The Beginning (12 page)

“Look we are twins.” I announce when I walk back out into the suite.

“In here,” Jonathan calls from the bedroom. I pad into the room and when I arrive I see the beautiful king size bed that is in the middle of the room. Jonathan is leaned against the headboard with his MacBook on his lap. He looks up at me standing in the door, “You look like a sexy ninja.” Jonathan tells me.

“Thank you, but my feet are cold.”

“Top drawer right there,” and he points over to the dresser next to the window. Inside the drawer, I grab nice white pair of men’s running socks. “Here,” and Jonathan points to the spot right next to him. I leap from my spot and fly onto the bed.

“Hi,” he says.

“Hey.”

“Feet please, and give me those socks.” I love instructions from him.

I comply and he puts his socks on my feet, and kisses the arch on each after doing so.

“Better?”

“Yes.”

“Good now come here,” and he points to right between his legs. I crawl over and he places two pillows down and puts his laptop on them. Hmm, not what I thought.

“Rest your head here on the pillows while I work for a bit.” I lay down between his legs with my head on the pillows and he pulls his legs like scissors straight next to mine, and hands me the remote. I turn it on and start channel surfing. It’s after midnight and I settle on an old movie. The last thing I here is a tap tap tapping on the keys and I fall asleep.

I wake up to the sensation of fingers in my locks. Jonathan is running them across my scalp, then taking the ends of my hair, curling it around his tips, and then unwrapping it again. My eyes flutter open and I am laying on my side, with my head using his thigh for a pillow. I turn to look up at him, his face is very somber, and I can’t tell if it’s good or bad. Holding my gaze he reaches down, puts his hands under my arms, and pulls me up towards him. I get up on my knees to sit in front of him, opposite him, between his legs.

The ugliness of tonight feels a million miles away. I just stare at his face, his deep cerulean eyes, those soft tempting lips, and that soft stubble that feels like velvet on my skin. The attention that Jonathan shows me tonight has been more than I have ever known from a man. I feel a small tear run down my face.

Jonathan puts both of his hands around my face and leans into me.

“Kitten, what’s wrong?” and he wipes the tear away with his thumb. I swallow hard and find my voice.

“I don’t know anyone like you. I have never dated a guy that would even bring me soup when I was sick. Hell, I never dated a guy that would give me his jacket if I were cold. They have always been nothing but inconsiderate or maybe just self absorbed. I never said anything. I never knew I should. I just took them as they were, but this, you tonight; I mean it’s crazy how we met to begin with, but now, all this care, it’s just a lot for me to take in.”

Saying nothing he pulls my face into his, kisses my eyes, kisses down my cheeks, and then finding my mouth, he gently kisses my lips with his. I lean in closer and place my hands on his thighs, kissing him back. Jonathan speeds up his kisses but gently runs his tongue on my lips. I greedily open my mouth wanting more, and he plunges his tongue inside me. “mmmmm” he  moans as he enters my mouth. I gasp at his moan and crawl up closer to him, I want to get as close to him as possible. He pulls me into him, clawing my back as he grabs me. Our mouths are hot and wet with need while we kiss. I put up my hands and place them around his on neck and hold onto him, I can feel his soft hair on my fingertips. Jonathan has tangled his hands into my hair and grabbing on the back of my hair pulls it quickly so that my mouth is pulled of his, and my throat is open and exposed. He moves down my chin, to my neck and licks and kisses me up and down, I gulp, gasp, and moan as he wanders my tender skin. Manipulating my head with his hands, he moves it left to right as he covers every inch of my throat.

In a quick move, he slides his hands down to my shoulders and flips me so that I am facing away from him. Jonathan grabs my hips and pulls me up to him as far as I can go. With my legs straight out, he crosses his over my ankles to keep them flat. Now he has his hands on the side of my jaw, rubbing my temples and pulling my hair back to get to my ears. Running his tongue on the outside, then inner lining of my ear and lobes. His fingers on the left ear, match his tongue on the right one. I lean into him letting have all access to my skin, and he insatiably takes it. His hands start to wander down to my chest and slip into my camisole. My nipples are hard and wanting of his touch. Jonathan circles around them with sturdy fingers, teasing me, and I arch my back trying to push them into his hands.

