Autumn is coming on Friday.
She’s been gone for a year, but when I close my eyes I can still smell her on my fingers.
The glass she always uses still tastes like her wine, and there’s a mark on my windowsill from her brown leather boot.
“I might stay this time,” she said in a text message. I laughed, but I couldn’t resist the surge of hope in my chest when I contemplated the thought. I couldn’t resist the desire and want for more than her body. I wanted brunches and walks. I wanted enough of her time that we had to contemplate what we might do with an afternoon.
She texted me again later that night, “Have we ever fucked on the chair by your window?”
I laughed even louder this time, but I shook my head and brought myself back to the world. We’ve had sex on that chair exactly three times and each one stands out in my memory like a crisp fall morning. I can taste her hair and remember what she was wearing. I can see her knees on the armrest as I thrust into her from behind, and I can feel the wood on my back as she hovers above me, teasing me for hours.
“I don’t know,” I finally write back. “Maybe we should try it.”Guy New York
When we woke up our bodies were intertwined and we were nearly fucking.
“Did you start this?” she asked with sleepy eyes.
“I thought you did,” I said, as I pulled her leg over me and rubbed the head of my cock against her lips. She kissed my forehead and pulled me closer. I could tell we were both trying to decide if we had enough energy to climb on top of the other, and in the end she was more energetic than I was.
She rolled over me and sat up on the bed as she pulled her hair back behind her ears. My cock was nestled between the red curls between her legs and the view felt strangely graphic and explicit, so early in the morning. She lifted up gently and guided me inside her before sitting back down as moans leaked out of our tired mouths.
We were quiet as she moved over me and even when she got faster in her motions, we closed our eyes and just felt the sensation of our bodies inside one another.
After a while I rolled her over and opened her legs. She laughed as I stared at her, rubbing against her once more before pushing back inside. I played with her hair and thrust deeply, and while we both moaned and groaned, neither one of us was moving towards release.
“We’re never going to come this way,” she said.
I thrust harder and held her hands above her head, hoping a little control might push us in the right direction.
“I don’t think that will be enough,” I said after a few long moments.
“Do you want to call me names while I tell you how many cocks I’ve sucked this week?”
“How about I call you someone else’s name? Maybe that girl who used to work for you.”
“It might work. She was cute and it hits my jealousy buttons just right.”
We tried it for a moment, and I closed my eyes and felt myself grow harder inside her. I fucked her quicker and stronger, but even when she called me Mr. it wasn’t enough.
“You could tell me about how your friends are going to fuck me this weekend while you watch?”
“You could call me Daddy, and I could tell you this is what you deserve for being so bad?”
“I could beg you to stop and struggle as you hold me down and force me do things I don’t like in the morning.”
“I could blindfold you and make you guess my name by listing every man you can think of whom you’ve fucked?”
“You could ask me to marry you and tell me you’d never let me go and I’d be yours forever and ever.”
I kissed her again and all these images fell through my mind in quick succession. My breathing got faster and she tightened around me, flexing muscles she worked hard on every day. We grunted louder and her nails dug into my skin as I arched my back and thrust up inside her.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispered as she clenched her toes.
“Oh, God,” I moaned as I held myself deeply inside her, and ground my pelvis against her clit as I pulled on her bottom lip with my teeth. We started coming at almost exactly the same time, and I thought it might never end. She grabbed the pillows with her hands and kicked her legs as her back arched and her voice exploded into the room.
It took us a long time to cool down, and when I finally rolled off her she grabbed my hand and we both lay there looking up at the ceiling.
“What did you end up thinking about?” I asked.
“Something I can’t tell you I want,” she replied with near hesitation. “How about you?”
“You don’t want to know,” I whispered. She kissed me and held me, and I closed my eyes in wonder.Guy New York