The Poison Morality (31 page)

“I might very well ask you the same thing,”

“If you wanted to be with her, that’s your business but in front of me?”  Turning on her heels, she kept walking, he kept pace with her.  Eventually they would end up at his place.  There was something satisfying about that although she was probably too angry to realize where she was headed.

The words had escaped her lips and altered his judgment.  His jealousy allowed Mona to put on quite a show and Adam the accomplice.  The responsibility was his as much as theirs.  Sophie had let Adam touch her, maybe as a type of retaliation until she panicked and fled.  “I don’t want to be with her.”  He turned his collar up against the rain but Sophie, fuming, had forgotten the coat in her hand and was getting wet.

Stopping again, outside his building, her voice lowered, “Adam told me that it happens all the time between you, for me to ignore it.  How can I ignore it when it’s happening across the table?  Seeing you touch her made me feel…..made me feel,” she was exasperated since the word wouldn’t come.

“Jealous,” he put his finger on it and if it had been anyone else, her pride would have caused her to deny it but it was impossible, instead she just looked at him and huffed. 

“He was trying to seduce you, the same as she was and you didn’t stop him,” he pointed an accusing finger at her.

“And you allowed it,” she blurted out.

He looked stunned.  “I don’t own you Sophie,” he pulled out his keys and preceded inside, she followed behind.  Once in the door, they both flung coats and shoes, dropping them angrily wherever they landed.  Oliver rolled up his sleeves and leaned against the credenza on the other side of the room, legs crossed, tugging at the top buttons of his shirt.  “Who you want as a lover is none of my business if it’s not me.”

“None of your business?  You made me your business when you talked of friendship and I confided my deepest, darkest secrets to you and knowing that do you really think I would consider being with him, even for a second,” the absurdity of it was hard to fathom, if she was going to take a lover it could only be Oliver.

“It looked like you were seriously considering it,” giving her the same look he gave Mona, the same look he gave her that night after the sex club incident.  “In which case why would it bother you to see me and Mona together?  Friends, we’re just friends.  Your words not mine.”

“I would not consider anyone as a lover but you,” she blurted it out when she should have kept her mouth shut.

“Oh really,” he took his hands out of his pocket and slinked up her to her like a cat, taking her wrist and sliding his fingers up to the crook of her elbow and down again.  “This is the way you let him touch you.”

“No,” she contradicted.

“Yes,” he said pressing her wrist to his lips as Adam did.

“What I mean is….,” she found it hard to think or breathe for that matter, “it feels different when you do it, it didn’t make me feel,” she blew the breath out slowly between her lips, trying to find the word, “excited.  I’m….I’m confused, I don’t know how to play these games, Oliver.”

“I’m not playing games with you, I never have.  If this is just a misunderstanding we can clear it up here and now.”  He still held her arm but was not moving.

“Is that the way you touched her, all the time?” 

“True, Mona and I were intimate before.  We sought each other’s company between relationships but now,” he shook his head, “how can I be with anyone else, when I…….. love you?”

Sophie staggered from the words; his hands gripped her arms, holding her steady.   Never had she ever heard those words that she remembered, and Oliver would never say anything he didn’t mean but intimacy was still an issue.  That feeling filled her heart, she smiled, and then he smiled.  But when the worried look came across her face his smile faded.

Did it mean that she loved him too or not?  When she didn’t respond verbally he asked, “What is it?”

“You can’t… because I can’t,” she didn’t finish her thought.

“Because you can’t love me,” he whispered, nearly choking on the words, unable to listen to his own voice to say the words.

“No, it’s not that,” his face softened in relief, she continued, “I don’t think I can give you what you need physically, we tried it didn’t work.”

The creases appeared between his brows with his look of confusion, his eyes wide.  His recollection of that night was much different than hers but that would explain why she never talked about it and why she crept out the morning after.

“Then we can try over,” he kissed her forehead, “and over,” he kissed her right cheek, “again,” he kissed her left cheek, “until you feel comfortable.  But it doesn’t matter as long as you’re with me, it doesn’t matter how long it takes.” 

“You have more confidence in me that it will happen eventually.”

He only smiled and nodded in agreement.  She was beginning to tremble, her clothes clung to her, outlining her figure, her chest moving quickly with her breath, “Are you cold?”

Unable to put what she felt into words she shook her head no.

“Or is it,” his fingers rested against her cheek, so that his thumb pressed lightly at the top of her forehead and slid slowly downward, “passion suppressed for so long,” his thumb slid between her brows and down the slope of her nose, she closed her eyes relying on what she was feeling and the sound of his voice, “rising to the surface,” his thumb dropped from the tip of her nose to tickle her lips and settled on her chin, “and could it be that those feelings are for me?”

She opened her eyes and whispered, “Yes,” but with urgency.  The stubble on his chin tickled her face, his breath warm, his lips soft when he pressed them against her.  Wrapping his arm around her waist, he pulled her as close to him as he possibly could, those parts of her body pressed against him aroused him in a way Mona never could.

Sophie relaxed into him, feeling his muscles, his bones, his blood pumping, his erection growing.  Her arms were around his neck, her hands in his hair, the softness of it contrasted with the roughness of his facial hair around her mouth as he kissed her wantonly, his tongue moving in her mouth as she did the same to him.

They were frenzied this time, not the slow caresses of last time but passionate movements and heavy breathing that eventually synced together.  His hands franticly undid the buttons of her blouse while his mouth trailed kisses on her neck.

There was the same tightness between her legs as before but this time it wasn’t frustrating it was painfully delicious.  She undid his belt buckle while he undid her trousers, both dropping to the floor, and tossed.  Her top peeled away from her wet skin.  She had no patience for his buttons, gently tugging on either side of his shirt, the buttons easily slipping out of the holes revealing his chest.

