First Class to New York (11 page)

Matt pulled her back into his embrace and kissed her again,
this time letting her feel the lust that was controlling him. He pushed his hands
all over her back and down into her panties to feel her warm cheeks. His
fingers kneaded and pulled her hips into his, as he pushed into her harder.

Janie ran her hands through his hair, and brazenly rubbed
herself along his long, hard penis. Matt gasped and stood up straight, pulling
his mouth from hers. Stunned at his retreat, Janie stepped backwards and started
to trip on the dress caught in her shoes. Matt grabbed her shoulders and
steadied her, then turned to the lamp on the desk and switched it on. A soft
glow fell over the room and Matt drank in the sight of her, standing in front
of him in only her bra and panties, the black heels still on her feet. Her lips
were red and swollen and her eyes half-closed. Matt couldn’t look away, she was
so beautiful.

He walked her backwards to the bed and sat her down then
forced himself to let go of her soft skin. He took off his jacket and threw it
on the desk chair. Then he loosened his tie, pulled it over his head and it
landed on top of his jacket. He lowered himself to one knee, never breaking eye
contact, as Janie lowered her eyes to watch him. He untied one shoe lace and
removed his shoe and his sock, then changed knees and untied the other shoe
lace and removed that shoe and sock. He laid his hands on Janie’s knees and
slid them up her legs. His thumbs brushed the inside of her thighs and he could
feel her tremble. He moved his hands just an inch higher and his thumbs grazed
her panties. They were wet and Matt almost came undone at the discovery.

Janie reached for the buttons on Matt’s pink shirt. She
started with the very top button and moved down, undoing one after the other.
She couldn’t believe she was being so bold, and when she came to the last
exposed button, she pulled at his shirt to release it from his trousers and
pushed it open to expose his chest. She lowered her eyes to find what she had
revealed.
Oh my!
Defined muscles over smooth skin with a smattering of
dark hair stood before her. She closed her eyes briefly trying to regain her
courage, and she opened her eyes and looked at Matt. He was watching her,
studying her, and when he smiled she all but came right there.

He placed his hands on either side of her face and gently
pulled her to him, his lips parting as he kissed her again. Janie placed her
hands on him, feeling the hardness of his chest. She felt his breath catch and
it blew her mind that she had an effect on him. That knowledge gave her confidence,
and she lowered her hands to his belt and unbuckled it slowly. As her hands
were moving, she could feel the tip of his penis and it excited her more. Matt
pulled away and grabbed her wrists. His mouth was pursed and his eyes flew
open.

“Mother of God!  What are you trying to do to me?” Matt’s
teeth were gritted and Janie was frightened by his tone. When Matt saw her
expression, he let go of her wrists and pulled her into his arms. “I didn’t
mean to scare you, sweet Janie. But I’m going to explode if I don’t fuck you
soon. I am unraveling right before your eyes.” Matt chuckled and Janie relaxed
in his embrace.

“I thought I had done something wrong,” she whispered,
embarrassed.

Matt pushed her away and ran his finger down her cheek.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he grinned. “Good crazy.”

A faint smile appeared at the corners of Janie’s mouth and
she exhaled slowly and her eyelids fluttered as she spoke. “I feel the same
way.”

Matt stood and peeled off his shirt, throwing it behind him
and pulled the belt through its loops and deposited it on the growing pile on
the chair. Then he undid the button. Janie’s eyes watched his hands as he
slowly unzipped his pants. Matt pulled out one leg and then the other and
placed them on his belt. He stood in front of her in just his black boxer
briefs, a giant bulge in front of her eyes.

 Janie kicked off her shoes and stood in front of him, their
bodies barely touching.
It’s now or never,
she thought and reached
around behind her and unhooked her bra. Matt slipped the straps down her
shoulders and pulled the lace away from her body. His mouth formed and
O
and he leaned in and placed one single kiss at the base of her throat.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed against her skin.

The sensation sent a tingle all the way down to her toes and
she closed her eyes and lifted her chin, giving him all the access he wanted. Matt
moved down her breast bone and kissed the top of her breasts, the soft mounds
that had been exposed on Sunday night that had driven him wild wondering how
the dewy skin would feel on his tongue. He licked and kissed and only when he
had satisfied himself did he move down to her perfect nipples. They were hard
as he took one, and then the other, into his mouth and sucked gently, rolling
his tongue over them again and again. Janie shoved her fingers through his hair
and held on as the excitement built inside her.

