Julia 21
Did I say five hundred dollars a night? The suite I’m standing in must cost upwards of twenty-five-hundred a night. It has a marble entryway which leads into an exquisitely decorated sitting room with plush, velvet sofas in a rich plum color and gleaming mahogany tables. There’s a huge gas fireplace with a mantel on one side of the room. I follow Matthew into the bedroom, which is outfitted with a mahogany four-poster bed draped in sheer, gauzy panels. A delicate chandelier casts a warm sepia glow across the entire room. Matthew tosses his suit jacket onto the bed and grabs my hand, pulling me excitedly through another doorway.
“Come on, this is the best part!”
He leads me into a bathroom that must be as big as our entire bedroom at home. Maybe our entire apartment in the city! It’s marble from floor to ceiling, with a soaking tub big enough for four people.
“Watch this,” Matthew grins excitedly, dropping my hand and opening the door to the huge, glass-enclosed shower. “Flip that light switch next you,” he points.
I do as he asks, and we are in total darkness, but only for a moment. Just as I hear the gentle rain of the water as it’s turned on, I see the glow of a brilliant cobalt light from above the showerhead. Matthew pushes a button and now, it’s a soft pink. Again, and we are bathed in a tawdry crimson. I step closer and realize there are showerheads mounted all over this thing. When you stand in the middle, the warm pulsing jets massage while the lights cast a vibrant wash of color over you.
“Matthew,” I marvel, “this is amazing!”
He turns the water off and, with it the light show. We’re in total and complete darkness and, while I sense him close to me, I can’t quite tell where he is. That is, until I feel his hands on me, moving over my body, his lips on my neck and my face and my shoulders. He’s tugging impatiently at the zipper on the back of my dress, but I’m too mesmerized to help him. Finally, he manages it, and the gown falls to my feet. I can hear my breath growing louder and faster to match my rising pulse.
It’s as if his hands are everywhere at one time. The straps of my bra are slipped off my shoulders and he’s cupping my breasts in his hands. I hear him breathing hard now, too, as his lips return to my neck. Suddenly, he’s behind me, groping my left breast gently but firmly. When he takes my earlobe in his mouth, I gasp. I don’t even notice his other hand until it’s under the waistband of my lace panties. He doesn’t waste a single moment as he slips his long, strong fingers into the cleft of my sex, dipping into me, feeling my wetness. A deep, appreciative moan rises from his throat. I almost collapse back onto him as he spreads me and runs a single finger up and down, slowly. Up and down, up and down in a rhythm so hypnotic, that my hips are beginning to sway with his movements.
“Oh, Matthew …” I murmur, my breath growing more rapid with the maddening pleasure that is building. Just when I think I can’t take another second, he is gone.
Wait! What happened?
I can barely formulate the thought when I realize exactly what has happened. He is in front of me now, in the pitch-blackness, on his knees, his palms on each of my thighs as he widens my stance.
“Lean back on the vanity, Julia. It’s just behind you,” he whispers into the darkness.
When I reach back, I realize that the marble countertop is right there. I put my hands flat on it and shift my weight back. In a split second he is lifting me so that I am sitting on it. The surface is smooth and cool. It, like everything else, has a heightened sensuality to it in the strange, lightless space.
God, this is so sexy I can’t stand it. He doesn’t even bother to take my panties off. Instead, he just pulls the crotch aside and slips his tongue into my moist folds. I let out a garbled cry as he manages to hang my legs over his shoulders. Again he is there, this time deeper, finding the spot that makes my entire body tense on contact.
“Ahhhh …” I moan loudly, savoring the added sensation of his clothing as it brushes against my naked thighs. His voice comes to me from below.
“I haven’t been able to think of anything but getting you to myself all night long,” he says and plows into me with a renewed fervor. I’m writhing on the marble, the lace panties allowing me to slip and slide without friction. Things are happening fast, very fast, and I love it.
“God, yes, yes, please, Matthew. Please …” I beg and he doesn’t disappoint. His mouth finds the sensitive nub and latches on with a suction that makes me ball my hands into his hair and throw my head back so it touches the mirror behind me.
“Oh, oh. Ohhhhh, yes. Just like that, right there. Harder.. now ….please … Ohhhhhhh!”
The sound of my orgasm echoes across every inch of the hard-walled room. When I have finally stopped shaking, he pulls away from me and stands up. There are no words between us, he just walks into me and my legs wrap around his waist, my arms around his neck. Still breathing heavily, I rest my face against the shoulder of his dress shirt. The fine silk blend feels soft and cool under my cheek as he carries me to the four-poster bed.
I sink six inches into the soft plushness of the pillow top mattress and watch, lazily as Matthew makes his way around the room, turning out lights and slipping out of each article of clothing he is wearing, one by one. I’m feeling chilly and I start to pull the duvet out from under me so I can get under it, but he holds up a finger for me to wait.
“You’ll be warm in just a second,” he promises with a sexy smile.
