Walking on Sunshine: A Sweet Love Story (Seasons of Love Book 1) (13 page)

For a moment, I thought he would manage to keep inside of me, but he slipped out. I giggled, and he looked a little sheepish. “Almost,” he said. He reached down and guided himself within me again. I felt him fill me again, and from this angle, he felt even bigger than he had before.

I straightened up, allowing him to see my entire body. I hadn't felt this comfortable with this man since well before my husband left me, but the way that Cee's eyes dilated again told me that he was enjoying the view. And when he sat up, burying his face in my breasts, I started to moan involuntarily.

With each push I felt myself climb higher toward climax. My thoughts, worries and fears fled with each splendid movement. I wanted more. I dug my nails into his back, signaling him that I wanted it all.

Suddenly, he threw himself back, his eyes closed. I knew the look on his face all too well, and could feel my own pleasure begin to crest.

As I fell over the edge of orgasm, I cried out. “Oh, Cee! Come for me!”

I felt him swell within me and his violet eyes opened, locking with mine. I felt myself enter oblivion as he groaned, throwing us both into pure ecstasy. I thrashed on top of him as he dug his fingers deeper into my sides.

My orgasm seemed to last an eternity, and when it was done, I collapsed on top of him. He was breathing hard and began to pet my hair immediately. Quickly, he pulled out of me and pulled his condom off.

My stomach was so full and the day had been so long that I fell asleep right on top of him, moaning softly as he stroked my hair. I didn't think he minded.

I
woke to dancing strands of light peeping in the window through my blinds, letting me know it was morning. I was no longer sleeping on top of Cee. My arms stretched out, searching for Cee, but finding nothing but an empty cold spot.

He was gone. My heart fell. I knew last night was too good to be true. I turned over and pulled the pillow over my head. Maybe if I went back to sleep, I would wake up and realize this was just another dream.

I tossed around and begged for sleep to take me back to the dreams of him. It was too early in the morning to deal with this. After what seemed like forever, I sighed, there was no way I could fall asleep, so I propped the pillow behind my head. The stinging sensation of tears forming in my eyes made me sniff, futilely trying to head them off.

How could I have been so stupid?

I pulled my hair back into a tight bun and hoped that maybe the pain of pulling my hair would keep me from focusing on what just happened. I was always the fool. He just wanted to use me. Or even worse, he had realized what a huge mistake being with someone like me was. He had left me. I didn't want to cry, but even my tears betrayed me, plopping as they fell onto my bedspread.

The doorknob turned slowly and I looked up as the door opened. Cee was standing there with a tray of two coffee cups, and a bag in the other. He smiled at me. I quickly tried to wipe the tears away from my face before he got too close. I didn’t want him to think I was an idiot.

His smile suddenly fell as he inspected my face closer. “What’s wrong?” There was nothing I could do to hide the tears still falling from my face.

“Nothing... I just thought you left.” I admitted, twisting the sheets of the bed.

“Left? I could never do that. Especially after the amazing time I had with you last night.” He kissed me on the cheek. “I just woke up hungry. I hoped to make us breakfast, but you didn’t have any eggs or coffee. So, I went out to a bakery I know.”

He handed me a cup, and took a deep sip. I had assumed the worst out of him, like I did in all men. The rich flavor and bitter notes of the drink filled me up, my spirits on the rise as I came to terms with reality. It was okay now. He was still here.

My stomach let out a loud rumble that echoed off the bedroom wall and made me blush.

“I take it you worked up an appetite too,” Cee said with a smile.

He sat down in the bed next to me and pulled out a large napkin to spread on top of the black and white bedspread. He hauled all sorts of things out of the bag.

“We have a chocolate filled croissant,” he said as he laid a light brown croissant on to the napkin. “Also, there's a blueberry muffin. I grabbed us some eggs, and potatoes.” He placed a carton onto the napkin. “And finally some bacon. The best in town.”

I took in the breakfast feast in front of me, in awe of Cee’s considerate nature.

“Dig in!” he said. He handed me a fork and smiled.

