“Okay.”
“Okay as in what?” he asks.
“The whole enchilada.”
“And by the whole enchilada, we’re talking about the naked stuff?”
I nod. “Fast or slow, but I’m leaning toward fast.”
I don’t have to tell him twice. In a blink of an eye, my sweater is over my head, and Stone is kissing one of my breasts. I throw my head back in ecstasy. I might have the world’s fastest orgasm and that’s with my pants still on.
Stone travels down my body with his glorious mouth, slipping his fingers under my waistband and peeling the pants off me. His lips find my sensitive folds, and my hips thrust up to meet his mouth. We’ve gone from zero to a hundred in five seconds flat. It’s the Ferrari of sex.
Fast, sexy, and expensive.
As he slips a finger inside me, a part of me understands that no matter how I want to get Stone out of my system, this encounter is going to make me an addict. Instead of releasing my pent up desire, it’s going to make me desire him more, make me desire all of Stone, not just his sexual prowess.
I shut my eyes and silently mourn what cannot be between Stone and me, all the while reveling in the pleasure my body feels at the one night stand to end all one night stands. “That. Is. So. Good!” I scream, as his mouth works its wonders, and his clever fingers make love to me. I will myself not to have an orgasm in order to keep it going. I don’t want it to end…ever.
But my body doesn’t cooperate. It has no intention of waiting. It’s reached its maximum capacity to handle Stone’s attention. Every inch of me is filled with pleasure and explodes. I gasp, and my torso lifts from the floor as all of my muscles clench in ecstasy. It goes on forever, wave after wave of pleasure hits me until finally, I fall back down, completely sated.
I lie for a moment in my semi-coma state, but I can hear Stone maneuvering above me. Gently, he places his body between my legs. “You all right there, my beauty? Would you mind if I…?”
I open my eyes to see his handsome face over mine. He’s supporting his weight on his forearms, and he’s poised over me. I lift my knees, and he nestles even further. “I feel your giant penis,” I say with a smile.
“A woman of appreciation. I like that,” he says, smiling back at me. I lift my knees higher and reach down with one hand to guide him inside me. His smile falters, and his head drops with a moan from his lips. I run my fingers through his hair and squirm against him, welcoming him to my body and silently wishing to welcome him to more than just that.
***
We lay entwined in each other’s arms, naked and spent. My effort to get Stone out of my system has backfired, just like a useless effort to eat a single, solitary potato chip. With Stone, I want the whole damned bag. At least I have this moment with him, quiet, lying on Ruby’s rug, washed in candlelight.
But the moment is short lived when Bark returns. This time he’s barking nonstop. “I think Bark needs therapy,” Stone says, rolling off of me. “Listen, dog, back off. Let the humans make love.”
Bark doesn’t obey. Instead he barks even louder. He’s ruined my last moment with Stone and I want to kill him. I jump up and wag my finger at the dog.
“I will drop kick your ass! Do you hear me, Bark!” I shout. It’s no good. Bark is barking his head off. He starts hopping around while he’s barking. “If I didn’t know better, I would think he’s trying to tell us something.”
“Something about not having sex on his master’s rug, probably. Let’s ignore him.” Stone stands and wraps his arms around me.
“Good idea,” I say, delighted. Bark continues to bark, while Stone kisses me, revving up for part two of my plan to get him out of my system by getting him into my system. Suddenly, Bark stops yapping. At first, I figure he’s given up, but his silence is quickly followed by a sound upstairs, like heavy boots hitting the floor. Stone and I stop dead. “Was that the storm?” I ask against his lips.
He shushes me and tosses me my clothes.
“I’m sure it’s nothing,” he says, but that doesn’t stop him from getting dressed as quickly as possible. There’s another noise from upstairs, and Bark jumps into Stone’s arms, hiding his head. “I don’t think that was the storm.”
“Oh my God, it’s the chainsaw killer,” I whisper touching his arm.
“This is not a horror movie we’re living in. This is real life,” Stone whispers back.
“It’s a real chainsaw killer,” I insist. “It was on the news. He escaped the authorities when he went to the bathroom.”
“Are you joking? Are you being sarcastic? Is this something Marcy told you?”
“No, I saw it on the news just before the lights went out. “Rock Tucker is the chainsaw killer. He’s somewhere on the island.”
“Rock? Come on, Norma. Nobody’s named Rock.”
I bite my lower lip. Since we just had sex for the first time, I don’t think I should point out that his name is Stone.
