The Other Other Woman (33 page)

“Of course you do, sweetie, I tell you all the time you should be running that place!” he added, “Want some salmon?”

“No thank you. You know my policy on seafood. But don’t you think, say, a farmer who shovels shit all day or a housekeeper, for instance, physically works a lot harder than either one of us do, and they don’t make anything. You can’t say that harder work always equals better pay because it doesn’t.”

“No, but I would say they should go and get a better education if they don’t like it. Poor people can get grants to go to school for FREE.”

“That’s not as easy as you think. What if they have kids to take care of? And rent to pay while they are going to school? And car payments and health insurance? Did you have to pay for any of that while you went to college? I did, so I had to go at night. And just because you get a degree doesn’t guarantee you will get a great paying job anyway.”

“That’s true. Look at my son, Mr. History Degree,” he agreed. “But I still don’t think I should have to pay fifty percent of MY money to other people who don’t want to work for it.”

“I’m just going to sit here and shake my head at you.”

“Oh, come on, I’m a good guy! I love the gays!” he exclaimed as he laughed and grabbed my hand across the table to kiss it.

“You are hopeless, you know that?”

“You know, it’s nice that we can be on opposing sides and still have stimulating discussions like this without anyone getting upset, don’t you think?” he said.

“Oh yes, I totally agree. I love pointing out all the ways that you are wrong,” I smiled slyly.

“Well, we’ll see who’s pointing things at whom later,” he winked, taking the final bite of my steak.

I just buried my blushing face in my hand and starting laughing. I realized around the same time that we had both finished off an entire bottle of wine for the second time that day.

We were both stuffed after our dinners and, even though it was probably spectacular, we had no room for dessert. It was easily one of the best meals I had ever had, and he agreed, stating that the company was excellent as well as he squeezed my hand across the table. Now that the sun had completely set, the ambiance outside of the restaurant was gorgeous. Only the porch lanterns and candlelight illuminated our faces in the darkness. He paid the bill, and I wasn’t about to argue with him about it. I didn’t even want to guess at how much it was with the wine. He got up and pulled my chair out for me, and as we got up and started walking out, he immediately took my hand in his, which warmed my entire body, and made me tingle with happiness all over again.

The streets were lined by small street lamps, but as we walked back to the car we realized that there were no lights at all in the parking lot. It was pitch black. “Why, you can’t see your hand in front of your face out here!” I announced flirtatiously. “People could be making out all over the place out here and no one would even know!”

“Let’s see,” he said, pulling me up close to him in the middle of the parking lot.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and I kissed him with everything I had in me. In the dark, I couldn’t even see him, but my other senses were in overdrive. I could still taste the sweetness of the wine on his lips. The heavenly smell of his clean skin radiated through his clothes, which just added to my already moderate level of intoxication. Our tongues danced together in luxuriously long, velvety strokes in stark contrast to the racing of our heartbeats that pounded furiously out there in the darkness. I felt every thump of his chest now that I was pressed up against him in my very tall shoes.

As our lips parted, it would have been the perfect opportunity to tell him that I loved him. I wouldn’t be able to see his reaction. I would only be able to feel it. But he hadn’t told me yet, and I was still old-fashioned (ha!) enough to let him say it first. When we were together, I didn’t have to question whether or not he loved me. He was extremely attentive and completely focused on me. There were no awkward pauses in conversation unless we stopped speaking because we just had to kiss each other. We flowed together so easily. Our bodies were always touching, whether it was holding hands, his leg against mine, his arms wrapped around me as we rested, or when we were having sex. But… even so… it still would have been nice to hear.

We got back to the hotel after a few more kisses in the car. I immediately flopped down on the bed to get my shoes and my necklace off. He took both his shirt and his jeans off, figuring he’d make himself more comfortable in just his T-shirt and boxer briefs. FINE BY ME. So, I followed his lead by taking off my jeans and replacing my shirt and bra with my aqua blue tank top. He crawled up next to me and we spooned for a while, his arm tucked neatly under my chest. We let our dinner settle while watching “Diners, Drive-ins and Dives.” We made fun of Guy Fieri and all of his man jewelry, and even though we were stuffed, we both agreed some of that food looked really tasty. I took a picture of him lying there smiling at me because he looked so happy and content. I just loved it.

