The Beginning (15 page)

I want to tell Seth that I have no idea why I am here, what is going to happen, how long I will be here and that I am a little scared. However, I say nothing, and just shake my head.

“I think I need a shower and I’ll go from there. Thank you for everything Seth.”

I shake his hand and he leaves. I walk over to the dining table and pour a glass of the wine Seth had opened for me, and take a few bites of sushi. Then I head for the master bath and turn on the beautiful waterfall shower. I have no idea what is going on and what is going to happen, but the shower helps to wash away my fear. When I am done, I wrap myself in a big fluffy white logo robe and walk back out into the sitting area. I grab my wine glass and walk over to the large floor to ceiling windows that panel one wall and look over the freeway. The cars that speed by match the beating of my heart, fast and loud.

As I am standing and watching the cars whizz by below, I still thinking of what I am going to say first. I hear a card key inserted, the door click, I turn around, and there he is. Jonathan has arrived and the atmosphere of the room changes. I start to buzz electric when I see him, he does not said a word, and neither do I. We both just stand there eyeing at each other, not moving. After a minute, Jonathan reaches behind his neck and pulls off his sweater and t-shirt at the same time. His now bared chest is beautiful and smooth, with little bits of dark hair on his pecks and around his nipples; it starts a small, dark, thin treasure trail down the middle of his abs, onto his pelvis and into his pants. Jonathan kicks off his loafers, unbuttons, and then unzips his pants. As he is pulling them off, I can see his long, lean legs and his rigid cock under his boxer briefs. I am still, just standing across the room, holding my wine glass, and watching him.

Jonathan starts to walk over to me, silently, but with a resolute and primal look in his eyes. This glare makes me feel like prey, it scares and excites me at the same time. Once he is close enough he takes the wine glass from my hand and places it on the side table, with his other hand he grabs onto mine and leads me into the master bedroom. I follow him obediently, and once next to the bed he stands in facing of me and unties the belt on my robe. Slowly he eases it off my shoulders and lets it drop to the floor. I am now naked in front of him, and as he looks me up and down, drinking in the sight of me; I feel electric currents surging through my body. He has yet to even touch me and I am fully aroused.

Jonathan points to the bed, I climb on and lay back. I prop myself up on my elbows and observe him at the end of the bed. I can hear him breathing loudly, almost in a huff, and his breath hisses through his teeth. After a few pants, he reaches down to his waistband and pushes his boxer briefs to the floor; I watch his cock burst out of its fabric cage. For the first time I am seeing his hard long penis, and knowing its going inside me, I am crazy with anticipation. Standing there hard, he is holding his cock and it is sticking straight out just for me.

The feelings that I had felt for him several days ago come back to me, all the sacrifices I was willing to make, the desire to be near him, with him, for him comes rushing back. I don’t want to be a mistress to any man, but maybe I need to change my thinking for him, for this. How can something that feels so right be so wrong?

Slowly Jonathan moves like a lion ready to pounce over me, he bends down and begins to climb up the bed, to me until we are face to face. My breathing is fast and erratic, and once he lowers himself on top of me, our naked bodies touch for the first time. We melt into each other and begin to breath in sync. Resting on one arm, he takes the other and with his hand, moves the hair away from my face, and traces my features with his fingers. Leisurely running over my forehead, down my eyes, to my nose and cheeks he touches me as if I might break. When he gets to my lips, he puts his finger in his mouth and then pulls it out to rub it over my lips; I lick them and I can taste him. We have not lost eye contact and it feels as if I have not even blinked. Jonathan moves both of his hands to the sides of my face and rubs my cheeks with his thumbs; he then opens his mouth, still looking deeply in my eyes, he whispers, “You’re here.” These are the first words he has said since entering the suite.

“Here,” I nod a little.

“Here,” he replies and finally places his mouth on mine.

