me
in your hands. You hold my heart in your hands.” He closed his eyes
and started thrusting faster and harder, trying to take control
back. I squeezed his buttock and dug my nails firmly to get his
attention.

“
Tell me. What are you
saying, Matt?” He rose up onto his arms. My legs rose to his sides,
as he plunged in and out. I couldn’t focus on the pleasure he was
giving me.

“
You’re so wet. I love
feeling how wet you are for me. You feel so good. I missed you so
fucking much.” He groaned. He stroked faster, our core slapping
against each other. His words and his movements filled my loins
with delicious pressure, the tiny waves of an impending orgasm were
cresting.

He withdrew from me. I looked at him.
His eyes were lidded. On his knees, he opened his knees slightly,
cupping my left buttock and turned me to my side. He rested my left
leg on his left shoulder and entered me again. The slight change in
position concentrated the pleasure in a new part of my pussy. I
moaned as he rhythmically drove into me. He kissed my leg. My eyes
closed, concentrating on his motions. I sought to touch him, to
keep connected. My pleasure soared again. Just when I thought I
would come, feeling him slightly quake as if he were reaching his
own climax, he withdrew.

“
Hmm. Babe? What are you
doing?” I asked with baited breath. He pushed my leg down, turning
me with his other strong hand until I rested on my stomach. He
straddled my thighs, and lifted my hips up. He rubbed the tip of
his penis on my labia. I parted my legs slightly, opening for him
to enter me. The hand that remained on my hip moved to the front of
my pelvis and his long fingers reached to press on my clit with
circular motions. His finger made its way to my cut as he teased
the head of his penis into me. I instinctively arched into him,
wanting him to remain inside of me, releasing me from the ache in
my loins.

We moaned in unison as he plunged into
me with quick movements. He entered me deep, and I could feel the
pressure climbing as my clit was rubbed by his lingering fingers.
One last thrust and we both came. He continued driving into me to
get the last morsel of pleasure until the exhaustion overcame him
and he laid down on me. His muscular chest to my back and his head
beside mine, his breathing labored against my cheek. I could feel
his heart beating as fast as mine. He was still inside me when he
whispered in my ear, “I love you.” I couldn’t believe my
ears.

His erection withered as his breathing
regulated, and his weight became heavier on me. Just like our first
time together, he fell asleep on me after he came, but this time, I
didn’t push him off or retract from his body. I stayed. I wanted to
be in this moment forever.

Eventually, he stirred and turned in
his sleep, seeking a comfortable position in his sleep. I watched
him for a moment and thought about his declaration, ‘I love you’.
He loves me. I got up and turned off most of the battery powered,
simulated candle lights. I smiled at each one, searing the romantic
gesture in my memory. I left a few of the large candles on because
they were scattered about the large dark room, giving off a very
soft light. I went into the bathroom to relieve myself and clean up
after our lovemaking because we didn’t use a condom. When I
returned to the room, he was awake.

“
Are you okay?” He
asked.

“
Yes. I’m fine.” I walked
toward the bed where he was already under the covers. He pulled the
covers over for me to enter the bed. He covered me, holding me
within the curve of his body, his broad chest on my back and the
warmth of his groin on my buttocks. He wrapped me in his arms, and
I summoned the courage to talk, “You told me that you love me.” I
awaited a response. The pregnant pause made me question if he had
fallen back to sleep.

“
I do. I love you.” He
pulled me even closer, if that was even possible. “I don’t expect
you to say the same. I know I caught you off guard. It isn’t always
the best to say it for the first time during sex.”

I cut him off, “But it wasn’t just sex
was it? We were making love, weren’t we?” I turned to face him.
There was barely any light to see his face.

“
It wasn’t just sex. It
hasn’t been for some time for me. I wasn’t sure how you felt for me
until tonight. When you didn’t want to use the condom, I knew your
feelings for me were stronger. At the very least, I was assured
that you trust me.”

“
I’ve loved you since the
Sunday you picked me up at five in the morning to take me to work.
I wasn’t sure when it would be appropriate to tell you that I love
you. I wanted to tell you the night I met your sister and her
family, especially when I saw you with Leona.” I confessed. He
squeezed me tighter and gave me a kiss on the neck. The only sounds
filling the room was the sound of our breathing.