Find Her, Keep Her (6 page)

“With benefits?” I’ve learned to keep the questions coming quickly; it gives the answerer less time to consider lying.

“Yes. No. Not after yesterday.”

I shake my head. “This is crazy.”

He nods. “I know. I didn’t expect any of this.”

“But you made it happen!” I accuse.
 

“If you think I do this sort of thing often, I don’t. Kara and I are off, and she can’t get over it. I told her that last night. That’s why it took me so long to get your wine.” He sniffs bitterly. “Which was enough time for
Chuck
to make a move.”

“But why is she here? Wouldn’t it be easier for her if she weren’t?” I can’t let it drop. I mean, goodness, she and I could be standing in the same heartbroken shoes!

“She’s in a wedding today. Look, on my part, it was nothing. She called me and asked if I could pick her up from the ferry. I said yes. I saw you, and I wasn’t the same. But we did have dinner, she came over and put the moves on me, the way I wished you would. I don’t know… I thought my fascination with you was unreasonable, so I tried to forget about it. She and I… we did it.”

“Had sex?”
 

“Yes,” he whispers, regretfully. “It fucking feels like I cheated on you.”

“You didn’t cheat on me.” Even I have to admit that. “You didn’t even know me.” No, it’s Adrian who cheated on me!

I blow out a forceful sigh. This entire ordeal is strange, to say the least. Sex with the ex-girlfriend one night, then chase me and insist that I attend his party the next day. What if I’m a game? What if he’s one of those guys who are turned on by the chase? Will he vanish once he catches me?

He tilts his head curiously. “What is it?”

I make an on-the-spot decision. He’s sexy, and I need this little diversion. I don’t need another man playing trampoline on my heart. If he wants to play cat and mouse, then I’ll let him catch me, screw me, and there, fun had, chase over.
 

I go in for the kiss, and he responds. I can feel that he’s turned on. His heart is racing against mine, and he’s quivering.
 

“Are you sure?” he pants against my parted lips.
 

This is stupid, but my body craves this fling. It’ll be short and sweet, and when we part ways, it will be forever.
 

“Isn’t this what you want?” I sigh as he bites and sucks on the side of my neck.

He stops abruptly. “What does that mean?” He’s grimacing.

“You want to have sex with me, right?”

“Yes, but that’s not all.”

“Belmont…” My tone is patronizing. I pat his chest. “I have an article to write. Thank you for providing a bed last night, but…”

He exhales sharply through his nose and shakes his head. “This is it.”
 

“What’s it?”
 

“This could be the reason your boyfriend left you.” I gasp, offended, and try to pull myself out of his grasp, but he holds me tighter. “You’re assuming something about me but you haven’t let me know what that is. You’re not giving me a chance to defend myself. I don’t want you to leave. I do want to have sex with you, but I want more too. Do I know what that is? No. I just want to be around you. I knew that when I first saw you, and then when I saw you yesterday—after thinking about you all night long—I couldn’t let the chance to get to know you pass.”

I have no immediate response. After a moment of studying my expression, he plants a tender kiss on the tip of my nose. He knows how to touch and kiss very well. He’s very sensual and affectionate. He knows how to make me putty in his hands. I want to run away with him into whatever fairytale Prince Charming rode his white horse out of.
 

“I want to do something to you and for you,” he says, grinning seductively.
 

 
“What?” I squeak past my constricted vocal cords. I swallow.

Slowly, he guides me down on top of the bed. My heart is pounding so hard that I can feel the vibrations in my throat. He takes my dress by the hem and ceremoniously slides it up my thighs.
 

I’m studying him, wondering what in the world is he going to do. A man has never put his face so close to my private parts. Belmont’s teeth and lips work in unison as they kiss and gently nibble their way up the inside of my thighs.
 

“Shit, you’re soft,” he whispers sensually.
 

As soon as his lips land on my crotch, I gasp.
 

“You’re wet…” He’s apparently turned on by the moisture.
 

I’m tingling all over but especially down there. I’ve never felt that spark of sensations.

“You smell good,” he whispers throatily.

“Ah!” I cry and grab the messy bed sheets. He’s latched on to what I think is my clitoris. I squirm and jerk.