Matt moved lower, kissing her as he went. He knelt on one
knee and grabbed her hips in his hands, her hands still in his hair. Janie
stopped breathing, her eyes wide as she watched him pull down her lace panties.
She lifted one foot and then the other and kicked them aside. Matt leaned in to
her curly dark hair. He kissed her softly and she gasped, pleasure sweeping
through her body.

Matt kissed her again, and again Janie gasped. He pulled her
down so she was once again sitting on the end of the bed. With a graveled
voice, he told her to lie back, and she did, her eyes now squeezed shut. He
kissed her again and her body was strung tight like a bow. Matt pushed her legs
apart and caressed her inner thighs with his thumbs and then she felt his
tongue. It was circling her clitoris, going around and around and Janie grabbed
the blanket on the bed and cried out as her body went rigid and her orgasm
ripped through her. “Holy shit!”

Matt rolled back on his ankle and wiped his mouth with the
back of his hand. He stood up and leaned over Janie’s now limp body and kissed
her belly button, her nipples, and finally her lips. “My turn,” he whispered in
her ear, and turned and grabbed a condom from his jacket pocket.

Towering over her, Janie was left speechless as he ripped
off his briefs and exposed his giant manhood. She had not seen anything quite
that impressive. He ripped the foil wrapper open and pulled out the rubber,
guiding it over his penis and down the length of him. Janie unconsciously
pushed her way up the bed till her head was resting on the pillow and Matt
climbed over her, one knee at a time. He leaned over and kissed her hard on the
lips and then nipped her chin with his teeth. His mouth moved down her throat
and found her nipples once more. As he licked and sucked on one, his hand was
pulling and teasing the other, and then he switched. Janie didn’t think she
could stand any more pleasure. Her hips started lifting, trying to find relief
in his touch.

Matt grinned a wicked smile and pushed her legs apart with
his knee. Janie lifter her knees and planted her feet next to his legs and
bucked once more.

“I gotcha, sweet Janie,” and Matt pushed into her, slowly
and steadily, sliding in hard and deep. Janie moaned with pleasure and Matt
pulled out. As his eyes stared into hers, he pushed back in, harder this time
and watched her breath catch. “Feels good?”

“Mmmm, yes!” Janie wrapped her arms around him and grabbed
hold of his hips.

Matt pulled out again and then thrust hard into her, over
and over again. The tension was building inside Janie, quicker this time and
each thrust sent her closer and closer until……….

Matt threw his head back, his arms went stiff and his eyes
closed and Janie could feel his orgasm start and that tipped her over the edge and
she fell gloriously down, and down as her second orgasm racked her body.

Matt fell on top of her, his head buried in her hair, his
breathing short and shallow. After he had caught his breath, he leaned up on
his elbows and gazed into her eyes.

“I have never felt a woman come like that.”

Janie lowered her eyelids, her cheeks blushing.

“Open your eyes Janie. Look at me. Don’t be embarrassed.
That was amazing. You are amazing.”

*****

They had made love again, and Janie was lying with her head
on Matt’s chest, still feeling the after-effects of her orgasm. Never in one
night had she experienced three orgasms. Her body was limp, flaccid, refusing
to move. Matt was playing with her hair, winding it around his fingers, his
other hand caressing her arm draped across his chest.

“Janie?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you,” he whispered.

A smile spread across her face and she desperately wanted to
capture this perfect moment in her memory. She wasn’t thinking about anything
else, just purely enjoying the moment. She was utterly and completely
physically spent, but satisfied like she had not experienced before. Matt was
skilled beyond words in the art of making love and she knew that this night
would be the number one highlight of her trip to New York. If she never had sex
again, she would know that the last time had been entirely perfect.

“Penny for your thoughts?” asked Matt.

“I was just thinking how perfect that was.” Janie was
astounded by her honest response.

“Mmm. That it was,” he agreed.

Matt started to sit up, and Janie began to pull away.

