My Nora (16 page)

“I get it, you’re married to your work,” he said, working one hand down her narrow waist to the elastic band of her pants. He hooked his thumb into the waistband, and Nora promptly pushed it away.

“I am. I don’t think you understand,” she objected, even while leaning her body into the hand that was kneading her breast.

“I understand you don’t even want to try. Real world doesn’t work that way, baby.” Matt removed his hand from Nora’s breast and deftly grabbed both of her wrists in one of his large hands. With his other hand he picked up the cardinal scarf, still on her lap, and wound it around her wrists.

Nora tipped her head back again and looked up at him. “Matt, what are you doing?” she asked, the tone of her voice caught somewhere between anticipatory and apprehensive.

“I want to touch you.” He stepped around to the front of the stool and bent over to grip the edges of the top on either side of Nora’s bottom. Next he kissed her until her eyes closed and she slumped in her seat.

“I get that,” she whispered when he pulled his lips back. “Seems like you have other things in mind, too,” she said, holding out her bound wrists for him to see and squeezing her breasts together in the process.

Matt grunted with his need, and picked her up around the waist and slung her over his shoulder like a rolled carpet. He paused to pick up the green scarf at his feet and bounded up the sunroom stairs toward the main staircase. “Yeah, you’re right,” Matt said, climbing the treads at a furious clip as Nora squirmed against him. “I want to make love to you, too.”

“I … ”

“Which room is yours?” Matt asked, pausing at the top of the stairs.

“Um, the one with the bed.”

“All right. Play coy, then.” He made an educated guess and tried the furthest room from the staircase — the brightest room on the floor. When he found that the room was furnished with a queen-sized bed, he pushed the door closed with his foot and dropped Nora gracelessly onto her own bed. Before she could object to being manhandled, Matt rolled her pants, along with her underwear, down to her ankles and quickly dispensed with them altogether. With her then naked, he grasped her ankles and bound those with the loose scarf. “Your skin is so soft,” he whispered, leaning over her to pull one of her earlobes into his mouth.

“You know, I’m actually not all that big on foreplay,” Nora said as Matt straddled her legs and pulled his ringer tee over his head. Nora tried to grab at his belt buckle to pull it loose, but couldn’t pry her hands far apart enough to manage.

“Without the foreplay it’s just fucking.” He loosened his own buckle and let down his fly, revealing gray-and-white striped boxer shorts.

“I don’t agree. Sometimes the build-up gets tedious.”

Matt stared down into her brown eyes, trying to determine if he should take her comment personally. She looked hurt, though not from anything Matt had done. “It’s a damn shame you feel that way.”

“Please, Matt, untie me so I can help you undress.”

“I’ve got that under control,” he said, backing off her to stand, heel off his boots, and drop his pants onto the floor. Nora sat up and had only one brief moment to stare agape at his naked body before he turned her over, put his hands on her hips, and pulled her ass toward him so he could dispense with the tedious foreplay.

Matt probed the tip of his thick shaft against Nora’s tight opening, aching to enter what she was so willingly angling up to him, but since it was their first time he didn’t want to rush and cause her pain, whether she thought she could endure it or not. He didn’t want to just hammer into her like he was some breeding stag that had finally been let out of his pen. He’d done that before, and it had suited what he needed at the time, but those women had been sturdier built.

He sat back onto his heels and replaced the soft fleshy end of his dick with his right index finger, sliding it into her while gripping her waist with his free hand to hold her still. Nora let out a sharp exhale. “What are you doing?” she whispered.

Matt pulled his finger out slowly and replaced it with two. Her muscles clamped around him so tightly he could hardly stand it. When he finally did manage to get his cock inside he wasn’t going to last. “Making you ready,” he said, swirling his fingers around inside her and massaging the stretch of skin that always tore with his thumb. He removed his fingers and rubbed her slickness all over the lips of her cunt.

“I am ready,” she moaned into her quilt.

“No. You’re wet, but you’re not ready.” He slid in three fingers and slowly worked them together so they were side by side, stretching her even more. Her breath hitched once more as he turned his hand over to flick at her g-spot. Imaginary or not, she bucked from the touch and began to rock back onto his fingers. Matt knew then she didn’t have a problem with foreplay. It wasn’t time for a therapy session right then, however, so he didn’t dwell on it.

