She flies with her own wings (4 page)

“Oh God Matt, I’ve never come like that before,” I stammer.

He moves back up and kisses me. He ravages my lips, his kiss hard and full of desire. His hand moves down, under my panties, and he pushes a finger between my wet lips.

“You don’t know how hot it is to watch you get turned on so quickly,” he interrupts the kiss to whisper. “I had hoped that’d be the case.” He looks deep into my eyes as his finger strokes my pussy.

“Fuck, babe, so wet and ready for me,” he murmurs into my neck. As he kisses me again, he pushes a second finger in and crooks them against my g-spot. He pulls out and pushes back in. Right there, yeah, that’s it. I moan and arch against him. I press my thighs together even though his leg is between them, keeping mine open so he can work my pussy. I claw at his shoulders, and every time he hits my g-spot, I cry out. His mouth covers mine, his fingers working rhythmically, and I know I’m not far off my next climax.

“Oh God I’m coming,” I murmur into his ear.

He bites on my lip, and my body bucks as my pussy contracts around his fingers, and he sends me into another fit of ecstasy. Again, he pushes and strokes until I open my eyes.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!” I can’t get my head around these orgasms. They’re not like anything I’ve ever experienced. They’re stronger, more intense, and awaken a longing for more, yet I feel an exquisite exhaustion.

He lets go and grins down at me. “I hope you can still manage, babe.”

I nod, lay my hand on his face, and pull him to me to kiss him again. This man is incredible.  I’ve never had such good sex, and he’s not even
in
me yet.

He kisses the length of my body, over my breasts, past my navel, and down to my mound. He flattens his tongue and runs it over my pussy while my legs press against his head. Don’t ever stop! I feel his smile as he spreads my legs and widens me.

“Give me some room, babe, it can only get better.” He winks at me before he lowers his mouth on me again. He licks slowly along my lips, and the feeling is indescribable. My hands claw fistfuls of sheet as I arch towards him. My legs begin to shake, but he holds them calmly with firm hands.

His tongue slips into me, and I almost die. It can’t get any better than this.

My upper body shoots up; I’m almost ripping at the sheets. My head falls back and my words are mumbled, incomprehensible and interspersed with small cries.

As he pulls out his tongue, I collapse. He pushes three fingers into me and begins to fuck me while his mouth sucks at my hard nub. I don’t think I can stand much more. He’s such a turn on. I arch against him, trying to close my legs to contain this feeling, but he’s positioned himself so that it’s impossible. I begin to move against him, rubbing back and forth. He lays his arm over my hips and stops any movement, and I can’t do anything except take everything he gives me. I can’t calm these intense sensations down, so I just let them run riot.

I grab above me and claw at the bed post. I orgasm hard and cry out, “Oh my God, Matt!”

Everything in me contracts as I go over. It’s too much, too intense, too…give me more!

He licks until every last shudder has elapsed, and I begin to focus, then he pulls off his trousers and boxers. He grabs a condom, rolls it on with practiced expertise, and positions his huge erect cock at my pussy.

“I want you to scream my name,” and he penetrates me in one swift action, deeper than anyone has before. He sinks into my body and begins to fuck me, before I have a chance to recover and I scream out.

He starts with a fast pulsing rhythm, and my body reacts to his. I push from the bed, arching against him and raise my pelvis so he can go deeper. Deeper? The logical part of me is screaming impossible while my body has taken over and instinctively matches Matt’s rhythm. I wrap my legs around his body, my feet on his rock hard ass as he goes deeper and deeper. I look into his face and watch his eyes darken with passion and lust. He strains and I watch pearls of sweat slip down his temples. I take his head in my hands, bury my fingers in his hair, and pull, which spurs him on to push deeper and harder. I press my body against his, my breasts to his firm pecs, my soft belly to his abs made of stone, I scream his name and feel somehow free of everything.

He senses my pussy building towards another orgasm, the way it trembles around him. He pushes his hand between our glistening bodies and circles his thumb against my clit, and I come quickly and hard. As I come down, he pulls his cock out and I feel abandoned. He pulls off the condom and pulls my head down to him.

“Open wide, babe,” he orders, and I open my mouth. He puts his cock in my mouth, holds my head, and begins to thrust in me. Oh my God, my first mouth fuck! The feeling is indescribable. I should be feeling used, maybe a bit humiliated. At least that is what I imagine I should feel. I stop thinking and let myself go in the moment; I enjoy having his cock in my mouth.