Soon, I noticed him squeezing me a little tighter. With his head buried in the crook of my neck, he kissed me softly up and down the side of my face by my ear while combing through my hair and commenting on how good I smelled. His hand began to travel from the comfy spot around my waist, down across my stomach, and ever so slightly over my undies, landing back on my hips, which he then used to pull my backside up against him. It never took much convincing from him to get my mind in the gutter, so at first I thought I had just imagined it. Then when I felt the bulge in his boxers as he brushed himself up against my ass a second time, I knew he wasn’t interested in TV anymore. I reached my hand up around his head and turned back to look at him, but he caught my lips in midair with his, quickly flipping me over to face him. He easily slid on top of me, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist while he kissed me deeply, running his fingers over my face and across my collarbone. He removed his T-shirt after he felt my hands tugging on it while we kissed. After removing mine as well, he clasped his hands in each of mine and pinned them above my head. That was it, no further coercion necessary. He ground his pelvis into me while holding my arms up like that, his bare chest dragging slowly across my nipples. Already breathing heavily, I whispered, “Oh my God, I want you, you sexy motherfucker!”

He moaned in response as he kissed me and then, smiling seductively, whispered, “Not yet, baby. Dessert first.”

He let go of my hands, using his own to smooth down the undersides of my arms with his palms. He progressed down my chest, drawing circles around each breast with his fingers before scooping each tightened tip into his mouth and tasting them with long, indulgent licks. Placing his hands on my torso, he continued making a path down my body with his tongue, stopping when he got to my panties to momentarily appreciate how silky smooth they were up close. He carefully slipped them down off my legs while I watched him eagerly, my heartbeat accelerating rapidly as he slowly ascended my legs again. I just loved seeing him slinking up between my thighs like that, relishing the sweet anticipation of his mouth getting ready to strike. He lifted my legs onto his shoulders as his hands skimmed over my little patch of hair. He smiled up at me sweetly, and, using his fingers to gently part my swollen lips, he leaned his head forward and eased his tongue in for a little kiss. I gasped “Ohhh, Matthew…” the second I felt the heat from his mouth. His lavish licks began to swirl around me just before he moved lower, penetrating me with his thick, powerful tongue. His strong arms secured my hips to hold me in place, allowing him to use his fingers to glide over the top of my most sensitive areas while his tongue slid in and out and up and down the entire length of me. With no covers left on the bed, I gripped his hair tightly instead. I bet he got really sick of me messing up his hair. I cried out incoherently and rolled my hips uncontrollably into his face, over and over again. As good as his mouth felt on me, his oral skills only served to make me want him even more. “Matt, please, baby… please come up here. Oh God, I want you so bad…”

I realized as he crawled up next to me and I removed his boxers, that I had not had a taste of his gorgeous cock since we arrived. I quickly urged him back against the pillows and turned my back to him, aggressively taking him into my mouth as I kneeled beside him. Starting with his firm tip, I circled my tongue all around his large head, rolling over the entire surface before covering him with my mouth and powerfully sucking him over and over with an audible pop. I loved how I could see his stomach and legs clench and feel his hands grasping at my hips as I took his entire cock down my throat, lubricating it with my own saliva, and then pumping his shaft with my hand as he moaned through gritted teeth. As I moved up and down his entire length, he continued to shift restlessly behind me and I felt him pick up my hind end, guiding me over the top of him, straddling his chest and placing me right in front of his face. Once he put his tongue on me again, I couldn’t help but rock my body against his mouth while still trying to please him with mine. It became too difficult for me to concentrate. I heard a low growl, “Baby… I need to be inside you right now,” in a voice filled with desperation and desire. I started to turn, but in one smooth motion he grabbed me around the waist and spun me around to meet his gaze face to face. I took one look at him and whispered, “Oh God, hurry, Matt…” With one hand around my back, he began lowering me against the bed, using the other to drive his cock into me before I could even hit the sheets. As we collapsed into the bed as one, we both groaned loudly. The sudden feeling of being filled by him was so overwhelming but so comforting to me at the same time. That was the only place where I felt like he was truly mine. At least for a little while.

