Love, Lies & The D.A. (33 page)

“What?
I know you want me.”

“You’re
so bloody arrogant.”

“Just
the way you like me.”

“Shut
up…” I chuckle, devouring his lips. “We should wait till we get upstairs.”

“If
you wanted me to wait, you shouldn’t have bought that painting… or worn that
dress… or those come fuck me heels.”

I
giggle while we kiss between words. Then the sound of the garage door opening
forces me to slip into my seat and straighten my dress. I then step out of the
car, and he hands me my clutch. As the car disappears from view, we make our
way to the elevator. I quickly shut the doors and head up.

He
pulls me close, circling his arms around me. Wrapping my arms around his neck,
I kiss him softly on his lips. His kisses start slowly, but soon become deep
and fervent. As the intensity grows, he wakes between our bodies. My hardened
nipples poke through my dress and onto his chest.

I
shove his jacket over his shoulders, and after he rids himself of it, I tear
away his tie. He slips the straps of my dress off my shoulders, exposing my
breasts.

He
caresses my form, starting a trail that heads south. Slowly, he goes from my
breasts down to my belly button, and soon, his palms seize my ass, and his long
fingers embed themselves into my flesh. He circles my face in his hands and
kisses me intensely. I am eager and impatient and I’m dying for him to make
love to me, but I try to relax and enjoy the moment.

The
elevator doors ping open, and we make our way out to the foyer. He lifts me and
places me on the credenza then slides my dress over my head.

I
feel his erection rubbing against my thighs. He plants soft kisses against my
neck as I release the button and zipper on his trousers then help him get rid
of his shirt. I touch him all over then knead
him
through the fabric of his trunks. He’s growing in my palms. I am so ready to
feel all the things I imagine he’s going to do to me. He grabs onto my thong on
either side of my body and pulls my panties away. I am practically breathless,
and I’m sure by now, he must know how badly I crave his touch.

Feelings
of ecstasy radiate from my core as his hands slowly travel between my thighs.
Gently, he caresses my vulva, rubbing his palms past me, giving me a good idea
of what will soon come. I want him. My kisses grow hungry and demanding. It’s
been months since I’ve been touched that way. After the weeks of sweet kisses
and close encounters we’ve had, it seems like tonight, for the first time, we
will see things through to the end.

I want
to be close to him, and as he kisses my lips, I wrap my arms and legs around
him. He folds his arms around me, and as he carries me to my room, I kick my
heels off, and one by one, they drop to the floor.

“No
flan and champagne?” I ask mischievously.

He
laughs devilishly. “I have something way better in mind.”

He
places me on one of the armchairs. Before he kneels down between my thighs, he
kicks away his shoes, and standing on the tip off his socks, he slides his feet
out of them. He lowers his body in front me and bruises my lips with his. I cup
his face in my hands, drawing him closer into me. I roam my hands over his hard
toned body as he lowers his head between my limbs. He places my left leg over
the left arm of the chair, and the right to the opposite side. Never before
have I ever felt so exposed, even shy. At that moment, I am thankful for the
Brazilian wax I had last week at the spa, not to mention that long bubble bath
before I left here this evening.

I
watch as he caresses me, and I’m further aroused at the feel of his fingers
gliding over my thighs.

His
piercing greys fall into my eyes, and I wait with ardent anticipation. Yanking
my body forward, he buries his head between my legs. A soft moan escapes me at
the feel of him circling kisses around my thighs, slowly inching his way closer
to my core.

I am
dying with utter desire. Finally, I feel his tongue, stroking me, gently and
slowly. I swing my hips to meet his stride and bury my fingers into his dark
hair as I experience mind-blowing pleasure. Escalating feelings of pure bliss
reverberate through the rest of my body, bringing me closer to my release.

I am
completely aroused, wet, and ready to accept him. He leans forward and kisses
me while penetrating two fingers inside me and rotating his thumb above me.

“Oh
God, Jonathan…”

He too
is more than ready. His erection pokes through the top of his trunks, his tip a
deep shade of burgundy. I lean forward while he kisses me and slip my palms
between his trunks and ass, slowly pushing them away and pulling him towards
me. I use my feet to push the trunks away and he quickly rids himself of them.
He is now completely nude, and for the first time, I get to see him stunning,
fully extended, and groomed in all his glory.

I
surround him with my fingers, massaging him while he lustfully occupies my
mouth. His breathing is labored, and he’s now wet and slippery in my hands.

He
raises me off the chair and effortlessly walks across the floors to the bed.

Placing
me on my back, he partially drapes his body over mine. He looks into my eyes as
he traces my form lightly with his fingertips.

“You’re
stunning.”

“So
are you…” I whisper.

He
finds my pleats once more and massages my saturated ruffles. He goes down on me
again, circling my swollen clit with his tongue, sucking me then rubbing me
with his index and middle fingers.

“God,
you’re so damn sweet.”

He
leans away, opens the bedside draw, and pulls out a string of foil packets. He
kneels between my legs then uses his tip to massage my extremely engorged parts
repeatedly, bringing me almost over the edge.

“Oh
God! If you continue that, you’re going to make me come,” I gasp.

He
laughs and hands me the condom.

I tear
away the wrapper, and slowly, I take absolute pleasure in sliding the condom
over his substantial length.

He
sits at the edge of the bed, and I straddle him. He holds me in a warm embrace
and plants soft kisses on my throat. Pulling me closer into him, cupping my
face in his hands, he devours my lips. He pulls away the pin that holds my hair
in place and it unfolds onto my shoulders. He sinks his fingers into my hair as
we kiss. He’s not inside me, but as our lips join, I slip my wet parts over his
arousal. He holds me firmly in place by my hips, and we both watch as his
arousal caresses mine.