“Don’t move!” he grumbled. “I want you exactly where you
are.” He grabbed the corner of the blanket and pulled it over their entwined
bodies. He kissed the top of her head and settled back, pulling her closer.

Janie closed her eyes and could hear his soft, even
breathing. It was hypnotic and slowly Janie drifted off into a deep relaxed
sleep.

*****

She was in a room. It was dark, only a faint light in the
corner. There were no windows but two wooden doors, on opposite sides, closed.
They looked exactly the same. The walls were bare, white, and Janie could see
her faint shadow. She was dressed in the blue gown she had worn to the charity
fundraiser, her feet were bare. There was a knock at the door and Janie turned
to the sound. There was another knock, coming from the opposite door. She
turned again. She walked to the door, but there was no door knob. She crossed
the room to the other door and opened it, but it was just pitch black and a
frigid wind blew across her. She shut it and leaned her forehead against it,
goose bumps all over her skin.
Janie.
She swung around to see who had
called her name and there stood Robert, reaching his hand out to her.

Janie’s eyes flew open. Her heart was pounding hard against
her ribs. She was sweating and her breathing rapid.
Where am I?
Her eyes
acclimated to the darkness around her and she realized it had just been a
dream. She was lying in bed, Matt behind her, his arm resting on her hip. She
could feel his legs behind hers and she heard his steady rhythmic breathing.
Removing his hand from her carefully, so as to not wake him, Janie slid from
the bed and tiptoed into the bathroom and silently closed the door. Pulling a
wash cloth from the marble counter, she dampened it and wiped her face. Taking
some deep breaths, Janie’s heart slowed to a normal rhythm. Switching on the
light, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her eye make-up was smudged, her
lips looked like they had been thoroughly kissed, and her hair was wild. It
looked like she’d just had sex. She closed her eyes and relived Matt fucking
her, his mouth on hers, his tongue darting in and out in concert with each
sensational thrust. The first time they had made love, it had been passionate,
and the second time had been raw, lustful, carnal. Janie had not experienced
that kind of wild abandon before.

Her mind shifted to memories of Robert. Their love-making
had been sweet, playful at times, and fulfilling. They had learned together how
their bodies worked, reacted, and joined as one. It had not been a chore, or a
marital requirement, as she had heard some women complain. She had enjoyed
their intimate moments, relished in the bond they had as a couple.

But Matt was different. His touch was different. Sex had
been different. And she had liked it. No, she had loved it. Her body had
responded to him immediately, in fact, before he had ever touched her. She had
felt her orgasms from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. She had felt
alive for the first time in a long time.

A tear escaped and rolled slowly down her cheek. Robert had
been the only man she had ever slept with, her one and only, and now he wasn’t.
She’d had sex with Matt. Was it a mistake? Had she tarnished her memories of
Robert? Would all of their ‘one and onlys’ slowly disappear one by one? Another
tear fell and another, and soon she was trying to stifle her weeping. She knew
she had to let him go. Robert was her past. She didn’t know what the future
held in store for her, but Robert wouldn’t/couldn’t be part of it.

Turning on the shower, she stepped under the hot water,
trying to wash away the tears. But they wouldn’t stop, and all the emotions she
had held in check for so long bubbled up and poured out and Janie sank to the
floor, the water cascading over her, her body and mind finally letting go.

*****

Matt awoke with a smile still pasted on his face.
Mmmmm,
Janie
, he thought as he reached for her, wanting her again. His hand
touched the cool sheet and then her pillow. She wasn’t there. He opened his eyes
to darkness and searched for the clock; 5:37. His first thought was that it was
unusual for him to sleep this late; he was usually in his gym long before now.
And then the question of where Janie was pushed his eyes open wide and he
searched through the darkness for her.  He heard water.
The shower?
Throwing
the blanket off, he stood and stretched and headed to the bathroom to join the
woman he couldn’t stop thinking about. He opened the door and headed across the
marble floor. Standing at the toilet, his mind wandered back to the most
rewarding sexual experience he’d had in a very long time. He could still taste
her on his tongue.
Sweet Janie.
She was what every woman
ought
to
be; beautiful, sexy, intelligent, witty, kind, innocent.
Sweet, sweet Janie.