“Relax, baby,” he says and takes my panties by the sides. He pulls them down my legs, kissing as he goes.

“What are you doing?” I lift myself on my elbows to watch him wide-eyed.

“You really don’t know what I’m going to do?” He looks up from between my legs, amused. I shake my head. “No one’s ever gone down on you before, Daisy?”

I shake my head. “No.”
 

A huge smile appears on his lips. “Oh shit, a virgin.”

“I’m not a virgin.” I sound defensive, although being a virgin wouldn’t be so bad.

“Have you ever had an orgasm?”

“Yeah…” I sound uncertain because if an orgasm feels anything like what he just did to me, then maybe I haven’t.

“Well we’re about to find out, aren’t we?” He kisses the insides of my thighs again, and then his hot, wet tongue returns to
that
spot.
 

I inhale as if I’ve been socked in the stomach and bite down on my bottom lip. What in the world is he doing to me? I clutch the bed spread, but the material seems too weak to brace myself on. Belmont offers no reprieve. On the contrary, he’s lifted my crotch closer to his face and has clamped his arms around my rear end. I can’t even move an inch. However, his grip doesn’t stop me from squirming and thrashing my upper body against the mattress.

“Oh no!” I cry. I lift my head to see how he’s doing that, and our eyes meet. But not for long. My lower half trembles. The most intense feeling ever seizes me. I’m overcome by a sensation akin to the signal of a ready teakettle. My entire vagina is whistling and pulsing. I scream, moan, and whimper. I experience some sort of white out when the full force of it hits. I think I have Belmont by the shoulders. My fingernails dig into his skin. When whatever that was passes, I am able to release the tension in my body and breathe again, although I’m panting.
 

“That”—his tongue rounds my clit again, and I grab a handful of blanket—“was an orgasm,” he whispers.
 

“Then, no,” I say breathlessly. “I’ve never had one of those.”

“How about two?”

I’m both exhilarated and alarmed. I guess it shows on my face because he shows me that wicked smile before starting all over again.
 

This time, the fingers of one of his strong hands stroke my waist and stomach indulgently. He slides two fingers, I think, inside of me. Not too deep. They’re slipping against the inside of my pubic bone.

I cry out as soon as sparks of that teakettle sensation strike me. I twist and turn and arch my back. The more I move, the more he groans. His fingers find what they’re looking for and draw circles around that sensitive spot.
 

I’m caught in euphoria.

It’s coming…

Coming…

I’m coming!
 

I’m screaming, maybe crying until he’s on top of me.

“Taste yourself, baby,” he whispers as his teeth and lips gather my bottom lip into his mouth. “Shit, you’re sweet.”

We are kissing deeper than ever. His tongue might touch the back of my throat, and his penis is as hard as a boulder. He’s stabbing me with it. He’s rubbing it up and down my shifting pubic bone, stimulating me.
 

Suddenly he unlatches his belt, unbuttons and unzips his pants, and eagerly plugs me with his full-on erection. Oh goodness gracious, we’re having sex!

His strokes are slow, indulgent.
 

“You’re so tight,” he mutters, “so wet.”

I feel the material of his jeans and sweater against me. His mouth and tongue haven’t pulled away from mine since he said I’m wet. He’s aroused me beyond a level I’ve ever reached. Even if this is our only time together, if I was right and he chased me to make this moment happen, then I have no regrets. Barely thirty-five years old, ten of those years as Adrian’s girlfriend, and I finally know what a real orgasm feels like.
 

Belmont freezes. His penis is pushed deep inside of me. He stops kissing me to look into my eyes. He’s wearing a strained expression.

“What is it?” I ask.

“I don’t want to come yet. But…”

He increases the speed of his strokes. He’s moving so fast that my insides are tickled, and I’m on the verge of experiencing my third orgasm ever. I’m moaning and grab handfuls of his damp sweater. He grunts and trembles and then collapses on top of me before I can fully finish.

One side of Belmont’s head is pressed against my cheek. We’re both breathing heavily. The seconds tick by, and he still hasn’t budged. I’m trying to think of what to say next.

“So where do we start?” he asks before I can form my own words.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

“With the article we have to write for you.”