“Fuck, babe, I’m coming.” I hear him say, and I taste it immediately. He shoots his load in my mouth and I quickly swallow. It tastes good, also something new. In fact I never knew it could taste that good. Up until now I’ve always found it a bit gross and never swallowed, but with Matt I don’t have to think about it. Not just because he told me, but because I actually want to.

He pulls his cock out of my mouth and lets my head sink into the pillows. He lies back and pulls me to him.

“Awesome, babe.”

We get our breath back and our heartbeats slow. He strokes my back and I his chest. I’m reminded of his tattoos and lift my head and prop myself up, but he pulls me back.

“Stay with me,” he says.

“I want to look at your ink.”

He reluctantly lets go, and I straddle him. His body is magnificent. Not just because it’s perfectly proportioned, but because his tattoos are beautiful. Both arms are covered in tribal symbols that continue over his right chest. Another goes from the right of his stomach down to his groin. I follow the line down, and it feels good.

“Back?” I ask and he nods. I kneel up and he turns over under me. I sit back down on his amazing ass and marvel at the artwork. His back is muscular, and I get goosebumps when it moves because it’s so beautiful. The tattoo from his left arm goes over onto his back. I like that there’s no other color, just black ink. I bend down and kiss him between the shoulder blades. I let my hands roam over his back and down his sides.

“You are so beautiful,” I murmur.

He moves under me and turns back. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me to him again. He holds my chin and looks into my eyes.

“You’re beautiful, Thea.” He kisses me softly, and I melt into his arms.

“Do you have one?” he asks and I nod. I lie on my front next to him and feel his fingertips on my skin as he traces around my tattoo that follows from my shoulder to my throat.

“She flies with her own wings,” he murmurs. “It suits you.”

“Normally, yes, but based on the last few hours maybe not so much,” I say.

He pulls me closer in his arms and kisses my head. “Well, you were nervous,” he shrugs.

“Oh God, was it that obvious?” I say and shudder at the thought I’ve made a fool of myself.

He grins. “A bit, but it’s understandable.”

“How come?” I’m curious.

“Well, Tom said you didn’t even ask who else lived here, so it must’ve been a shock when you realized you had three male roomies,” and he kisses me on the head again.

I trace circles on his chest. “I guess it was a bit, but that’s not what’s worrying me now,” I say

“What is?”

“The fact I live with three hot men.”

He bursts out laughing and pulls me even closer. “That’s what I thought, but to be honest, it won’t be easy for us either, living with such a hottie, and you’ve probably noticed how sexy I think you are.” He grins at me as I look up at him and kiss him softly on the lips.

“Was I too rough?” He’s suddenly worried.

“Not at all, that was the best sex I’ve ever had.” I kiss him again.

“For me too.”

I start. What? “Sure it was.”

He looks at me surprised. “Don’t you believe me?” and I shake my head.

“Not a word. You’re a sex God, you’ve probably had hundreds of women, and I’m supposed to believe I was the best?”

“I knew there was a fire in you, Thea,” he grins. “You won’t last a week here with that demure act,” and winks at me. “And thanks for the flattering description. I might have had hundreds of women but,” he kisses me on the lips. “The best,” he kisses me again. “Was definitely,” and again. “With you.”

“How come?”

He looks surprised again and thinks. “I guess it felt different. Are you sure you want to hear this?” and I nod.

“Okay, well when I normally sleep with a woman, it’s someone I’ve picked up in a bar and we either go to hers or sometimes even in the restroom of the bar. Well, more than sometimes,” he seems to search for words. “It’s not very sexy, do you know what I mean? More of a necessity. Don’t get me wrong; I love sex and make sure that she enjoys it, too. But it’s more to release a animalistic lust than anything else.” He looks at me. “It feels different with you.”

“Strictly speaking you picked me up in bar and took me to mine.”

He laughs quietly. “I took you to mine. I’ve never done that before.”

Now it’s my turn to look surprised. “Why’d you do that? We could’ve gone to mine.”

“I wanted you in my bed; it just felt like you belonged there.” He looks a little unsure of himself.

I kiss him softly on the lips and tease them with my tongue. I glide into his mouth, and our kiss is sweet and perfect. I lose myself in it and find myself saying, “It felt like that for me, too.”

He smiles and continues to kiss me. He turns me onto my stomach and raises my hips. “Lean on your elbows.”

