Wait for Me (10 page)

“Who was in the car?”

“A friend,” I replied, perplexed. Why did it even matter?

“Just a friend or—?”

I laughed, bewildered. “Or what? What's the problem?” I asked. “Why do you care?”

“Have you been smoking, Sophie?”

Feeling a profound sense of déjà-vu, I didn't answer him.

“Listen, it's late, I should get inside,” and spun towards the door.

“Wait.”

Before I had finishing turning back towards him, I felt his lips against mine and his hands around my back.

“Ah, you were smoking!” he ruled, pinching my cheek authoritatively.

I tried to free myself. “
Why
do you care?” I said, agitated.

Adam pushed me against the wall, pressing his body against mine. “Sorry I didn't call you.”

I tried to push him away with his chest. He stepped back a little, still holding me close.

“Didn't call me? You didn't even say hello that night. I have my share of problems, but you're a fucking disaster.”

The room was spinning a little and his close proximity was not helping. I steadied my forehead against his warm cheek, inhaling his scent.

“Can you at least tell me what got into you that night? Just answer me that,” I sighed.

“Sensitive initial conditions, unpredictability, and evolution,” he muttered.

I tried to understand. How was that even remotely applicable?

He closed his eyes and took a breath, so deep it looked as though he was preparing to plunge into the ocean. He was concentrating. He was being tested.

“I panicked.” His eyes opened, penetrating mine. “I force myself not to want you, but it's tremendously difficult.”

A long silence followed these words as we looked at one another.

“So? You force yourself and yet you're here now? What do you want me to say?”

“You don't have to say anything,” he said, releasing me from his grasp. “I'm sorry Sophie. I'm sure you must have felt as though I used you.”

I sighed and nodded. “Just a little.”

“Is there anything I can do?” he asked, caressing my cheek with his finger, which moved slowly down my chin and trickled onto my neck and shoulder.

“Do you want to come inside?” I asked, wary of the consequences, but not enough to stop myself.

“Absolutely.”

He closed the door behind us. Holding my hand, he led me to the bathroom. “Brush your teeth,” he said decidedly. He then added more delicately, “Please, I don't like the taste of smoke.”

A little stunned, I grabbed the toothbrush and the toothpaste. Adam turned on the shower and I watched him in the mirror, pulling off his sweater and t-shirt all together. I brushed quickly and when I looked up from the sink he was completely naked, with an inviting erection. Leaning against the sink, I absorbed the image from head to toe. My breath grew short and my face hatched into an expression of pure delight. He stretched out his hand.

“Come here,” he said. I automatically reached for him, gliding closer to the warmth of his body. I felt his chest muscles, all the way down to his abdomen.

He carefully removed my jacket, followed by my sweater and shirt, then finally my bra. Each time I tried to kiss him, he would teasingly pull away.

He undid my jeans and slid them down to my calves, along with my underwear. He took off my shoes and socks, then helped me to pull off my pants.

Completely naked, I could finally feel his skin on mine. The slightest contact made me wet. We took small steps towards the shower. As we reached the curtain, he moved behind me and grabbed my hands, softly kissing my neck. I was melting inside. He drove me under the stream of water.

“Ah!” I yelled, trying to wriggle away.

Adam held me under the jet, gripping my hands tightly from behind so that I couldn't escape.

“It's cold!” I screamed, squirming. “It's fucking freezing!”

After three whole minutes of arctic torture, he let me turn around. As soon as I did, he sank into my lips, pushed our bodies against the cold tiles on the wall and started touching me.

“Please… I want you,” I begged.

He grabbed me and, without hesitation, pointed his penis against my frozen clitoris, then moved lower and thrust himself inside me. He pushed deeper and I felt as though I might tear, but I wanted more. I felt a surge of pleasure. I held onto the window sill with one hand and grabbed the top of the curtain pole with the other. He withdrew and stepped back a little. I pressed my shoulders and back against the tiles and welcomed him inside me again. Every fiber of his body was involved in that perfect motion. He penetrated me with rampant vigor, and I loved every moment. For the first time, this wasn't all about reaching climax; just feeling him inside me was enough. I held onto him as tightly as I could.

