The Quest (15 page)

              Now he was awake lying beside me face to face. He had no idea what he did to me last night. No idea how pleasing he was. No idea how exhausted I am or excited I am to have someone love me like this. I’m not too damaged to know this is rare.

              “So how do you feel?” asked Denver. Moving closer to me touching my belly with his fingertips.

              “Amazing!” was all I could say. “By the way, do you remember last night?”

              “What do you mean? Of course I do!”

              “I mean everything! Like after we fell asleep.”

              “After? Why? Did you wake up and do something to me?” He laughed.

              “Umm… no but you did?”

              “What? No way!”

              “Yes, you did! And I couldn’t wake you so I just let you do it. You were amazing!”

              “What did I do? Something naughty? Did you like it? Was it this?” And there he dove right under the covers not skipping a beat preparing to send me to the moon and back with his tongue again. Did I mention I was exhausted? It didn’t matter. When a man feels this good you find the energy to enjoy him. So I did. I loved the fact he was eager to please me. That he preferred face to face sex versus doggie style and that he loved the way I loved him back. We had a very mutual style of sharing. We are both very giving and very eager to satisfy, as he learned quickly after his rounds of pleasure, I stopped at nothing to make him feel appreciated.

              We checked out of the hotel late and took the three and a half hour drive back to Huntsville. We talked about everything from every fear to every dream we both had. We compared notes on having a lot of similar goals but also agreed to disagree on the things we didn’t have in common. The ride wasn’t long enough though. There was more I wanted to know about this man. I found myself longing to get closer. After he dropped me off at my apartment we agreed to meet up for dinner later that night. But it was just dinner we agreed because we were both so exhausted. A night alone in our own beds was beckoning us.

              The next morning I texted Denver to review the pictures we had taken on the trip. I knew there would be a lot of editing to do and I wanted to get the project closed and behind me. Denver agreed to meet on Thursday. His day job was behind and he had a lot of catching up to do. I was okay with that. We had spent so much time the past two weekends together I couldn’t demand more of his time right now. His work was important too, this I knew. So I started my editing on the photos I took.

              Thursday night he arrived with a to-go order from a hibachi grill in his hands. A peace offering from being apart so long. It was just three days I reminded him, not necessary but I do love hibachi so I accepted his generous offer. We sat at the bar scrolling over digitals on my Mac and his. We paused at a few and sorted them out. I wasn’t really into editing them just yet. I wanted to touch him, feel him, make love to him again. I was recovered from the weekend and ready for a do-over! So I paused and just watched as he did his thing.

              “What are you doing?”

              “Nothing.”

              “I know that look.”

              “Do you?”

              “I do. You’re very distracting.” He smiled and stood to his feet twirling my barstool till I straddled him. “Let’s go!”

              “Nah.”

              “What?”

              I giggled when he undressed me and giggled when his clothes hit the kitchen floor. But it didn’t take long before those giggles turned to moans. We searched every spot in my apartment to get busy on. We explored the counter tops, the back of the couch, under the dining room table, then the bathroom counter, till we reached the edge of my bed, and then it was full-blown obsession. I saw a different side to him this time. A hungry side. The side I see when he sleepwalks sex with me. He saw a different side of me too. The ever so ‘can’t get enough of him’ side that I have only had with one other man in my life. Every time he slowed I begged for more. Every time he pulled back I begged for deeper. It was a craving that couldn’t be satisfied. No matter how many times I orgasmed I wanted another one. Which was fine with him he obliged and stayed up for the party till I allowed him to release. Did I say allow? Yes, that’s how in tune he was with his own body. He had great control. When he did he poured his love into me; it was like a river flowing with pride. His grip was strong and his body was tense. When he exhausted all he had he went limp lying beside me asking what had I done to him. He said he had never felt like this. I lied. I told him neither had I.

