35
Chad
We begrudgingly got out of bed. We talked about showering together, but we knew we’d never make it to class on time if we did that. I got dressed quickly, gave Emily a kiss, and left. I had to get back to my apartment to grab my book bag.
I didn’t have much time to think about our night together, but I definitely felt satisfied by how well we connected. If the sexual chemistry wasn’t there, I’m not sure I would have continued with the relationship. Fortunately, our connection was out of this world. I couldn’t have been happier.
As I was running up the stairs to the first class, my phone rang. It was Greg, the attorney I’d met the night before. I answered on the first ring.
“Hi, Greg. That was fast. What’s up?” I asked him anxiously.
“I just talked to Martin’s attorney, and he agrees this is a frivolous lawsuit, but Martin has insisted that he see it through. Since he filed all of the appropriate papers, we will have to go to court on the date you’ve been summoned. It should be a routine discussion and subsequent dismissal. If you don’t show up, the judge could potentially rule in Martin’s favor. I’d be happy to join you at the hearing. It sounds like Emily hurt his ego by breaking up with him. Dating you seems to have rubbed a tremendous amount of salt into his fragile wounds.”
I couldn’t believe I had to face this asshole again. “OK, I’ll be there. I’d appreciate you being there with me. I can’t risk having anything on my record.”
“Of course. It would be my pleasure. I’ve known Emily since she was a baby. Ian and I have been friends forever. I’ll make this go away. Don’t worry about it.”
I felt so much better. I knew Greg had my back. “I don’t know how to thank you enough.”
“No need. I’ll see you next Monday at two.”
I hung up with him and walked into class. Emily could tell something was up.
“What happened, Chad?”
“I just got off the phone with Greg. He said I have to appear in court on Monday. I’ll have to talk to the professor, since I’ll have to miss class.”
“I’m sorry you have to go through this. Do you want me to go with you?”
I wasn’t sure if that was a good idea or not. “No, I don’t think so. I’d rather have you take notes, and we can get together Monday night and you can teach me a thing or two,” I said with another thought in mind.
“I think you are the one teaching me a thing or two, Mr. Baldwin,” she said coyly.
I had to laugh. “I believe you have a great deal more to learn. Education has never been so interesting.”
At that point the professor came into the room, and class started. Every once in a while, I’d catch Emily staring at me. She was so alluring.
It was a really busy week for both of us. I never thought I would ever be so inundated with reading material. The amount we were expected to read every night was daunting. There was no way Emily and I could spend time together. There was just too much to do.
We made a plan to get together Saturday afternoon around four at the gym to play racquetball and then go to dinner. We hadn’t been intimate in almost a week, and I thought I was going to combust. I was pretty sure she was feeling the same way.
Saturday finally arrived. We met at the gym, as planned. She was warming up on a treadmill when I got there. That was a good idea, since we had both been sitting in the library all day. She actually studied in a different spot from me because she needed to look up some information in the law library, which was separate from the main area I liked to work in. It was probably best, since we often got distracted when we studied together.
“Ready to get your ass whipped?” she said as I approached her.
I liked that idea. “That sounds like a great idea, angel.”
Emily laughed loudly. “On the court, Baldwin. What you have in mind will have to wait,” she said authoritatively.
“I’m holding you to that,” I told her.
We played five games. She was more athletic than I’d thought on the court. I won three of the five games, but none of them were easy wins. She was very athletic and fast, which made her a challenging opponent.
She had brought her iPod in the racquetball room so we could play to music. That made it even more fun. At random times I would catch her singing or even dancing a little. We definitely needed to play more often. It felt amazing to run around and smash the ball. It was a demanding workout and a cathartic release.
After our separate showers, we met in the lobby. “How about we try sushi again, since it was a bust last time?” Emily suggested.
“Sounds good to me.”
Dinner was great. We never ran out of things to talk about. When we finished I suggested we walk back to her place. It would help us digest our meal, and I missed being in the fresh air. It would probably be a forty-five minute walk, but she was game.
I held her hand the whole way, and I couldn’t wait to hold more of her. We were getting close to her place when I turned toward her and pulled her into my chest.
“What are you doing?” she asked, surprised.