“Make me come,” I gasped nonetheless. He pushed me against the tiles again and continued to take me. It all felt so primitive with him. I sank my teeth into his neck, trying not to succumb too quickly to the ravaging pleasure.

“You're on the pill?” he asked hoarsely.

Oh god, who could think about the pill right now?

“No, but I'm due in a couple of days,” I answered. “Come inside me.”

“Sure?”

“I'm like clockwork.”

Adam buried his tongue into my mouth, almost choking me. As soon as I resuscitated myself from that scorching kiss, I pressed my forehead against his cheek and waited to feel him come. He gasped, quivering, then closed his eyes and released his orgasm. I reveled in his pleasure and his staggered breathing. Gently, he removed himself and turned on the hot water, accompanying me into the warm stream.

I took a handful of soap to wash him, but he turned away, put his face under the water and swiftly rinsed himself down. An instant later, he was out of the shower. Stunned by the sudden change of atmosphere, I hurried out after him.

“Wash your hair Sophie,” he said decidedly. “I have to go back to my place.”

What the fuck! He'd just come inside me – the pinnacle of intimacy between a man and a woman – and now he was off?

“Fuck you, Adam!” I yelled, grabbing a bathrobe and storming out.

“What?” he asked, following me.

I threw the door open. “Go home then.” I gestured firmly for him to leave.

He closed the door again and pushed me against the wall with an amused expression. “I'm going to get something to eat, Sophie. I waited all night for you and I'm famished – even more so after that.” He leaned in closer and kissed me tenderly. “Don't worry, I'm coming back.”

I felt ridiculous. “I thought you were running away,” I mumbled.

“Go on, wash your hair. I'll be back by the time you've dried it.”

I smiled and opened the door again. “I'm counting on it.”

I returned to the bathroom, picked up the cell phone that had fallen on the floor, presumably Adam's, and placed it next to the sink. I suddenly remembered Bob. I rushed to find my own phone and quickly typed a message.

He replied instantly.

*

Whilst I was drying my hair, my eyes fell onto Adam's phone again. I lifted it from the sink. It was one of the newest smartphones. Biting my lower lip, I hesitantly inserted the PIN code that I had seen him use when he dropped me off at college that day. It was his date of birth – I had seen it a hundred times on his customer I.D. I started to scan through his apps: some games, finance memos, newspapers. More curious, I clicked on his Photo Gallery:
Family Album
,
Climbing Album
and
Y Album
. Naturally, I clicked on the latter. I found myself before a reel of erotic images of women in compromising poses; poses of the bondage variety.

It was at that moment that I understood the extent of his perversion. I found a subfolder of videos. Perturbed and unsure, I clicked, only to watch Adam fucking a woman who was gagged and bound by ropes. I watched the whole disgusting spectacle. The telecom rang. I turned it off, tied my hair into a messy ponytail, slipped into jeans and a sweater and went to the door. With each step, I became less and less sure that I was ready to see him again. I knew that he had commitment issues and I knew that he liked to dominate, but I was not prepared for this. I turned the handle and froze, lacking the courage to let him all the way in. He pushed the door open from the other side.

“Sorry I took so long, I warmed some pasta,” he said, strolling in and kissing me. “Come on, I'm starving.” He took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom.

I fixed my blanket on the floor. We sat down and Adam pulled out a bottle of Chianti and a tray of lasagna. Great – more lasagna, I thought.

“I get it from Frank's on 2
^nd
Avenue. It's exceptional.”

I grabbed the plate and took a tiny portion.

“Is that all you're having?” he asked.

“Yeah, I'm not that hungry, it's 1 a.m.,” I muttered.

“Well, I'm starving, I used a lot of energy tonight—” he joked. I barely smiled.

“Are you tired?”

“No, just puzzled about something.”