              Like I said, I had a desire like this only one other time in my life but that man broke me. I thought I’d never experience it again. I was glad now I was wrong. I was back to craving it and really thinking something was seriously wrong with me. What have I done? Was I ready to do this all over again? I knew how demanding I was, especially when it came to a connection like this. I knew there would be no way now to just let go of it either. It scared the hell out of me. I laid beside him in silence wondering if I should even bring it up. I argued with myself for a while and agreed not to. Time would tell if Denver was meant to be in my life. I agreed to slow down and rethink a few things. Time apart would help too, although I knew the longer we were separated the rougher the sex would be while we were together. It’s a craving deep inside that has to be satisfied. Once that well is tapped it has to be fed. Denver fed it tonight. And I was all ready for round two long before he was.

              Round two came at one in the morning. It was smooth and slow but he filled me with a river again that soaked the sheets beneath us. It was soon followed by round three that was rough and silent. His body was demanding and he guided me through the lovemaking without saying a word. His desire was not to be reckoned with especially at this time. It was arduous and hungry, with moves I never experienced when he was fully awake. I obliged willingly, enjoying the adventure wondering where in the hell did he learn these things. Of course, riddled with sweat and satisfaction after, I didn’t complain. The way this man loved my body when he was asleep was exuberating! But during round four Denver awoke confused. I think it was my moaning, okay my screaming his name maybe that awoke him that time. Each time he wakes me up with his manhood, and mind you I am asleep until I feel him moving around me, it’s stronger with more vigor. When he feels this need he’s sly and snakelike moving as if I’m his prey. He moves carefully around the bed too carefully removing the covers off me as if he’s afraid to wake me. Once on our trip I watched him look over me making mental notes of my body and as if he was indecisive on what he wanted to do first to me. But again he’s careful and he’s not awake himself. He’s subconsciously doing this all in his sleep.

              But round four was a good round and it came at five fifty-two a.m. This I know because I was watching the clock timing him this time. When your half asleep you have no idea how long these things last so I wanted to know. He started slow sliding off the bed, stopping at the end of the bed gently pulling the covers off, folding them out of his way. Yes, I said folding. I was lying on my side when I felt his body move off the bed so I knew it was coming. I was actually excited. Crazy huh? During round three I got to please him which is rare, he usually takes the lead, so I was ready for my turn on round four.

              After he removed the blankets, he rolled me off my side onto my back and began rubbing my feet, then up my legs, he rubbed till he reached my inner thighs as if he was giving me a massage. His strong hands felt so good on my tired legs. They needed attention. I kept my eyes closed and my head tilted toward the clock beside the bed. His hands became stronger as he reached my torso paying special attention to the area there. He gently moved upward till he reached my breasts. He massaged them till my nipples were pleasing to him. Quite proud of his accomplishment, he awarded them with the comfort of his mouth, reassuring each one was not to be ignored. They grew larger and harder the more attention he gave them. And when he left them to move south, they were begging for more. The touch of his lips made the butterflies dance with excitement. When he made his way back to my tummy, kissing my belly button as he went, each kiss landed with a squirm. I couldn’t help it. I knew what was next and I was thrilled, to say the least.

              He stopped there for a while admiring the area, caressing with his hands, kissing me on my stomach, rolling me side to side to kiss me all over. At one point I was lying on my stomach thinking I knew what was coming next, but no. He just massaged my back, my buttocks and the back of my legs rolling me back over when he was done. The kisses he placed all over my back side was tickling, but I loved it. It was an enduring part of his affection. But I can only say when he slid his hands between my thighs, spreading my legs wide, I knew what was next, I watched the clock. It was six minutes after six when I felt his fingers explore. Wasn’t long after till he hit a spot I liked that he had me trembling. He liked that, I could tell, because he added more pressure, more vigor, and then he added his tongue. Now it was six-fifteen and I was begging him silently for more. He moved like no other when he did a combination of the two. I was overcome with orgasms at his fingertips and the hot breath of his lips. Not to mention that tongue. Oh my, what a tongue! But not a word or a moan I spoke. I just watched him. In-between each orgasm I looked to see if he would make eye contact with me, he never did. He was so primitive, so raw with his emotions, but yet so giving.

