I SAT ON my porch in the dark and waited for car lights to slip through the woods surrounding my driveway. She should have been here by now. My leg bounced as I counted to sixty again and again. The light over the shop highlighted one of my works in progress: a six-foot otter rested across two sawhorses. I liked this project and lost myself in plotting the cuts I still needed to make.
Lights blinded me as her car bounced over the ruts of the unpaved drive. I stood and pointed to the side of the shop where she could park. “What took you so long?”
“I ended up folding all of the blankets to annoy Lori. Or that’s what she accused me of doing. Woman is almost nine months pregnant, I couldn’t leave her with a mess.” She strolled toward me on the porch.
“You’re good people, King.”
She took the steps two at a time until she stood in front of me. “Maybe I don’t want to be good.” Her mouth met mine, warm and wet.
I let her take control as she slammed our bodies into the doorframe. I reached behind myself to open the door, and pulled her inside with me. Still kissing, we stumbled into the living room and landed against the side of the couch. I lifted her by the hips and she spread her legs to wrap them around me. Her tongue stroked mine, and I let my hands wander everywhere, shoving fabric out of the way as I went. Her coat, sweater, and shirt flew across the couch, landing on the floor and coffee table. She reached around to unclasp her pink lace bra. My hands cupped her warm flesh while hers undid my belt and lowered my zipper. Cool fingers reached inside to grasp me. I jumped at the shock of the contrast between warm and cold. She leaned too far and tumbled over the couch, landing in a soft heap on the cushions. I jumped over to follow her, my laughter joining hers as we made out like horny teenagers, half-dressed and rounding second base for third.
Her phone vibrated and rang from the floor. We paused in our kissing, and I waited for her to say something.
“Ignore it. Nothing good comes from late night phone calls.”
I shifted to release some pressure where the zipper of my open fly ground into my skin.
“Take your pants off,” she commanded.
I paused. “Bossy much?”
“We’re going to end up naked eventually. Why wait and prolong the inevitable?”
“The inevitable sounds like the ice shelf melting or polar bears going extinct. Doomsday and disaster. Not hot sex.”
“Who said the sex was hot?” She smirked at me.
I nipped her shoulder. “I believe you did less than an hour ago. Isn’t that why you’re here?”
With a gentle shove, she encouraged me to roll to my side. She shifted to the edge of the couch and said, “Actually, I only needed to use your bathroom.”
Laughing, she moved out of range before I could pull her to me. With a few quick movements, she dropped her jeans and stepped out of her underwear. I sat up fully to watch her, attempting to figure out her next move. She both confused and intrigued me.
Before I could stand, she dashed over to the stairs and up the first few steps. I nearly tripped over my own jeans trying to catch up to her, and then face planted on the first stair, barely bracing myself with my hands in a semi-pantsless push-up. After an awkward struggle, I kicked off my jeans and boots, following her upstairs in only my boxers and socks.
Both the bedroom and bathroom doors were closed. I peeked into the bedroom and found it empty. Waiting for her, I propped myself up on the pillows and stripped off my remaining clothing. The house was cold, but my skin felt flushed when I took myself in hand and stroked. Running water and the faint squeak of the door opening announced her return. She strode into the room and studied me for a few seconds before flopping on the bed next to me.
“Here, let me.” She moved my hand out of the way, and again, her cool skin contrasted against mine.
“Shit, why are your hands always so cold?”
She paused and loosened her grip. “Want me to stop?”
“No, but you should get them checked out. Maybe you have a heart condition.” I pulled her toward me and kissed her. Her hand set the rhythm and our mouths echoed it. I slowed down the pace and touched the tops of her thighs, dragging my hand slowly up and over her hip before settling in the space between her legs. My fingers met with smooth skin below a small patch of hair. I paused. Hailey had waxed since our last meet-up. She was definitely a single girl now. I briefly wondered if she had other men besides me.
I stretched my arm to reach the top drawer in the nightstand, but she leaned over me to grab the condom. She pulled out a long row of them and gave me a sidelong look. “Jeez, do you buy them in bulk?”
“Of course. Those things add up.”
Her eyes flashed to mine and I shrugged. We’d already been over this. Without breaking eye contact, she tore the edge of the wrapper with her teeth.
That was hot. I loved when a woman took charge. Sometimes. Better than lying there like a log and making me do all the work. Where was the fun in that? Sex, after all, was about fun, not work.
She straddled my hips, beaming down on me. I matched her grin and gripped her thighs, urging her up, wanting to be inside of her.
Her hands covered mine and she whispered, “Patience.”
