Page 34 of Oh Boy!
Sally
Countless showers later. Endless shower sex later. Various positions later, Nathan and I have come a long way since our unfortunate first try. (Pun intended.) He made Australia his primary residence during my six-month assignment to strengthen our bond. While I busied myself underwater, he kept his head in the clouds with his long-term project and occasionally traveled to the US or Europe for work or visa purposes. I didn’t buy his excuse that this new routine gave him a fresh perspective. Also, I’ve come to learn that despite his desire to be in the spotlight, he is indeed a private person who likes to keep his personal life under wraps, which works for me. It was endearing that he preferred to stay close to me.
After months of tedious research and searching for the appropriate calligraphy style, he continues to be passionate about his own interpretation of the ancient urban legend about Irish star-crossed lovers who made history. This side of him makes me fall for him a little more each day, if that’s even possible. How can a sober grown-ass man believe that a healer bewitched her monk-lover because she rightfully feared for their lives? The legend asserts that their souls will be reunited under the right conditions. He decided to entitle the bookMy Black Angel Book Legend. With that, his talent is channeled into something big and positive, amongst his other artistic activities.
Speaking of big and positive, we’ve come full circle and are on our way to Colorado to attend the USA Music Festival and see The Whiskey Barrels perform. We’ll be staying with Nathan’s brother, my first introduction to his family. To say that I’m a nervous wreck is the understatement of the year. For now, we’re putting off meeting the parents… Mine are adamant about only being introduced to “The One” that I want to spend the rest of my life with, until death do us part. Nathan and I aren’t there yet, although we are officially discussing living together in Tribeca whenever our time in the city overlaps!
I swivel in my seat and glance towards the back of the plane, where Nathan is walking to stretch his legs. I wiggle my eyebrows from afar to catch his attention. A wide smile flashes across his face.
“I love you,” he mouths as he approaches, and my heart somersaults. We’ve expressed the sentiment many times in many ways, but we’ve never said the actual L word before.
“Ditto,” I whisper back, sending an exaggerated air kiss in his direction while patting myself on the back for myGhostreference. I wouldn’t have taken Nathan for a softy, but this is one of his favorite movies. Of course, he made me swear to never divulge this piece of information to anyone. Living in his own fantasy world, creative Nathan refuses to see it as paranormal, insisting that Patrick Swayze’s soul yearned to be with Demi Moore’s character, much like in his urban legend... Right! And yet, his engrained beliefs regarding life after death and the existence of souls are part of his unique charm, giving his calligraphy an edge that’s brought him success, fame, and fortune.
With that in mind, I break our connection and secure my tray to make room for my long legs. A muffled moan escapes my mouth as I rub my thighs together to channel my desire for this kind, patient, and amazing man; thankfully, the seat next to me belongs to Nathan, so no one’s here to eavesdrop on my horniness. Blood rushes to my face, and my body heats up as mischievous thoughts flood my mind.
Although quiet is no longer my jam, it’s a necessary quality, considering my lack of options at the moment. I can’t wait to be Nathan’s next endeavor and rise from my seat to get his full attention. I feel the weight of his stare from behind me.
Good, we’re on the same page!
Reaching for my oversized purse in the overhead compartment, I deposit my bag on my seat, rummage inside, and pretend to be looking for something, which I’m not, since condoms are no longer in the picture. Still, it gives me an opportunity to position my body so that he has a perfect view of my butt. I had to up my game to compete with his sculpted body and spent hours toning this specific body part, surfing and at the gym in between long hours at the archaeological sites. If you’ve got it, flaunt it, right? I turn around, capture Nathan’s stare, and leisurely walk towards my target, who’s closer to the bathroom than I am.
With a devious smile on my angelic face, I brush past him without so much as a glance in his direction. “Don’t make me wait.” I watch his tall body tense as he hears my straightforward command.
I don’t expect an answer, but his fingers circle my wrist, and I pause for a second. “I won’t.” My heart stops as he releases his hold. Does he mean that he won’t oblige or that he won’t make me wait?
