Burned Gasoline (10 page)

              She remembered them both looking like two deer in the headlights when she’d opened the bedroom door that day, with Nova sleeping in the ergo carrier tightly to her chest, and found Chris so deep between Sonia’s legs it was a complete mystery how he was ever going to make it out from there again. Chris’s one sentenced response, which had also been the very last thing she’d ever heard from him as she had run out the high-scaled condo, grabbing only her car keys and jacket, was ‘how surprised he was to see her home so early from Nova’s check-up at the doctor.’

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              What had struck her as somewhat interesting about Jefferson was the urgency with which he wanted them to stay at her house for dinners or steam in the bedroom, and not at his place. Every time she’d make a suggestion of wanting to visit him, or to stay the night, he’d find a reasonable excuse for why that wouldn’t work. It was either not convenient since she had Nova and that it was probably easier if they stayed at her place, that his house was a mess, or he would simply close the conversation down by starting to talk about something completely different.

              She found she didn’t want to push the question any further, noting how hard he worked at keeping the subject closed, and avoided it any chance he got. She’d decided to let it go, for now, and enjoy what they had. Over almost two months of late dinners, incredible sex, and lovely mornings when he’d wrap himself around her like a cocoon from the rest of the world until Nova woke up, had all been amazing. She could definitely live with that. Sometimes she would catch herself pinching her arm to really believe that it was actually happening - that Jefferson was with her.

              Last night’s sexy mischief had been mind-blowing as usual. With the contents of Jefferson’s sexual ideas it was stunning, an out of this world surprise he was still a single man when she’d met him. He blew her away every. single. time. Last week he’d called her over to his shop during lunch hour for one of the steamiest make-out sessions she’d ever been part of, or maybe even witnessed. And she’d seen a lot, thanks to the website she still glanced at sometimes during the loneliest hours of the night, when tossing and turning in the sheets made her miss Jefferson, or when she craved some release to stand a chance of closing her eyes. And just a few days ago, when the babysitter was over for an hour so she could go shopping at the store, he’d met up at the parking lot for a midday date. Later he’d held her tightly to his chest behind the tall rows of apples, hiding them away from the rest of the store, and slowly slid a very talented hand down the inside of her jeans and played with her clit until her head had fallen backwards into his the softness of his jacket and he’d pulled his hand out to taste her. To say that she was surprised was a slight understatement. She’d never done anything like it in her life, but she enjoyed it. Very much so.

              Twelve weeks they’d been seeing each other. Twelve weeks of heating up Raylyn’s bed sheets at least once a week - after Nova was put to bed and dinner had been indulged of course. It seemed to roll in a smooth pattern. The evenings he came over early he’d sometimes surprise her by following her upstairs when she’d put Nova to bed. Sometimes he’d even come in to wish her good night. Inside she’d always felt torn; was he just doing that to impress her, or was he maybe, hopefully enjoying it? It was such an enormous change from any man she’d ever encountered, that it was hard to believe what was right in front of her eyes. One night was harder to forget than the rest.

              “Seeing you standing there with Nova like that does crazy, hot things to my crotch. It’s like my ovaries are screaming ‘fertilize me now!’ I’m like wide open. Holy Christ.” The two glasses of wine made her sound braver than she intended.

              “Fertilize you now? What kind of weird phrase is that even?”

              “I don’t know. Those are my ovaries talking, I’m just responding to their needs. Is she asleep yet? Can you put her down, and please come and do something about this?”

              “About… your burning crotch?”  He whispered with a smile, covering his mouth slowly with one hand from letting a laugh slip out while pulling the thin blanket on top of Nova in the crib. “So, this burning crotch of yours… it’s nothing bad I hope?”

              “Ha ha, very funny. No, I just desperately need you inside of me. Like, right now. Please, come on.” She whispered into the dim light of the bedroom, where her boyfriend had just put her daughter to sleep. That’s what was so arousing. For not being Nova’s father he sure cared for her enormously, as if she was his own.

              “So, fertilization you say.” He smirked, and closed the door slowly behind him. “Are you being serious?” He wasn’t even sure where he was on that question himself. For years Marina had shot down every hint of becoming a family, that it hadn’t occurred to him until just now that it might actually be a reality one day.

              “I guess it’s that time of the month when a woman feel like hunting down any strapping gentleman demanding him to fuck her nuts and plant some seeds, you know?”

              “No sweetie, I really don’t know.” He said with that teasing smile he’d been sporting all evening, leaning into her with his hands down his front pockets. That five o’clock shadow across his face looked dangerously seductive, and her mind instantly came up with surely a thousand ideas of where he could rub that on her.

              “Oh… maybe not. But let me inform you then. It’s like… ah, screw this discussion, I just simply need you to take me, hard. Really hard. Perhaps I sound like a dude, but please, I just need you to bang me brainless, okay. Until I can’t walk anymore. Think you can do that?” She was rocking back and forth on her heels, awaiting his answer impatiently.

              He nodded slowly, a twisted side grin going across his face. Peeking down between his hands in his pockets, he watched how both her hands started rubbing his hard cock, strangling it against his jeans.

              “You’re hard already, babe, please I need this. Say you do too? I’ll do whatever you want. Please, take me.” He found it hard not to succumb to the pleading in her eyes.

              “That’s a tough offer to resist.” He answered slowly and brought a hand up from his pocket and grabbed her hands in one, stopping her torturing tease.

