The Right Bed?. Wendy Etherington
sat on the edge of the cot and watched as he crumpled newspapers up beneath the grate in the old stone hearth. He tossed some smaller logs on top, then grabbed a match and started the fire. They both stared into the flames as they licked at the dry logs. Soon, a gentle heat was radiating through the room.
“Do you stay here often?” she asked.
“When I come out from the city,” Jake said. “It’s harder in the summer since my folks are in town. Then, I have to stay with them. In the winter, no one knows I’m here. I work on the house. It’s quiet and I get some of my other work done, too.”
“I’m used to having so many people around,” she said. “I can’t imagine getting anything done with all this silence.”
“Sometimes silence is nice,” he said, leaning forward to kiss her.
She reached for the buttons of her shirt, and Jake drew a ragged breath. Pressing her hand to his chest, she felt his heart pounding beneath her fingers. Caley was breathless, as if the anticipation itself was exhausting.
“Are you sure you want to do this here?” he asked. “Conditions are a little rough.”
“This is perfect,” Caley said. In truth, she’d always dreamed that it would happen this way with Jake, in some secret spot where no one would ever find them, in the back seat of his beat-up Cutlass or on a secluded beach in the middle of the night.
Jake reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out his wallet, then retrieved a condom. “I guess we’ll need this,” he said.
“Are you nervous?” Caley asked, reaching out to grab the front of his jacket and pull him down on top of her.
“No,” he said with a grin. “Well, maybe a little. God, I feel as if we’re in high school and this is my first time.”
“I know. Me, too.” She tugged on his jacket, drawing it down over his arms, then tossing it aside. “It makes it more exciting, don’t you think?”
Caley got up on her knees and shoved her shirt off her arms, dropping it on top of his jacket. Jake rubbed his thumb over her nipple, bringing it to a peak beneath the silky fabric of her bra. “Sweetheart, getting naked with you would be just as exciting if we did it in the middle of Main Street with all of North Lake watching.”
They tugged and tore at each other’s clothes, their hands frantically skimming over each inch of naked skin. The air was still chilly and his touch raised goose bumps. But it only made each sensation more acute, exciting her so much that she trembled with each caress. Caley felt alive with anticipation, scared and nervous and aroused all at once.
When they were both down to their underwear, they stopped and stared at each other. Caley giggled softly. “Now what?”
“I’m the virgin here,” Jake teased. “Maybe you should show me what to do.”
Caley reached out and ran her finger over his lower lip. He was giving her control, letting her set the pace. This time, she would seduce him, like she’d tried to do all those years ago. And this time, she’d succeed.
She slid her hands along his body and hooked her fingers in the waistband of his boxers, then pulled them down. After that, she quickly took care of her own underwear. His body radiated heat, more than the fire burning on the hearth. He pulled her against him and his warmth became hers.
Stretched out on top of him, Caley reveled in the feel of their naked bodies pressed against each other. He ran his hands over her back, along her hips. She could feel his desire, hot and hard, between them.
She’d wanted to take everything slowly, to savor each moment. But she was impatient, desperate to experience it all at once. She’d waited for so long and now that she’d made the decision to have him, there would be nothing stopping her. She drew back, pressing a line of kisses to his chest, moving lower and lower until she reached the soft hair on his belly.
Caley knew the power of his touch on her body. Now, she wanted to test her power over him. She stroked him, wrapping her fingers around his hard shaft. Jake closed his eyes and groaned, his breath coming his short gasps. He arched into her touch and when she looked up again, his eyes were open and he was watching her every move.
“I don’t think my first time felt this good.”
Caley smiled, then dipped lower and took him into her mouth. Her touch was like shock to his body and he jerked, sucking in a sharp breath. “Am I doing it right?” she teased, smiling up at him.
“Oh, yeah. Oh, that’s so nice.”
Caley continued to caress him with her tongue and her lips, carefully gauging his reaction and drawing him away from the edge again and again. And when she suspected that he wouldn’t last much longer, she moved back up along his body, until his swollen shaft rested between her legs.
She rocked above him, his erection sliding against her sex, the friction sending wonderful waves of pleasure through her body. In the past, sex had always been filled with nagging disappointments. She’d never really felt the kind of passion that she’d wanted to feel, that she knew she could feel.
This time, it would be different. Caley felt as if she could surrender by simply closing her eyes and letting herself go. She was so close already and he hadn’t even touched her. An urgency drove her forward, toward something that she’d never experienced yet knew she wanted. Caley reached out and took the condom from Jake’s hand, then unwrapped it.
“Wait,” he murmured. “Slow down.”
“I’ve been waiting eleven years,” she said. “I can’t wait any longer.” She sheathed him, then straddled his hips, moving above him until he probed at her entrance. Then, with a deep sigh, she sank down on top of him.
The sensation of him filling her was a revelation. It was perfection and paradise, absolute intimacy. They were closer than they’d ever been before and yet it seemed so natural, as if their bodies had been made for this all along.
Jake began to move inside her, his gaze fixed on hers, his fingers tangled in hers. Caley leaned forward and ran her tongue along the crease of his mouth. He reached out and drew her into a deep, desperate kiss, his lips and tongue communicating his need without words.
This was sex, but it was more than that, Caley thought to herself. It was passion and instinct, a need that had burned inside them for years. It was the past and the present, it was the two of them drowning in a world of pleasure. Now she understood why it hadn’t happened all those years ago. She wasn’t ready—they weren’t ready—for the intensity of their joining.
Jake reached between them to touch her, but Caley grabbed his hand again and pinned it at his side. She was already just a heartbeat away and his touch would send her over. Instead, she increased her tempo, rocking faster and faster and feeling the tension tighten inside her. She ached to let go, but knew that if she waited just a bit longer, it would be all the more intense. She wanted to come, but she wanted it to be the most powerful release she’d ever experienced.
Jake wasn’t content to play a passive role anymore. He sat up and wrapped her legs around his waist, impaling her until she could feel him deep inside her. When he began to move again, she knew she was lost. Every stroke was exquisite torture.
Caley felt herself reaching for ecstasy, her release so close she could almost touch it. And then it came down on her like a waterfall, washing over her until her whole body tingled with sensation. She cried out as spasm after spasm shook her, her body reacting uncontrollably.
And then, suddenly, Jake was there with her, driving into her one last time before joining her. He pressed his face between her breasts as he moaned, his hands clutching at her shoulders, driving her down onto him again and again until he was completely spent.
When their shudders had subsided, they collapsed into each other, Jake gathering her in his arms. It had happened so quickly and yet Caley felt complete and utter exhaustion. Her body, so tense just moments before, was almost boneless. “Oh, my,”