Oh, my. I don’t know that I can take much more of his warm-up, but I’m willing to give it a try. It doesn’t take long to find out. The room’s dwindling light is finally extinguished when he reaches a small lamp atop the ornate writing desk. I expect to feel his familiar weight in the bed next to me, but instead I hear him shuffle toward the door to the sitting room.
“What are you doing?” I ask from the bed.
“Give me a second,” he says. “It’s somewhere right around … there it is!”
I hear the flick of a switch and the corner fireplace comes alive, casting its coppery glow across the room and wrapping cozy plumes of warmth around my naked body. I sigh with the comfort of it. Now he joins me on the bed, naked and slightly disheveled from the evening, not to mention what I did to his hair in the bathroom.
He lies on his side and I roll onto mine so we are facing one another.
“I have loved you since the day I first laid eyes on you, you know,” he says softly.
I smile. “I know.”
Part of Matthew is always going to wonder why it took me so long to see what was so obvious to him. But, I can’t worry about what I cannot change. I put a hand to his face, smooth and soft from his earlier shave, and he moves his own hand to meet it.
“I want to …I think we should...” he stops abruptly, closes and reopens his eyes and starts again. “I’d really like for us to have another baby. Soon.”
“Really?” I say sitting up suddenly, unable to control the excitement in my voice. “I thought you wanted to wait until David’s a little older!”
“Yeah, I know …but God, if we’re this crazy about David, how much happier do you think we’d be with another one around the house? Maybe a little girl this time. Or a little brother for David. They could be ‘our boys.’ What do you think?”
“What do I think?” I squeal, bouncing the bed up and down. “Matthew, I wanted to get pregnant right after David was born. Of course, I want to have another baby! Your baby. Our baby!”
It’s a little hard to know exactly how to phrase it without it sounding like David is anything less than our son. But he understands, and he is smiling, still holding my hand to his face.
“What would you name her?”
“I don’t know, I really hadn’t given it much thought since we were putting this on hold. How about if we create a name after we’ve created the kid, okay?”
“Fair enough, Mrs. Ayers,” he murmurs, rolling onto his hands and knees so he can snake his way over to my naked body.
I slip back down so I’m lying on the mattress again and he climbs over me, resting one palm on either side of my head. His knee finds a break between my legs and coaxes them apart so he can align himself with me. I can’t take my eyes off of his face as I reach up and hook my arms under and around his strong shoulders so I can feel them; so I can pull him close enough that his skin is touching mine. He drops down, his forearms flush with the mattress, and I wrap my lower body around him. I rub my calves against the backs of his thighs, loving the feel of his taut muscles across my soft skin. His head drops and his lips find my face. Tiny little kisses rain down on my forehead, my cheeks, my eyelids and my neck.
“What did I ever do to deserve you?” he whispers in my ear.
For him, it’s a rhetorical question uttered in a moment of passion. For me, it’s a sentiment that deserves expression.
“You waited for me to come to my senses,” I whisper.
Matthew stops and raises his head to look down at me. I can see his face clearly against the moonlight streaming through the window. When he pushes his hardness into me, his eyes are fixed on mine. He likes to watch. The more excited I get, the more excited he gets.
“Ughhh …” I let out a reflexive groan with the unexpected fullness of him.
When he starts to move, slowly at first, every inch of me is wanting for every inch of him. In my husband’s arms, the tender and the gentle live side by side with the heat and the full-hearted yearning. To him, sex is never just sex. It’s always an expression of his love; his desire to be as close as two human beings can ever be.
“Oh, Julia,” he whispers, his hands running the outer length of my body from the swell of my breasts to the curve of my hips and thighs. “Oh, God, Julia,” he moans a little louder this time.
Ah, I see we’re on the express train tonight. Works for me! With one swift movement, I manage to roll out from under him and over, until I’m straddling him from above.
“Damn! That was impressive!” he smiles up at me, pleasantly surprised.
“Oh, yeah, I’ve got a million moves,” I brag. “In the morning, I’ll show you my Reverse Cowgirl!”
I’m sure he’d have a comment about that, but as it turns out, I don’t waste any time working my hips in circles around him. His mouth opens into a perfect ‘O,’ and his eyes get big. Time to blow his mind … I close my eyes and throw my head back, rocking back and forth against him.
“God, you are huge!” I murmur, and feel an immediate twitch from within me. “Matthew, oh, God, Matthew!” I exclaim more loudly this time, grinding myself into him deeper and faster.
His hands are on my waist now, guiding me in the motion and rhythm he needs at that second. And a second is about all it takes.
“Ugh! Oh, Jesus!” he exclaims, throwing his head back so far, so fast that he bangs his skull on the headboard. “Owwww! Fuck, that hurt!”
“Oh! Matthew!” I cry out, more in concern the ecstasy, then slap a hand over my mouth to keep myself from laughing. It doesn’t work. For either of us.
I roll off of him and land on my usual side of the bed, facing him, both of us howling with laughter.
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he rasps. “I just got a little … over enthusiastic.”
“I understand,” I say with a coy smile. “Hey, can we take a blue shower now?”