Like a naive girl, I took it as he would need to stay in touch. That he’d want to explore this. Instead, he’d meant it as goodbye.
Here we were again, the parameters undefined, and I couldn’t bring myself to care.
With Ford’s hand in mine, I led him to my bedroom. It was the first time I’d brought a lover home. I’d preferred to go to my date’s place in the past, especially after the divorce. I thought of these four walls as my private domain. My protective cocoon: a place only for me, where I could be me. Yet I had no problem leading Ford straight back here.
Sliding my hand along the wall, I turned on the chandelier, dimming it a single touch. Ford stood in the threshold, and I wondered what he thought of the whitewashed headboard sitting above the ivory shag area rug. My feet creaked on the hardwood as I walked deeper into my room before meeting the soft rug. I could feel Ford right behind me, his breath on my neck, and his anticipation hanging heavy around both of us.
“This is my room,” I muttered without turning around.
In an instant, Ford swiveled me toward him, his hand on my bicep, and pressed a hard kiss on me. His lips were demanding, sucking the life out of me, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to take all of me, however he wanted. I wasn’t scared when it came to Ford touching me how he pleased.
I’d told Val I didn’t want him. I’d promised myself to be steadfast in putting him in his place. Up until I saw him on my porch, with his sad eyes and rumpled shirt. I wanted to take all his pain away. In that very moment we were the Ford and James of yesteryear, where I wanted to be his world. Besties in my mind. Except…I wanted this older version of Ford to fuck me. To fuck all his sadness right out of him…with me…only me…and do it all over again.
“Red, where’d you go?” He’d pulled away from my body, stopped kissing me, and ran his palm over my cheek.
I missed his heat instantly. “My thoughts got away from me.”
“Don’t do that with me. You tell me what you’re thinking. Now. Always.” His authoritative voice was back, his presence looming large in my domicile.
I leaned my forehead into his chest. “I want to make your hurt go away,” I mumbled into his body.
“You are. You are.” He repeated himself while running his hand over my shoulder blades, his thumb coming around to caress my clavicle.
I started walking backward toward the bed. My knees hit the mattress and Ford guided me down, crawling up my body.
“I don’t want to get your pretty bed dirty,” he said, slinking down my body and yanking my leggings off, his gaze glued to my core. “That’s an unexpected surprise.” He ran his hand over my landing strip, his pinky enticing me.
“My lack of underwear or the hair down there?” I didn’t know where my boldness was coming from; normally I was shy in the bedroom. I guessed Ford was used to a full Brazilian out in Los Angeles, but taking another look at him stroking me, I forgot about all that. Something about this man who was my best friend a long time ago, who’d taken my virginity and disappeared from my life, set me at ease. None of it made sense. While I’d been complaining to Val how I needed closure, vilifying the man now touching my most sacred of body parts, I didn’t give a flying eff at the moment.
“There’s hair there, for sure. The prettiest little amount of your natural hair color, by the way, guiding me right where I want to be, beckoning me home, James.”
He continued to tease my most sensitive spot with his pinky, ghosting over the bundle of nerves with the faintest touch, leaving me breathless and panting for something more. More friction or pressure or both or I didn’t even know.
“I never took you for the commando type, Red, and I find that I like it very much.” He slid back up my body, his pinky still torturing me, using his free hand to remove my glasses. “We’re gonna get too messy for these.” He set them on the nightstand and didn’t wait for a response before tugging my sweater up.
I sat up and helped lift it over my head, my braless boobs right out in the open, leaving me on display for inspection. “Seems like the tables are not weighted evenly.”
Ford’s blue eyes sparked as he continued to peruse me with his ferocious gaze and roaming hand. “Oh I’m getting there, James. My clothes are coming off. Don’t you worry.”
He got what I was saying, and I heard him kick off his shoes. They thudded onto the floor one after the other. Boldly, I brought my hand to his shirt, pulling it out and sliding my fingers underneath, smoothing my palm over his abs and then moving lower, unbuttoning his pants. All the while, he still taunted me with the tip of his pinky, coaxing every single sensation from me.
“Ford,” I half moaned, half begged for something more.
“This better?” he asked, moving his pinky and sliding a finger inside me.
“Aaaah,” I breathed and worked my hand inside his pants, running over his length. “Too many clothes,” I murmured. “Take them off.”
“I’ll obey this once, but don’t make a habit of it. Seems like you’re trying to boss me around.” He stood and made quick work of shrugging everything off, letting it fall into a pile on the floor. As he stepped out of his boxer briefs, I took in all of him. Six-pack abs (still), a smattering of blond hair on his chest and on his treasure trail to his larger-than-I-remembered girth. His hair in that area was trimmed, and I wondered who did it. Another person or him…
Then I noticed a tattoo on his bicep. It was a crest of some sort.
He was next to me on the bed before I could wonder any more, this time two fingers pumping in and out of me as he kissed me again. His thumb came down where I needed it, and between the fingering and the pressure on my most pleasurable spot I was about to explode when he stopped.
“No.” I couldn’t believe the whine that came out of my mouth when Ford leaned down and nipped where his thumb had been. It ached in the most pleasurable way, and I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. “I told you to wait. Hold it, until I’m buried inside you.”
This Ford was nothing like the Ford who took my virginity. That Ford laid me down carefully and made me orgasm with his hand before taking his time entering me. It had only lasted a few slow strokes with him kissing me at the same time before he’d started pumping faster, and then it was over.
I had a feeling this wasn’t going to be over as quickly.