I snicker and his lips find mine.
 

“There’s nothing better than kissing your mouth”—he pauses thoughtfully—“other than eating you out and this.” He pushes his blossoming hard-on inside of me.
 

I have no response to what he just said. He seems to be getting a kick out of having sex with me. I don’t know if Adrian ever derived that much pleasure from my body. He had two modes: missionary and doggy-style. He was okay at it. He liked to pinch my nipples and suck on them until they’re sore. He always came pretty fast, which was why we usually had sex multiple times in one session. There was lots of passion between us–lots of caressing and hugging. I’m sure he desired me all the way up until the end.
 

“I’ll never stop if we stay like this,” Belmont finally proclaims. He carefully pulls himself out of me and uses the sheet to catch his spill off.

“We didn’t use a condom,” I whisper, horrified.

“Don’t worry. I always use condoms.”
 

I watch him wipe his thick penis with the comforter. “Yeah, right,” I say doubtfully.

He tilts his head. “You don’t believe me?”

“No, I don’t,” I reply without hesitation.

“It’s true.”

“Did you use a condom the other night with Kara?”

“I did, but I couldn’t stay up. I didn’t even come.” He’s already pulled up his pants, and he’s zipping them.

“We still were very negligent,” I say as I slide off the bed.
 

“You and I are together, so it isn’t.”

I laugh. “You’re insane,” I joke, thinking he couldn’t really mean that.
 

“We are. No condom means girlfriend.”

I stop looking for my panties to study him. Although his eyes have a bouncy look, he’s certainly serious.
 

“This is how it happens when we’re meant to be, Daisy,” he says. He’s studying me, still grinning. He’s trying to read my reaction.
 

I certainly have the same irrational emotions that he has. I mean—could it happen like this? Is this how true love and fifty-year anniversaries began? Do they start with two people who know absolutely nothing about each other, other than knowing deep down they’ll never be apart? That’s how I feel. I finally locate my panties. “If you say so.”
 

“Then it’s settled. I’ll let Charlie know so he can stop hitting on you. If he does it again, I’ll break his neck.” He winks at me just to clue me in that he’s joking. He slides his leather belt through the buckle and tugs. “Don’t worry, babe, I’m not violent. He won’t listen to me anyway. He’s going to keep trying until he has you in his bed.”
 

“Charlie’s never going to have me in his bed,” I say, very sure of that.
 

Belmont takes me by the arm and I smash into his strong chest. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”

We kiss. Nothing’s changed since he declared us a couple. His lips and tongue are still greedy and eager to meet mine.

“Did I mention that your skin is soft?” he whispers between kisses.

“Yes, you did,” I manage to say.

“How about we stay in bed for the rest of the day?”

That’s when my stomach growls long and hard. It’s so embarrassing that I hide my face against his chest.

He laughs and takes my chin, lifting my face. “I take that back. How about we eat first, and then crawl into bed for the rest of the day?”

I chuckle, no longer mortified. “How about we eat and then get to work on my article? Plus I have to email the editor. I think adding this destination to my taxi series—”

Suddenly his warm tongue is wrapped around mine. When he’s done, he says, “You’re a workaholic. And every time you have an episode, I’m going to punish you.”

My eyebrows pull together. I’m perplexed. “Punish me how?”

Belmont takes my shoulders and guides me back to the edge of the bed to sit. He guides my back down onto the mattress and lifts my legs over his shoulders.
 

I gasp in anticipation of what he might do next. Oh my, is he going to do it again–pleasure me?

His mouth consumes one swollen lip of my vagina and then the other. I cry out as soon as his wet tongue connects with my “ON” button and he commences to punish me for thinking about work. I hear myself breathing heavily while realizing he’s going to be punishing me a lot because I’m always thinking about work.
 

Belmont gave me three more orgasms before my stomach warned him again that I need food. So he reluctantly left me alone to freshen up.

I’m slowly raking the brush across my teeth, wondering if I have a new boyfriend or not. I feel as if the last nine days never happened. My heart doesn’t ache anymore. Maya and Adrian aren’t distant memories, but when I think of them, my mind doesn’t conjure the image of the two of them screwing like soft-porn stars.