Take Me To Bed. Joan Elizabeth Lloyd
kissed for a long time, savoring the taste and feel of each other’s lips and tongue. Eric stroked Jessica’s side until she longed for the feel of his hands on her breasts.
As the second half of the concert began, Jessica lay on her back on the blanket with Eric, who propped himself on his elbow, gazing down at her, “Even though you can barely see me in the dark, you make me self-conscious when you look at me like that,” she said.
“Uncomfortable?”
“A little.”
“Good. You make me uncomfortable too. All I can think of is how much I want you.”
Jessica closed her eyes as Eric continued, “Do you know how it will be with us? It will begin with a glow, soft and warm and gentle. Slowly it will build until it will blaze with fire too hot to touch but too sweet to resist.” His hand lay on her flat belly, fingers widely spread, “I can feel your muscles tighten when you’re excited. Like now.” He placed his mouth beside her ear, his breath tickling her. “I can tell you some of the things we’re going to do. Would you like that?”
She groaned. “Tell me.”
“First, I’ll unbutton your blouse. Wear a blouse next time so I can open each button and lick your skin as I expose what’s beneath the material.” He ran his finger down her breastbone to the first button of her blouse, then up to the hollow of her neck, feeling her shiver.
“Then I’ll open your bra so I can admire your beautiful breasts. I’ve seen them in my dreams, full and white with hard, dusky brown nipples. They’ll be so hard and hungry that I won’t be able to resist taking one in my mouth. They will taste of your skin, spicy, tight little nubs. I’ll use my teeth and you’ll try to pull away from the slight pain, until it turns to hot pleasure flowing through your body.” He slid his hand lower, until his fingers rested between Jessica’s thighs.
“Then I’ll slide your bra and your slacks off until you’re wearing only your panties. Have you ever been stroked through the silk of your panties? It slightly muffles the sensation, making it softer, and more delicate.” He felt the heat of her body through the crotch of her jeans and slowly rubbed. “I’ll rub you there, slowly, back and forth, back and forth until you’re filled with such heat that it’s hard for you to breathe.” He rested his head on his upper arm and used his now-free hand to draw her hair from the comb that held it. “I’ll run my fingers through your deep red hair, both here on your head and between your legs.”
Jessica tried to draw air into her lungs, but she could only tremble and respond to Eric’s touch. The rhythmic pressure of his hand between her legs was becoming almost torture. She wanted him inside of her, to fill her and satisfy the unending hunger he was creating. “Oh Eric,” she whispered.
“You’ll be so wet and slippery that I’ll want to slide my fingers into your body. Maybe one finger, deep inside, maybe two or even three, filling you completely. And you’ll be moving your hips, trying to capture my fingers, pull them in deeper.”
As he rubbed her body through her jeans, Jessica felt the pressure build somewhere deep inside and flow through her groin and thighs. It grew hotter and hotter, like a fire consuming, yet not satisfying. “So good,” she moaned.
Eric placed Jessica’s hand over his between her legs. “Feel me rubbing you.”
She rested her hand against his and felt the movement of his fingers. “Oh God.”
“I’ll keep stroking you until you want me more than you’ve ever wanted anything in your life. My cock will be so hard that it will hurt, but I’ll wait until I feel your muscles tense and your back arch like it is now. Yes, baby, let it go. Come for me, baby. Do it.”
The fire inside of Jessica’s belly smoldered into life. She ignited hot and white, flames roaring in her ears. As she started to moan, Eric covered her mouth with his own, filling himself with her climax. Despite her writhing, Eric managed to keep his fingers between her legs, draining her of the remnants of her orgasm, drawing the final notes from her now-quieting body.
“Oh my God,” Jessica breathed, shaking her head in amazement. “Never….”
Eric grinned. “Never what?”
“Never before like that.” She tried to catch her breath.
His eyes widened. “You mean no one’s ever touched you like that. Your husband never….”
Jessica reached up and pressed her fingers over Eric’s lips. “I’ve never climaxed like that before.” As he started to ask more questions, she kept his lips still with her finger. “Give me a sip of coffee and I’ll try to explain. Let me catch my breath.”
Eric poured Jessica another cup of coffee, then cooled and diluted it with lots of milk. She took the cup in a still-trembling hand and drank the contents. Then she dropped back onto the blanket. “Rob and I were into very simple sex. He loved my breasts. He said they got him hot just thinking about them. When he wanted to make love, which was two or three times a week, although much less frequently toward the end, he’d take off my pajama tops, suckle until he was excited and hard, then we’d do it. You know, missionary position.”
“Nothing creative?”
Jessica chuckled. “Being creative wasn’t Rob’s strong suit. And I didn’t know any better. Until now.”
A grin split Eric’s face. He’d done it for her. “Oh, Jessica. Making love to you is so good.”
“It will be.”
“It was. What do you think we just did? That was making love just as surely as fucking is. Making love is sharing all the sexual pleasures we can. And there are so many.”
Eric became aware that the air was silent. No music. He sat up and looked around. Clusters of people were ambling toward the parking lot. He glanced at his watch. “Good grief, it’s almost midnight. Time to get Cinderella back to her castle.”
Together they packed the remains of the fruit, wine, and coffee in the hamper, folded the blanket, and placed it on top of the lid. Eric and Jessica each took a handle and they walked back to the car in silence, through the soft summer evening.
When Eric dropped her off at Steph’s house, Jessica said, “I don’t know what to say, Eric.”
“I’d like to invite you to my house, but you need to make a decision before then. In the light of day and with a clear understanding of what it means.”
“And what does it mean?”
“It means that I want to share some wonderful pleasures with you. I want to make love to you for several hours, then relax and make love again. It doesn’t necessarily mean that I want to spend the rest of my life with you or that I want to be with you and you alone. That’s very important. I like you and I want to fuck you until we’re both exhausted.”
“It’s hard for me to grasp. Sex for the fun of it. Like tonight.”
“Sex for the fun of it.” He thought about it. “That’s exactly right. Sex for the fun of it. Think about it, Jessica. I’ll call you in a few days.”
“I won’t be able to think of much else.”
Eric leaned across the gearshift lever and placed a soft kiss on Jessica’s mouth. “Good night, sexy lady.”
“Good night, Eric.”
In her room, Jessica stripped off her clothes and climbed into bed. Sleep, however, was impossible. She lectured herself all night.
Sport fucking, she told herself. That’s all it is. Fucking because it feels good seems so…sinful. But yet so wonderful. For once, my sexual world is filled with light and pleasure.
Am I in love with Eric? No, she argued, I’m not. Would it make it easier if I believed that I were? Yes. And no. I’m infatuated. That’s what it is, and it feels good. And I want more of his lovemaking. It’s like I have