Matt pulled out his hand once more and rubbed her wetness down his shaft with a moan. “Fuck. Hate to spoil the mood here, baby, but are you on anything?” He didn’t want to contribute to the baby boom just yet, but a little part of him died to think he’d have to roll on a condom. He wanted to feel that tight, wet tunnel gripping him like a vise without impediment.

“I have an IUD,” she murmured, wriggling her rear back toward him when his press wasn’t forthcoming.

“Baby, you’re rocking my world right now and we haven’t even started.” At that, Matt got up onto his knees and reached one hand around her waist to mash her swollen nub.

She tried to raise up at the sensation but Matt pushed her torso flat once more with his other hand so only her rear was in the air. He kept rubbing, flicking, and while she was too busy squirming to worry about what he was doing behind her, he gently spread her lips with his fingers and worked the head of his dick past her tight opening. Matt froze there, shuddering at the novel sensation and feeling his abdomen already starting to contract. Nora had gone tense at his entry, being so full of him already and not even having half of it inside.

He slowly pulled it out and let his pulse slow down for a precious few seconds and then capitalized on her arousal by forcing his cock in slowly all at once, as far as it could go, taking up rubbing her clit once more. She was good and stretched and with his left hand now free, Matt leaned over Nora’s back and used it to prop himself up as he started the work of drawing out, gliding in. Nora was already biting down on the comforter her face was pressed against, her warm cunt spasming around him. God, she was worth the wait. He would have waited forever for her if he’d known it would be this good. She wasn’t going to last long. Neither was he.

Matt bent close to her ear and whispered, “I’m going to come in you.”

“Okay,” was all she could manage.

With a few more tentative, slow thrusts, Matt increased his tempo and pounded more urgently into her, slamming his end against her cervix, hardly able to catch his breath between strokes. She felt so good. The first ever without that damned latex skin. The only one ever, if he had his way.
Mine
. He reached down and grabbed a fistful of her thick hair and gave it just enough of a pull to lift Nora’s head off the bed and then wound his fingers in it so that every time he bucked he pulled her head back just a bit. He watched her carefully, looking for signs of distress, but judging by her parted lips and the eyes fluttering behind her lids, she was in just the right headspace.

Matt pressed her clit rhythmically while thrusting into her and she came without warning, screaming wordlessly into the mattress, and the jumping muscles ensconcing his cock throttled what reserve he had left. He panted and his thrusts began to grow ugly, less rhythmic, until finally he gripped Nora’s waist with both hands and allowed himself one more deep, hard thrust that made Nora call out his name from the force. He spilled his seed into her as she continued to writhe in front of him, stars spangling his vision as if he’d just lost a quart of blood.

*

Five o’clock the next morning, Nora paced on her front porch in the pre-dawn light wearing nothing but her bathrobe, ratty rubber flip-flops, and her new cardinal scarf around her now disheveled twists. “I feel like such a tramp. I can hardly walk,” she whispered into the phone. Bennie, having been up all night dealing with a bout of prenatal insomnia, stifled a yawn.

“You’re such a prude. You’ve been with, what, three guys? One of those was your husband and the other your first long-term steady. Having sex with a guy you like and enjoying it isn’t a condemnable act in my opinion. It’s not like you’re slutting around like some people I know.”

“That’s not the point,” Nora hissed, peering through the screen door when she noticed a light in the stairwell come on. “He’s not going to give up about this relationship thing. His grandmother is trying to lasso me into the family.”

“His grandmother?”

“Yeah, oh, by the fucking way. Gerta, who I thought
you
hired, is his grandmother. She just let herself in thinking I needed an overseer or something. She’s moving in with him and Karen to help with the baby.”

“The baby? What baby?”

“Fucking shit. I’ll tell you later. I think he’s up.”

“Listen, before you go, here’s my advice. Take it for what it’s worth. He says he can tolerate you? Let him try. Show him how you really are when you go all anti-social when you’re painting. Let him see it to the extreme. If he wants to deal with your ass, let him. You like him, right?”