He pushes two fingers into my pussy and strokes my g-spot while he rips open another condom packet with his teeth. I look back at him and see he’s already hard. He pulls his fingers out, pulls on the condom, and enters me.

It feels even deeper in this position, and he begins to thrust quick and hard. I feel it right to my core, somewhere between pain and lust, but it always stays on the passionate side. He gives me just what I want, what my body wants.

“Stroke your clit, babe.”

I reach between my legs and begin to stroke myself and moan. Every thrust is harder, and I scream his name. His hands grip my hips and hold me in position. My arms begin to tremble and every time he rams himself into me, I thrust my hips back at him. I want him to go deeper. I stroke myself faster and faster and feel my pussy throbbing. He feels it too and thrusts harder. My breath is heavy, and my screams get louder when I suddenly feel him give my ass a sharp slap. It stings for a moment but only intensifies my lust. He continues thrusting, and I scream out, knowing I’m nearer to coming. Another slap. And another. Oh God, it’s so good! He hammers in me and spanks me while I finger my clit. The sensations overload my system, and I crave satisfaction. I have to come. The next slap hits my ass. I rub faster. The slaps come in quick succession. Oh God, I’m there.

“Matt! Oh, God, Matt!”

I feel myself come and feel him close. He leans his upper body over me and hooks his hands onto my shoulders for the last few strokes. He holds still while he comes into the condom, collapses next to me, and pulls me to him.

When we’ve got our breath back, he kisses me on the forehead.

“Babe, you have to tell me when you’re hot, so that I can take care of things, okay?” I nod. “Promise me, Thea,” and I promise him, and I wonder if this isn’t the only night we’ll be together.

He strokes my back. “So? Spanking? Good? Bad?”

No hesitation. “Good.”

He grins. “Me too.”

“Matt?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“Only with your hand, okay?”

“Okay, I promise.”

I bend into him, and his arms pull me closer. I stroke his chest, tracing the shape of his tattoos, and that’s how we fall asleep.

As I wake the next morning, I’m sprawled in the sun that’s shining through the half-open curtains. What a night. I grope for Matt but he’s gone. I sit up and look around. I see his sweater and boxers on the floor and put them on. I feel a dull ache in my pussy. Ouch. I am a bit sore, and I grin at the thought of what Matt did to me. I quickly gather up my clothes and sneak back to my room, glad that the others didn’t see me.

I stop short. Roommates! Crap! They must’ve heard everything. I was screaming like a banshee. Oh my God, why didn’t I think at the time? Why did I let myself get so carried away? Why did Matt have to get me so horny?

And the worst of it is I’ve only known Matt a day. What the hell are Tom and Will going to think? I’m a complete slut, and that’s what they’ll think of me. Shit, I’ve never had a bad conscience before, and now it’s coming at me from all sides.

These thoughts sober me up a bit, and I start to rationalize. I’m a grown woman, and I had sex with a man. I have the right to sleep with whomever I want, and no one can judge me. No. One.

I take a deep breath and go to the bathroom. I turn on the shower, get undressed, and let the hot water run over me. Damn, that feels good.

As I get out of the shower, I catch sight of myself in the mirror. I look good, freshly fucked, and I grin. My lips are swollen from his kisses, and there are a few love bites on my body. I turn around and eye my ass. No sign of having been spanked for the first time. I smile to myself. Who knew a few spanks could get me aroused like that?

Is spanking anti-feminist? Am I allowed to want to be spanked? Is this bowing to chauvinism and condoning the head of the house castigating his woman?

I shake my head. No, this was consensual. He didn’t actually ask, but he saw my reaction and how it turned me on, and he carried on because of it. Hell, as an emancipated woman, I’m allowed to hand over the control sometimes. It doesn’t mean I’m some fresh-faced maidservant he can toy with.

I pull leggings and a sweater out of my closet and put them on.

“Thea?” Matt’s voice comes from the corridor.

He knocks and enters. He’s wearing just pajama bottoms and looks good enough to eat. He’s holding a breakfast tray.

“I was hoping to find you still in bed,” he grins at me.

“No problem.” I bound over to my bed and fall on the sheets.

He laughs, moves towards me, lays the tray down, and takes me into his arms. “Morning babe.” He kisses me, strokes my arms and back, and takes my face in his hands. He is so yummy.

This should be strange, shouldn’t it? Two people who spent their first night together should feel awkward the morning after, but it’s just perfect.

