“Him?” I point to the TV. “I never knew him. I know you. Baby, I want you.”
“Even though I’m broken?”
“Every jagged, delicate, imperfect piece.”
I bite my lip and his eyes stray to my mouth. He looks back up to me and there’s heat in his eyes now. Something solid compared to the mist of pain that was looking in them before.
He rolls off me and leans his back against the wall of the tub, the water spilling over the sides as he grabs my hips and pulls me on top of him.
My legs fall on either side of him, and I can feel him growing hard against me. I reach for the hem of his T-shirt and lift it over his head. It’s wet and heavy and he laughs as I struggle to throw it over the side.
And then he stops laughing. Eyes dark and serious as he reaches under the water, his hands finding me, the spot between my legs.
I spread my knees further apart, sinking deeper, holding my breath as he caresses me. His fingers tracing along the lines of my skin, as I slide the zipper of his jeans down.
He moves his hand away, just for a moment, as he wriggles out of his jeans.
I reach into the water to fist his cock. He groans as I run my fingers up and down the length; he’s already rock hard. He leans his head back against the side of the tub for a few seconds as my hand grips him harder, pumping him, getting him ready.
“Jez, I want you. All of you,” I whisper. And he nods.
I stroke him, hard and fast, watching his Adam’s apple moving up and down his throat as he breathes deeply. Even under the water I can feel the slickness of the drop forming on the tip of his cock.
He’s ready.
I wriggle further up his body, lifting slightly, positioning him right at my opening.
He lifts his head, his fingers reaching up to flick on my nipples.
“Ohhhh,” I exhale, my chest arching against his hands, wanting more.
It spurs him on and he leans forward and catches my nipple in his mouth, sucking hard. Making my hips rock, involuntarily.
Now it’s his turn to know, I’m ready.
He keeps sucking, and I let go of his cock, reaching behind me to brace myself on his thighs. I keep rocking, the movement instinctive to a woman who’s ready to fuck.
“I’m yours, Noemie. Every jagged broken piece,” he grunts and thrusts forward just as I rock against him, and his cock sinks deep inside me.
“Ohhhhh,” I moan, the air pushed out of me as he fills me up. “Oh god, Jez.”
“Shhh, baby, take me, take all of me,” he rasps, his hips moving fast up and down under the water.
“Fuck!!” I yell. Feeling the orgasm build and build and build.
“You are so fucking beautiful. You’re a fucking goddess, Noemie. I can’t get enough of you.”
“You have all of me,” I promise, just as I feel my entire body shudder.
I lean forward, gripping his shoulders as I ride him, bucking my hips, feeling him completely fill me up with his hard, driving cock.
In the distance I hear him growl my name and I see his head throw back, leaning against the tub rim as he drives himself inside of me.
I’m dizzy, and I fall to the side.
And he catches me, pulling me against him, our bare chests heaving against each other, as my legs collapse around his.
“Damn,” he pants.
“Holy macaroni, Tony,” I add.
He laughs even through his short breaths. “That’s not something you hear every day.”
“I can change that.” I wink at him as my face falls to rest on his shoulder.
“You change everything, sweet girl. Everything.”
JEZ
The next two days are spent in complete and utter bliss.
I didn’t know life could be like this. I know I told Noemie that I’ve never been in love, and now I know it’s true.
Nothing has felt like this. Nothing has come close.
At one point, I feel a little envious, a little jealous of her that she has felt this way in the past. With someone else.
But then she looks at me while we’re making love, or she reaches out to me in her sleep, and I know, it was never like this.
We spend the days exploring Las Vegas; she’s never been here. I laugh so hard when I hear that, she’s lived in California for almost four years, and never been to Las Vegas.
“I never had a sugar daddy until now,” she says, pouting.
“You don’t now!” I reply, abhorred that she would think of me that way. “Sugar daddies are old and hairy and balding and live on a diet of vitamins and Viagra.”
“Fine, sugar brother.”
We both scrunch up our faces pretty quickly at that.
“Never mind. You can just be my sugar, baby.”
And I try. To give her as much as my sweetness as I have, to offset the times when it’s not so easy to be with me. Such as the hours of PT she forces me to do every morning before breakfast and every evening after we come back from a day of exploring. She’s a hard task master and sometimes I wonder if I’m working hard to help myself or to please her. Either way, I couldn’t do it without her.
“What do you want to do today?” I ask her the next morning, her body still hot and sweaty in my arms after she’s rewarded me for my PT exercises by a particularly vigorous fucking against the large glass window looking out at the Eiffel Tower.
“Hmmm,” she thinks, wriggling against me, getting comfortable under the sheet. “I want to do something you’ve never done.”
“You mean, like work an honest day in my life?”
She laughs and tickles my stomach with her fingertips, which is quickly becoming my favorite thing she does to me. Favorite G-rated thing. Well, PG.