Contiued from blog post on May10, 2014
There was a knock at her door. She blew out three harsh breaths and got up on shaky legs, grabbed her small purse, put in the lipstick and gloss, her driver’s license, her keys and money. She smoothed the tight bodice Lycra/cotton mix, and watched the flowing fabric at the skirt swirl around her knees as she turned to look in the mirror. The dress was something she never thought to wear before, but it was sexy, not a messed up mashed up swath of fabrics that felt more like a bag than clothes. She promised herself she would never hide behind unflattering clothes again. She deserved to feel confident and sexy. Didn’t she?
“Just a minute,” she called to Jake. She looked at herself one more time in the long mirror hanging on the bathroom door and smiled. “You can do this,” she whispered looking herself dead in the eye. Confident again, she walked into the small living room in her too-small apartment and opened the door. Her words dried up as soon as she saw Jake in a black suit and white button down shirt with the collar open.
Jake sucked in a breath and exhaled on the word, “Hi.”
Damn she looked good, he thought. Neither of them spoke and just stared at other, and then she blinked in that cute deer in a head lights look he so loved.
“Ready to go,” her husky whisper lighting him up like a fire cracker.
He watched as she swallowed, the movement drawing his eyes to the beautiful curve of her neck as it swooped down into the slope of her collar bone to the plump part of her breasts that he loved so much. Goose bumps scattered across her skin as he watched carefully, knowing full well she was as turned on as he was. He shifted his stance. If Jake didn’t take her to dinner right this second he would pick her up and devour every inch of her luscious body.
Jake took a much needed breath to get a strangle hold on himself. He needed to go slow. Her eyes may say one thing but he knew her past haunted her. She had alluded to what had happened to her but never had given him the full story. What he did know was that she got jumpy and put on the breaks whenever they did a little more than kiss. A couple months ago, he would have been an asshole not giving her the time of day, as many girls would attest to being that he mostly was out for his own pleasure. One night and then a see you later, but he couldn’t seem to do that with Charlotte.
Something about Charlottes wild nature, her love of everything in the art world–previous to the 21stcentury–especially the Renaissance or, that she would stop and draw whenever she felt the need, getting out her sketch book and pencils, pulling a pen from her hair, had a hold over him.
“Yeah, I’m ready.” His words having more meaning then Charlotte could possibly ever know.
Dinner was wonderful. Jake treated Charlotte to a delicious meal at a small Italian restaurant, with an even smaller dance floor. Candles flickered in gold and orange light shadowing Jake’s strong features, making him look mysterious.
Jakes hands wrapped around her in a tight embrace, one arm low near her waist and the other high at her shoulders. She rested her head on Jakes chest, his heart beat steady while hers raced like a scared rabbits as he teased the dimples below her waistline with one of his fingers. It felt exhilarating but she was scared at what was to come tonight, what she knew she wanted. Nonetheless, her nerves knotted in her stomach and bounced around like a pinball meeting bumpers and rails.
As if Jake could read her mind he said, “Do you want to get out of her?”
All Charlotte could do was nod.
He guided her back to the table and paid the bill making sure he left a good tip.
Walking out to his car, his hands were constantly touching her, her hair, her back and finally wrapping around her bringing her in close, hip to hip, his stride slowing to match hers.
“Am I taking you home Charlotte?”
She bit her lip in worry when they reached the car. Jake turned to face her and didn’t take his eyes off her. Charlotte didn’t look away from his intense stare, his desire evident when she licked her dry lips and his eyes heated.
Charlotte took a deep shaky breath and shook her head, afraid to speak. She wasn’t going home. She was going to his place.
Jakes smile spread slowly and he leaned in, dragged his lips across hers not deep, not wild, but enough to make her shiver with every feather-soft touch of skin. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt this kind of need. Maybe she had never felt it.
Charlotte didn’t remember the ride to Jake’s apartment. Her mind kept spinning around what he would do to her, while he traced circles around and around on her thigh where her hem had ridden up.
He parked, guided her out of the car, up, and into his apartment, and had her inside and backed up against the closed door before she could even get her mind around what he was happening. Then he stopped, his eyes so intent on her that she forgot to breathe.
“Charlotte,” Jake whispered right before his fingers reached for the nape of her neck and his lips took hers. She groaned and her fingers clutched the lapels of his jacket and quickly peeled it over his shoulders ready to move into the bedroom. She wanted him, needed him now before she lost her nerve. It had been so long for her she didn’t want to wait but on the other hand, she was scared to death of what she might feel, if Jake felt the same way. Would he be gentle? Would his needs come before hers?
Jake let her go long enough to have the jacket fall to the floor at his feet. He kicked it away and his hands retuned this time to her hips as he kissed a trail down her neck, short licks and wisps of tongue caressed her skin. Fingers massaged and moved lower, his grip never lessening. Charlotte’s right leg moved up and wrapped around his hip. She hummed as he ground his arousal against her. “Jake, let’s go to the bedroom.”
