15. Henry
The clock had ticked over three in the afternoon when we returned to the car and started our journey back down the hill. Roxie seemed subdued, and rather than question her melancholy, I let her enjoy the stunning scenery in peace.
It was a long time before she cleared her throat and turned to me. “You know I never answered your question.”
“You sacrificed a good garlic bread to get out of it.”
She chuckled and slapped my arm. “Do you want to hear my answer?”
“I’d like to know everything about you. So yes, please.”
A brief smile touched her lips before they drew to a thin line. “You wanted to know why Nathan and I didn’t travel. It’s a long story.”
“We have a long drive ahead of us.”
A low moan tumbled from her throat. “I met Nathan when I was twenty-two. He was fifteen years older.”
“Okay.” That was all I said. I wanted to ask the most obvious question, but instead, I silently prayed that the reason behind their breakup wasn’t their age gap.
“Nathan was my boss. We worked in a coffee shop; I was the waitress, and he was the manager. We went from work colleagues to lovers without even so much as a date.”
“Now that’s sad.”
“It wasn’t at the time.” She shrugged. “I didn’t know any different, and it wasn’t like I had men knocking down my door.” She shifted in her seat. “No men, actually.”
“I find that impossible to believe.”
“Nathan was my one and only.”
“Lucky man.”
She huffed. “Anyway, within five months of our first kiss, we were living together. Truth was, he saved me. I couldn’t live with my parents a moment more, and Nathan was there. Poor bugger probably didn’t have a choice.”
“Everyone has choices.” The second those words left my lips, her face dropped, and I regretted my comment. “What?”
“My choice would’ve been to have a family, but I couldn’t have children.”
“Oh, Roxie, I’m sorry.”
She shook her head. “Nathan and I tried for years to have a baby. We spent every single cent we had on IVF and other treatments trying to get pregnant. But it wasn’t to be. Nathan said that having children wasn’t important, though. Not when we had each other. So, we’d been engaged for seven years when I began to question when we’d get married. But he didn’t want to. I knew from the start that he didn’t believe in marriage, but I thought he’d eventually change his mind. He didn’t understand how a little ring made any difference. He’d bang on about how, in the eyes of the law, we were already married.”
She paused and leaned her head on the window; her reflection in the car side mirror showed the sadness in her slow-blinking eyes. I wanted to pull the car over and hold her to my chest. But at the same time, I sensed she wanted to tell this story. I guided the car around one hairpin turn after the next and waited for her to continue.
She cleared her throat. “One Sunday morning, we had sex not long after we woke up, and after lunch, he grabbed two suitcases he’d already packed and put into the spare room, then he said he was leaving me and walked out the door.”
I groaned. No words could heal that kind of pain.
“I thought he was joking, and I spent the next few years expecting him to come home.” She huffed. “He’s married to Sandra Hollingsworth now. They have four kids.”
“Oh, Roxie.”
“So there you go, that’s why we never traveled.”
“I’m sorry all that happened to you. You deserve much better.”
“You make me feel better.” The smile that was usually curled on her lips was gone. It was a look of pure sincerity that filled her expression now.
“Then how about I take you back to my apartment, and I answer your question about my favorite sexual position.”
“I thought you’d never ask.” Her brilliant smile was back, and I put my foot down.
Twenty minutes later, I drove down the ramp to the underneath parking garage, and this time she waited for me to open the door. I helped her from the car, and the second she stood, she pulled me to her and planted her lips on mine.
Our kiss was heated. On fire. We shuffled toward the elevator and paused our kissing only briefly as we waited for the lift, but the second we were in, our kissing continued. I squeezed her breasts. She clawed my back. I drove my tongue into her mouth, and she tasted of champagne and chocolate and smelled just as sweet.
The ding of the elevator had us parting, and we stepped onto the plush carpet. My cock was bursting against my pants zipper as I fumbled for the keycard from my pocket. The door slammed open, and we stumbled inside, tearing our clothes from each other’s bodies.
In a flash, we were naked, and with our arms groping each other, we stumbled to the bed. I landed on my back, and she curled against my side with her hand clutching my rock-hard cock. She pumped up and down, drawing out my length and thickness till I thought I’d burst.
She raised her knee, and I pushed my fingers inside her. Roxie was already wet, and her slick heat was exquisite heaven. We groaned together in perfect sync as I plunged her depths, and she pumped my cock.
Her hand released, and she flopped back onto the covers. When her back arched, I propped up on my elbow so I could watch her come. My fingers were slick with her juices, and her plump folds wrapped around them as I drove them into her. My cock ached as I watched her incredible show.
Roxie eased her legs further apart, raised her ass from the bed, and clawed at the sheets.
My cock throbbed an erratic beat. As did my heart as I plundered her depths, corkscrewing my fingers into her.
She froze. Her body was as rigid as my cock.
And I knew it was time. I didn’t wait for her signal. Not this time. This time, I took her by surprise and drove my fingers into her slick hole over and over. Her juices spilled onto my hand, and I spotted the bed sheets, and her visual pleasure had me gritting my teeth to hold back my own release.
Roxie flopped back, her chest rising and falling with her ragged breaths.
But before she’d even fully recovered, she climbed over and straddled me. I cupped her breasts, squeezing her plump mounds in my fingers. My cock nudged her butt like it was begging for attention. She rose up on her knees, reached down between her thighs, wrapped her hand around my shaft, and guided the head of my cock to her opening.
The heat of her core was like a magnet drawing me in, begging to be pounded. Her jaw dropped, and her tongue slicked her cherry lips. Then, ever so slowly, she lowered onto my length.
I sucked the air through my teeth and squeezed her thighs as her pussy swallowed my cock. When I could go no deeper, she leaned forward, placed her hands on my pecs, and looked into my eyes. The fire in her eyes was an inferno matching the heat in her core. I savored the moment, taking in every exquisite detail of the gorgeous woman sitting on my throbbing rod.
She clenched her hot folds around my dick, and a tidal wave of pleasure shot through me. I pulsed my cock, letting her know I felt her there. Ever so slowly, she raised up, taking her pussy right up to my swollen crown. But just before my head popped out, Roxie plunged back down, fast and hard.
It was so shocking I cried out. She did, too.
Yet she did it again. Slowly up, pausing at the top, and then fast and hard, spearing my length right back into her hot abyss. Several more times, she repeated the move, yet each time, the pause at the top became shorter.
I gripped the flesh at her thighs and clenched my jaw as Roxie bounced up and down on top of me. She squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her jaw, and all I could do was hang on as she rode out her pleasure.
When her hot juices pooled around my cock, I couldn’t hold back a moment more. I climaxed right up inside her, pulsing my seed over and over in time to her perfect rhythm.
When I’d released all I had, Roxie flopped onto my chest, and when my cock popped out of her hot zone, it was like a part of me had been removed.
With her breasts squished to my chest, I glided my hands up and down her back, feeling the warmth of her silky flesh. I listened to her ragged breathing and inhaled the tangy odor of our sex. Moments like this didn’t come along very often. I hadn’t realized how much I missed it.
But it wasn’t just this moment that was special or the amazing sex I’d just experienced. It was the woman I was with.
With absolute clarity, I knew I was falling in love.
And it scared the hell out of me.