Page 31 of A Matter of Time
The compliment made her smile as she stepped away from me and began to undo the buttons on her blouse, those buttons I’d tried so hard not to stare at in the office earlier that day, imagining what lay beneath them. I never thought I would actually get to see it.
“How’s the view now?” she teased as she undid the last button and pulled the blouse open.
Though I’d seen her in just her bra before, at some point, surely the clock must reset. Seeing her in that moment felt new. The two experiences couldn’t be compared, except that she looked equally amazing in both scenarios.
My tie had begun to choke me as I struggled to catch my breath, so I quickly pulled it off along with my suit jacket. At any moment, she might change her mind, or something might happen to blow apart this fragile peace, and I didn’t want to give it a chance. No matter what might come afterwards, she wanted this, and I fucking wanted it too. We wanted each other, and if it would only be that one time, then so be it.
At least we’d have one more time.
My eagerness made her laugh as she watched me undress, but she was just as restless, tugging her blouse all the way off and pulling down her skirt while I made short work of the rest of my clothes. Nothing about our movements could be called slow or sensual. Everything felt hurried and frenzied, fuelled by an almost uncontrollable lust on both sides.
When we were finally naked, we both paused at last, taking a minute to simply look over each other, noting all the things that had changed and all the things that hadn’t. It didn’t take long for me to realize she was still the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen; maybe even more than before. She’d filled out from the girl I knew, her hips more curved, her breasts just a little bigger, but not enough that I didn’t recognize every inch of her. I would have known her anywhere.
“How do you want this?” I asked her, my voice thick with longing. I had a few condoms in the drawer of my bedside table and I grabbed one out of habit. I’d never had sex without one, not with her and not with anyone. My responsible side wouldn’t let me.
“Like in Dallas,” came her reply, and my cock jumped right when I tried to roll the condom on as I realized exactly what she meant.
We’d gone to Dallas on a school trip in senior year. There were chaperones to keep the boys and girls apart, but we found a way around it, grabbing our chance to sneak off together at the hotel. We found a small utility closet, barely big enough for the two of us, and full of teenage hormones, I took her up against the wall as we tried not to make a sound.
There was no need to be quiet in my apartment though, so as soon as I had the condom on, I walked over to her and kissed her again. My hands ran down the smooth, toned skin of her back until I cupped her ass, and with the desperation of a starving man, I grabbed hold of her and lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around me. With her hips grinding against me and her slick entrance rubbing against my cock, I took a few steps forward until her back hit the wall.
“You’re really sure?” I asked her one last time, and when she kissed me again, I thrust straight into her for the first time in almost six years.
~Tonia~
“Oh my God!”
The words burst from my lips as Cam drove into me, filling me completely, and he let out a strangled laugh as he bottomed out, his hips pressed right against me. “You took the words right out of my mouth, Sugar. Fuck, that feels good.”
He wasn’t wrong. My body had been on fire ever since I kissed him down in the lobby, the throbbing, aching need growing stronger by the second as we staggered our way to his apartment.
I hadn’t meant to kiss him; not really. My emotions were all over the place and I needed to let them out somehow. Kissing him might not have been the smartest way to do it, but when I did, and when I felt the answering passion and hunger in his kiss, it tipped the scales. All my anger, my disbelief, and my hurt that had been brought to the surface during the talk with Marley and all the memories that it stirred up all melted into a deep pool of lust. Rather than trying to pull myself out, I decided to sink down into it instead.
I wanted to drown in those deep brown eyes, even if only one more time. I wanted to remember how it felt when he was my whole world, and how he taught me things about my body I’d never known before. We’d learned so much together, shared so many firsts together, and sometimes, nothing compared to the original. Though I’d been with other men since, it had never felt quite the same.
Not that he looked exactly the same either. His body was firmer and more defined than it used to be, the result of working out in the gym downstairs, no doubt, and unless I imagined it, his cock looked bigger too. It certainly felt that way as it stretched me open, filling me up completely as it reached the deepest part of me, both soothing my ache and driving my desire for him even higher.
“This ain’t gonna be soft and sweet, Tonia,” he warned me, his eyes blazing with need, but that was fine with me. I didn’t want soft. I wanted the hunger. I wanted to lose myself completely in the way he made me feel.
“Less talk and more action, Bailey,” I egged him on, and my words had the desired effect. With his fingers digging into my ass, my back pressed against the wall, and my arms around his shoulders to keep my balance, he pulled out slowly, his cock dragging along my inner walls in exquisitely drawn-out pleasure before he slammed back into me again. “Fuck, yes!”
I wanted exactly that, and he didn’t fail to deliver. Over and over, he thrust into me, hard and fast, grinding his hips into me so that he rubbed against my clit each time, and it didn’t take long for my orgasm to build. Part of me couldn’t believe we were really doing this, but a much bigger part of me loved every second of it.
“Oh… God… yes… Cam… fuck!”
The words came out of me disconnected, each like their own sentence, as the peak of my pleasure hit, and he slowed just enough to let me enjoy it. A wave of fulfillment crashed over me, followed by smaller swells, my body floating through my orgasm as he held me steady, but as soon as it calmed, he was ready for more.
His hands still holding me tight, he pulled back from the wall and carried me over to his bed. It looked like a good one, I couldn’t help thinking even through my post-orgasmic haze, and when he placed me down on it, it felt firm beneath me. I could get a good night’s sleep in that bed.
“On your hands and knees, Sugar,” he instructed, and I hurried to comply. He remembered Dallas, and he remembered how much I enjoyed this position too, and I appreciated not having to spell it all out. He simply knew what I wanted.
Instead of resuming his earlier activity, however, he bent down instead, spreading my legs wider as he licked along my dripping hole.
“Fuck, you’re just as sweet as I remembered,” he muttered, and my body jolted in pleasure, both at the rough swipe of his tongue and the deep timbre of his voice. When he moved down to my swollen clit, kissing and sucking on it, my knees nearly buckled.
I thought I remembered how good it felt, but I’d been wrong. What I felt in that moment exceeded any of my memories. Every inch of me seemed to be tuned to him, responding to every action as if it were a secret song that only the two of us knew. Desire built up inside me again as his tongue and fingers continued to work me until I was trembling in need, and just before I came, he suddenly stopped and thrust his hard cock into me.
With that perfect mix of sensations, I came immediately, clamping down on him as he groaned in appreciation. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, and at that point, I wasn’t about to argue.
