Wait for Me (26 page)

“And I'll watch you. See you gasp and enjoy it whilst I hold you.”

God, every word was electrifying. Had I been free to move, I would have taken him right there, but all I could do was press myself against his body -- warm and inviting.

“Sophie, your gift is pleasure,” he said.

Then, his fingers gently brushed my right breast and slid onto my waist. I shivered with delight. Right then, I felt the warmth of another body and two breasts touching mine. A hand glided from my neck, down through my chest, across my stomach and landed on my hip. I noted a delicate fragrance. Two unknown, soft lips hovered over mine. Adam's hand replaced that of the woman's, who had gently started to touch me. A soft mouth, with an equally soft tongue, began to suck my nipple.

Adam continued to kiss my neck and lightly touched my back with his other hand.

“Adam,” I said.

And he answered: “One”.

“Adam,” I said again.

“Two.”

The torment, thinking about how far we had to go.

The woman became more insistent on my nipples. She nibbled on them and sucked hard. I could feel my orgasm, approaching from another shore. She slowly descended, her tongue sliding across my skin, shifting between kissing and light sucking.

“Adam,” I struggled.

“Three,” he answered.

As that unfamiliar tongue drew closer to my most intimate part, I knew that I was about to lose control – that the moment her tongue made contact, I would be submerged by the deepest of pleasures. Adam bit my neck so hard that I gasped and yanked on the chain.

“Say it.”

“Adam.”

“Four.”

The sweet, violent, boundless agony. Her tongue moved more firmly between the lips of my vagina. I gasped, feeling the wave approach. It took everything I had to resist that powerful, streaming delight.

“Adam, Adam, Adam, Adam, Adam.”

Then I inhaled.

“Nine,” he said.

The woman's hands clasped around my butt to press me against her mouth. I tried to pull back but Adam pushed me forwards, into those lips – different, sweet, soft, perfect. Her tongue continued its invasion and the pleasure began to gather once more. I started to move my hips to follow her caressing rhythm. Adam squeezed my breasts vigorously whilst his penis pushed against me, hard and waiting.

“You can't have me,” he whispered. “You mustn't have me… you won't have me.”

At those words, I confined my orgasm to the most remote corner of my mind, though my body was on the brink. How could I hold back the tide? It was beyond human limits. I began to call his name: “Adam, Adam, Adam, Adam, Adam,” repeatedly, trying to focus my entire being on those four letters as my body was twitching to resist.

“If you come, we start over,” he said with a tone that triggered something even more intense.

In the quiet breathing, I heard a familiar buzzing sound. A moment later I felt something against my vagina.

While the woman licked with greater force, Adam slid the vibrator inside me, moving it slowly.

“Adam, Adam, Adam, Adam, Adam, Adam, Adam, Adam.”

Call his name – it was all I could do.

“Thirty-four.”

I rested my head on his shoulder in writhing ecstasy. He squeezed my neck.

“Sophie, you mustn't come,” he repeated again. “Sophie… Sophie—”

I could hear him, but by now I was just trembling flesh, my brain lost within that dazzling lust.

The woman stopped licking me and brought her tongue to my mouth. It gave me a moment of release. I savored my taste on her incredible lips, soft like the skin on her cheeks.

Meanwhile, Adam continued to tease me with the vibrator.

The woman clasped my hard nipples between her fingers.

“Say it, Sophie.”

I began to hiss his name like a mantra – without pause and without breath.

With her hands pressed against my body, I was swollen and ready. I had been ready for an age.

I managed to catch the word ‘seventy', and my head fell forwards, exhausted.

Adam removed the vibrator. He loosened the chain that held me upright and made me bend on all fours. I felt the woman move behind me, and Adam's fingers running through my hair confirmed that he was now in front.

“Choose, either say my name another thirty times or take me in your mouth.”

I chose the latter – the easiest option.

I took him between my lips and began to suck hard, but eased when I felt the woman's fingers inside me and her tongue begin to tease my clitoris. Too many things; my senses were tangled.

