Aiken

Visiting New York City, I had a newfound appreciation for city slickers. Yeah, the city was vibrant and alive, but after a few days of the lights and the noise, I was ready to go. The last night, Claire and I went for sushi, which admittedly I didn’t have much experience with, other than the shrimp tempura rolls at the grocery store.

“You’ll like this.” Claire lifted a piece of sashimi—Lord only knew what the heck that was—in her chopsticks. She fed it to me, and I graciously accepted her fingers anywhere near my mouth.

“One of the benefits of traveling to conferences. Good food,” she said while I chewed. We were in the upper level of some pseudo-restaurant-nightclub place with sushi and ramen.

Ramen! Fucking shit was pennies at Big Lots.

“I probably just swallowed a fifty-dollar piece of fish. That tiny little hunk was worth more than my shirt.”

“Tonight’s my treat,” Claire sipped her glass of red wine, and I took a long pull of my Sapporo.

“Not a chance, and that’s not why I said it. I’d eat fifty pieces of fifty-dollar fish to make you happy.”

The walls shook from the DJ mixing up some techno and hip-hop. Fusion. New York was the fusion capital of the world, mixing and merging two seemingly unrelated things everywhere we went.

“We’re like this joint,” I declared. “This city. It’s all about mixing it up. This and that. Things that don’t mix, but then they do. Like you and me. I’d say we work pretty damn fucking well. We’re fusion at its finest.”

“Is that so? So you’re admitting that we’re a mismatch?”

“Don’t put words in my mouth, missy. I’m admitting no such thing. I’m saying we work well. Like this place with its crazy music and expensive sushi mixed with bare-bottom ramen noodles. I’ll tell you what, though…what I’m not going to do is eat some fancy-shit ramen. They sell that in the grocery store for sixty-nine cents, and now they want twenty-five bucks for ramen with pulled pork?”

Claire laughed. “Guess you’re not converting to city boy anytime soon, farm boy?”

“Not a chance in hell.”

I hooked her chair with my foot and dragged her close. Not paying any mind to us being in public, I threaded my fingers through her hair and made her mouth mine. She tasted like wasabi, soy sauce, and Cabernet. I wanted to savor it all, especially her. My lips moved slowly, taking my good ol’ time, leaving nothing on the table, and hinting at what would come later.

“Ramen is the last thing on my mind,” my lady admitted when I set her lips free.

“Good. How ’bout you finish your wine and we order room service for dessert later? After we work off dinner?”

“Perfect…only because Smitty is back at the hotel alone.”

I couldn’t help but smirk at her joke.

And quite a joke it was. As soon as we got back to the hotel, I hustled Smitty down for a quick pee. When I returned to the room, Claire clipped his leash off faster than lightning and shoved me against the door.

I should’ve mentioned she was wearing nothing but a silk thing—camisole, I think it was called—when I returned with Smitty.

My back dug into the molding on the door, and I welcomed the pain. She clawed at my sides underneath my shirt until she yanked the whole thing over my head, only releasing my mouth for a millisecond to complete the task, and then she was right back to kissing the hell out of me.

Nothing better than being equally ravenous for each other. Claire pressed to me, her tits, nipples hard, grazing my chest, only the silk barrier between us.

“Aiken,” she muttered.

“Yeah?”

“Need you.”

“All you have to say.” I lifted her, her legs wrapping around me, and carried her to the bed. Setting her in front of me, splayed out like absolute perfection, I shoved out of my jeans, knocking my boots off. Everything in a heap on the floor, Smitty curled on the sofa, I braced my weight on one arm as I covered Claire.

I knew she wanted it quick, but I took my time, lowering her nightie thing, my mouth taking her nipple and then the other. When her nipples were both puckered, I lifted the silk in the other direction, my lips making a path to her navel. I traced the outer rim of her belly button with my tongue and then lowered until my knees settled on the floor. With my mouth at a perfect point, my tongue flicked at her sensitive spot while I used my finger to find other sensitive areas. Claire moaned and grabbed my hair, pulling me close and tugging me away before pulling me close again.

“Oh God,” she muttered before her knees and thighs tightened around my shoulders, holding me in place, while she rode the crest of her climax.

No way in hell I rushed her through that. I continued a slower version of moments earlier. Licking, laving, sucking, and stayed with her until the end.

Then, as slowly as I’d made my way down, I quick as hell was on top of her, condom rolled on, and diving into the best spot on earth.

As promised, we had chocolate ripple cheesecake later in bed.

And then we worked it off.