Page 12 of Tryst
“What do you mean you should go?” She puts her hands on her hips. “You're not sleeping here with me? You're going to drive off and leave me stranded like in a horror film?” Her eyes widen staring me down.
She's been teasing me all day. She was due for a little teasing from me. I pull her rigid body against me, her arms not budging from her hips. I slide my hands around her back looking into her eyes. “Of course I'm not going to leave you here. Two days ago you told me what an utterly romantic date would be. I thought that was sad. Your expectations of what a man should do for you should be higher, because you are worth so much more.”
“You think?”
“I know. This is what a first date should be for you. Don't let any man lower your expectations. Raise yours, and demand better by telling them what‘s expected from your experience. I want you to always remember this date. Make it the date you test all others by.”
A sad look flits over her face, but I can't make her a promise of forever. This has to end. She'll go back to college with people her age and the boys. Oh, the boys…It's what's best for us.
But I'm selfish. I don't want her to forget me or this summer. Every time she goes on a date, I want her to remember me, and only me.
“Your admitting this is a date?” she asks, her smile returning.
“Yes. The perfect date has to end with me saying goodnight like a gentleman. Which means we won't be sleeping together.”
“So…where are you going?”
“I have the adjoining room next to yours. That door”—I point to the opposite side of the room—“leads directly into mine. But as the date of standards, and things you should and shouldn't do on a date, you won't be using it tonight.” I smirk, hoping she gets the meaning.
“What you're saying is, if I go on a date, I shouldn't have sex?
“Yes.”
She shakes her head. “Nice try.”
“Follow the standard, Jade.” I admonish and kiss her lips. “Goodnight, Jade.”
Mouth agape, she stares after me as I leave. “You're not serious? You're just going to leave me alone in this fabulous room with a king size bed and satin sheets to slid off of?”
“I'll see you in the morning.” I blow her a kiss over my shoulder. “Before I forget to tell you, I had a wonderful time with you. It was perfect.” Seeing her face light up, I close the door behind me.
I open the door to my room, and go to the bathroom, then change into my pajama bottoms. I check a few messages on my phone, see nothing important, and put it away. Then I walk to the adjoining door. Like I was going to pass up an entire uninterrupted night with her. I don't think so.
I open the door, and there she is in nothing but a strapless blue bra and matching panties. “You're gorgeous,” I say.
“What happened to upholding the standard of a date I would compare all to?” She crosses her arms with a smirk.
“The date is over. You have your comparison. Get your ass over here and kiss me.”
She chuckles. “I’ll think about it.”
The tease. Three strides is all it takes, and she's in my arms. We fall back on the bed kissing frantically with pent-up energy from today. I can hardly go a day without having her. Weekends are my breaking point, and by Monday, I have to have her first thing in the morning. She comes in early and when we're done, the room is filled with the scent of sex.
I pull her bra down freeing her breasts for my appraisal. The dark peaks call to me, beg for my touch. So I swirl my tongue around perfect circles and she arches her back begging for more. I oblige, giving her what she wants and what her body needs from me. I lavish hot kisses on each breast, taking my time because they deserve equal attention. They're spectacular.
I pick up the pace as she moans and whimpers arching her back, pushing her hardened nipples farther into my mouth. I yank down her panties and sink my middle finger into her wet heat. It sucks my hand in greedily as I moan with her swollen nipple between my teeth. I lick and suck for all I'm worth, driving her crazy with need.
She’s dripping wet and more than ready for me. I pull the condom out of my pocket, discard my pants, then slip it on. Before I enter her, I admire the tantalizing picture she presents to me on pink satin sheets, legs open wide. I can't resist her.
From hooded eyes, she watches me, arms over her head as I lean down to get a taste. One lick into her heat and her hips rise off the bed, forcing me to linger a bit longer, drinking deep as she moves against my face. I'm so turned on, I’m about to burst at the seams. Sensing she’s getting close, I abruptly pull back and she whimpers in protest. I grab her thighs, lifting them over my arms, and sigh as I sink between her warm wet folds, like a slice of heaven.
“You never fail to amaze me. You feel so damn good.” I grunt, moving in and out, rocking my hips in a steady beat of an endless rhythm following my heart. “So good, Jade, so good.”
“Oh, Ian, make me come,” she manages to get out between breaths.
“You always want me to make you come, don't you?” She doesn't answer, and I pound into her harder, suddenly plagued by the thoughts of other men having this, having her. “Damn, Jade, answer me. Me and only me, you only want me to make you come?” My voice rises as I grunt, dropping one of her legs and pushing into her, giving her what she needs.
“Yes,” she says hoarsely.