She was good, though, perhaps it was the innate knowledge of the female body. She knew exactly where to touch, and exactly when to slow down. She was helping me to control the orgasm, showing me to the edge and then saving me from the fall.

Adam slid out of my mouth. I heard him breathe deeply. If I wasn't mistaken, he too was on hovering on the edge. Years of practice, however, had sharpened his control.

Pulling the chain, I returned to my knees whilst the woman tirelessly continued.

Adam took my face in his hands and began to kiss me fiercely. He held his forehead against mine, and feeling his breath so close was destabilizing. I wanted him, powerless to have him. I just had to keep breathing.

“Sophie, I beg you… my name, I want you.”

I began to steadily repeat it, following each utterance with three long breaths. It seemed to go on endlessly. It could have been a thousand times or more. I knew I had reached one hundred when my arms dropped to my sides.

I threw my arms around him and he lay me down onto the mattress.

He removed my blindfold and, exhausted, I searched for his eyes. I let my arms fall to the mattress, paralyzed, bodies now merged, abandoning myself to the deepest, most profound orgasm I had ever experienced. It was primitive, breaking onto the shore like a devastating tsunami. I let it flow through my voice, and for the first time, my moans of pleasure surrounded us. As I drifted back to reality, I found his eyes and a grateful smile. My troubles had dissolved. It was, without a doubt, the best birthday of my life.

Time waits for no one and the end of June marked two months together. To celebrate, we went to the usual Italian in Long Island. No sooner had we sat down than Mildred brought a plate of oysters.

Then, midway through them—

“I'll be leaving for Philadelphia next weekend,” Adam said, looking at me intensely.

“Oh, alright,” I said quietly, slipping an oyster into my mouth and licking my lips.

Adam shook his head and smiled at the reference.

“I'm going to spend the Fourth of July with my parents. I'll be there for a week.”

“Ah,” I managed to say. It was the first time I had heard him talk about his family. I didn't expect an invitation, but then, give the pace of our relationship, maybe I did.

“A week?” I repeated.

“I'd miss it if I could Sophie, but I have to go, not so much for the party, rather we have some family matters to discuss. They're selling some properties and there are a few loose ends to tie.”

“I get it, that's fine, so long as you call me every day.”

He tilted his head to one side. “Like I wouldn't call? I always call.”

“Yeah I know, but a week is long when you think about how little time we've been together.”

“True.” Then he became more serious. “May I ask that you go back to stay with Sabrina that week?”

Confused, I coughed into the napkin. “How come?”

“I'd just feel more comfortable.”

“But why?” I asked, amused. “Are you worried that another guy will come and sweep me off my feet?”

He scolded me with his eyes and didn't laugh.

“What do you think will happen? It'll be boring as hell without you, but I'll still have the usual stuff to do – work and college.”

“I just don't want you to be alone, and Sabrina, despite hating me, is a good girl.”

I erupted into laughter. “Are you suggesting that I'm not?”

“I'm not saying that. Come on Sophie, do this for me, stay with your friends. I don't want to be at the other end of the country imagining you anywhere but there.”

“Alright, I will, but this is an issue that you really need to overcome.”

“It's difficult not to worry. I know you what you're like. You get talking to someone on every corner – you have this natural sociability.”

“Just because you don't,” I replied coldly.

“I don't, because I don't trust people,” he said, with absolute resolve.

“May I ask why not?”

“People aren't always who you think they are,” he said.

From the bitterness in that statement, I realized something that had not occurred to me before. In those last two months, in addition to saying nothing of his family, he had said nothing of his past in general, aside from a few stories about college. How had this only just dawned on me? Adam had been cheated on. This would explain his reluctance to commitment and his chronic despair. I decided to probe him.

“Adam, can I ask you something? Did someone cheat on you?”

He dropped the oyster shell onto the plate and seized the bottle of wine. He refilled his glass, took a sip and continued eating.