“Lenox” he growls, “I have missed touching you.”

“I have ached for your touch.” I confess.

“Do you touch yourself and pretend it’s me?”

“I do, all the time. I close my eyes, picture your face, and imagine it’s your fingers making me cum.”

“Good, I like knowing you do that. Can you tell?” As he pulls me in even tighter, I can feel him full and hard behind me.

With this admission, he finally grabs my nipples and pulls on them both, and twists them with his fingers. I arch my lower back again and whimper loudly. “Yes” Jonathan says, with a hiss. He pulls the straps of my cami down below my breasts and they pop out to make them easier for him to play with. He spends so much time pulling, twisting, rubbing, and playing with my nipples, and it is driving me wild. He wets his finger in his mouth and it makes them slide slickly over my nipples, it’s a kind of pleasure I have never known. I don’t know how much more I can take from his playful teasing.

“Jonathan please, your killing me. I can’t stand it.” I am writhing in frustration but can’t move due to his legs holding mine down. I turn my head up to his and whisper, please, put me out of my misery. “Want me to stop?” he offers.

“NO!”

He chuckles; and he puts his mouth down on mine again and circles my tongue with his. “Ok kitten.” With that, he plunges his right hand down my yoga pants, under my new panties and into my wetness. Rubbing around under my thong, he whispers in my ear, “Smooth.” “Spa day, wax.” I tell him. I feel his face that is pressed into mine smile.

Jonathan continues to move around the place that is soaking wet with anticipation.

“You are so wet aren’t you? I can’t believe it”

“I told you, I am easily aroused by you.”

“I love it.” With that, he continues to work his fingers down between my legs and puts two of them inside me, gently pulling them in and out while rubbing my nipples furiously. “AAaaahhhhh” comes out from deep inside me, and I grip the outside of Jonathans legs while he keeps mine pinned down and wiggling under his. After a few more thrusts with his fingers, he pulls them out and up to my hard and waiting clitoris, as soon as he touches it, I cry out with pleasure, I am so close and I am going cum. Saying nothing he just rubs it in small rhythmic circles, I feel a strong warmth taking over my body, and I can feel the rise from deep inside and I know what is going to happen, I start to whimper, please please please please, and Jonathan replies yes yes yes yes in my ear and the circles keep going. I feel the rise and then I grasp his thighs and open my legs more to his fingers, and arch my back for him oh god, oh yes, yes he says, cum for me please and with that I explode into a shaking orgasm that forces out a final cry of his name. When I cum Jonathan clamps his hand down onto me and feels me convulse and my legs quiver. After a moment, my entire body slackens and I sink into him with voltage surging through my body. I let out a big exhale….ooooohhhhh god I whisper. Jonathan takes his hand from my out of my yoga pants, pulls up my camisole and wraps his arms around me in a big hug. We fall asleep like this.

Friday

Ritz Carlton…in the shower

How did I not kill those fuckers?

I have never called a girl a pet name before but it comes out so naturally with her.

Does she think we are dating? After what she said, I am nervous.

She still does not know my situation back home.

She was so upset about my last reveal, how could I drop this bombshell now.

Damn she turns me on and I want her so desperately.

How much longer can I wait to be inside her?

I need to go look at her sleeping.

I have to taste her sweet honey again.

I can hear the shower running in the master bathroom next me. I don’t want to get out of bed, I don’t know if Jonathan has work to do and might ask me to leave. I hear the twist of the doorknob from the bathroom turn and I cross my arm over my eyes to cover them and pretend I am still asleep. I hear Jonathan open a drawer and I take a peek from under my elbow. He is naked from his shower and a magnificent sexy man. I realize that he has seen my body but I have never seen any of his. It is a beautiful; he is cut like a Greek statue. Long lean muscles make up his form, and when he moves you can see them flex and lengthen. His butt is round and pert with those glute muscle dimples I find so appealing on a man. I only see his back as he puts on his boxer briefs, jeans, and a blue button down shirt from the closet. His look is casual sexy confidence and I want him instantly. I would love his fingers to caress my body and his lips to run all over my nipples. Mentally I send him a message to come over and ravish me in the early morning sunlight so I can see his face and kiss his soft lips. I sigh as if I am dreaming; sure he is going to go work.

