Chapter 12 #3
“You know when I told you not to stop what you're doing? This would be a really good time to listen.” I centered all my efforts into maintaining the depth and rhythm that was driving her insane.
Loud, breathy yet broken, insatiable moans accompanied her reaching for me to hold on to, as I drove and pounded her into eye rolling pleasure.
She whined and winced, becoming weak and docile, as I slowed my pace, dropping to our sides, where we caught our breath and kissed very much still attached in a sloppy spoon.
I think this was my favorite position so far, same depth with a bit more softness.
Plus, we were both relaxed and I had more access to kiss her better and reach over to tease her breasts.
“Think I can get you to cum again?” Meeting the inside of her knee with my elbow to keep her wide open.
“Don't worry about tit for tat. Just enjoy the way it feels. It's not about keeping score,” she assured, but I couldn't help that everything in me wanted it to be as good of an experience for her, as it was for me.
“I just want to make you feel good.”
“You are,” she cooed, turning around to join me in another kiss. How lucky was I to be sharing this moment with someone this patient? It exceeded every one of my expectations, and I longed for the next time, and the time after that, when everything felt more natural to me.
When she reached down to touch herself, I took my hand to hover it above hers, just so I could feel her movement. This time was slower, less intense, but more intentional, as I could literally see her eyes glass over as she lost herself through her touch and my thrust.
It wasn't long before I emptied myself into the condom, a rush of relief and agony leaving my body.
Both of us were physically, emotionally, and spiritually spent, and the time it had taken me to get up and throw away the rubber, she was already sound asleep, masterfully stretched out in made-for-art perfection.
Rejoining her, I memorized the shape of her every curve, her every arch, dimple, or indent her body made.
She was perfect. Or the best kind of imperfect, because no one was perfect.
I kissed her forehead, prepared to hold her just to experience her at peace, but then I reminded myself.
This was just sex. Even if I wanted to, there was no point falling in love.
So, there was no point in sticking around.
***
I'd overslept for sure, trying to quietly tiptoe back to my room before anyone caught me. To my detriment, my suspicions about Kaihautū and Carly had been correct, as he too was trying to make a quiet exit from her room across.
“Where are you coming from?” I grit my teeth in a whisper.
“I know you not talking,” he grit back.
“I was just coming from the bathroom—”
“With a limp, my guy?” catching me red-handed. Sex was definitely a mini workout. Felt like a leg day, my hamstrings were on fire.
“So, ain't no one sleep in this motherfucker?” he joked in a whisper.
“Come on, don't be a dickhead.”
“I mean, do your thing, homie. I'm not mad at you finally getting it in. Just know though, once you start? It’s hella hard to stop,” he taunted before disappearing into his room across the hall.
It finally happened. Can’t say for sure if I felt any different, but one thing I wasn’t, was a twenty-eight-year-old virgin anymore. I was just…some guy. It’d been so embedded in my identity, I wasn’t sure what that meant for me. But at least I had an incredible teacher to look forward to.
***
As the morning transitioned into afternoon, everyone appeared to be settled, as we prepared for our journeys home. “It was so nice meeting you guys,” supplying hugs all around, eagerly waiting for Jaq.
“Thank you for spending your weekend with us,” Yenory’s warmth felt all across the driveway.
“If you’re ever in Harlem, or in any strange case, Auckland, would totally return the favor,” I offered, even though I hadn’t been back home in years.
“Hey cuz. You don’t mind a detour on the way, do you?” Kaihautū asked, getting his last-minute hugs in. “If you’re not in a rush, I’ve got a client who’s in Providence at the moment, and since it’s so last moment, they’re paying me double the price.”
If Jaq and I hadn’t made other plans, I would’ve totally taken the trip, but as soon as Jaq was rolling her luggage to her rental, I took her waist in my hand and informed everyone of my other plans.
“Actually, I kinda made other plans. Hope it’s not a big deal that I’ll riding home with Jacqueline. ”
Cue in all the childish hoots and hollers. I had to convince everyone to simmer down. We were just being friendly. “Hey, don’t make it a thing.”
“I just had a few detours I wanted to take on the way back. And it’s always better with company,” Jaq defended.
“Maybe I’ll even learn how to say New Haven right,” I joked, loading Jaq and my luggage into her car’s boot. One last wave, and I joined her in front, ready whenever she was.
“You are now aboard the Jacqueline express,” Jaq said in her newscaster voice.
“I flipping love it,” I smiled.
“Well if you love that, what until you get a load of Connecticut pizza.”