“This,” I said, and I kissed her eagerly. “I’ve missed you and that scrumptious body of yours, and I can’t wait to get you naked.”
“Scrumptious, huh?”
“Indeed. I just needed a quick taste before we went any further.”
I let go of her body and grabbed her hand again. We walked much more briskly toward her place. It was obvious we both had the same driving needs.
We sucked face like horny teens as the elevator climbed to the top floor. When the door opened, she nearly ran to the penthouse door. She opened it quickly and pulled me inside. Our backpacks went flying, and our coats hastily ended up on the floor next to them.
Emily surprised me and jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist. The kissing continued, as did the groping. There were way too many clothes between us. I needed to fix that.
I backed up to the couch and sat down with her still wrapped around me. I broke the kiss so I could get her shirt and bra off. That took no time at all. She seemed to like the idea, so she helped me take my shirt off as well. I sucked on her breasts, and she pulled at my hair and rubbed her hips against mine.
“Stand up,” I ordered her.
“On the couch?” she asked.
“Yes.” She stood up. Her legs straddled my thighs. I pulled her yoga pants down to her calves. I took one leg off at a time so she didn’t fall over. Her beautiful body was right in front of my face. I couldn’t help myself; it was time to devour her. She held on to the top of my head, and I began feasting on her. This was not the time to be gentle. I wanted her to scream my name.
I rubbed her ass as I sucked her hard. She pushed her hips against my mouth and made the most hedonistic sounds. I held her tightly as I heard her coming. She was so responsive, I couldn’t wait a minute longer.
As soon as I knew she had finished, I let go of her ass and undid my pants. I slid them down just far enough to let my throbbing body out of its prison. I helped her lower herself down so she was lying on the couch. I guided myself into her. She was wet and snug. It felt like heaven.
I took my time nestling my body into hers because I knew I was large, and I didn’t want to hurt her. She instinctively lifted her knees as I buried myself deeper into her core.
“Is this too deep?” I asked her.
“I like it deep,” she murmured almost incoherently.
Once I was fully in her, she started to move her hips. It was slow at first but didn’t stay that way for very long. I continued to make love to her breasts and suck on her neck as she pushed her body into mine with perfect rhythm. I used my hands to help lift her hips. She couldn’t have been pressed any closer to me if she tried.
Although I was on top, she controlled the pace. I liked having her in control. It was unexpected and sexy as hell. The pace became frenzied, and all sorts of crazy sounds were emanating from both of our mouths. We came fast, and we came hard. Damn, this woman was hot. Once was definitely not going to be enough tonight.
I repositioned my body gingerly so I could lie down next to her on the couch, being careful not to break the bond we had in our midsections. I kissed her lovingly and stroked her hair so I could see her flushed face.
“That was pretty hot, angel,” I said to her.
She chuckled like a schoolgirl. “It sure was.”
“You know,” I said seriously, “that was just the warm-up. I am not done with you yet.”
She looked serious for a second. “Don’t you need a minute to…um…recover?”
God, she was adorable. “I do need a few minutes, but not as many as you think.” I started to massage her breasts gently and French kiss her. We explored each other’s bodies between kisses and talked about how remarkable the first round was. Talking about sex always got me riled up. I could feel my body start to get hard again. We kept making out until I was ready.
“I’d like to crawl back on top of you. Can you wrap your legs around my back?” I asked her.
She didn’t bother to answer. She wrapped her legs securely around my back, which urged my hips closer. I began the dance this time. I felt her hips move underneath me. She was as eager as I was. My thrusts were steady as I sucked on her neck and ears.
“Can you do it harder?” I liked that she felt comfortable asking me for what she wanted. Who was I to deny this beautiful vixen? I thought I was being careful because I was so deep into her. She obviously liked the sensation.
I honored her request by putting more of my weight behind every thrust. The sounds coming from her were all I needed to know I was not hurting her. In fact just the opposite was happening. It was bringing her closer to her release. I was slamming into her body with so much gusto, I could hear my balls slapping against her ass. The sound of our love making fueled my desire to new heights.
This time when she yelled, “Harder!” it was not a question but an adamant demand. The harder I pushed, the happier she seemed. Our release came in violent spurts, like it was the first time in months instead of the second time in a short while.