Matt’s made a latte for me and a black coffee for himself. I spoon two sugars into mine and stir and Matt butters me half of a roll.

“What do you want on it?” he asks.

“Nutella.”

“Why am I not surprised?” he grins and slaps a slice of salami on his half. I notice he’s given me the top half, which makes me swoon, and I take a bite. Nutella and butter, oh sweet heaven.

“You make the same sounds during sex,” Matt observes.

I stop. “Really?”

He nods.

“Is that good or bad?”

He lowers his head and kisses Nutella off my lip. “I love your sex noises. They’re so hot.”

I giggle and take another bite. Is this really happening? This is definitely one of my top-ten moments. He’s also brought me a yogurt with fresh fruit, and I feed us both.

We fool around, and at some point Matt puts the tray on the floor and moves on top of me. He undresses me slowly, reaches into his pocket, pulls out a condom, and lays it on the bedside table. He pulls off his bottoms and begins to kiss my breasts. One hand reaches between my legs and begins to stroke my pussy. He puts the condom on and penetrates me slowly and carefully. I take a sharp intake of breath, it hurts, and I’m more sore than I thought. Matt is careful and tender and gives me time to recover.

When I nod, he begins moving slowly in me and kissing me all over, my mouth, my neck, my ear. Then back to my mouth and his tongue plays gently with mine. Who would have thought such a big strong man could be so soft and tender?

Together we rock gently towards climax, just as relaxed as our sex. We look into each others eyes as we come together, and he kisses me sweetly before he collapses on me and lets me stroke his back.

“That was beautiful,” he whispers into my skin.

“Matt?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“Are you a bit of a softie?”

I feel his smile. “I’m saying nothing without a lawyer.”

I giggle. “You so are.”

He grins and kisses me, and as he pulls out, I whimper.

He kisses me again. “I know, babe, I’d like to stay in there forever.”

He pulls off the condom before he wraps me in his arms and kisses my neck.

We spend the rest of the day in bed. I leave early for work Monday morning. I spend my time daydreaming about him. His dark hair, dark eyes, muscles, and tattoos. I find myself questioning what this really is. He said it felt different with me. What did he mean? Does he want more or was it just a one-night stand (or a many-night stand to be more accurate) for him?

And what do I want? One thing I know is I’ve never felt that good with anyone. I’ve had my share of men but don’t think I was in love with any of them. Could I have fallen in love with Matt after such a short time? No, I think to myself but it feels like it could turn into love. Whatever it is, I have more feelings for him than for any other man I’ve ever known.

I don’t even want to define it. It doesn’t have to be labelled, but I’d like to know where I stand. Does he like me? Could it be love for him at some point or is he going to lose interest two weeks down the line, want nothing more to do with me, and give me the cold shoulder? Is it too early for this? Too late? Should we have talked about our expectations at the beginning? Shouldn’t he announce what he wants from me? Should I have done so? Do I know what I want?

I’m absently chewing on my pencil and ruminating when my assistant, Ashley, comes into my office.

“Thea, Mr. Arnold wants to see you in his office right away.”

Fuck! Does he know how unproductive I’ve been today? I pat down my skirt and set off for the upper story. His assistant waves me through, and I knock at the milky glass door.

“Enter,” he barks. His bark doesn’t necessarily mean he’s in a bad mood, but under the circumstances, all I can wonder is what the hell I’ve done wrong.

“Ah Ms. Bennett,” he smiles at me. I don’t bother telling him he can call me Thea. He knows it, but chooses not to. This might be a sign.

“Please take a seat.”

“Thank you, Mr. Arnold.” I try to look as relaxed as possible, but I’m sure he sees right through my façade.

“Ms. Bennett, as you probably know, Mr. Reinders will be retiring in six months, so we’ll be looking for a new technical director.”

I sit up a little straighter. Perhaps I haven’t done anything wrong after all.

“Even though you’ve only been with us for two years, you’ve established a good reputation. You’re productive, knowledgeable, and you’ve proven yourself to be able to cope with what you’ve been given. I’m disposed to give you a chance.”

All good so far.

“However…” Here we go...here comes the
but
. “However, there are two other candidates for the post.”

Who the hell are they? I’m Reinders second in command, who could be better for the post?

“They both come from other branches and have been in managerial roles in their respective fields and are considered to be suitable for the post.”

Crap, crap, crap.

“Ms. Bennett, they’re both men.”