The hurried knock on the door. The swift opening of the door. The fast latching of the door. Again, I have my wordless answer. His gaze is sweet, but that’s not what I’m after. “Pants and boxer briefs down. Sit down here. Remain quiet.”
He chuckles at my uncharacteristic tone. Who would have thought that assertiveness would thrive along with my sex drive?
His cheeks grow rosy as we manage to create our own personal space in this cramped room. “Seeing you embrace your bossy side is such a turn-on,” he mutters, taking short intakes of breath. “Ma’am.” I lick my lips, amused by the name-calling as he unbuttons his pants. I congratulate myself for deciding to wear a summer dress long before the idea of joining the mile-high club crossed my dirty mind.
“I get bossy when I’m horny, andyoumake me very horny!” I pin him with my heavy-lidded gaze. “Is that an issue,sir?” I wink, biting my lip suggestively.
He shakes his head. “You could at least say please.” Then, he gives me complete control. His onyx eyes have turned from sweet to lustful, and I like the change.
I awkwardly straddle him despite the fact that my thong is mindlessly discarded on the not so clean floor and I still have my shoes on.
“Let me…” I begin to whisper in his ear, catching my breath, while sliding down his steely length. “Fuck…” Enjoying how full I feel with him lodged inside me, I groan. “You…” Reveling in how the friction gets me hot and bothered as I go up and down, I moan. “Senseless.” Loving how we quickly and efficiently find a rhythm that works for us, I beg. “Please…”
The slapping of our skin only gets me hotter. My hands clasp his shoulders for stability, and my hips dance around him while he thrusts upward like a man possessed. It doesn’t take long before he lets out a row of expletives expressing his satisfaction, and I’m forced to swallow his muttered words by shoving my tongue down his throat. He tastes like mint, and I savor his taste.
That’s his cue to fondle my upper body, and his hand travels to my chest while the other one wanders further south to take care of my lonely clit. I’m amazed by how attuned Nathan’s body is to mine. I’m well-aware that he comes off as arrogant and self-centered; it must be an act to protect his tortured soul, because seriously, whoever called him selfish couldn’t be more wrong. He’s caring, attentive, and skillful.
Never in a million years would I have ever imagined challenging my boyfriend to a quickie at 35,000 feet, but damn, it’s worth it! Without being pushy or intrusive, he found the right words and actions to lift me up—figuratively and literally, at the moment—and helped to prove that I could be my own person. I don’t need him to be complete; I need him because he brings out the best in me. For example, right now… We’re both panting heavily and kissing fervently through our release so that we don’t attract too much attention.
Thoughtful as always, he hands me a wad of paper towels to get cleaned up, then stands to exit the bathroom first. A last kiss lands on my mouth, softer this time. He’s about to go when I announce, “I do know how to be polite, you know.” He looks back at me and grins. “I said please earlier, and I’m saying thank you.”
“You’re most welcome, Sally Mitchell.” His velvety voice sends tingles to my core. Why did I ever try to resist him?
I watch beads of sweat form on his forehead, proud to be responsible for his disheveled state. In the blink of an eye, he’s already fixed his hair, using the minuscule mirror to erase any evidence of our wild love making. Well-groomed. Well-behaved. Well done.
I breathe in; it smells like sex. A smell that used to scare me since I associated it with what I feared above all: intimacy. Krav Manga and martial arts in general were the first steps on my journey to reclaim my voice. Practicing with Nathan in Australia took it to a whole new level; the guy is an impressive fighter when he strikes back, for real. His incredible force. His unique talent. His inner beauty. Everything about him suits me. But what I love the most is how I learned that sex was a key component to rediscovering myself and my inner strength. I check myself in the mirror; I look freshly fucked, happy, and fearless. Never underestimate the power of a satisfying orgasm! Yes, good sex definitely taught me to reclaim my life. With respect. With consent. With…
Him.
