The Beginning (16 page)

“Now what do you want to eat?” He asks, “I am starving and missed my late lunch after the panel because of you.” I blush finding out he blew off the rest of his afternoon to come to me. I throw up my hand in a whatever gesture, and he picks up the phone. “Seth hello, yes everything is perfect,” and as he says perfect Jonathan squeezes my hand, “We need some food from the restaurant please. I would like the Asparagus Risotto for two, the organic chicken, the rib eye medium rare, and a large fresh salad with whatever is in season and a fresh dressing, something lite, the bruschetta and one of each of the four desserts. Now, are there already wine parings for all of those in the cabinet? I have not had a chance to look at it yet. Good thank you. I am going to need something else from you, but I will email you later about it. No hurry on the food, we have an appetizer up here now. Thank you.” Jonathan hangs up the phone, hands me my wine, and grabs his glass. We clink and take a large drink.

“What appetizer do we have?” I question.

A steely gaze is pointed on my face, uh oh, I am afraid of the answer.

“Why it is you my dear,” and he takes my glass and his and puts them back down.

I brace myself and giggle at the same time. Jonathan lies down on his back and pulls me on top of him. My pelvis is resting on his lower stomach, and his skin feels smooth between my legs. The position makes me a little nervous and I don’t relax right away. Jonathan puts his hands on my thighs and rubs them up and down them, “Why are you so tense all of the sudden?” he asks me. I decide to be honest because at this point, we have to be, “I have never been very, ahem, confident in this position.” I lower my head and rub my hands on his chest. “Why is that?” he prods. “I don’t know, its just awkward being on display, and I don’t know what feels good for the guy, and it’s just, you know, scary.”

Jonathan runs his hands up my thighs, to my hips and pulls me down towards him. I lean down into him as he grabs my cheeks and pulls me in even further. “Kitten, listen to me. I am crazy about you, I will never do anything to scare you, hurt you, or make you uncomfortable. Here, in the bedroom, or wherever, we will never do anything you are not ready for and ok with. Hear me?” With that promise, he leans up and kisses me a soft, kiss that is both tender and strong at the same time. When we pull apart, I nod.

“Ok and just so you know, THAT was not what I had in mind anyways, THIS is my appetizer.” In a aggressive move, he scoots his body down, grabs my butt, and pulls me up to him with his mouth now between my legs. Holy shit.

Jonathan grabs two pillows from the top of bed and places one on each side if him. First, he grabs my right knee, “Lift” he tells me and moves the pillow under my shin, and then does the same thing with the right. This position keeps my legs relaxed and opens me up to him more. He reaches up around the top of my thighs to clasp his hands behind me and pulls me in close to his mouth. I can feel my legs throbbing with anticipation but I feel him do nothing but breathe on me. His fiery breathing goes over my wetness and my folds like a flame from a fire you sat to close to. After a minute of just breathing, I feel him flick his tongue out to trace just the outer part of my lips. Gently he sends it further inside to taste me. “Mmmmm you taste like sex, sweet sex from us.” He goes in deeper and licks all around me, lapping up the wetness that spills from me due to his touch. The wetter he gets me, the harder it is to keep still, I grab onto his forearms and watch him tongue me, his eyes are closed and he looks like he is enjoying himself. While moving up and down my slit, he suddenly opens his eyes and looks straight up at me and into my soul and it shakes me, making my thighs quake. I can feel a pool of me dripping out and onto his chest, he can too, and takes his fingers to rub it into his skin and looks up me, “I love how wet you get, it turns me on.” “You, only you do this to me,” and with that I start to move my hips a little more, rocking them into his face. “Oooohhhh I know what you want baby and I am going to give it to you.” With this affirmation, he pulls me in even closer and my clit is now right in front of his mouth, “Lean forward a little, and grab the headboard,” he instructs me. I do as I am told and lean over, and when I do it brings my throbbing clit straight to his lips, and he begins to suck it. Pulling on it and running his tongue around makes me know I am going to cum in a matter seconds.