Adam tilted his head uncertainly. “What something? About me?”

I knelt down closer to him.

“Can I kiss you?” I asked, a few inches away.

He smiled, stroking my arms and placing his hands on my neck.

“But don't touch me… I'll kiss
you
.”

He looked at me bewildered.

“Can I?” I asked again.

“Of course.”

“Close your eyes.”

He bit his lip and looked intrigued. I knew this must have seemed juvenile, but I needed to know. I needed to know that he could be gentle, that he was capable of receiving love and controlling his urges. He closed his eyes and rested his hands on his knees. I edged towards his lips and paused for a few seconds, inches away, before kissing him lightly. He immediately leaned into me.

“Don't move.”

He relaxed his neck, leaned against the side of the bed and closed his eyes again. “I'm all yours,” he said, smiling seductively.

I moved closer again, a breath away from his lips, and held my position. I kissed him lightly again, then again, my tongue caressing his lower lip. With the slightest pressure, I slipped it into his mouth. I touched his tongue and then recoiled, sealing his moist lips with another kiss. I did it again. And then once more. And again. I nibbled his lower lip and then went back into his mouth. Our breathing became heavier and our kisses more eager. Suddenly, the CCTV notification sounded and I snapped back to reality. I instinctively turned to look at the monitor and then returned to the kiss. He was staring at me with a strange mixture of excitement and concern.

I leaned back and sat cross-legged, picking up the plate and taking another bite of lasagna. I chewed it slowly and asked him a sanctioning question.

“You won't hurt me, right?”

“No,” he replied seriously, taking the plate out of my hands. “But it's risky leaving me like this.” He swept me underneath him. “I'm hungry for something else now.”

A second later and he had, once again, torn off my jeans and my underwear. He buried his head between my legs. I was already wet and waiting for him. He would tease me until I couldn't take it any more. Each time his tongue brushed against me, I thought I would shatter with pleasure. He would touch me lightly and slowly, gradually applying more pressure, before slowing it down again and licking me with purpose. He would stop just as the spasms began to take over… then start over. He put two fingers inside me and used his thumb to push my clitoris upwards, all the while massaging it with his tongue. I felt my nerves begin to tremor as I approached climax. I clenched my teeth, anticipating the eruption. My entire body was consumed in the blaze. The orgasm began to subside and he held my hand, planting a trail of kisses from my belly button, past my nipples and up to my neck. As he did so he slid inside me. I lowered my eyes to admire his abs, and closed them to the vision of his masculine body penetrating me.

I clasped my hands on his butt to encourage his movements.

“Holy fuck, Sophie,” he said hoarsely, collapsing against me. He slid his hands underneath me and raised me from the floor so that he could sink a little deeper.

“I'm coming,” he gasped. I held him tightly, once again enjoying his pleasure.

He stayed inside me as we kissed a little longer, our passion fulfilled. He delicately withdraw and stood up, admiring himself in his full splendor. I lay on the floor, moist with sweat, bringing my legs together.

“I'm going to the bathroom,” he said. “Don't move.”

I watched his firm butt leave the room and I pulled myself onto my feet. I was a little sore and my arms ached. I reclaimed my underwear and put on a t-shirt, tidying what remained of our scattered picnic.

“I thought I told you not to move,” Adam said, standing naked in the doorway, holding his cell phone.

“I wanted to fix the mess,” I answered.

Adam smiled and came to help me stack the plates.

“Are you still hungry?” I asked.

He leant towards me and brushed my lips with a gentle kiss. “Only for one thing,” he growled.

“You can have me any time,” and I kissed his hand.

“I think it's time to get some sleep Sophie, it's two-thirty.”

I lowered my eyes, dispirited. When would I see him again?

“What time does your brother come by?” he asked, lifting me onto the bed.

“Seven.”

“I'll stay until six then.”

He set his phone alarm and we buried ourselves under the blanket. Holding his warm and inviting body, I fell asleep beneath his touch and his kisses.