Yeah? So? I didn’t take this guy for a chauvinist.

I must’ve looked confused because he continues, “Everyone is impressed with your work, but they…
we
feel, that you might not be in the…hmm…right condition to fulfill the duties that come with the job..” He’s sweating and beet red. He’s obviously very uncomfortable.

I’m not sure if I do understand what he wants to tell me. “What are you saying, Mr Arnold? Right condition?”

“I can’t go into detail, Ms. Bennet. But as a matter of fact, both men have more experience than you do, not only in the practiced field, but also as leaders.”

I do feel like he’s not telling me everything. As if the more experience thing is only a made up reason. He avoids eye contact. “I do know that you are a hard worker, I know that you are well-liked by your colleagues and your superiors, but the board members feel that you are not the right fit.”

I can’t believe it. I work my ass off. I’ve done both my and Reinder’s job for the last two years, and now I’m going to be passed over because…? Because of what? My age? A possible pregnancy?

“Mr. Arnold, what can I do? There must be something.”

“I spoke in favor of you, but it was mostly in vain. Although, I could convince the board to set a type of test.”

Test? What’s he got in mind?

“All three of you will be closely observed, each in your respective department. After that, a decision will be made.”

I go to protest, but he holds up a hand.

“I know, you are wondering how accurate the results will be when the board observing appears to have already made a decision. As you know, the board is made up of eight men and two women. The two women who both want you could make the board see reason. So it’s not the full board that’s deciding, but a group of two men and two women.” That doesn’t sound too bad, does it?

“Ms. Bennett, you could be the first woman to hold such a position and your chances are good because of the outstanding work you do.” I get all warm und fuzzy hearing his praise.

“You have three months to show what you are made of and prove that you are the right candidate for the job. I believe in you, Ms. Bennett.”

I have a lump in my throat. I stand up and offer him my hand. “I won’t disappoint you, Mr. Arnold,” I say, and he smiles at me.

“I know, Ms. Bennett, I don’t worry about that.”

Technical Director. Technical Director! I float back to the office. Can I do it? Of course I can. This is the chance I’ve been waiting for. I can’t believe it. Two years in the job. Perhaps I had more opportunities than I thought. I call my therapist and schedule an appointment. As she is kind of a life coach for me, I need to tell her about all of my life-changers.

“I had hoped I wouldn’t see you again, Thea. It’s been six months since your last appointment,” she scolds.

“I know, Carmen, but my life’s going to change, and I have to speak to you.”

“Okay, okay, but the first available appointment isn’t until next Thursday, is that okay for you?”

I sigh. “Not really, but if it’s all you’ve got, I’ll take it.”

I work all afternoon and into the night like I’m possessed. I eat at my station, run through the building and sit for hours at my computer. As I finally leave, I notice it’s ten in the evening. Where has the time gone?

I’m the last one in the building. I take the elevator down to the underground car park, get into my blue Mini Cooper S and drive home.

When I get into the apartment, I collapse on a stool, put my purse on the table, push off my heels and lay my head on the table. Fourteen hours work…
fuck me.

About ten minutes later, the front door opens, and I hear laughter and voices, but it goes quiet when they see me.

“Hey Thea, are you just getting home?” Tom asks.

“Hi,” is all I can manage. I slowly straighten. “Yeah.”

“Hey,” says Will. “You left the house so early.”

I sigh. “Yeah.”

“Is ‘yeah’ all you can say?”

“Yeah,” and I hear him laugh.

Will pours me a glass of white wine, and I smile gratefully at him as they join me around the table.

“Is eight in the morning to ten at night a normal work day?” Tom asks.

I shake my head. “Not usually, no. I’m normally out by six,” and I run my fingers through my hair. “But I’m kind of under observation for the next three months.”

Will’s eyebrows shoot up. “What have you done?”

I give him a dark look. “How come you think it was me who did something?”

He shrugs. “Just a feeling you mean trouble,” he winks, and I have to smile. He’s not wrong there.

“No, this time it’s something positive. The technical director’s position has become available but there are two others in the running and we’re going to be tested for three months before a decision is made.”

“Oh yeah, Reinders’ retiring,” says Will, and I throw him a questioning look. “Well, I have to keep up with what’s going on with the competition,” he laughs.

“Anyhow, I want that job and that means putting the hours in.”

“How did you manage to leave the office at such a normal time? You can’t tell me Reinders did his own job,” says Will.