Rebound (27 page)

I pulled away from his hold and moved
to the side of his body. I turned to face his cock and moved my
body to straddle his face, giving him access to my eager pussy. He
groaned as he drove his tongue inside my cut while I licked and
suckled gently on his crown and cupped his sack. I stroked his
length with my free hand and took him into my mouth as much as
allowed, his length too long for me to take him in to the root. My
free arm held me up so that I wouldn’t put all my weight on him. I
missed his smell, his taste, the smoothness of his shaft, the
hardness of his muscles, and his tender hold. From the sounds of
his moans and feel of his licks, dips and suckles, he missed me
too.

I bobbed up and down his cock as I
stroked at the base, and he thrust gently upwards, finding a
rhythm. I tried not to writhe while on him. I wanted him to have
total control, but it was impossible to sync it all. I felt him
enter two long fingers into my opening. His thumb applied pressure
as it circled my clit. His tongue and thumb alternated attention on
my clit, and the waves of orgasm started building in my core. Once
I knew I was beyond the point of no return, I released him from my
mouth, and steadied myself. One last suckle of the sensitive nub, I
arched my back and I went over the edge, shuddering and clenching
my core around his fingers.

I moved from straddling him. I didn’t
take time to recover from my climax because I wanted to get him
off. I reached over to his drawer and pulled out a condom. He
groaned, “Eventually, you’re going to have to let me in bare.” I
leaned over him and kissed him, tasting and smelling my juices on
his beard. I licked at his beard and kissed him deeply, my tongue
playing with his. I pulled away to remove the rubber from the foil,
and rolled the condom on his shaft, and lay beside him.

“
Take me.” I whispered.
Matt rolled onto my body, and I parted my legs for him to enter me.
I felt the passion dissipate a little with his expressed need to go
bare. Despite his showing me his medical records and knowing he’s
clean, I wasn’t ready to allow him to be inside me without a
barrier. I needed to play these encounters safe. Either of us could
lose interest and I didn’t want to be careless and create a bad
habit.

Who was I kidding? I couldn’t foresee
losing interest in him. Ever.

Matt rhythmically drove inside of me
with his full length. He gathered my legs by the ankles and placed
them on his left shoulder. He pumped in an out of my went channel,
leaving just the tip at my entrance each time.

“
I’ve missed this . . .
I’ve missed you . . . Don’t ever leave me . . . I need you.” He
revealed each sentiment with each thrust. He parted my legs and
lifted my lower body up, holding my hips as he drove into me. The
sounds of our bodies joining at our core increased my arousal. I
needed him closer, softer, and slower. I parted my legs to lay on
each side of him. He lowered himself onto me, kissing me gently,
and slowing his movement when my hand on his buttock set the pace.
As he thrust, I writhed up to meet him at each stroke. I felt a
wave of emotion, the tears gathered at the back of my eyes. The
room wasn’t dark enough to hide them from him. I struggled to fight
the tears back, but the tears streamed nonetheless.

“
What’s wrong? Am I
hurting you, baby?” He asked with concern in his voice stopping,
his hardness still inside of me.

“
No. I’m fine. Really
fine. It’s just the connection. I missed you.” I clenched my pussy,
and pulled his ass closer to continue his thrusts. I wiped at the
tears of my right side. He wiped the tears on my left temple and
kissed me gently, just like I needed. His thrusts increased in
pace. I felt his fingers touch my clit to prompt me toward orgasm.
He never failed to make me come. When he felt me clenching my core
in orgasm, I felt him jerk to release.

Matt lay down on my left side still
within me, holding me close with his strong arm. He cupped my face
with his free hand and urged my face forward to meet his. He gave
me a soft peck on the lips. We continued to give each other soft
kisses. It was so loving and romantic. I felt an attachment, a need
to be with him for more than just sex. His flaccid cock recoiled
from my folds. After a few more kisses, he pulled away and said,
“I’ll be right back.” He went to the bathroom. I stood and went to
the other bathroom to relieve myself and clean up.