“Patience is a virtue and I’m not feeling particularly virtuous right now. Don’t tease.” I flicked her nipple.
With a smooth movement, she impaled herself on me until there was nothing left of me outside of her. She paused and I felt her open further to accommodate me. I fought the urge to thrust and grind myself into her, seeking a way to feel more of this amazing sensation. I wanted to feel her without the condom. Would she feel like silk or velvet?
I stopped. I never had sex without a condom. Ever.
Well, not since high school and the pregnancy scare. After, I ruled I’d never trust a woman when she said she was on the pill.
“Tom?”
I still hadn’t moved. I opened my eyes to meet green ones.
“Did I do something wrong?” She shifted her position as if to climb off me.
I held her in place and thrusted. “No, nothing wrong. Everything right.”
Holding her lower back and hip with one hand and the other on her boob, I moved her above me. She arched her back and tossed her head, tweaking her nipple.
“You’re beautiful.” The truth slipped out without thought.
Her eyes flashed open and she leaned forward to kiss me, bracing her arms near my head. It changed the angle and I went deeper. I wanted more.
I rolled us over and lifted her legs to my shoulders. Ah, there it was—the sensation where I couldn’t tell I ended and she began. So deep I wished my dick was bigger, longer, thicker to feel more of her. Not that I had a small dick.
She closed her eyes, and I studied her face, prolonging this feeling. She had a small dark freckle on her cheekbone near her left eye. Her lips parted and I noticed the bottom one was much fuller than the top. Her front teeth bit into the plump flesh and I envied them. I leaned forward to claim it for my own, causing her to moan and tighten her arms around me. My hand snaked between us and I stroked her clit. Her palm lay on top of mine and she showed me how much and where, releasing me when I figured it out.
This was different than the first night. Last time, I didn’t feel I had to prove anything. I knew I would show her the time she wanted, even if she believed she was using me for sex. Tonight, she took charge, but I won.
Her teeth found her lip again when I pinched her nipple and pressed against her with my thumb. She tensed and tightened around me before she came. I stared at her face, gorgeous in ecstasy, and felt myself near the edge. I paused and pulled out for a second. Her eyes fluttered open.
“Did you come?” she asked.
I shook my head. “I need a break before you go for seconds.”
A slow, blissed-out grin spread across her face. “Pretty cocky, aren’t you?”
I raised a shoulder and stroked myself. “Roll over and we’ll see if it’s cockiness or confidence. Or both.”
She lifted on all fours like a good girl with her face peering over her shoulder as I stroked her ass. “What are you waiting for?”
“Simply admiring the view.” I gave her cheek a slap and she replied with a soft moan. When I slapped the other one she moaned louder.
“I like that.”
“Which part?” I spanked her at the bottom of the curve of her ass.
“That. And when you take charge.”
“I know. Ready?” I plunged into her again, quickly finding our rhythm. As much as I loved this position, I wasn’t sure if I could keep my promise of another orgasm. Bracing on one arm, she reached up to stroke herself, arching against my thrusts.
Good old-fashioned teamwork brought her another orgasm before I felt myself tip over into my own. I lost myself, pulled under by pleasure, as I grunted and moaned. Exhausted, I fell on top of her and she collapsed beneath me. Our chests heaved and a fine layer of sweat sealed our skin together. I moved her hair from her neck and lightly bit her shoulder.
“Hi,” she whispered. “You’re crushing me.”
I stretched, my arms and legs taking up the middle of my king bed. A slight ache reminded me of the sex last night. Blinking open my eyes in the bright morning light, I listened for sounds of water in the bathroom. Normal stillness in the house answered me. I lifted my head and studied the space for signs Hailey was still here.
“Idaho?” I called out.
Nothing.
I located my boxers on the floor and stepped into them. The floor was cold and I hopped around to avoid making prolonged contact on my way to the bathroom. I didn’t smell coffee or breakfast cooking on my way down the stairs. Her clothes were gone from the coffee table and floor. The couch cushions had been fluffed into their normal positions. I threw on my shirt from last night that smelled of smoke from the bonfire, and padded over to the kitchen to make coffee. No note on the counter either.
Huh.
I spun around and studied the rooms. No sign she’d ever been here at all.
Little did she know, I’d planned to make her breakfast.
Oh well.
Her loss.
I found my phone and scrolled through to see if she’d texted.
Nothing.
I realized I didn’t have her phone number. Why would I? I had no need to call her before. I guess I could get it from work on Monday. Not that I needed it. I wasn’t going to chase her.
I smirked, confident there would be a next time. Sex with Hailey was different, better.