He continued taking off his clothes while she felt the softness of the patch of hair that swirled across his chest to the trail that lead to the top of his pants.  Her lips brushed one nipple and then the other and then on her knees, she took his shorts off.  He was hard; his cock red and waiting for her, it seemed the natural thing to take it into her mouth.  The pleasure she was seeking was to pleasure him, being wanted made her want.

His hands in her hair told her what she was doing delighted him and satisfied that she was accomplishing what she hoped not having any real knowledge of what she was doing other than what she wanted and what he wanted.  With her right hand she gripped it as her lips moved over the tip of it, moving slow and then fast until she found a rhythm that was comfortable for her and produced sounds from him that she never heard before.

Jerking away from her, he swiftly brought her to her feet again, half carrying her to the bedroom as his lips trailed kisses over her shoulder, pulling the strap down.  The hooks in the back gave easily revealing her breasts and he took one nipple feverishly between his lips pulling on it gently, her body reacting all over from the localized experiences all her nerves were connected and reacting simultaneously.

Crossing over to the other, he tugged at her underwear pulling them away, this time her knees parted without coaxing.  Once she arched her back towards his mouth, he settled on her left breast, the nipple held firmly between his lips while his tongue massaged the hardened tip.   The thumb of his right mimicked on her clit the same as his tongue was manipulating her nipple.

Sophie had never realized the effects that different body parts played on each other but what he was doing to her breasts, now going to the right one, and between her legs caused something like surges through her body, reacting off of each other.  His free hand lovingly caressed her face, his other thumb sliding across her bottom lip as soft whimpers were escaping them every few seconds and her hips moved in rhythm with his hand.

Oliver played her expertly, maintaining the pulse.  What she was experiencing contradicted everything she had endured earlier in life and the feelings so intense as to make the memories fade instead of rising to the surface.

Oliver knew that her orgasm would make it easier to slide into the sweet tightness, especially since she was learning that clenching of those muscles heightened the convulsions that were rising in her.  As her breath quickened, her panting made her chest drop slightly resulting in the slight pull of her breast still firmly clamped by his lips. 

Her cries were becoming louder.  He increased the speed of the motion only slightly and her hips rose, pressing his thumb firmer against her.  Her breath stopped for a second.  Hips paused.  Her moans turned into one exclamation that rose from her chest, to her throat and escaped her lips, his fingertips pressed lightly against them, not to stifle her but to stop one motion at a time starting with his left hand.  Her trembling caused her hands to grip his upper arms and until he felt the ease of her grip, he would bring her gently down.  After his hand stopped on her lips, he released her breast, laying light kisses around the nipple, and then slowed the motion between her legs but not stopping until the uncontrollable quivering of her body subsided.

His mouth abandoned her breasts tickling her side until his head was between her thighs, his thumbs, glided easily over her labia, his lips sucked her clit.  Writhing, it was too intense for her but she couldn’t find her voice to tell him to stop when all she could manage was gasps and moans.  Watching his head move, his face buried between her legs, she knew what he was doing was for his enjoyment.  It wasn’t work; it was what he wanted having already done the work and producing a result. 

The aftershocks from what he had done to her prior still pulsed when his chin moved side to side against the lips between her thighs.  Her hand clutched the back of his head and one powerful quiver pushed her over again, however less intense, carried on the wave of the previous orgasm.

One move, he was looking down into her beautiful face and inside her without hesitation so he could feel the last of her orgasm.  She had yielded so easily to him; he hoped he could give her another.  Her legs wrapped around him pulling him deeper into her.  Somewhat put off by the fact that his lips were still wet from what he had done to her, she turned away but when his hands firmly held her head, she gave in, tasting his experience with her.  “I can still taste me on your lips,” she whispered.   He covered her in kisses, falling into a cadence, with their bodies, their breath, their kisses. 

He pulled out of her, lying on the bed, encouraging her up to sit on top of him.  Watching as she enveloped the tip of him inside her and squeezed, moving up and down slightly, he almost cried out from that alone.  He sat up, holding her face, “Why are you teasing me so?”

“What do you want me to do?”  He answered her with his hands on her hips; he slowly pushed her down until she resisted going any further, her arms around his neck, finding her own rhythm.  He pushed up to meet her but when she winced, it was not lost on him, and her hand pushed on his stomach, he knew she wasn’t ready for the full length of him in this position.  

Controlling his urge to thrust, he pressed into the bed and let her take control, but after a few minutes of her moving her hips up and down and in small circles, he couldn’t fight the yearning any longer.  Arching her back, giving access to her breasts again, she reached back and put her hands on his shins using them to brace and push forward and back until naturally she took all of him with each movement.

His hands constantly tickled her skin, everywhere he touched and without looking she didn’t know where that would be from one moment to the next, heightening her senses.  Her movements became shorter and quicker, she was moaning with each movement she enveloped him, keeping him deeper inside her until she could feel a different kind of tremor.  Starting, not from outside stimulation as before but inside, exploding outward instead of tightening and drawing in.  Exclaiming loudly his name, her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs around his waist, holding him close to her. 

Gently her teeth sunk into his shoulder, sending him over the edge.  Swiftly pressing her back on the bed, Oliver held his place inside her, not too shallow and not too deep, taking over where she left off until he too quivered inside her sweet wetness, adding his own to hers.

Arms around each other, they stayed that way until a quiet calmness settled between them, he laid her gently on her back and pulled out, causing a little whimper from her but he encircled her in his arms and she settled there, listening to his heartbeat, and snuggling up against his side.