Free Story of Us trilogy 01: TouchStone for Play by Sydney Jamesson Page B

kiss
on my nose. "I don’t usually get that worked up, but it’s you, you’re
exquisite and you don’t even know it. I’ve not been touched like that since ...
I can’t remember when."
    I want to return his cheeky smile but modesty prevents
me from saying anything.
    “You even smell great." He nuzzles into my neck
and it causes a twinge of desire to circulate around my body. "Let me get
you off, I want to hear you come."
    What! My God!
    When he says things like that, I start to lose it.
"… I’m ok. I’m really tired. Maybe next time?"
    He raises his right elbow to support his head.
"Are you kidding?"
    I shake my head from side to side. He has no idea what
I’m like or what I’ve been through, and I’m not about to get into that now.
    He caresses my lower lip with his thumb. "Don’t
go all virginal on me. You just undressed me and gave me a hand job. You show
me how you get yourself off and I’ll improvise. I’m good with my hands."
    I bet…
    The gleam in his eyes makes me want to say yes, but
something is holding me back. "I want you to, I do, but not now." I settle
me mouth on his and our tongues mingle in wet confusion. My chest is tightening
and the sensation of his hand on my back urging me to give in to him is so
persuasive ... but I draw back and sweep unruly strands off his forehead. “I
know what you’re trying to do Mr. Stone, so stop. Be good."
    Another wet kiss ends his enticement and we lay
comfortably together in a kind of afterglow. I place my head on his shoulder
and he enfolds me in his right arm and I feel safer than I have for a very long
time.
    "I’ve got to go, so I’ll leave you to get some
sleep. You’ve been busy, and on a school night too!" I feel his smile on
my head and a kiss brushes against my hair. "I’ve got a plane to catch at
7.00 am to New York, so I’ll call you later."
    I nod my acceptance, hoping he will.
    He swivels out of bed and starts to dress; "I’m
going commando but don’t tell anyone." He’s so unselfconscious, it’s as if
I’m not here. I treat myself to the sight of immaculate manliness. He climbs
into his trousers and casually slips into his shirt. "I’ll shower at home,
pick up the paperwork and make my way to Heathrow." He has
everything under control now but, I suspect, he’s been navigating all night,
I’ve simply been following wordless directions.
    "I know Ayden, it’s ok. Don’t miss your
flight."
    He picks up his jacket off the floor and haphazardly
throws it over his shoulder. Even after having expended all that sexual energy,
he looks fresh and even more adorable. Before leaving he stops dead and returns
to sit by me on the bed. His hand is in my hair; he leans in to kiss me deeply
and I feel a longing that makes me wish I’d taken him up on his offer.
    His gazes into my weary face, "We’re good
right?"
    "Yes Ayden we’re good." He stands, but
before he can get out of the room, I slither out of bed and stroll over to him
provocatively, wanting to give him a closer look at what he’s walking away
from. I feel shameless. I unclip my bra and throw it on the bed, pinning him to
the door with my nearly naked body. In true Dominant style I raise his hands
above his head and kiss him within an inch of his life.
    "Have a safe flight and hurry back." I feel
the stirrings of an erection by my hip, and it’s my parting gift.
    "Christ, Beth! I’m going to have to jerk off in
the shower now ..." He rubs his neck to ease the tension and leaves,
slamming the front door behind him, but not without a parting word. I catch a
three syllabled utterance; “sub-miss-ive?” but it’s said more out of disbelief than
a statement of fact. It leaves his mouth in one long hiss.
    I return to bed smiling from ear to ear. I think I did
pretty well under the circumstances: mission accomplished.
     
     
    It’s 2.45, on a wet Wednesday afternoon,
Ernie is wiping his brow with an off-white handkerchief his daughter and that
less-than-useless son-in-law sent him