Jonathan is grabbing onto me, pulling me into him, and sucking away giving me relentless oral torture. I feel my hips start to move and buck, pushing into him more, as I grip the top of headboard for support, “that’s my girl” he whispers and grabs my ass tighter. The buildup that is coming feels like a freight train getting closer and closer, I feel nothing but pleasure radiating from my core and out my pores. I rock faster and Jonathan sucks harder on my clit and then suddenly its here, and with a final push of my hips into his mouth, I grip the headboard, throw my head back, and yell out “Jonathan!” as I shake into a climax that forced my hips to buck uncontrollably on top of his chest.

Completely gratified and spent, I lean down to grab Jonathans face and kiss him hard. I can taste myself and what he makes my body do, “thank you thank you thank you” I say and cover his face and mouth with kisses. He kisses me back and chuckles, “I have never cum so hard,” I tell him.

“Good, anytime kitten, I love making you feel this way,” with that he pulls me down into a bear hug, my legs straighten and are weak. “How can I ever repay you?” I offer back.

“Oh I can think of several ways,” and he gives me that evil glint of the pillager that he is.

“Make a list,” I tell him.

“It’s all up here,” and he taps his head.

Apparently, during our “appetizer,” room service was delivered in the main sitting area, and set up on dinning room table. “Do you they think heard us?” I ask Jonathan as we make up plates of food, dressed in four seasons robes, and starving.

“No, but I’ll bet they heard you!” and he smiles. I blush, it’s probably true, but I am not embarrassed for some reason. We eat in bed and watch some TV, we are both starving and finish the wine. Soon we are finished eating, and Jonathan gets up, grabs the dinner dishes from me, and puts them on the dresser. Taking off his robe, he then comes over to remove mine. I scoot my butt and let him pull it out from under me. Jonathan throws it on the floor next to the bed. Crawling into bed next to me, he pulls me into him, wrapping both his arms around me, as I curl up closely. Full and exhausted from our long day, we quickly begin to breath in sync.
The last thing Jonathan says before he falls asleep is, “Here,” and kisses my hand three times.

Tuesday

The sun wakes me a little after six and Jonathan and I are no longer entangled. He is on his back, with one leg over mine, our hands held on his chest and with my head on his arm. I feel pleased and confident that I made the right choice in coming out here. Although I have no idea what will happen next with us, where we will go from here, I promise myself to keep an open mind and see where this takes me. My eyes close and I drift back to sleep.

Tuesday…a.m... shower

I can’t believe she is here. After what happened last time, I thought I would never see her again, definitely not in California. The thrill I got from seeing her, leaning against that wall was Christmas in July. She looked so vulnerable, so innocent. Lenox is a girl with no agenda, I am not used to that from people. Everyone wants something from me, especially Alisha. That bitch is on a mission. I have to find a way to make this work, if I can just get Lenox to agree, and hold on a little longer. Her raw beauty makes me speechless, every time I see her I am overtaken with a primal need to take her. She felt as good as I had imagined. With the sweetest, tightest, softest pussy of any woman, I had ever known. Being inside her was enough to push me into a mind-blowing climax, but I also feel something more, a connection of sorts. I am going to take her away with me today, surprise her, and be inside her as much as I can, and breathe her all in.

When I open my eyes again, I see Jonathan standing in the doorway of the bathroom staring at me. “Hi.” He says, and walks over to sit next to me on the bed.

“Hey.” I reply as he grabs my right hand, pulls the palm to his lips, and gives me those three quick kisses that I am starting to love. Looking into my eyes, he looks tranquil and relaxed as I feel.

“You know what I want?” I ask him.

“What? Anything for you.” He shows me a glint in his eye and an evil smirk working its way to the corner of his mouth, his eyes pan down my naked body, settling between my legs.

“Coffee,” I tell him.

I get that great deep laugh in response, “Done,” and Jonathan picks up the phone and tells Seth to send us the works.

