She tightened her muscles around him and saw his face contort with enjoyment. She squeezed him again, the feeling sending waves of bliss through her.
Martin thrust faster, faster, and she allowed herself to surrender to the orgasm that she could no longer hold off. She felt him come as well, and he cried out gutturally as he came, shaking, his eyes closed.
When he collapsed at her side, she felt him breathing hard.
She was as well, and it seemed to be the only way that she could come back to earth after being so blissfully high. She breathed in and out, letting the sensations in her body begin to settle.
“That was amazing,” she said as she regained her breath.
“Mmm,” Martin responded, sitting up part way and then leaning over her and kissing her. “Best tour I’ve been on in a long time.”
“I’m a good tour guide,” joked.
“One hell of a tour guide,” Martin said.
“What do you think of the neighborhood?” asked.
“I like it,” he said. “I like it a lot. What I’ve seen of it. I’m sure there’s… more to discover.”
was aware that he wasn’t talking about the streets and shops below them. She felt his hand rest on her abdomen.
She turned so that she was facing him, propping herself up on her elbow. “Oh, you think so?”
“I’d like to find out,” Martin said.
She met his eye.
“This was just the living room,” she said. “I could show you the bedroom… the shower… the kitchen.”
“The kitchen?” Martin asked, raising his eyebrow.
“You know… every good tour guide has to show her customers around the kitchen. There’s even some whipped cream in the fridge.”
“I like whipped cream,” Martin said, leaning forward and kissing her. “I’d like to put whipped cream here,” he said, letting his finger tip graze her breast, “And here,” he said, touching her other nipple lightly.
“Oh you would?” asked. “Then you’d get to taste all of the sweetness. What about me?”
“You could have some too.” Martin said, with a mischievous smile. “Where would you put it?”
“Here,” said, moving her hands to his penis. To her surprise, she felt it stiffen at her touch. Soon, he was fully erect again.
“We’ll have to do that tour sometime,” said.
“I’m ready now,” Martin said.
The feel of his hardening dick sent a sweeping sensation of desire through her. To her surprise she felt a sensation of tingling between her legs. “Me too,” she said.
*****
The next morning, as walked to the kitchen for a glass of water, she felt sore. The soreness was beautiful, because it reminded her of all that she and Martin had done the night before.
She felt happy as she filled two glasses with water. She walked back to the bedroom carefully, taking baby steps to ease the tenderness in her body. When she sat on the edge of the bed, she felt Martin’s arm wrap around her waist. She set his glass of water on the table, and took a sip of her own.
“What time is it?” He asked groggily.
“Time to wake up,” said. “I have an interview today. I need to get ready.”
She felt Martin’s arm leave her waist, and he sat up. He lifted the glass of water to his lips, and chugged. When he set the empty glass down, she laughed lightly.
“I did the same thing,” she said.
“We had quite a work out last night,” Martin said, reaching for her.
She inched away. She knew that if he started touching her, she would succumb to her desires yet again, as she’d done many times the night before. They’d barely gotten any sleep, and she felt anxiety inching in, crowding out her happiness as she thought about the interview.
“Dr. Norden set the interview up,” she said. “And I don’t want to mess it up. I need to make some coffee and take a shower.”
“Where’s the interview?” Martin asked, taking the hint and retracting his hand. He threaded his hand instead through his hair, straightening some of the flyaway strands that had been standing straight up.
He looked so handsome with his bed head. The sheets fell away from his body, revealing his chest and muscular abs. It was all she could do to stand up off of the bed instead of crawling between the warm sheets and snuggling up next to him.
But she did it.
“Skype,” she said, moving away from the bed to help her resist temptation.
“An online interview?” Martin asked.
“Well, I’m not going to fly to London for an interview to be a simple receptionist,” said.
She saw Martin’s face fall.
“Right,” he said, pushing the blankets off of him and moving so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed. “London.”
“Yes, London,” said. The word used to hold so much intrigue for her, but somehow, within Martin’s presence, it didn’t give her the same jolt of desire.
She pushed her hand through her own hair, smoothing out some of the knots that had developed from the night’s activities. She glanced at the bedside clock and her sense of urgency grew. It was eight-thirty, and her interview was at nine.
“Okay, I get it,” Martin said lightly, tracking her look to the clock. “You’re kicking me out.”
“I’m sorry,” said with a grimace.
“No, no, it’s fine,” Martin said, standing up. He walked across the room, completely naked, and couldn’t tear her eyes from him.