When I returned to the master bedroom,
he was already in bed. “Come to bed.” He said while extending his
hand to me. I walked over to him and gave him a kiss. He grabbed me
around the waist and pulled me over and onto the bed like I weighed
no more than a feather. I felt myself cream with need.

“
Unless you’re ready to go
again, stop being so damn sexy.” I warned.

“
Oh, so you’re ready for
me.” He grinned.

“
Baby, when it comes to
you, I’m ready every nanosecond. You must be tired and we have all
day.” I said as I moved to lie beside him. I tucked my toes under
the covers and wriggled down to rest against his hard body. “Turn
over.” I asked.

“
Why?”

“
Cause I want to spoon
you.”

“
You what?”

“
I want to spoon you. You
know, hold you from behind.” He looked at me like I was crazy.
“Seriously, babe, turn over. If you hold me to your chest, we’ll
never get any rest.” He turned over on his side, which from
previous experience, I noted he loved sleeping on his right side. I
pressed my breasts to his back. He felt so warm. My body tucked
behind his muscular body. I snaked my arm around his waist and
pressed my check to his back. He pulled my arm to his chest and
kissed my fingers.

“
I don’t think that your
tits pressed against my back and your pussy against my ass is going
to make me less horny.” I laughed, and his chuckle rumbled our
bodies.

“
You’re so comfy and I
love feeling up your body, but you’re always the one to spoon.
Since you left, I’ve just wanted to hold you like this even though
we don’t match up in size. So be quiet and go to sleep and I’ll see
you later in the morning.” I kissed him on the back and snuggled
closer. Our breathing settled into the same pace. We fell asleep
with him in my arms.

***

I was awoken by the sound of Matt’s
phone ringing. I knew it wasn’t mine because it didn’t sound like
any of my ring tones. I felt him stir before me. I moved away from
him to fetch my phone so I could see the time. It was after eleven
in the morning. Matt sleepily grabbed his phone and answered it. I
listened as he greeted the caller. He turned onto his back and put
his arm over his eyes, shielding from the sunlight peeking through
the sheer drapes. I’d forgotten to adjust the light blocking drapes
on the window wall of his master bedroom.

“
I just got in.” He
responded to the caller. “That’s today?” Matt paused as he
listened. “Man. I’m jet lagged. My girl is here. Can’t we
reschedule?” I tuned in to his claiming me as his girl. Internally,
I shrieked with glee. “Well, then I’m bringing my girl.” I suddenly
got nervous. Where was he planning to take me? “What time? Where?”
He hummed in understanding. “We’ll be there at 6. Everyone better
be on their best behavior tonight with my girl around. And make
sure everybody tells their hens, especially your’s, to include my
girl.” Pause. “Yeah, later.” He hung up, sighed and tossed the
phone back on the side table. “Fuck.” He whispered.

“
What’s wrong?” I asked
hoping he would tell me what the call was all about.

“
You told me that you were
going to cook for me, but that was my friend reminding me of an
event. I forgot that I’m scheduled to have dinner tonight with my
friends. We have dinner once at least once a month. We can’t miss
our get-togethers unless it’s an emergency. I have to go to dinner
and I’d like for you to join us.” I was excited to meet his
friends, but I was nervous that I wouldn’t measure up.

I paused to think about my readiness
to meet his friends. I needed to know more about them. I decided to
ask, “Who am I meeting?”

“
Well, there are four of
them. There’s Brady. He’s dating the blonde you thought was my
girlfriend. He’s a corporate executive. He’s a bit judgmental and
aloof, so don’t take anything he does or says personally. There’s
Kent. He’s travels for his business. He’s based between Boston and
Las Vegas. Lark is the youngest one of us. He was in our year in
school. He’s a genius and skipped ahead a few grades, ending up in
our class year. His parents thought he was mature enough to go away
to boarding school, but they didn’t consider how much he’d be
taunted, so we protected him. He used to be so awkward, but now, he
changes women more than he does his underwear. Stay away from him.
He likes brunettes with curves, like you.” He said pulling me to
him and kissing my neck. His hand went from my waist down my hip
and thigh. He pulled me in for a kiss.

