Chapter 27
Jennifer felt exhilarated. She knew she was talking excitedly at a mile a minute. In her lap was the DVD. God, she wanted him right then while she was still on this natural high.
“Whose house is closer?” she asked.
“Yours, I’m heading there now.” He glanced at her with a knowing look. “Skydiving can be quite the aphrodisiac.”
“Oh yeah!” She blushed at her boldness. “I mean, thank you, Dorian. That was an amazing experience.”
“You don’t have to be shy with me Jennifer. And you’re welcome.”
When they got to her apartment building and parked, he practically dragged her out of the car,
holding her hand, he walked in long, graceful strides. She had to run to keep up with him. She held on tight to the DVD. She’d lose it for sure if not. Her mind was on other things.
Once inside the apartment, he kicked the door shut. In a hurried frenzy, he pushed her up against the wall and kissed her furiously, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, devouring her lips. She kissed him with the same
urgency.
The kiss was rough and wild and utterly delicious. He pushed his hips into hers; she pushed back, feeling how hard he was. He pulled her tee-shirt up over her head and unfastened her bra with unbelievable speed. Again, he attacked her mouth with his frenzied kiss.
He stopped to remove his own shirt.
She frantically unzipped his jeans while he slid her pants off. Shoes and clothes flew everywhere.
Neither of them spoke. There was no fore-play, no gentle caresses, only unadulterated, carnal desire.
He lifted her up and
pushed her down onto his erection. She was so wet and ready for him, he slid into her with ease. She gasped at the feel of him entering her. His hands went behind her and squeezed her buttocks, bringing her closer, fastening her to him. Her legs wrapped themselves around him and her muscles tensed, holding him snug. She put her arms around his neck, tucked her head into it and held on tight.
He rammed into her again and again. She moaned
against his neck, heard his breathing quicken. It was primal, fast and all-consuming. She heard the door beside them rattle with the power of their lovemaking. A picture on the wall fell.
She was going to come any second, when she heard him speak.
“Look at me,” he whispered.
How can I look at him without banging my head agains
t the wall?
She thought.
Instantly, she felt his hand cradle the back of her head.
My God!
Her heart felt as if it would explode at such a thoughtful gesture.
She moved away from the comfort of his neck and looked deep
ly into his eyes. They were smoldering like hot ice and tender and full of love.
She came while gazing into those eyes.
“Jennifer…I…” he murmured. She knew he was coming.
Please say it, Dorian.
Please, say I love you!
It sounded as if he was going to say it right then.
He didn’t.
She heard his soft moan as he spilled his warm fluid into her.
He scooped her up in his arms and laid her down gently on the bed and slid in beside her. She snuggled up to him, resting her head on his chest. His fingers moved up and down her arm in a light caress. His other arm was tucked behind his head. They lay in a comfortable silence.
Jennifer’s stomach suddenly growled with hunger. They hadn’t eaten yet. Dorian had advised against it. Now she knew why. She probably would’ve thrown up in mid-air if she’d eaten before skydiving.
“My cousin sent me some Maine blueberries and I made fresh blueberry muffins earlier with them. They’re to die for. Shall I get us some? We can eat them in bed.”
“You cook too? You never cease to amaze me Jennifer Reese.” He laughed and kissed the top of her head.
That gesture of affection made her feel as if she were a princess, she loved it so.
“Of course I cook and bake. I can also milk a cow and do all those other things that come in handy here in Miami.” She teased.
“I’d love to eat your muffins.”
Laughing, she shook her head. “How is it that you can make such an innocent remark sound so dirty?”
“It’s a gift.”
“I’ll go get them and some coffee. Do you drink coffee?”
“Yes I do. Besides, you’ll need your strength for later.” His eyes ate her up. “I’m not yet done with you. I don’t think I will be for the rest of the night.”
“You’re insatiable!”
“
I warned you, I’m a very demanding lover, especially when it comes to you.”
They ate muffins in bed and talked for a while. Every now and then, Jennifer caught him looking at her with an anguished longing.
So odd
, she thought.
He left for a moment and came back. She noticed something she hadn’t until now. Every time they ate, he went to the restroom as soon as they were done. She’d dismissed it as a personal quirk.
He came back to bed and kissed her, a wonderfully slow and passionate kiss.
Pulling away, his eyes intent on hers, he said, “I’m going to fuck your breasts.”
“Why Dorian Taylor, you say the sweetest things!” She pretended to be shocked.
She was becoming less surprised by what came out of his mouth. Actually, she found herself aroused by the way he explained what he wanted to do with her.
He pulled her on top of him in one smooth movement. She felt the warmth of his skin against her body.
Gently, he took hold of her upper arms and pushed her down the length of his body, until she felt his erection between her breasts. Pushing on the sides of each one he enveloped his manhood in her soft warmth. He kneaded them, moving them in a circular up and down motion. Looking down, she saw only the head of his erection.
“Move with me Jennifer,” he said.
And she did. The friction of their motion heated her breasts and his skin beneath them.
Each time she moved down, the head of his manhood was near her mouth. When he came close enough, she grazed it with her lips, licked it with her tongue in delicate flutters, like a butterfly’s wings.