When I finally stopped moving, I could tell Emily was about to say something. “Holy shit, that was amazing!” she mumbled. I gave her a kiss on the lips and tried to pull out of her and stand up. “No, don’t leave me,” she whined.
“Woman, I need water, or I’m going to pass out. Between racquetball, the sushi, and now you, I’m parched. Besides, I need to keep my strength up. Our night is far from over,” I told her mischievously.
“Water does sound necessary,” she agreed. I got up reluctantly and fetched two bottles of water from the kitchen. We both sat up and drank from our respective bottles. She leaned into me, and I put my arm around her.
“Thank you,” she said earnestly.
“For what?” I wasn’t sure what she was thanking me for.
“For showing me that sex doesn’t have to be an unfulfilling and routine part of a relationship. I never knew it could be like this. You make it fun and satisfying in ways I didn’t know existed outside of a smutty romance novel.”
“You’re very good for my ego, but I can’t take all of the credit. You are a gorgeous, passionate woman who makes me want to devour you as well as please you. I’ve enjoyed this as much as you have,” I admitted to her honestly. “In fact sex with you is the best I’ve ever had in my life. I didn’t know it could be this good either.”
I could feel tears hitting my chest. I pulled back and turned her to face me. “Babe, what’s wrong?” Now I was getting nervous.
“I’m just happy…relieved…overwhelmed. Oh, hell, I can’t explain. Last month I was in a loveless, passionless relationship. I felt trapped, unhappy, and suffocating. I feel like I’ve been reborn. I can’t explain what our short time together has done for me. I feel alive and beautiful for the first time in my life.” The tears kept trickling down her face. What the fuck did this guy do to her?
“You deserve this and so much more. I’ve felt very alone in this new city, and you’ve made it feel like home. I can’t explain how your love has filled a void in my heart.”
“Love?” She picked out that one word. Yes, I imagined she would. It was the feeling I got from her, and it was the way I felt. I meant it, though, and I didn’t want to take it back.
“Yes, love. Maybe you don’t love me, but I believe that is what I feel for you. I can’t explain this connection any more than you can, but it’s more real than anything I’ve ever felt.” Holy shit, this was becoming very real.
The tears were steadily falling down her face now. “You love me?” she whispered.
I wiped some of the tears away, but that didn’t feel right, so I kissed them instead. “I do. I know it hasn’t been long, but I love you, Emily.”
She crawled on top of me and put her arms around my neck. She put her forehead against mine. I wrapped my arms around her. I saw her close her eyes and heard her take a deep breath. I waited for her to talk. I’d said more than I probably should have.
She leaned back and looked me in the eyes. “It doesn’t make sense, because it’s so soon,” she said. “But I love you too.”
I pulled her back close to me and hugged her. I could feel her crying again. “Hey, love is a good thing. Why are you crying?” I needed to know what she was thinking.
“I just can’t believe this is happening. My life has changed so quickly—for the better. It’s just a lot to take in, you know?”
“I do. I also know I feel sweaty and sticky from fooling around and a little sore from playing racquetball. Any chance this gorgeous penthouse has a Jacuzzi tub anyplace?” I asked her.
“As a matter of fact, it does. My father’s suite has one. Why don’t you start the water, and I’ll get some champagne to celebrate?”
I gave her a quick kiss. “Sounds like an excellent plan. I’ll meet you in there.”
I found the tub and turned on the water and then took a minute to admire my surroundings. The bathroom was beautiful. There were dark green his and her sinks surrounded by beige marble. The tile on the floor was a pale sage with beige undertones. The walls were also painted a pale sage color. The tub was surrounded by a darker green marble that was elegant and tasteful and matched the sinks. It was a very calm and inviting room.
There were a variety of bath salts sitting next to the tub. I smelled them all before I decided on the lavender scented one. There were a few candles in the bathroom, so I lit them. I dimmed the lights. I pulled out two oversize bath towels from a cupboard and sat on the edge of the tub waiting for her.
Emily walked into the bathroom completely naked, carrying a bottle of champagne and two champagne flutes. She looked like a vision. I took the bottle from her and poured champagne in each of the flutes.
“To us,” I toasted.
“To us,” she said back to me.