I couldn’t even put my finger on it, but I felt helplessly addicted to him, or at least to sex with him. It had to be something in his pheromones, like some kind of chemical reaction. There was no other explanation. No other man had ever made me feel as good as he did. I had certainly been with men in the past who had also been great kissers, who were larger, and who even had tighter bodies. But there was nothing better, safer, or more secure than the feeling of him completely naked on top of me, covering me. I couldn’t get enough of his sweat-glistened body brushing up and down against mine, his sweet little groans, and the smell and feel of his hot breath gusting against my cheeks with every stroke.

I especially loved looking at him while he fucked me. Even in the throes of passion his eyes were warmly lit and he would lean down to kiss me slowly when he would catch me sneaking a peek at him. Then he would thrust so deeply that, just as he took his lips away from mine, it would steal my breath away and make me moan like an animal at the same time. He seemed to know instinctively what I needed from him at every turn. In the past I could only orgasm with the help of a vibrator, but with him I could just cast my eyes in his general direction and practically come all over the damn place. My mind never wandered when we were together. I was never distracted. I could only focus on how much my desire for him grew and how every second in his arms felt so unbelievably good that I never wanted it to end. Maybe the fact that I was always so scared it would be our last time together was what made being with him so incredibly precious to me.

As I pushed his sweaty hair off his face and palmed his cheek, I wanted desperately to tell him that I loved him. But I couldn’t do that. In the middle of sex, that would just be way too awkward. So instead I hiked my knee up, grabbed him by the ass and slammed him against me with reckless abandon, giving a shout out to Jesus and several other deities in the process. He moaned, “Sweetie, I won’t last like this, let’s switch!” I sat up and kissed him and flipped over with my back against his chest. He eased me down flat until I was lying completely on my stomach. “Oh yeah, that’s nice,” he said as he rubbed his hands all over my ass as he kneeled behind me. I couldn’t help but giggle at him, such a butt worshipper. “Going back in!” he announced, like a cave dweller. He re-entered me slowly while I was laid out in prone in front of him. I gasped as I felt him. I hadn’t expected it to feel so much deeper in that position. It was a little shocking, actually. I didn’t like not being able to see his face, but at the same time… it was allll right.

“Oh my God, Matt…”

“You okay, baby?”

“Yeeeeah, I’m good.”

He hunkered down over me, shrouding my entire backside with heat radiating from his chest. With both of us lying completely flat on our tummies, he clasped his hands in mine, and began thrusting so deeply I thought I was going to die. There was just a slight hint of soreness from earlier, and at first I winced just a little bit. But with every stroke it got slightly more fantastic. He got up right beside my ear and in his most seductive voice whispered, “Can you feel that, baby?”

I cried out, “Holy shit, baby! Stay right there!”

“Feel good?” he laughed.

“Oh my God… Yes….”

I actually started kicking my legs while I yelled. It was so, so good. Pretty sure I kicked him right in the ass, possibly grazing his nuts, but he didn’t flinch. I could feel it coming now with every push from him, that familiar heat pervading through me like a fever, the throbbing in my ears, the burning in my cheeks… “Ooh… Matt… I’m close…”

He knew that was his cue to slow it down and push down on me, hard, with everything he had. He continued to hold my hands down against the bed as I began to tremble all over, my muscles seizing as an orgasm rippled through me at last. I nearly squeezed the life out of his hands and laughed apologetically afterwards as he was cringing, “OW! OW! OW! OW!” But I couldn’t have let go if I’d tried.

He gently withdrew himself and carefully eased the both of us back over again. He took one look at me and whispered, “You are gorgeous,” as he kissed me, much to my delight because I was pretty sure I had the imprint of a sheet crease on my face by that point.

“Are you okay to hang with me for another minute or two?”