In our robes, drinking coffee and eating breakfast in the early morning light we are silent. Basking in each other’s company I promise myself to enjoy the moment and be happy with what this is. Jonathan looks mouthwatering sitting there freshly showered with wet hair, waking up, and satisfied from our tryst last night. He catches me looking at him and winks at me, a nice evil grin rolling up the side of his face. I bite my lip and wonder what that grin means.

“Well kitten, as much as I would love to suck that bottom lip as well as every other protruding part of your delectable body, we have to get going.” My mind races, are we checking out, am I leaving, is he going to work. My face must register panic because Jonathan gets up from his chair, and walks over behind mine. Putting his hands on my shoulders he rubs them gently, slides them down and I think he is going into my robe and to my breasts, but he stops. Instead, he grabs my neck, runs up my jaw and pulls my head upward to see his face looking down at mine, holding my gaze for a minute, he whispers, “together.” I smile now that I know we are not separating just yet. Jonathan moves one of his hands to the nape of my neck and gently pulls my hair, “up, let’s go,” he orders me.

“I need to have my bag brought up from my rental car.” I yell out as he walks into the bathroom.

“No, it should all be up by the door in the entry way.” I pad over to look and see my carry on bag, and two other designer leather duffel bags in the hall.

“Hey whose are these?” I call out as I pick up mine.

“What?” and Jonathan walks into the entry hall naked, and brushing his teeth. In the full morning light, I get the best view of his body I have ever had. His form is strong, athletic, and powerful. His arms look sturdy enough to lift a tree, but not bulky or bulging. His chest is also solid and well defined with cut abs that leads to a sexy v shape down his pelvis. Jonathan’s legs cut into three perfect muscles down to his feet. There is a soft sprinkling of dark hair on his pecks, and navel with treasure trail heading down to his groin, it continues spotted on his thighs and shins as well.

However, what I notice predominantly was the power stick between his legs. Long, thick, soft, and inviting, even though I had only been acquainted with it for less than a day, I know I want more from it. Catching my gaze between his legs, Jonathan takes the toothbrush out of his mouth, walks over to me, kisses me on the nose, and says, “Not now, later” reaching down to pick up one of the new bags. “The other one is yours,” and he heads back into the main suite.

Curious, I grab the other bag and follow him into the bedroom. Putting it down on the bed, I unzip it to look inside; it is women’s clothes. “What is this?” I call out.

“It’s stuff for you, for our trip.” I hear over running water.

“Trip?” I say excitedly.

“Yes, now, no more questions, get ready we have to go.”

Rummaging through the bag, I pull out cute but expensive things, item after item. “Where are we going, I mean what do I dress for?” I inquired.

“Short car trip, windy, cool, but comfortable.” He tells me. Jonathan is rummaging through his bag, and pulls out some soft worn jeans, brown suede loafers, a white t-shirt, blue-checkered boxer briefs, and a colorful blue-checkered oxford shirt. I love his casual preppy style, and wonder how he would look all dressed up.

“Do you ever wear a suit?” I ask.

“Not if I don’t have to, and even then, I get away with as little as possible.”

“I think I like seeing you in as little as possible,” and I wink.

“I think I like seeing you sprawled out naked on a bed in front of me,” he counters.

“Yeah?” and I raise an eyebrow full of invitation.

“Oh yes and stop, we are leaving in 15.”

In the bag, I find khaki slim fit capris, a pink bra with matching panties in the softest cotton I have ever felt, and an expensive silk long sleeve pink sweater. I add my white converse, and head into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth, and hair slipping it into top knot on my head.

“Ok ready,” I shout out.

“Let’s roll.” Jonathan already packed up both of our bags and has a bellman waiting outside the door for us. When he takes our bags, Jonathan clasps my hand and we head to the elevator. As we ride down, he brings our clinched hands up to his mouth and gives mine three quick kisses. Before the door opens, he lets go and whispers in my ear, “Walk out the front doors, turn left and walk towards the hydrangea bushes down the drive, just keep going and I will pick you up.” His marital status suddenly slaps me in the face.