I wanted to roll her under me, bring her up again, and then let go of the reins and send us both soaring, but I knew that would give my deception away, and I wasn’t sure we were at the point that she’d be forgiving. So, I held her over me, and kissed her. My fingers found her clit and began to ru
n in slow circles as I rocked beneath her.
“Carter,” she said, her voice sounding like she didn’t think she could come again.
“One more,” I said. “Give me one more.” I didn’t know how else to tell her that I was here and hers than I already had. Why couldn’t she see that?
Fortunately, she let me continue to touch her and so she was riding me again. She straightened, her head thrown back and her tits swaying as she moved. She was so beautiful. I’d remember this forever.
She moaned and picked up the pace, as her pussy squeezed my dick and my ability to stave off my own pleasure snapped.
“Fuck…yes right there…I’m going to come,” I said as I gripped her hips and bucked beneath her. Her pussy was so tight, so wet, like it had been made just for me. It had felt like that four years ago. I wished I knew why it was so hard for her to let go this time, but I hoped to hell I was on the path to winning her over.
I held off just long enough to watch her orgasm rock through her body and then I let go, letting mine blast through me. We moved together until sated and she collapsed on me.
I lay holding Jess close to me thinking that sometimes best laid plans turned out even better than designed. Based on how Jess had been behaving around me, never in my wildest dream would I have imagined we’d end up in bed ten minutes after she arrived. It wasn't in a way I would have preferred. What I wanted was for her to feel for me like I felt for her. I wanted her to see where this thing between us might go. But that wasn't what had gotten us naked in bed. She had needed comfort and I was happy to be the man to give it to her, even as somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered if maybe Reggie was the man that was supposed to be giving it to her. Or maybe these were tears because she and Reggie broke up.
I gave my head a quick shake, because I didn't want to be thinking of any of that. My focus had to be on Jess, and turning this moment into something more.
It was a good sign that she hadn't scrambled away like she had in the SUV, but I couldn't be sure that she still wouldn't do that.
She tilted her head back and looked up at me with her eyes searching mine. "It doesn't seem to matter how hard I try to resist you, I just can't seem to help myself. The chemistry is just too powerful.
I smiled that she was recognizing there was something between us, but I knew it was something more. "It's not chemistry. It's not just lust. We have a connection, Jess, one that we can't ignore."
I could see in her eyes as the wall began to go up.
"Maybe we can use this time together to explore this connection,” I said desperately wanting to stay with me.
"Explore how? Like another one of your adventures?"
"All of life is an adventure, don’t you think? Some are exciting and some are scary…" I was going to add that some might be foolhardy or dangerous, but I didn't want to give her any ideas.
"Which one is this?" she asked.
"For me it's exciting." I didn't ask her what it was for her, because I was afraid that she'd say scary and I didn't want that.
She gave a little shrug and laid her head back on my shoulder. That wasn't a no even if it wasn't a yes. Still, I’d take it as a victory.
She lifted her hand and looked at her watch. "We should probably get to work on that knee." She rolled off of me and I considered urging her back into bed. Hell, I thought about telling her the truth that I wasn't injured and suggesting all sorts of new and different ways we could make love again since I didn't really have a sore knee, but I didn't think we were quite at the truth telling yet, so I didn't.
She gathered up my clothes, tossing them to me and once I was dressed, she helped me up and handed me my crutches.
"Where's this gym of yours?" she asked.
"It's downstairs in the basement."
"Do you have an elevator?"
I laughed. "No, but that might be a good idea. I could probably hobble down the stairs, or there is an outside entrance that has a ramp to it."
"Let's go take the ramp to be on the safe side,” she said.
We left the bedroom, and I was feeling optimistic. I decided that I would increase my odds of success by showing her around the home. A home that could be hers as well.
As we made our way toward the back of the house, I said, "This is another one of the servant rooms that I've made into a guest room. If you change your mind and want to live in, this would be the room for you.
She glanced at it as we made our way past it. We made our way further along a side entrance that let out at the driveway near the garage. It was also near the outside access to the basement.