I greedily grabbed the chocolate croissant and took a bite. It was buttery, flaky, and the chocolate melted in my mouth. Cee smirked as he watched me eat.

“What?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

“You just make wearing your food so damn attractive.” He leaned over and kissed the side of my mouth. “You taste sweeter than the croissant.”

“Are you always such a cheese in the morning?”

“The cheesiest.” He grinned and took a bite of muffin.

We polished off all of the food he brought in no time. I leaned back, feeling very satisfied. I checked the clock. It was already nine. Ben’s game would be starting soon.

“Ben’s game is in about two hours. I better get cleaned up.” I started to get out of bed, and stretched out my legs from their folded position.

“I don’t know, dirty suits you pretty well,” Cee said, winking at me.

“And there's that cheese again. Might want to get some bread to put it on.” I walked toward the bathroom. I looked around the floor and took note of where my thong lay on the floor. I tossed it into the laundry bin. Couldn’t leave that just lying around.

“Could you walk a little slower? I'm enjoying the view.” He leaned back into the bed putting his hands behind his head. It made his muscles stand out across his chest even more.

“I spend one night with you and you get like this?”

“Well, we did spend the night on the couch together. And, I assure you, I’ve always been like this. I’m just good at hiding it.”

“Really?” I asked, a wry smile on my face.

“Well why don’t I show you?” He stood before me, towering over me as he grabbed me and lifted me up, over his shoulder. I felt weightless as he controlled me, leaving me no choice but to hang on for dear life.

Carrying me into the bathroom, Cee set me on the sink. My skin made a little slapping noise as my butt met the hard surface. I let out a little yelp at the cold tile pressed against my bare skin. A chuckle escaped his lips and he pulled me into a deep kiss.

Two could play at that game
, I thought. I grabbed at his shorts and tore them off, delighted to strip off all his clothes, one piece at a time.

His kiss became much more primal, the passion of it overflowing as his teeth scraped against my lip. He possessed me with his touch, leaving me breathless. I felt his hard shaft through his boxers, the heat of it flooding me of memories from last night. My body responded to his, and I knew he would find me wet and wanting.

Cee stepped back and grabbed a condom he had put in his shorts' pocket. He leaned over and opened the glass door to the shower. He turned on the waterfall head, the hot stream running over the black tile.

I looked at him with wide eyes. “I've never done it in the shower before,” I said, a little nervous about trying sex in a new location with such a new lover. For having had a kid, I had never had a lot of adventurous sex.

“You don’t know what you're missing, Jes. I want you in here. Let me show you how it's done.” he said with a cocky smile. His eyes took on the dark violet of desire.

Steam billowed out of the shower as he pulled on the condom. It was like the backdrop of a sexy movie, one created in my dreams. I went to get off the counter and he stopped me. He picked me up and carried me into the shower, the door closed softly behind him. My back pressed against the cold tile sending a tingle up my spine as his hot mouth made his way down my neck.

I eagerly accepted each kiss, my body hummed with anticipation as the intensity of my hunger grew. His strong arms lowered me onto him. Slow and steady, until he was in me and I was filled with that throbbing shaft.

I gasped out in pleasure and gripped his muscular arms. He rocked his hips back and forth, letting out a soft grunt with each push. I was overcome with sensations from my head to my toe.

I thought back to one of the first times I had fantasized about Cee in this shower. This was so much better than my deepest desires. I thought about my own fingers touching myself. As if he could read my mind, Cee's own fingers went to my clit, touching me softly.

I was so far beyond aroused that it was ridiculous. I let out a low moan, my body trembling as my orgasm washed over me. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled over me as the water continued to wash over me. I could feel my body clamp down on his rod.

Suddenly, his fingers stopped massaging my clit. I cried out as my orgasm subsided, but then I felt him swell within me. He gripped me even more tightly as he buried his face in my shoulder.

“Yes, come for me,” I moaned in his ear.

He held me tightly as he pounded into me, and then he thrust deeply and stayed there. I felt him shudder as he came, and I loved every moment of it. With a final thrust, he finished. We were both breathing hard as he continued to hold me closely to his body.