              It was six forty-five when I felt him glide over the top of me and slide inside me. I was more than prepared for him. While he did a fine job fulfilling my need, I was silently begging for more of him. You see, I was careful not to wake him. I wasn’t sure what he would do if I did. But when he entered me, he also kissed me deep and passionate taking my breath away. I didn’t expect that. His manhood was powerful taking full control inside of me. I had no control of the orgasms this time. They were coming full force one after another, each one different shaking different parts of my body. He stopped abruptly, I thought to take a break, but no. It was six fifty-eight when he slid back down my body, back to my torso, suckling my body as he descended, stopping at my breasts then back to the sweet spot he had exhausted before. OMG! This time, he wasn’t being nice. It was amazing lying beneath him not knowing what he was going to do next. And when he arrived back there a second time it felt different. He had a new agenda on pleasuring me. Something I had never experienced before. He gave me no choice but to love it even more. With one, my legs would weaken; with another it would be so deep I’d feel it deep inside trembling my organs. Several acts of his kindness made my eyes tear and run down my cheeks.

              There was no mercy for me beneath him now so I closed my eyes and enjoyed everything he offered me. And in return, I freely gave him every orgasm he earned. Breathless with sweat rolling off of my torso, I felt him climb, back up my body till he was face to face with me. He never opened his eyes. He kissed me again this time sweetly but never removed his tongue from my mouth. He breathed into my lungs deeply. It was seven-thirty. I could have sworn the clock was lying. He was strong and powerful. His kisses were deeper now, his manhood was so controlling, and the orgasms were stronger.

              He was like a drug to me. I felt like I was in the midst of an all-time high. It was euphoric. I wanted more. He was giving me everything but I still wanted more. But then I was surprised. He was full of surprises, like I said before and this time I was in awe.

              My eyes were closed, his tongue deeply dancing with mine, sweat rolling between our bodies, and dripping onto the sheets soaking everywhere we lay. His manhood giving me more than I could hold, with one of my legs up near my head. I never felt the discomfort of this position only the earth shattering within me. With that one, I exhaled a huge breath of air back into his mouth and screamed his name, biting his lip. I couldn’t help it. I hadn’t felt that but once in my life. Every muscle in my body tensed up, causing a mad rush of blood flow to my head giving me an instant headache, and then my body went limp beneath him.

              He abruptly stopped moving looking confused, looking around the room and back at me. His body riddled with sweat, mine too, sticking to his. He was surprised to be where he was…on top of me. I was breathless. My head was pounding, my leg still high in the air.

              “It’s okay.” I reassured him trembling now. Moving my hips slowly underneath him trying to reposition my leg, “I’m really loving this. You don’t have to stop.”

              “I’m so sorry,” he said apologizing. I wish I knew what went through his mind at that moment. But all I could think about was if I had one more orgasm maybe my headache would go away.

              “Don’t be, really, baby, you feel so good! Really. Don’t have to stop.”

              “Did I hurt you?” he asked sweetly with his fingers rubbing my cheeks.

              “Oh no, not at all. You’re amazing. That’s all. Don’t stop,” I begged him. I wanted more.

              “Then why did you scream?” It must have been blood curdling I thought.

              “It was a good scream, baby. You’re amazing. Please don’t stop.” I whispered, “Don’t stop!” in his ear. He smiled wide and I kissed him. The moment continued on but this time he was in full control. Which was okay too. I liked the way he moved whether he was conscious or not, I’d take him either way. He asked me a few questions having no clue where all he had been or what he had done to me. Of course when he asked I wasn’t answering. I didn’t care if he started all over. Which he did only this time very conscious of what he was doing which also meant I didn’t have to be silent. When his tongue started dancing I watched him stare back into my eyes. When he released the blood flow through my body I begged him for another then another. He obliged, but before he released his river, I rolled him over on his back and took control of him. It was the least I could do after all that he did for me. He needed to know how much I desired him. It was evident how he felt about me.