“I have—” I said, after a couple of seconds, adding “by you.”

Stunned at this, he looked up from the plate, eyes casting a chill. “It's not the same,” he said with rancor and a disquieting glint in his eye.

“Adam, what's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that? I was only asking a question.”

“What do you want to know? Yes, Sophie, they did,” he replied sharply. “And I don't want to talk about it.”

“But you should,” I urged. “It's just us now. Besides, these things fester if you keep them inside, and it makes it harder for us too.”

Adam closed his eyes and took a deep breath. From the pain in his expression, I knew these nerves were still raw.

“Adam.”

His gaze returned to me.

“I walked in on my seven months pregnant wife getting fucked by my best friend,” he said.

I stared at him, without words. What did he just say? Wife… pregnant… fucked… best friend… married… pregnant. Holy shit. Who was this man? I knew absolutely nothing about him. Why had he kept this from me?

“You were married? You have a child?” I choked.

He was breathing heavily. I could see how hard this was for him, but equally I was struggling not to strangle him across the table.

“Yeah,” he said wistfully. “I was married for three years but I don't have a child – it wasn't mine.”

“When were you planning to tell me all of this?” I asked through a broken voice.

“I don't know.”

“What do you mean you don't know?”

“Sophie, please, I don't want to talk about it. I really don't.”

“Well, I do, because if this is the cause of your issues then you have to.”

“It's time to go,” he said firmly. “I'll wait in the car.” And in an instant, he was at the cash register. I was still sitting at the table when Mildred arrived with our main courses.

“Did something happen?” she asked, worried. “Were the oysters okay?”

With eyes full of tears, I grabbed the wine glass and emptied it into my mouth. “No, it's all good, excuse us Mildred, we have to get going.” And I stood up to follow him.

My stomach twisted as I made my approach, and I thought back to what he had told me on that first night at his apartment, about rejecting his feelings and keeping me at a distance to avoid losing me. I thought about his aggression on the night of my brother's birthday. Was this the underlying cause? Before I reached him, I made a b-line for the bathroom. I felt dizzy. Three words echoed in my mind: wife, married, pregnant. He had taken the plunge; he had waited at the altar; he had promised to be loyal, loving and faithful to a woman that I didn't even know existed, and she had broken his heart.

“Darling, are you okay?” asked Mildred behind me.

I broke into childlike tears. “No,” I answered. “I'm really not.”

Startled by my response and probably very uncomfortable, she offered me a tissue.

“I'm sorry,” I said between sobs. “The oysters were great, Mildred, as always.”

“Oh sweetie, what's wrong? I saw you run to the bathroom and Adam looked upset too. Did you have a fight?”

I nodded and sniffed.

She smiled and dabbed my tears. “Ah, the pain of first love. It's okay – take a deep breath. If only you knew how many fights me and Arturo have had, but we're still here after thirty years.”

‘First love', I thought. “You're lucky. It's been two months and already I don't know how to cope with that… mutant. I can't even imagine what thirty years would be like.”

“Yeah, he must be a mutant to make a beautiful girl like you cry.”

I smiled at her patronizing, motherly attempt to console me.

“What a lovely smile. Everything will be alright, you'll see. Give it ten minutes and you won't even remember what you were fighting about – it's always the case.”

I wiped my face and composed myself. I was highly unlikely to forget what he had just told me.

I said goodbye to Mildred and Arturo and left the restaurant. Adam was waiting in the car. I clipped my seatbelt and he started the engine. On the way home, I watched him drive, feeling a strange sense of pity. I refused to say a word until he decided to speak. I simply had to wait, knowing he would not respond to anything I asked. This is how it is with men – they need more time to process these feelings.

At home, Adam vanished into his office and I went to the bedroom. I waited all night, looking at the ceiling and listening to the hum of running thoughts.

At dawn, I felt him slide under the sheets with his back to me.

I hugged him and after a few minutes he finally broke his silence.