He
raises my body slightly. His hardened penis stands tall, and slowly, I lower my
body over his, swallowing him entirely inside me.

“You
okay?” he asks softly.

I nod
in reply.

I wrap
my arms around his neck, slowly moving over him while he buries his head
between my breasts. He caresses me, sliding his hands over my breasts, then my
stomach, then over my back. While I continue to sink my hips into him, I place
tiny kisses on his neck, then his throat, then I find his lips once more.

He
flips me onto my front then leans over and kisses me on my neck. Slipping one
of my legs to my side, he pins it in place with his arm. He slowly enters me
from behind.

He
clasps his hands onto mine and thrusts his hips into me, repeatedly pounding my
g-spot. Cupping my deep crevasse in his hands, he teases me, rotating his
fingers over me, rubbing me harder and faster while circling himself inside me.
I find it hard to keep silent, and my soft moans turn into escalating cries of
pure sexual indulgence.

He
eases out of me gently and trails kisses down my back. Flipping me over, he
centers my body on the bed. Kneeling between my legs, he extends them far
apart. He raises my right leg to the top of his left shoulder, which gives him
full access. Slowly, he penetrates me.

I am
able to watch every time his slick wet shaft slips in and out of me. I feel him
burying himself deep inside me, and then he continues to work his fingers over
my clit. I sway my hips, creating sensations that are out of this world. The
sight of him moving inside me and the sounds of his intense breathing arouse me
further as he brings me nearer to my peak.

He
turns me over to my side, mimicking his body with mine—my back to his front. He
circles me in his arms, lifts my leg, allowing him to enter me from behind. He
invades my mouth as he moves inside me, simultaneously circling my pleats, vigorously
massaging me while he plunges his hard swollen parts inside me.

“Oh
God, Johnny,” I scream as he digs deeper, enveloping me in his arms. He kisses
me, setting me off into ferocious convulsions and explosions of pure bliss.

He
tightens his hold around me.

“Oh,
Jada!” he shouts. His groans intensify, and he joins me in my sweet, sweet
release.

We lie
still. Our labored breathing resonates through the room. He kisses me gently on
my cheek then my lips.

“You
okay?” he whispers.

“Fantastic,”
I reply, caressing his arm gently with my fingertips. I am in heaven.

We lie
in silence in each other’s arms for minutes. He kisses me softly on my neck.
After some time, he carefully eases out of me and disposes of the condom,
wrapping it in some tissue before dropping it in the bin nearby. He returns to
bed and holds me in his arms; my head lies on his chest.

For
some reason, now that we’ve shared this extraordinary moment, I feel shy. I
feel a little scared. Now that I’ve gone this far with him, I realize how deep
my feelings run and I know he can hurt me.

I didn’t
think I’d feel this way, but I guess I still have old wounds that run very
deep.

“You
can tell me what it is,” he says, interjecting my thoughts.

“What?”

“Tell
me what’s bothering you.”

His
statement surprises me, and I look up at him, but I can’t answer. I don’t want
to ruin the moment and what we just shared, but I also don’t know if I can
trust him with my deepest fears. I don’t want him to think I’m one of these
crazy, insecure women… even though at this moment in my life, in many ways, I
know I am.

“You
can tell me,” he whispers.

“I don’t
think I’m ready to talk about it yet,” I reply, sitting up. “I’m going to take
a shower,” I continue then quietly walk away.

I feel
tense, and the energy in the room has completely changed. The passion and intense
feelings of rapture are all gone, replaced by fear and uncertainty. I leave him
in bed, and I relax a little in the privacy of the shower. How do I handle
this? I thought I was ready… Did I do this too soon?

My
confusion must confuse him, and I know it isn’t fair to him, but maybe I need
to take a minute to pull my thoughts and feelings together. Maybe this is
moving too quickly. I let the water pound on my head for fifteen minutes. After,
I get dressed and return to my bedroom. He sits at the edge of the bed, fully
dressed sans his tie.

“You’re
leaving?” I ask.

“I
think it would be best.”

I feel
like I want to break down and cry, but I manage to hold back the tears. I
really don’t want him to leave.

“You
can stay if you like,” I respond, but I know he’s already made up his mind.

He
walks over to me and pulls me in his arms then kisses me on my forehead.

“I
think you need some time alone,” he says softly.

No, I
don’t. Please. Don’t go… I want you to stay… I need you to stay.

He
kisses me on my cheek then exits the room.

As I
hear the elevator doors close, my tears fall. What should have been an
incredible night for us to share has turned into a world of confusion for me…
and I’m sure him.

 Is he
angry with me? Before he left, he kissed me on my forehead and my cheek; he’s hasn’t
done that in a long time. There was no “I’ll see you tomorrow” or any plans
made. To come to think of it, we’ve shared all of the last few weekends
together, and now within a matter of moments, he’s gone.

I curl
up on my bed and lie, thinking of him. The pillow smells of him, the sheets
smell of him, yet he’s not here…

I walk
into
the kitchen the next morning. The famous flan occupies the top shelf of the
refrigerator. I feel sad as I remember how last night ended. It was so not what
I expected. Our lovemaking was amazing, but the fear I felt after and Jonathan’s
exit were sudden.

Now
that Caroline is better and Jonathan doesn’t need me anymore, perhaps I should
pack my things and return to Big Sur. Or maybe I should go spend some time at
my office to occupy me. I miss being a part of the day-to-day operations of the
business.

The
office should be empty, it being Saturday. God knows how badly I need a
distraction. I slip into a pair of jeans and a white sweater, slip my satchel
over my shoulder, and I head out the door.