Jeff began to groan, lifting and pulling me, thrusting upwards, never letting our hips part, driving himself deep, and then his groans turned into my name, "Anna,Anna,Anna," pulsing deeper into me with each syllable. He pressed his lips to my throat and began to thrust harder, splashing water now, his arms curled up around my shoulders and dragging me down, down, down, harder, harder, harder, and I came, came so hard stars burst behind my eyes and my fingers gouged into his back and my face tipped up to gasp whimpering gusts of air into my heaving lungs.
He came, then, exploding into me, thrusting upward so hard I had to fall forward and clutch myself to his hot, dripping chest and cling to him as he lifted me clear of the water, the wet heat of his seed crashing against my inner walls in an endless flood.
"Oh my lord...oh my Anna," Jeff whispered, sinking down and stroking my hair from my face.
"God, that was intense," I breathed, nestled against his chest, his cock still buried inside me.
"I don't want to leave you," he said. "I mean, I want to stay inside you."
I wiggled my hips down onto him. "So don't. Let's stay like this until you're hard, and then we can do it all over again."
He reached for the wine and we drank, me still sitting on his lap, the water bubbling around us, flushing us with heat.
I've never been a make-out-session kind of girl. I like kissing all right, but as a means to an end. When I kiss a man, it gets my juices flowing and all I want to do is keep going, not just kiss all night.
Then Jeff kissed me, post-coital, in the hot tub, and all that changed. It was a slow, delicate kiss, moving and shifting in its own rhythm, drawing me into it, pulling me down into the substance of the moment. For the first time in my life, I lost myself in a kiss, drowned in the taste of the man, the feel of his body around me, his strength supporting me, his manhood slick inside my sex.
It was just a kiss at first, and it continued thus for a timeless eternity, minutes and hours passing out of awareness, until I wasn't sure which way was up, where I was or even who I was, outside of the roaring passion of our lips' and bodies' matched fervor.
And then, gradually, he grew within me, hardening and lengthening, almost imperceptibly at first, but more noticeably with every passing second. His hands lifted to find my breasts, and with that sensual touch my awareness of sensation beyond the kiss broadened to include his cock inside me and his hips beginning to move and my pussy beginning to glide on him then...
The world obliterated. There was nothing but orgasmic brilliance, instant ecstasy from the very first full thrust, lasting for a time without time as he crushed into me, and I came again and again, until I was limp on top of him and still coming, shudders rocking through me with each roll of his hips, so much unending climactic fury that I couldn't contain it, could only writhe helpless on top of him until he began to grunt, moving in a thrashing rhythm into me, his breathing in my ear almost panicked; when he came, I fell over the edge of sanity into something else, and he clutched me as if he too had passed beyond the ability to contain the spreading infinity coursing between and in and through us.
* * *
A little over two weeks passed, and Jeff and I spent almost every spare moment that we could together, working, sleeping, eating, and making love...having sex...fucking. I wasn't sure what to call it, what word to use.
Nothing we did was wild or kinky, just vanilla, multi-positional sex, but he rocked my world every single time. He was unfailingly slow in all things, never rushing to take me, never moving into me until I had found climax at least once, never allowing me to come down from climax until I was limp as a dishrag and completely sated.
He was wonderful. He was attentive. He was polite and considerate, and incredible in bed, and...
I panicked.
The panic began with an envelope, with a New York, New York return address, and the one name that could throw me for a loop: Chase Delany. Eleven letters, and I was sweating, my heart hammering, confusion pumping through me, and I hadn't even opened it yet.
Jeff had swung me by my apartment to get clothes and check my mail and appease Jaime for having vanished for two weeks. I sorted through the mail:bill, bill, junk, bill...holy shit what is this?
Jeff noticed me freeze with the envelope in my hands.
"What is it?" He asked, concern tingeing his voice."
"A letter." My voice was small and tight.
"From?"
A pause too long. "Chase."
An even longer pause. "Chase." A lift of the chest and a slow outbreath was his only reaction. "Might as well open it, then." Jeff's eyes were shuttered, cold, and guarded.
I opened the letter. A plane ticket to New York fell out of the envelope, and I unfolded the letter with trembling fingers:
I need to see you.
Chase
I tossed the letter on my lap and sighed, a long, shuddering, almost-but-not-quite-crying whimper of desperate confusion. My thoughts were a jumble of noise and curses and hysteria.
What do I do? What do I do?