We set the flutes on the edge of the tub and climbed in. She sat between my legs, with her back to my chest. I hit the button for the jets to start. It felt heavenly.
“My father said he fell in love the first night he met Katharine. I found it really hard to believe. But now I believe him. I guess it is possible.” She was thinking out loud, and I was so happy she felt the same way.
“My parents met on a beach. My mother was about to go surfing and was having a hard time getting her board off her Jeep. My dad saw her struggling with the ropes and went to help her. They said it was love at first sight. Pretty cool, huh?”
“It sure is.”
We sat in silence for a while, drinking our champagne and touching each other. When our flutes were empty, I leaned forward to pour more into our glasses.
“Why don’t we take this party to the bedroom?” Emily suggested. I helped her stand up and get out of the tub. I wrapped a towel around her and dried her off. She reached for the other towel and draped it around my back. When we were dry enough, we blew out the candles, grabbed the champagne, and headed to her bedroom.
Emily lit a few candles in the bedroom and turned on some music. Barry White’s voice filled the room. She told me she liked old-school R&B. So did I. I filled the glasses, and we crawled into bed.
“Tell me something I don’t know about you,” I said to her.
“I resented my sister for having a baby even though I’m not ready to have one yet. Isn’t that silly?” she asked.
“No, you’re the older sister. Normally you would be the one to have a child first. But you have too much ambition to be careless about birth control. You’re going to be a wonderful mother one day, but now is not the time. You shouldn’t beat yourself up for having feelings about it. How do you feel now?”
“Oh, I love Brian so much. He is such a joy. All the resentment I felt in the beginning is long gone. And Jackson and Sara love each other so much. I can only be happy for them. Now tell me something I don’t know about you,” she said to me.
I thought about something she would find interesting. “I’ve read books about how to make love to a woman.”
“Get out! You mentioned that before, but I didn’t believe you. So there really are books on that?” She laughed but was obviously intrigued.
“There sure are. There are all sorts of books that describe in detail how to have good sex. My father told me it’s important to be a good lover. He also told me a woman’s needs should always come first. He said a healthy sex life is key to a good marriage,” I explained.
“Well, you’ve proven to me that you are an excellent study. I never knew sex could be so amazing.”
“Hmm, amazing, you say? Let’s see if we can find something new and equally amazing, shall we?” I took the glass from her hand and set in on the table. I crawled back in bed with my feet on the pillow and my face near her midsection.
“Turn toward me,” I instructed her. It didn’t take her long to figure out what I had in mind. I started kissing her between her legs, and she reached for my erection. She used her hands at first, which felt good. I was a lot taller than she was, so I wasn’t sure how well this would work. She tried to put her mouth on me, but the angle wasn’t quite right. I repositioned myself so I was lying on my back and pulled her so she was lying on top of me. I pulled her most delicate parts onto my face while she found exactly what she was looking for.
I made love to her with my mouth as she explored my body. Barry White was singing, “Can’t Get Enough of Your Love, Babe” in the background. It was the perfect song. After several minutes I realized I didn’t want this round to end this way. I wanted to be inside of her.
“Come here, angel. I’d like to try a new position,” I told her.
“But I’m having fun with this one,” she whined.
“Trust me, you’ll like what I have planned. Roll onto your stomach. Here, put these pillows under your stomach so that beautiful ass is in my face.”
She did exactly as I instructed. I rubbed the insides of her legs so she was forced to spread them wider. I knew her body was primed and ready for me. I eased myself into her.
“How does that feel?” I asked her.
“Great,” she mumbled into the pillow.
As I began thrusting my body into hers, I reached my hand under her stomach and found her clit. I cupped my hand around her as I pounded my body into her from behind. I buried my mouth into the back of her neck. “You are so tight and wet. I don’t think I’ll ever get my fill of you,” I told her.
“I don’t want this to ever end either, Chad. I really, really like it this way. Please don’t stop. I need more,” she begged.
Who was I to deny my little vixen what she wanted? My one hand found her breast while my other hand continued to rub her clit. I sucked on the side of her face, her ear, and her neck. It felt like I was melting into her back. We were one person, one heartbeat, and one love.
When we finished we fell into an exhausted slumber. We were intertwined like two lovers who couldn’t get enough of each other, which was exactly what we were.