Chapter 15
Ricky
My heartbeat echoes in my ears, giving an erratic cadence to the otherwise silence within my car. Neither one of us has said much since we began driving. Peering to my right, I notice the way Marilyn’s hands rest in her lap, the way she stares out the side window, and the way the sweet scent of her perfume fills my senses.
Standing at the coat check, I wanted to lean in and kiss her.
From the low I felt as I was dressing for the dinner to now, my emotions have taken a drastic swing, a pendulum of sorts. Part of me worries that another violent shift is in the making.
Private celebration.
If only I knew for sure what she was thinking.
It’s kind of ridiculous that a thirty-five-year-old man is unsure where the night will go. With anyone else, I would catch whatever is being thrown my way. The thing is, Marilyn isn’t anyone else. I don’t want to fuck this up.
Parking outside her apartment building, I hurry around to the other side of the car. She has the door open; I swing it wider and offer her my hand. My fingers encase hers as she stands. The sounds of the chilled night disappear as she leans against me, her chin raised and soft lips pursed.
“I don’t want to fu?—”
Splaying her fingers against my chest, Marilyn pushes upward, silencing me with the sweet warmth of her kiss. I frame her cheeks with my hands, turning her face and deepening our kiss. All night long, I’ve dreamed of kissing her like this. It’s been a hunger eating away at me, with each smile or comment she’s given me. One or two steps, and I have her backed against my car, my hips pressing into hers.
Marilyn moves her hands upward, her fingers weaving through my hair.
She’s as hungry for this as I am.
Unlike many years ago, there’s no awkwardness, no fumbling with noses hitting or uncertainty.
She pulls back, catching her breath. “Come in?”
“I want that more than anything.”
Marilyn reaches for my hand and leads me toward the apartment building. Once we’re at her door, I wait while she unlocks the dead bolt. As soon as we’re inside, I pin her against the door, one of my hands on the wooden barrier and the other around her waist, pulling her toward me.
We’re fire and ice, two consenting adults lost in our private celebration. She tastes of sweetness and desire, our kisses lingering as we both try to rid ourselves of our winter covering. Our coats litter the floor as I start to lead her away.
I stop, looking around the dark living room. “I don’t know where your bedroom is,” I confess.
With a sparkle in her blue orbs, Marilyn takes my hand and leads me across the large room, opens a door wider, and steps into her bedroom. The room is in shambles, drawers open, shoes on the floor, and the bed is strewn with dresses.
“I couldn’t decide what to wear.”
I run my palm down her arm, scanning the dress she’s wearing. “You were stunning tonight. But it wasn’t the dress. It’s you.”
“You don’t have to say things you don’t mean.”
I reach for her shoulders. “I mean every word. I know I’ve fucked up. I don’t want to do it again.”
Marilyn lays a finger on my lips. “We’ve talked enough, don’t you think?”
“I want to be inside you.”
She nods.
“What about tomorrow?” I ask.
“I don’t know. I’ve been watching you all night. You have a future at Parker and Stevens. The partners think we’re a couple.” She tilts her head. “Maybe we should pretend a little longer—you know, in case they question.”
I don’t want to pretend.
I want to see where this could go.
“Is that what you want, to pretend?”
“Right now,” she says, “I want what you said. I want you inside me. Just in case you’re curious, I’m not a virgin.”
My lips curl. “Show me.”
Her eyes open wide. “Show you?”
I nod.
Spinning her around, I unzip the zipper that has been mocking me all night. Her dress parts, revealing her bra and panties. Marilyn turns, reaches for the neckline, and pushes the dress over her shoulders. It falls, creating a black pool around her shoes.
My focus is on the way her large round globes are confined in the lace cups. “It’s a shame to keep them all locked up in there.”
Her smile returns. “Maybe you can help them out.”
I reach behind her, releasing the three fasteners. Her bra falls, and her breasts break free.
Our eyes meet before I lower my head, sucking one nipple and then the other. Her gasp fills the air. I don’t slow until both nipples are rigid and standing to attention. Marilyn’s head lolls back as I continue showing her breasts the attention they deserve.
She stands straighter and pushes my suit coat from my shoulders. The tie is the next to go. It’s as she unbuttons my shirt that her fingers brush over my skin. Like the striking of a match, sparks tingle my flesh as she trails down my chest and abdomen, feeling each indentation along the way.
“Do you have a condom?” she asks as she unbuckles my belt.
“I have one.”
Her smile is breathtaking. “Then we better make it count.”
She drops to her knees, her attention on the button and zipper of my pants. As they fall to my ankles, I reach for her chin and encourage her to stand. The way she licks her lips makes me weak in the knees. “When I said I want to be inside you, I didn’t mean your luscious mouth.”
She sweeps the dresses from the bed onto the floor.
Kicking off my loafers, I step away from my pants. My boxer briefs are doing very little to keep my erection contained. Cupping Marilyn’s firm ass in my grasp, I lift her until her legs are around my waist and her boobs are smashed against my bare chest. She’s as light as a feather as I carry her toward the bed.
Our first time wasn’t great for her. I’ve been recalling that night in more detail over the last few days. With her in my arms, I want to show her that it can be better. I want her screaming my name.
Laying her on the soft covers, I reach for her panties and pull them down. “These are sexy as hell,” I say, referring to her high heels. “I think it’s time to free your feet too.”
As I unbuckle the tiny straps, Marilyn pulls some large pins from her hair, loosening her locks and allowing the dark waves to veil over her slender shoulders.
“You’re more beautiful than I remember.”
She reaches for my shoulder. “You’re still as buff as I remember. I was afraid the world of numbers would make you soft.”
“No, baby. I’m hard as a rock.”
I suck in a breath as she lowers one hand and grasps my erection through my boxers.
“What are you going to do about that?” she asks.
“Nothing right now.”
Her eyes widen. “Nothing?”
Tugging on her ankles, I cause her to lie back while pushing her knees upward. “First, I’m going to be sure you’re ready.”
“I’m ready.” She sits forward and tries to push me back. “I’ve never come more than once in a night. I don’t want to waste it on oral.”
“Waste it? Someone’s been doing it wrong.” I arch my eyebrow. “Challenge accepted.”
“Ricky.”
“Trust me.”
Slowly she nods, lies back on the pillow, and flops her arm over her eyes.
My hunger returns with a vengeance as I near her warm pussy and inhale her sweet scent. Holding her knees apart, I dive in, my tongue delving deep where my cock aches to be. Damn, she’s already soaked. I lap her juices as she bucks beneath my hold. With two fingers in her tight chamber, I tantalize her swollen clit. I work her to a tizzy and back off. Listening to her noises, I could go on forever.
It isn’t until her legs stiffen that I receive my reward. Her essence covers my lips and chin as she lets out a loud whimper. Slowly, I move up her body, taking my time and kissing the insides of her thighs, over her mound, her flat stomach, and up to the boobs I want to investigate. When my nose meets hers, I bring our lips together.
She stares into my eyes. “I think I’m done.”
“You’re not.”
Crawling off the bed, I find my pants and retrieve my wallet. There’s one condom. I’m not sure how long it’s been there. Hopefully, they don’t expire. In less than a minute, I’m back between her legs, my hard cock ready to enjoy what my tongue already has.