Nocturnal Love

And why did it seem, when he was in me that we’d done this before? Each time he moved in and out of me it felt like I’d die if he stopped. But the thing that confuses me most is how familiar everything seems, even the ache between my thighs.

I bit a hole in my tongue to keep myself from asking him about the strange dreams I’ve been having and waking up in strange places. Somehow I’m convinced that he may have the answers. There can be no other explanation for this change in him. But what does it all mean?

We pulled up to the house but instead of stopping at the end of the short drive and letting me out, he actually drove around back and parked. I looked at him, ready to ask what he thought he was doing when he got out and came around to help me out of the car, but the words became stuck in my lungs.

I was surprised though when he kept my hand in his and helped me through the snow that was still coming down in fat flurries that made seeing more than two feet in front of us almost impossible.

He walked to the backdoor and stopped for a few seconds, looking down at the old mat that was still there, another leftover from my aunt. He lifted the mat, removing the key that I didn’t even know existed.

Even he seemed surprised at his find, as he held it in his hand looking down at it with a slight frown. This was too much now and I had to say something. The whole day in his presence has been both wildly exciting and confusing in parts.

There were moments of intense knowing, of feeling like we’d been here before had shared those things that we did to each other on the library floor. But this is like some kind of confirmation that my mind hasn’t been playing tricks on me, but that there was in fact something else going on, something that’s out of my control.

“How did you know that was there? Where did it come from?” He turned his head to look at me before opening the door without giving me an answer. Once inside he stood in the middle of the kitchen looking around, even moving around the room touching things here and there before turning to me with the question that was on both our minds.

“Jessica, have you been experiencing strange dreams here?” I moved closer without thinking. Did he have the answers to the strange things that have been happening around here?

“Yes, I was beginning think I’ve been sleepwalking, but there seems to be something…why do you ask?”

He didn’t say anything for the longest while, which made my anxiety worst. He just looked at me with this odd look on his face until we both noticed the cold in the room at about the same time. I watched as he walked to the thermostat and adjusted it.

By now I was no longer surprised that he seemed to know the house, his question had alerted me to the fact that he knew something about what had been plaguing me. Now if he’d just open up and let me in on it. I especially wanted to know why he seemed so familiar to me, when I could’ve sworn we’d never said more than two words to each other until today and had never met before I moved here.

Now that we’d come up for air and I was no longer in a sexual haze, now that he wasn’t glaring at me from a safe distance as he’d done every time I’d met him before today I was finally able to take a really good look at him. To take in all of that manly hotness.

He is indeed a very handsome man for one who seems so cold. Even my ex who I once thought was hot shit couldn’t hold a candle to him. It was his confusing mix of businessman and street thug, that’s the only way I can think of to describe him, that held me so enthralled now as I secretly took him in.

His hair is worn short but not short enough to be called military style, and his eyes, those piercing eyes that seem green one minute and blue the next have an intensity in them…especially when he was deep inside me, towering over me as he slid in and out of me.

I trembled with remembered pleasure at how it felt to be beneath him. His broad shoulders had blocked everything else out and I remember fondly that feeling of being protected, as if he were standing between me and the rest of the world, keeping anyone else from coming in. I somehow wish we were back there at the library with my back against the cold floor as he fucked me.