Finally, he slowly set me down on the ground. I had forgotten he had been holding me this entire time. He took the condom off and quickly tossed it out of the shower. I giggled.

“Well,” I said.

“Well,” he said back. “How much time do we have until Ben's game?”

I looked at my watch. “There's still another hour and a half.”

He smiled and reached past me, grabbing my shampoo. “How about a hair wash?” he asked.

I could barely believe my ears. This sexy man wanted to wash my hair? How could I say no? I nodded my head. He squirted some shampoo into his hand and began to run them through my hair, sending shivers through my entire body.

I found a little piece of heaven inside that shower.

“D
o you want to go to the game with me?” I asked as I dried off my hair with the towel. I didn’t want our time together to be over yet.

“Sure,” he agreed. “Let me grab some clothes at my apartment. I'll be right back.”

He tossed the towel into the hamper, leaving him standing bare assed to me. I watched as he leaned down and pulled on his shorts from last night. I stared openly, taking it all in since I didn’t know when the next time I would see him in his full glory.

I watched as he left the bedroom and listened for the door to slam. Once I was sure that he left I jumped back into the shower and shaved my legs. I always hated doing it in front of people, but knew that I was going to wear shorts today.

With my hair in a sopping wet bun, and my oversized jersey on, I went downstairs to look at the mess we made last night.

There were still dirty dishes on the table, and shirts strewn about. My cheeks reddened as I found my bra perched on top of the flowers. I hurriedly dropped the dishes into the sink and collected the clothes to toss into the hamper. The incriminating evidence of what happened last night needed to be hidden. I wanted to keep it as our little secret. As I put the chairs back, Cee knocked on the door.

“Whose car do you want to take?” I asked, as I threw my purse over my shoulder.

“Could we take mine?” Cee motioned toward the driveway with his head. “I already have it running.”

“Sure.” I followed behind him to a little rust bucket that looked like it had seen a few thousand miles too many.

He walked to the passenger side and opened it, allowing me to slide in. I still couldn’t believe he opened doors for me. While the car wasn't much to look at, the inside of the car was pristine. It smelt like him, warm, clean and just a hint of grass. I inhaled deeply enjoying being surrounded by him.

We sat in silence for a few moments, as thoughts ran through my mind. I wanted to make sure what I was about to say come out as clear as possible.

“Could we come up with a game plan?” I asked as Cee was turning out of the neighborhood.

“A game plan?” Cee responded, a touch of confusion in his voice. His eyes darted toward me for a moment to evaluate, but returned quickly to his task of driving.

“Yes, I mean, I don’t want to send Ben mixed signals. I think it might be best if we keep what we did between us for now.” The words came out in a jumble. I started to make a sound again, wanting to clarify what I just said.

He grabbed my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I completely understand. Ben’s emotional state is the most important priority, and too much, too quick, would just be confusing.”

I squeezed his hand back, so thankful that he understood what I had said and didn’t take it personally. He really did care about Ben. Knots formed in my stomach as we continued to drive. I couldn’t grasp what bothered me, but I also couldn't shake the uneasy feeling growing in the pit of my belly.

We reached the field as the team was warming up, and I could see Ben, on the far side, stretching out near the goal. I hopped out of the car and walked towards Richard , who was standing on the opposite side of the field. He saw me and smiled, giving me a slight wave, seemingly transformed. A flinch of shock passed over his face in seeing Cee, but he quickly covered it up with a tight smile.

“Hi,” I said pleasantly to Richard. After last night, I could conquer anything.

“Hi, I didn’t realize you would be here too,” responded Richard looking at Cee. He seemed still be wary of him after their last encounter.

“I wanted to see Ben’s game today. He was really looking forward to using some of the skills I taught him during our practice, and he wanted to see what I thought,” Cee said nonchalantly.

“How was time with Ben last night? I didn’t get any texts so you must have had fun.” I wanted to try and redirect the tension somewhere else.

“We did. We went and got some pizza. Then saw that movie he wanted to see, the one about the superheroes,” Richard explained to us.

“Sounds like a blast,” Cee said.