She heard him take a deep breath and exhale. “Jennifer that feels so good.” She noted the hint of surprise in his voice.
He’d probably never expected her to do such a brazen thing. She hadn’t anticipated herself doing such a thing either.
“Stop! That’s enough,” he said abruptly, moving her off him and easing her down beside him. He propped himself up on an elbow, his eyes half closed, looking down at her and ran his hand through her long hair in easy, sensuous strokes.
“Did I please you?” She asked.
“Oh, yes. That was quite unexpected. I only stopped you because I was going to come and didn’t want to. Not yet.”
His icy blue eyes looked so deeply into hers if was as if he were seeing right into her very soul.
“You’re so beautiful, Jennifer. Your hair is softer than silk and the green of your eyes mesmerizing. If I could lose myself in them forever, I would.”
He kissed her cheeks, her ears and her throat before coming back to her lips. He didn’t thrust his tongue into her mouth; instead he kissed her with a delicious tenderness.
His lips continued down her body, dotting her skin with the same soft kisses. He moved down to her breasts and took her nipples in his mouth in the same caressing way. “The milky softness of your skin is mouthwatering,” he murmured.
She closed her eyes and sighed, loving the gentle way he was touching her, kissing her and the adoring words he whispered to her. She felt her entire body relax and at the same time, she was on fire for him.
Gradually, he laid himself on top of her. She felt his erection against her, felt the length of his body warm and hard against hers. She ran her fingers through his hair in the same tender way he’d done hers.
She sighed with pleasure when he entered her.
He moved easily inside her, kissing her leisurely and together they moved in a slow, passionate dance.
This was love making, no matter what he called it
. She thought.
Her hands moved along his back, reveling in the feel of the hard muscles beneath his skin. He buried his face in her hair.
“My sweet girl. Wait for me. Release your passion with mine.”
She knew he wanted them to climax at the same time. She clenched her vaginal muscles to stop her from coming. The tightening of her insides seemed to drive him over the edge and together they rode a wave of pure ecstasy.
Throughout the night, he took her again and again in the same measured, unhurried way. There were no sex games, none of his verbal commands which she’d grown accustomed to. He simply made love to her with his body, his adoring words and his gentle caresses.
They gave themselves over to one another completely.
It was a few short hours before dawn when he finally seemed satiated and lying on his back, cradled her in his strong arms.
A thought popped into Jennifer’s mind. He was different tonight. Why? Not that she was complaining. Still, she felt a stab of unwanted jealousy. Had he been this way with other women? She wasn’t jealous of those he’d been involved in BDSM relationships with. She was jealous at the thought of him making love to another woman the way he’d made love to her tonight.
Should she say something? If she did, she’d ruin a magic moment for sure. In the end, she simply couldn’t help herself.
“Dorian if I ask you a question, will you be totally honest with me?”
He groaned. “Am I in for yet another third degree? He sighed. “Okay, ask away. As if I could stop you.”
“Have you been this passionate with other women who you were intimate with?”
He propped himself up on an elbow, his eyes bored into hers. “I experienced
pleasure
with the others, not real passion and certainly not intimacy.”
She was puzzled by his answer. “I don’t get it.” She shook her head. “Aren’t passion and intimacy the same thing?”
“I don’t think so. I believe passion is a strong feeling toward something or someone. Like, my work, I’m passionate about that. As for intimacy, I think it’s a deep understanding and acceptance of another, a close personal relationship.” His voice grew low and serious. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever felt true passion for, the only one with whom I’ve wanted to be intimate. And you’ve given me something I gave up on long ago, happiness.”
She quietly pondered his answer and had an epiphany of sorts. With every conversation, coupling of their bodies and shared experiences and secrets, they were becoming closer and developing a bond, becoming truly intimate. And there was something else too: they were
changing
each other for the better.
“I think we’re good for each other.” She looked directly into his eyes. They were filled with—what?
She thought she saw his unspoken agreement, mixed with sadness and pain. It was as if he were struggling with something.
“Don’t you think we’re good for each other, Dorian?”
“Yes,” he said in a hushed tone. “I do.”
He got out of bed and threw his jeans and sweat-shirt on.
“Where are you going? Are you leaving now?”
“Not just yet, but . . . soon.” Not looking at her, he began to pace back and forth, running his hands through his hair.
He was clearly agitated and she had no idea why. Did he want to tell her his secret? Should she ask? She trusted and loved him but was well aware there were undisclosed issues hanging over their heads.
“Dorian I know there’s something you’re not telling me about yourself. Please. Tell me what it is. There’s nothing you may have done that I wouldn’t forgive. Nothing about who you are that I wouldn’t accept.”
He stopped pacing and sighed. “I can’t tell you.”
“Can’t or won’t?”
“Can’t.” He sounded truly frustrated. “If you knew what I really was, you wouldn’t be looking at me with adoration as you are now. You’d look upon me with horror and I couldn’t bear that.”
He sat on the bed next to her. She propped herself up on the pillows.
“I doubt that. Don’t you know you’re my Prince Charming, my knight in shining armor?” She wanted to tell him she loved him. He didn’t give her the chance.