Tenderly we begin to kiss, with Jonathan brushing my lips on the outside, and then the corners followed by a little nibble on my bottom lip. I like the sudden feeling of aggressiveness and let out a guttural shriek that tells him I want more. With that approval, he plunges into my mouth and overtakes it. His tongue skims along my teeth and encircles mine as it meets his in our fervor. As we kiss, I scoop up my hands and clutch them into his hair. While still lying on top of me, and his hands holding my face, he moves in to kiss me deeper and harder. If it’s possible his cock is even firmer now and sticking out, straight into my thigh. I wriggle my hips around trying to get him inside me, however he holds tight, and whispers, “not yet kitten” and then goes back to plunging my mouth with his tongue.

I can feel the slick wetness between my legs, as my body readies for him and all that girth he wants to put in me. It is so hard not to move but Jonathan has now pinned me down on the bed. His arms are bent next to mine boxing them in, and I can only place my palms on his chest. It’s enough but I want more access to him. I want to run my hands all over his back, ass, and pull him into me, holding on for dear life. Jonathan moves from my mouth over to my neck, and I eagerly move my head to the side to give him more access. Licking, nipping and kissing my skin sends a flame through my body that burns my skin hot with need for him. As he begins to suck on my ear lobe I feel him move his left hand down between my legs, oh god if he touches my wetness I will cum immediately. Instead, he grabs his stiff penis and uses it to rub up and down the outside of the lips of my pussy. I know how slick it is down there and I can feel him slide over me easily. “Oh my god kitten, you are dripping for me aren’t you?” he asks me.

“Yes,” I moan slowly in a hiss. “Yyyyeeessss.”

Jonathan pulls one of his knees up a bit on the bed so his hips lift off my pelvis and he can rub his fiery tip over my clit, slowly teasing me all the while he is kissing, sucking, and licking my neck and ear. I can feel his breath hot on me as he rubs me into a frenzy. With one arm now able to be free, I pull it out and over the back of his shoulder to rub the nape of his neck, and finger his hair. It takes no time for me to feel the speedy climb of my climax reaching its peak quickly.

“Jonathan, oh god, I’m going to cum if you keep doing that.” I warn him.

“Good, that’s what I want.” He lifts his head, looks at me, and offers a wicked grin.

“I missed you,” I murmur.

“You’re here” he replies, and kisses me with lips full of promise.

“ok ok ok ok” I keep whimpering, I am so close that I am starting to get fuzzy and lightheaded.

“Yes, Kitten, do you like it when I rub my hard cock on your wet pussy?”

“I do, oh my god, I do. Please don’t stop.”

“Never” he tells me.

And then it happens, my peak is so impatient and strong that I start to move my hips up to meet his hardness, “yes, yes, yes, oh my god please, please, please”

Jonathan rubs me faster and faster and I know my clit is about to explode,

“Come for me kitten, give it to me, give it all to me.” And when he says that I start to tremble and shudder giving in to the most amazing surge of pleasure that I have ever known, and at the same time I orgasm Jonathan swiftly plunges himself inside me and I contract myself around him. “Yes baby, I can feel you shake around my cock, hold me tight.” I grab onto him and he is still for a moment while I finish and come back down to earth. It is then that I realize he is inside me and I feel a tear fall from my eye. “Kitten what’s wrong?” Jonathan sounds alarmed, and wipes it away. “Nothing,” I assure him, “you just feel so good inside me, you belong there, I am happy.”

“Yes, here” and slowly Jonathan begins to slide in and out of me while he holds both sides of my face and looks deep into my eyes. 

With him inside me I know I will come again, my body is on fire and bursting with desire for him. More than anything I want him to cum, I want to feel him to discharge all he has inside me. His pace is slow and steady; I lift up my knees next his arms, and scoot my hips out a little so he can go deeper. “God kitten, yes, I can crawl inside you like this.”

“Do I feel good?” I ask. I need to know and hear his declaration.

“Jesus you are so warm, wet and tight it was so hard not to cum the moment I entered you.”

“Don’t hold back, give it all to me, I want you to” I tell him.

“Don’t say that, it will drive me over the edge.”

“Give it to me Jonathan, please, fuck me harder and deeper, please, I want to feel you fill me up.” As I tell him this, he starts to pump harder, and grunting in my ear. He lifts himself up on his arms, and I begin to lift my hips up to meet his, thrust for thrust.