“I think I a little bit more than like him.”

“So what do you have to lose? The way I see it, you’re going to be brokenhearted with him or without him, because if he hooks up with someone else, you’re going to be all ‘woe is me’ and shit.”

“I guess you have a point. I just worry this could end just as badly as it did with Elvin.”

Matt’s heavy footsteps sounded down the stairs and Nora pulled the screen door open to step through.

“Screw that douche bag Elvin. Elvin could marry a Mother Teresa-June Cleaver-Linda Lovelace hybrid and still find plenty to complain about. You can’t base every future relationship on the way that one ended.”

“You’re right,” Nora said, shutting and locking the storm door behind her as a fully dressed Matt appeared at the stair landing. He bent down and gave her a tender kiss.

“You okay?” he asked, fondling the tie of her scarf.

“Yeah. I got up to go to the bathroom and saw Bennie had called.” Close enough to the truth in Nora’s opinion. “I’ll be off in a second.”

“Take your time,” he said, heading to the kitchen with his boots in his hands.

“Did I catch some innuendo in that ‘okay’?” Bennie asked, sounding like she was starting to perk up.

“No, you did not. He asked me that enough times last night between goes one and two and then two and three. After go number three, I had to throw in the towel.”

“Wow! He’s got stamina, huh?”

Nora groaned. “Oh, you have no idea. I’m pretty sure I have arthritis in my hips now.”

“Ha ha! You got turned out by a white boy.”

“Shut up.”

“Just saying.
El puertorriqueño amante
never managed that for all his swagger, huh?”

“No comment.”

To Bennie it was a big deal. She’d always said she’d marry the first guy who could make her orgasm two out of three times. She hadn’t found him yet. Nora felt like she could orgasm just from thinking about the last night. After the first time when Matt had untied her and slid her into a warm bath to ease her aches, she thought she could get used to rough play. And then he’d helped her out of the bath, dried her off there on the rug, and spread her legs to start licking up her thighs before she even knew what hit her.

“Mm hmm. I’m going to try to get an hour of sleep before work, so let me go. You going to take Chantilly the painting today?”

“Yeah,” Nora said, walking toward the smell of perking coffee, figuring the most scandalizing part of the conversation was behind her. “How did you guys work this out?”

“We’re banking on intrigue and curiosity and in the initial showing period are only allowing people to see the painting by appointment only. No cameras or phones allowed in the viewing area. We’re hoping the news of the painting’s installation goes viral and Chantilly sees a slow build-up of foot-traffic.”

“Wow, Bennie. Sounds like you’ve actually got a pretty good head on your shoulders.”

“Duh! I’ve been trying to tell you that. It wasn’t my fabulous tits that got me into MENSA, doll.”

“Bye, Bennie.”

“Yup.”

Matt was sitting at the kitchen table shoving his feet into his harness boots when Nora arrived. He smiled at her contentedly and drew her close by her waist to sit her on his lap. She cringed as her bottom pressed against his leg. She wondered whether she should pick up some numbing spray while she was in town.

“I gotta go hock fish. You gonna be okay here by yourself all day?”

“Oh, Matt, please. I spend most of my time alone.”

“Well, let’s change that. You want to go out to dinner later? Have a real date?”

“I … ” Nora thought about what Bennie had said. It was better to show her true colors sooner rather than later. “I think I’m going to be painting. Besides, your grandmother left me a stocked fridge. I’ll probably work through the night.”

“That’s funny,” Matt said, giving a breast a friendly squeeze. “She didn’t leave us shit.”

“You should probably take some home to Karen, then. No way I’ll eat it all.”

“Okay, baby. We’ll come get it later. Maybe you can take a break and eat with us.”

“We’ll see.”

He lifted her from his lap and gave her a gentle swat on the bottom, which made Nora yip. “Sorry about that,” Matt said as he walked toward the back door. “There’s a reason I always prescribe extensive foreplay. Next time.” He winked and was gone.

*

Nora was in the process of uploading portfolio items to her website when suddenly her Internet connection slowed, then sputtered, then quit altogether. She jiggled cords, yelled at the router box, and even hauled a ladder out of the garage to climb onto the roof. Satellite dish looked okay.