“That sounds jim-dandy fine with me,” she agreed quickly, and dug her fingers into my shoulders when I took a nipple gently between my teeth. “Oh lord, yes! To hell with role play! Kiss my inches! Kiss my inches!”
I did so. It was glorious. She tasted of salt and woman and something that I couldn’t define, a slightly sweet scent that seemed to wind itself around me and hold me in bonds. Silken bonds. Silken bonds of desire... No, that sounds too trite and purple.
But it was true. I felt bound to her in some way that went beyond just the physical pleasure I found in kissing and tasting and in some cases nibbling on her. It was as if she satisfied me at a level that I couldn’t explain. I still can’t. It doesn’t make sense, because I know she isn’t interested in a long-term relationship. She’s made it perfectly clear that she enjoys our time together, but that she’s a free spirit.
That’s fine. I’m a free spirit, too. I am not looking for a girlfriend or, god help me, a wife.
One thing did bother me while I was doing all the nibbling and kissing and touching and rubbing her silken legs alongside my aching flesh, and that was the need to tell her the truth about Rose.
“You are so beautiful,” I murmured against her thigh, feeling like I was going to burst soon if I didn’t plant myself inside her. “I love the way you taste and feel.”
She pulled me upward, her hands caressing my back, and then lower to my ass. “That is very sweet of you, especially since I’m not beyond mildly pretty, but I appreciate it nonetheless. And I love how you taste, too. I’ve never thought much about it before, but you are all hotand spicy and salty at the same time, and it kind of drives me crazy. It has to be some primitive thing, and if you don’t put that condom on right now, I’m likely to die right here of unrequited lust.”
I smiled and got the condom on without incident, the feeling of her heat when I sank into her sending little streaks of fire up my groin and straight to my spine. It was a glorious feeling, and when I lifted her hips to better position myself, she went wild underneath me, her legs tightening around me until I found myself on my back with her riding me.
“Do you mind?” she said in little panting breaths. Hell, she even panted in a sexy manner.
What was going on that I found panting arousing?
“Not at all, just so long as you don’t stop that little twirl you do,” I managed to answer. It wasn’t easy, because at that point my brain felt like it was full of treacle and operating at one-eighth the normal speed and, frankly, I was a bit surprised I could even get coherent words out.
“I like the twirl, too. What about this?” She shifted forward a little when she sank down on me.
My eyes rolled back in my head, and despite my attempts to put them back where they belonged, they stayed there happily, as I enjoyed the sensations she was sending firing out to all points on my body.
“I’ll take it that the groan is a good sign. Wait. There’s something else I want to try...” She leaned to the back and with one hand took my balls and gave them a gentle squeeze.
I damn near came off the bed at that.
I sat bolt upright, my hands on her luscious thighs, and demanded, “Don’t ever stop doing that!”
She laughed—she actually laughed. “I’m glad you like it.”
“Now I know that women are truly the superior sex, because it’s all I can do to keep my autonomous functions like breathing and my heartbeat going, and here you are not only laughing and coming up with inventive and incredibly arousing things to do to my poor man’s body, but you can also talk in actual sentences and not just grunt noises of rapturous pleasure like I am doing.”
“You’re actually talking now, you know,” she said, her breath hitching when I took her breasts in my hand and lay down again, bringing her with me. “Oh man, that’s really good at this angle. Dixon, I hope you’re not going to be long, because I’m about ready to blow up into a thousand orgasm pieces.”
“Now,” I said, reverting to what I thought of as single-syllable caveman words. I thrust upward into her, my hips working overtime. “Do it now.”
“If you insist...” She did another twist and arched her back over me, her inner muscles trembling and tightening around me in waves that pushed me into my own orgasm.
One of the things I like best about Paulie is how she smiles after we’ve had sex. It’s not a grin, or even a happy-go-lucky greeting... It’s the lazy, exhausted smile of a woman who has been pleasured from the tips of her adorable toes to the top of her head. She smiled now, her body draped across mine as if she was a toga, one that was custom-made for me.
I stroked her back, my own body feeling like it was made of lead. The thought flitted through my head that now would be the perfect moment to come clean about Rose.
“Erm,” I said after a couple of minutes to catch my breath and let my heart stop racing.
“I know,” she said, stretching languidly and sliding off me to curl up at my side, one of her legs still across mine.“It was veryerm, wasn’t it? Although I swear I’m going to walk funny tomorrow after two times in one night.” She yawned and snuggled tighter against me.
“I might do so as well,” I said, shifting my arm so it wouldn’t go to sleep under her. Sleep pulled at me with tiny but persistent fingers, urging me to fall fully into its grasp, but I felt the need to be honest with Paulie. “Not to take anything away from what we just did, there’s something I wanted to tell you.”
“OK. Tell away.”
I looked up at the ceiling, trying to decide how best to put it. “You know, of course, that I was engaged to be married when I was in my early twenties.”
“Yup.”
“Rose was a few years older than me, divorced, and ready to settle down. I assumed I was as well, because I fell in love with her while I was in university. She was the daughter of one of my professors, and I thought she was the most glamorous woman I’d ever met.”