“
You said there were four.
That was three. Who’s left?” I prompted.

“
That would be Zipper. His
real name is Kevin Zipperer, but we just call him Zipper. Everyone
does. He’s an attorney. He’s usually the life of the party. He’s
extremely funny, can work a room. My best buddy. He’s like a
brother. We were roommates in school. He has a long term
girlfriend, being the most monogamous out of the bunch. Other than
me, of course.” He gave me a kiss in confirmation. I ran my finger
down his cheek. “His girlfriend is Jenna. They’ve been together for
a couple of years. I thought they’d get married by now, but I think
because of my divorce, he got cold feet.”

“
What about the
girlfriends of the other two? What do you know about them?” I asked
out of need to gauge how I would fall in the hierarchy of the
group. “Well, I don’t know who Kent is dating because he’s been
traveling, so it may be a flavor of the week.” Was I a flavor of
the week? I wondered. “Lark is pretty much the same because he’s a
man whore. And girls love him and the money he throws around. I
gave a warning to Brady that everyone is to behave tonight. I don’t
want them scaring you off.”

“
Are you sure you want me
there? I don’t want you to feel like you have to take care of me
when you should be with your friends.” I wasn’t sure if I wanted to
meet with a big group.

“
Of course I want you
there. I want to spend the day with you. You took the day off to be
with me, and I’m not going anywhere without you. Yes, I have a
stupid pact with my friends, but it doesn’t mean we don’t bend the
rules and not include our dates.”

“
Did your ex-wife go to
the dinners too?” After I asked it, I instantly felt
regret.

“
Yeah. I took her a few
times. She knew Jenna, but I wouldn’t say that they were friends.”
I wondered if they got along. My silence must have worried him.
“It’ll be a great dinner. We’re going to Carve, which is a
fantastic steak restaurant. The guys and I will talk in private
before we eat and you can meet with the girls. You’re great with
people, so there shouldn’t be a problem. Okay?”

He nuzzled my neck and nipped under my
ear. My nipples pearled from the moment he touched me. His hand
roamed up my midsection and cupped my breast. His head dipped down
to take my nipple in his mouth, and I arched my back, pushing
myself to him as he squeezed my other nipple. He kissed his way to
my other breast and suckled the other one. I moaned as he gently
bit it and flicked it with his tongue. He knew exactly how to love
my body. “I love your boobs.”

“
Is that the medical term,
Doctor?”

“
Yes.” He climbed over my
body and rested in between my legs. “You’re coming with me. I want
you there. I’m sorry that it changed our plans, but we’ll be
together.” He humped me. I moaned when his pelvis ground into my
mound. We kissed, our tongues joining and weaving around, darting
in and out of each other’s mouths. Matt pulled back his bottom half
and I could feel the tip of erection seeking entry. I was
surprised, then I became annoyed at his sneaky maneuver.

I gasped, clenched my pussy, and
twisted my legs to prevent his impermissible entry. “Matt, I’ll go
with you, but I need to cook the roast now and freeze it, otherwise
I wouldn’t be able to make it in the future. I’d hate for it to go
to waste.” I said, passive aggressively. I didn’t want to call him
on almost breaking my rule. “I don’t have anything to wear here.
Can you run me over to my place to pick up a dress and
heels?”

“
You want to do all of
those things now.” He looked from my face to our lower half a
couple of times.

“
Yes. It’ll be noon soon,
and there is so much to do.”

“
I was kinda in the middle
of something.”

“
No. You were ready to be
in the middle of something when I stopped you from doing something
I really wasn’t ready for.” I stared in his eyes.

“
Can I be in the middle of
something, if I grab a condom?”

“
Always.” With a grunt, he
reached over to his drawer and pulled out a foil. He rolled it in
place.

“
Hey.” I placed my hands
on his belly to stop him. “Don’t fuck me annoyed because I’m not
ready to have sex without a condom.”

“
I’m not annoyed.” He sat
back on his heels, a hint of frustration in his voice. I rose up to
sit in front of him, my legs on either side of his legs.