We enter his room, which looks a little similar to our playroom at the club. It’s medieval looking with the same wrought iron fixtures. I realize then that’s his thing.
I like it. He sets me down on the bed and it takes a handful of seconds before we’re naked and tangled with each other. Naked and kissing, his hands touching me everywhere, and I touch him too.
Everything we’ve done over the last two days has felt more sensual. It’s been fast-paced and seems faster than before. Like someone turned up the speed we were traveling on the rollercoaster of this wild romance.
The minute his cock sears into me, something happens inside me that feels like so much more. A blast of energy sweeps through me, severing me from everything that isn’t him.
It burns and scorches, yet it sends a shiver through me of hot and c
old. Just like the wax and the ice. Hot and cold and pleasure.
Him… it’s all him and I’m trying so hard to stay over the line. I could be looking at it before me. In my mind's eye I’m watching myself on a road and the line is painted right there in front of me. Telling me this is the limit I should keep within.
I know the line is there and I should stay over it but my feet have kept moving, trying to move me over it every time I feel for Josh.
Tonight, though, the line is blurring. It blurs, then fades , then disappears like someone erased it as we come together in a shared release and he laces his fingers through mine, his face is pressed against mine and our lips together. He’s holding my hand and holding me and being this close to him there’s an unmistakable look in his eyes that’s a tell of the change I feel.
He feels it too. I can see it.
That change and the energy that pulsed over us was us making love. It didn’t feel like sex. It was different, as different as we are.
“More… I want that again,” he mutters.
“Me too.”
My answer feels like something more too. Just as his request. I stay the night, then I stay the weekend. The next week passes and we’re either at his place or mine. We bounce in and out of each other’s world’s, from home to home, and work and then the club. We play at the club, and then we watch my old films.
We go sailing. I learn so much more about him and he learns about me.
More.
It’s all more. I find myself telling him about Kirk, and he listens. He listens to me, and I listen to him.
We exist outside time and space. We just are.
Three weeks later sees us at the club and we become the couple I saw that first night getting into the exhibitionist box.
We become them and I have that first fantasy I imagined up with him.
Me and him inside the box devouring each other, naked and free and wild and reckless, sharing raw erotic pleasure at its finest.
I will never forget the experience of being with him like that or the way I have been when I’ve been with him.
It’s Monday morning again, and so much time has passed. I haven’t been unaware of it nor the fact that this is my last week with Josh.
This is it and I don’t know what will happen.
He’ll be going over to the new building, and he’ll have new staff. I won’t see him every day the way I have been and I don’t know if I’ll see him otherwise because I’m not sure what we are.
I got here from early and prepped for one of my cases. I have a client who has a trademark dispute, and I wanted to read through the files a little more. There’s some information I needed in the archives so I thought it would be a good distraction to go and check it out.
I was right. I was in there for at least an hour before I started thinking about Josh and I was only pulled from my work because he sent me a message asking to meet for coffee. It was then too that I saw how early it still was.
It’s just gone nine, so Josh would have only just gotten in.
I text back letting him know I’ll meet him at the coffee shop in ten minutes, but footsteps make me look up.
The sound breaks through the silence and seeing Riley walking toward me sends a shiver down my spine.