Chapter Twenty-Two

Eliza

The dishes could wait, I decided. If there was one thing that could take my mind off Raymond and my mother, it was kissing Ian. Gunner, I thought as our tongues intertwined. He was Gunner now.

“Ever had sex in the kitchen before?” he asked.

I shook my head and chuckled. “I’m generally quite boring. In the bedroom, on a conference table . . . .”

He bit his lip and kissed me again.

“I have an idea,” he said as he pulled away again. I wanted to tell him to stop kissing me and then pulling away. Every time he took his lips away from mine, it felt like torture.

“What’s that?” I whispered.

“We have sex in the kitchen,” he said. I nodded in reply. “And then we have sex in the bedroom, then the bathroom, then the living room. Have I left any place out?”

“Uh, the hallway? It’s pretty small, though.”

“The hallway, too. I think we make our way around this entire place. What do you think?”

I would never be able to look at anything in my apartment in the same light. I smiled.

“Yes. Yes to all of them.”

“Oh, good. I thought I was going to have to convince you,” he said and leaned in again.

“Oh, don’t worry,” I said. “I’m already convinced.”

Gunner grinned at me. Then he lifted me up and put me on the kitchen counter. It was low enough so that when he leaned in, he was at the perfect height. Also, for the first time, I was finally wearing something that allowed for easy access. He noticed it too. He reached under my skirt and pulled down my underwear, and then he slowly started to unbutton my shirt. When my shirt was finally opened, he smiled.

“No bra today?”

I shook my head. “Thick material. I didn’t need it.”

“It’s my lucky day,” he said.

Soon he was kissing my breasts, licking around my nipples and then tugging at them ever so slightly with his teeth. He was gentle, but the stubble on his face scraped against me. I liked the way it felt. I leaned back and held onto the counter for support. He kissed my neck, sucking softly so that the hairs on my arm stood up. Then he made his way down back toward my breasts, then onto my stomach, and then down, down, down. I opened my legs and gasped as his tongue made its way in between them. I was wet with desire. I opened my eyes and looked down. There was something about seeing him pleasure me that made me want to do the same for him. So I pushed him away and hopped off the counter. Then I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. I knelt down onto the floor and put his penis into my mouth. It was erect, but seemed to harden even more as it probed past my lips. I licked and sucked the length of his shaft while he held onto my head for support. I could feel that he was close, and that made me want him even more.

I stood up. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life. But I was too short for him to do me standing up against the counter.

“Put me back up,” I said, and he lifted me back up again.

I scooted forward, and opened my legs. He knelt down toward his jeans and pulled out a condom. He came forward, kissed me, and then thrust himself inside me. I groaned out loud, and for a while, I forgot all about how close my neighbors were to me, or about the fact that my window was wide open. At that moment, the only thing that mattered was the way that he was making me feel.

“Oh yes!” I cried out. “More! Harder!”

He thrust even harder against me. I had one hand on the counter and one on him for support. “Yes!” I cried out again.

I opened my eyes just as he came inside me, and seeing the sheer ecstatic pleasure on his face during his moment of bliss pushed me over the edge, making me come, too. Once it was over, he kissed me on my neck, and I shivered. He was right. I felt safe with him beside me.

“Well,” I said as we were getting changed again. “That’s the kitchen done,” I said. I ticked off an imaginary list in the air and grinned at him.

“Only a few more to go,” he said. “Then we’ll rate which one was the best.”

I liked that idea. I also liked the fact that he wasn’t going to go home tonight. I just hoped that he didn’t want to leave now that we’d had sex.

“You don’t have to stay, you know,” I said. What I was really thinking was, please don’t go.

“I’m staying. But I need something in return” he said.

“What? Again?” I said, assuming he meant sex.

“Coffee. And cookies.”

I burst out laughing. “Coming right up!”