“Oh shit, fuck, that’s it kitten, god damn,” he tells me and it just spurs me on to push up faster to him. Rapidly he is banging into me with a groan each time, I can tell he is going to cum as his ass tightens and his jaw clenches. “Give it to me baby, fill me up,” I beg and he keeps moaning, “fuck, yes, fuck, oh god, I’m cumming, fuck” and with that I feel him slam his hips into me hard one, two, three times and groan out “aaaahhhhhh” and with his last thrust he hits my clit on the right spot and when I feel him pour his fiery nectar inside me I cum again as well. “Yes, Jonathan, yes.” I yell out, gripping him firmly before I fall back, as he collapses on top of me and we are both shaking. Damn.

It takes a moment for us to catch our breath, and soon we are breathing in harmony again.

Jonathan stays on top of me, remains inside me, and I have spread my legs back out. Lifting up his left hand, he wipes my hair away from my face, and places a chaste kiss on my lips.

“Hi,” he gently whispers.

“Hey,” I whisper back.

“We shouldn’t have done this.” He states, searching my eyes for agreement, I am instantly bereft and nod a little. I turn my head to the right and stare at the wall, biting my lip, begging the tears to stay in my eyes.

“You agree right? This can’t happen again Lenox.” He is very firm in his tone.

A catch in my throat causes my voice to hitch, “Yeah uh sure it was wrong, I mean you’re,” I can’t say the word married with him inside me, “unavailable.”

“What? No, no, I didn’t mean that. I meant we didn’t use protection.”

Utter relief floods my soul, and I almost cry from joy. Jonathan continues, “I didn’t plan for this to happen, or I would have been prepared, I am sorry I lost control, but I it seems I always do when I am around you.” 

“It’s ok, really trust me, it is.” As I turn back to him and smile. “We are going to be ok.”

A quizzical look tells me he needs more explanation from my odd answer.

“I am on the pill already, see I get really bad periods, so I stay on the pill to keep them lighter and my life easier. So…no worries.” A huge smile comes over his face in a way that only can when an adult man discusses a woman’s period. That smile is refreshing, as below it lay no embarrassment, or awkwardness.

“Good to know, well, since we are going there, I just had a complete physical with insane amounts of blood work for my key insurance policy. I don’t have it on me but I can get it for you, and I am completely clean,” Jonathan informs me.

“Well, ok, I can tell you that I did not have an insane amount of blood work, but I did have a physical with all the basic blood work before I left home, and lost my health insurance and I am clean as well.”

Jonathan looks away for a moment, pulls out, slides off me, and moves over to my side. “And you’ve been safe since you went to New York?” He is still holding my hand, and with his other arm propping himself up on his elbow looking at me.

Safe? “Safe, yeah I mean a little, I eat off food carts, but I don’t walk down dark alleys or anything risky.”

Jonathan threw back his head and laughed that deep loud chuckle I had heard only once before. It made me smile. “No, silly, I mean safe, with guys, you have dated.”

Embarrassed I understand now what he is asking me, I nod yes, and keep to myself that nobody in New York wants to sleep with me so far. I have to pee.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” I let him know and begin to extricate myself from him.

“Of course, but one thing first,” Jonathan ventured a proposal, “Are you hungry? I am famished.” I nod in agreement.

“Ok you go to the bathroom I will order food and we will meet back here in five.”

“Ok” I agree.

When I come out of the bathroom Jonathan is waiting for me. Propped up on pillows he is reading the room service menu, he has also brought my glass of wine, one for himself and the bottle to the bedside table next to him. I stall in the doorway and watch him read, his dark hair is freshly fucked and mussed from my fingers, and just thinking about it makes my legs twitch from the memory.  With one leg out in front of him, and one knee bent up I can see his lithe lean runners body, it makes me want to crawl up onto him and melt my skin into his again. Without turning his head, but sensing me, he takes his hand and waves me over. Once I am standing at the side of the bed, he points to spot right next to him and tells me, “here.” I climb back on and get as close to him as possible.