              “You’re going into your bedroom now, and will take off everything on your body, and sit down at the end of the bed on your knees…. Go now.”

              Without delay her hands left his warm midsection but she halted on her way down the quiet hallway and turned to him slightly.

              “You are going to fuck me, right?  ‘Cause if you’re not, I’m going explode soon.”

              “Oh, I plan to. I really, really do.”

              With a happy shrug of her shoulders she bounced away and disappeared around the door opening at the end.

              Bringing in a big gulp of air, inflating his lungs to maximum capacity, he turned to slowly follow the footstep of the beautiful lady that had just strutted down the same walk way just seconds ago.

Chapter Twelve

              She must have thrown off her clothes in a lightning flash and was already sitting as he had asked; on her knees at the end of the bed. Round full breasts, perked hard nipples, and with her hair released from the little clip at the back of her neck it was now touching her shoulders barely. Framing her sultry facial features; wide eyes and plump lips. Lips which she moistened with her tongue as a nervous tick.

              “On your knees already, sweetie? Nice. Very, very nice.” He bent down and kissed her deeply, making her rise up high on her knees, breathing in the depth of the kiss. Losing the molecules of air in her lungs to him. Her face was in his large hands, holding her tightly against his lips. She was letting his ever eager tongue play around hers in a wet fierce dance before he broke it off and looked deep into her eyes.

              She was breathing quickly, and with glimmering eyes dilated to max she was holding his gaze.

              “I know you play around when I’m not here. Where are they, sweetie? Where are your toys?”

              Stunned, but turned on, by his blunt acquisition she shook her head as if in denial and sat back on her heels.

              “How do you know I even use toys?” She answered, not daring to look back up into his eyes. Instead she kept them locked at chest height, admiring the ripples of muscles hinting underneath the fabric going across his body as he moved his arms from his hips and onto the bed just in front of her knees. 

              “That bright flash of light that just sparkled across those eyes of yours when I mentioned it told me the truth. Plus, you haven’t yet denied it. Have you?” He said, trying to catch her avoiding eyes with his. “Last, but not least, you’re a single mom who hasn’t had much sex since… I don’t know how long, and my God, you must have been horny during those months. Everyone needs to get off once in a while. Even you. Am I right?”

              Her eyes finally settled on his from below her eyebrows, and she let the tip of her tongue moisten her lower lip some more. “In the top drawer, over there.” She nodded slightly at the long white dresser taking up most of the space along one of the walls of the room. “Underneath the t-shirts.”

              “Thank you.” With a small smile he moved in to kiss her once more before he stood back up and walked over to find her hidden treasures at the bottom on the drawer - just as she had described. Lifting some of her neatly folded t-shirts away he found what he was looking for. And then some. “You surprise me, Raylyn.” He said softly, lifting and touching the items beneath his hands.

              “What can I say? I’ve been lonely.” She said quietly, but slight humor was hinting in the sound of her voice while she pulled imaginary strands of nothing from the comforter underneath her. “And horny.”  A laugh escaped her lips and she covered it up with one of her hands.

              “I like this, sweetie. We can definitely get some usage of this.” With a small thump the drawer closed and within seconds he was once again standing at the bottom of the bed, his hands behind his back.

              “What did you pick out?” She said, trying to get a hint of what was concealed behind his back.

              “No.” He answered, his dark low voice smoothed the air between them. “Close your eyes, babe, and hands on top of your head.”

              “What?”

              He leaned down slightly, locking his eyes with hers again. “I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll wonder what hit you. Follow my lead and I’ll get you there, Raylyn.” He didn’t back away, making sure he’d gotten his point across.

              “Okay.” She whispered into the thin space of air between them.

              “Good. Now close your eyes, hands on your head. And no peeking. I’ll know. Just like I did in the laundry room.”

              She knew exactly what that meant, and slowly put her hands on her head, and locked her fingers together on the top.

              “Now. You have a quite a variety of items, sweetheart, and I love that. One thing for every part of your body. Whatever can’t be reached using these toys my fingers surely can.”

             
Oh holy shit!
Her mind whispered.

              A slight humming sound suddenly cut through the air and she felt it growing closer until his fingertips touched her shoulder then moved quickly away, making her body jump slightly out of surprise.

              “I know you want me to get there already, but you simply have to practice some patience.” His dark voice moved closer to her once more, but with her eyes closed she didn’t know where his touch was going to land. Slowly every nerve ending in her skin awakened, anticipating touchdown anywhere, at any second. The low humming started again and she could feel the warmth of his breath across the skin of her upper body, yet he wasn’t touching her.

              “Please touch me.” She whispered, feeling aroused into pieces and extremely anxious, moving around on her knees. His large hand touched her knotted hands above her head and slowly traced his fingers down her arm, dropping feather light touches to the thin skin of her tricep, over her open armpit, and then slid down over her breast to circle slowly around her nipple until she felt the wetness of his mouth barely touch her taut pearl.

              While his quick tongue flicked her rock hard nipple, the humming came closer again, moving the air just above her skin. 

              “I’m going to let it vibrate over your skin. Keep your eyes shut.” His fingers traced her collarbone and the vibrating sound turned into a low humming as it landed softly on the skin right beneath his fingers. The round tip pulsated in a small rhythmic pattern across her skin, down between her breast, below the rounded shape of her heavy bosom, just to land on her nipple, making her gasp loudly.