    A moment later, I feel the bed indent next me and the weight of his body next to mine. Jonathan leans down next to my ear and whispers, “Lenox, are you asleep?”

I mumble something unintelligible in case he wants me to get up and leave. “Don’t wake up, keep your eyes closed” he tells me. I feel him move down to the edge of the bed, and slide off. Jonathan gently grabs my ankles, careful not to jostle me, and slowly pulls me down towards the end of the bed. My knees are now bent, and my feet graze the floor. Delicately he puts his palms on my knees and pulls them apart, I can feel him lean forward and put his face near the seam of my yoga pants. His fingers come up and over the fabric as he meticulously rubs them up and down along me. The warm core between my legs starts to twitch with anticipation. Jonathan leans into the black spandex and blows with hot breath that I can feel weave through the fabric and find its way into me. I tense and clench my folds around my clitoris in response. I can feel him starting to take his lips and kiss up and down the new wetness that is seeping out of me.

I find it hard to pretend to stay asleep and keep still while his lips and fingers run up and down my yoga pants. Just when I am thinking about waking up he takes it up a notch and reaches into the waist band of my pants and slowly eases them down along with the G-string I am wearing, little by little they descend to my knees, feet, and then the floor. Once they are off, Jonathan gently grabs behind my knees and pulls me down a little closer to him and he spreads my legs further apart to give him complete access to my soft, warm, wet folds and clitoris. For a moment there is no movement, I almost want to open my eyes and see if he left. Then I feel the soft licking. Jonathan is taking the tip of his tongue slowly and meticulously licking me up and down, every inch, it is unhurried and sensual. I can feel him go in and out of me, from the bottom to the top, and then run around right on the inside of my pussy, clockwise. With no other part of him touching me, it is the most enrapturing and carnal sensation I have known. After encircling inside me, his tongue travels to my outside and up to my clitoris. Jonathan flattens his tongue and circles me again all around the throbbing button but never touches it. I begin to wriggle and moan from the teasing and want of sweet orgasmic release he holds just out of my grasp. Deep “mmmhhh” sounds echo from my throat and I am no longer pretending to sleep. My head is thrashing from side to side and I am gripping the sheets with hands into little fists of hope. Jonathan places his hands on my naked thighs, runs them up to my stomach and then back down to my pubic area and uses his fingers to open me up and expose myself completely to him. “You taste so good, like honey,” he whispers. With that declaration, he dives back into me and furiously sucks on me while bobbing his head up and down. My hot blood surged pearl is in his mouth with his tongue running around it while he sucks and sucks. I begin to whimper and wriggle even more, and louder, please oh my god please make me cum Jonathan, please I beg him. He briefly stops and whispers into me, “I will baby,” and goes back to work. My hips begin to move up to reach his mouth and bring him closer, deeper, harder on me and I want him to own me, to take all of me in his mouth. Jonathan takes his arms and scoops them under my upper thighs and around the top of my hips so he can lift them up and pull me into his mouth completely. He owns me; he is in charge of my body and my orgasm. “Take me, take me all, its your pussy baby, just have it all,” I tell him and with this admission he goes faster and I know I am about to be racked by an incredible climax that already has my legs shaking and my heart beating out of my chest. Thrashing, rocking and panting I am about to give him my all, “I am going to cum for you baby,” I tell him.

“Yeeesss” he hisses onto me and goes back to sucking and then I feel my crescendo and the climbing and numb feeling that comes just before you plummet, and with a final push up of my hips into his salty wet lips I let go and scream out his name. I convulse around his tongue and feel blood rushing through every pore of my skin, a tingling current from my head to my toes, and I am breathless. It is in this moment, laying here exposed and fulfilled I know that I will take what I can get from him. Weeks, months, whenever he can get away and come see me, I will wait. I will wait for him. I want to be his.