He lifted his head just as he flicked his moist tongue just above the rise of her breast. “Ohh!” He nipped her, laughed, and then licked the same spot. Jake reached down for her other leg.
“Jump up hon.” She did as he bid and wrapped her legs around his muscled waist. He kissed her hard once more and turned blindly toward his room hugging her to him in just the right spot. Jake set her down at the end of the bed, their bodies still connected, drawing out the pleasure as her feet touched the floor. He began kissing her while his hands went to her shoulders finding the edge of her dress. He brought the fabric down inch by inch and followed it down as he released her lips. Her head fell back as the fabric brushed across her taut nipples. Her fingers racked through his hair and held on as he kissed through the fabric of her lace bra. “Jake please?”
“Please, what baby?”
“I don’t know. I need,” she squirmed against his arousal. “I need…” Jake groaned.
“Shh. I have you.” He said. “I’ll give you what you need, baby.” The dress hit the floor as he finished peeling it off her. Jake quickly rid himself of his shirt and pants, while she watched under hooded eyes. He smiled and grabbed her. Charlotte squeaked with the sudden movement. Eyes dancing with laughter, Jake set one arm on the bed and the other came around her, holding her tightly as he guided slowly to the mattress, letting his weight come down on top of her, his other arm bracing some of his weight at a point next to her head. She felt like she was floating on a cloud, his warmth felt so wonderful, like a hot summer day.
Her hands roamed over every inch of his muscular body, the slow sensuous glide he started only making her wild, the heat between them building. He felt perfect. There was no fear of her past, not an inkling of disconnect from Jake. He wanted her and she felt wanted. As they moved together, they only stopped to discard the rest of their cloths, to be skin to skin. Charlotte’s lace bra and panties landed next to Jake’s boxer briefs.
With hurried movements, Jake reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a condom, taking care of her by taking care of himself. When he came back down on top of her, their eyes met and she knew that she could love him. Knew that it was already happening, but she ignored that pull now and concentrated on what Jake was doing, as he moved into her moist heat. She arched her back and moaned, as Jake swore under his breath with another gentle push, he was fully seated.
“You okay, Charlotte?” She didn’t speak. “Baby?”
“Don’t stop Jake.” He replied to her statement by rocking his hips back and forth, the movement like soft brush strokes.
Charlotte could feel her insides quiver with every thrust. It felt so good. Her legs came up and held tight to his hips as his movements became faster, his thrusts deeper until she was on the edge of something she thought she would never have, never feel. Jake grunted, jerked, and pushed one last time as he ground against her sex. Her hips came to meet his and her world lit on fire as the climax that was just out of reach ignited like a wildfire. Her scream reverberated through the room as Jake groaned and held her close and pumped into her as his own orgasm erupted. Jakes hips moved in and out of her as her excitement settled and then he collapsed on top of her as her soft mews lessened and her body relaxed into the bed.
Charlotte’s arms came around Jake’s dewy skin and held on tight. She didn’t want to let him go, ever. She hoped he wouldn’t let her go either.
A cell phone rang.
Jake stirred stumbled out of bed away from the warmth of Charlotte’s naked body. He so wanted to see what would happen in round two. The phone stopped ringing. When he finally found his phone and saw the number of the missed call he immediately brought up his voice mail and cursed a mad streak while trying to figure out what to do.
“Everything okay,” Charlotte said with her head peaking out of the comforter.
“I gotta go.” He hurried and grabbed a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, getting dressed in a flurry of movement and regret. Jake didn’t know when he would be back. He knew this would happen and he never told Charlotte about his trouble and now he wouldn’t have the time. “Shit!”
“Jake? What’s going on?”
“I have to go. You have to get dressed so I can get you home safely.”
“What?” She looked so confused when she sat up holding the bedding to just under her chin.
“I’m sorry baby, but I’ve got a family emergency that can’t be helped.” He stood and looked down at her face, the guilt he was feeling making his stomach churn with acid. Would he ever see her again? Jesus. He ran his fingers through his hair. “Please Charlotte.”
“Okay.” She said, the word monotone as her face went blank.
When he pulled up in front of her place not turning off his engine, thunder clapped and lighting sliced through the sky. Jake’s wipers dashed back and forth across the windshield trying to keep up with the rain. He looked over at Charlotte and felt like the biggest dick in the universe. She would never want him after this. She would never forgive him and he would never forgive himself.
“Charlotte?” She turned and looked at him, her stare vacant, and the slightest quiver in her lips. “I’m sorry, baby. I…I had the most amazing night. I’ll try and call you okay.” All she did was nod.
When she got out, he leaned down so he could see her and called to her over the storm. “Charlotte?”
She slammed the door and ran for her door. All he could do was drive away. In the rearview mirror, he watched as Charlotte hunched over her purse, at her door, trying to get in her apartment looking utterly devastated and it was all Jake’s fault.
Stay tuned for more of Jake and Charlotte – If you want to know why I created these two characters go to www.deadwoodwriters.org for my latest writer’s blog entry Soft, Hard, Harder, on May 10, 2014.