A Summer to Remember(46)
Soon, his hands were no longer at my waist, they were at my breasts and his thumbs and forefingers clinched my nipples almost to the point of pain but the feeling of skin against skin, his cock buried deep inside my body and what he was doing to me made the pleasure that much more intense.
He sped up his thrusts and I knew he was so very close but I knew he wouldn’t leave me without having my own orgasm. And then it happened, he began to come inside of me and although my body was alight with pleasure and unfulfilled desire, I still didn’t orgasm with him and that hurt me to a certain extent. I wanted us to share everything and this didn’t seem fair or just.
He collapsed on top of me for only a few moments before he removed himself from my body and I laid down on the bed, my legs spread wantonly because I was exhausted.
Paul positioned his head between my legs and began to tease my aching hole which had just been royally f*cked by him. His tongue darted in and out before he flicked his tongue over my swollen clit. Then he began to tease my swollen nub with kisses and full mouth suckling which almost took me under. Everything was done with that beautiful mouth of his and before I knew it, that feeling of pure pleasure had me tumbling over the edge and it was an orgasm so huge, I wouldn’t recover any time soon.
He crawled up to me and kissed me passionately across the lips. “You see how it can be when you just surrender all control? I didn’t scare you, did I?”
I laughed out loud in a throaty way. “Of course not, don’t be silly. It was intense and unexpected and for a control freak like me, it was my worse nightmare and the most beautiful dream I could imagine.”
“That’s really nice to hear because I always want to make you happy and we have so much to explore together. You are so beautiful the way you are right here and now. I wouldn’t change a thing…except perhaps your hair color—I always preferred you as a brunette.”
He spooned me and as his arms wrapped around me, I felt safe and loved. More than that, I felt complete for the first time in my life and had hope for the future. We could make it through this and if there was a doubt in my mind, I would never allow anyone to be privy to it because I loved this man and I was determined to make our relationship work.
I knew more than love and trust were needed to keep a relationship going but Paul and I also had the foundation of friendship and I would use it to my advantage. I was determined for him to fully belong to me before the end of summer and there wasn’t much I’d ever wanted I hadn’t made a reality.
Chapter Sixteen
The Friday following the sex marathon between Paul and I, my work day ended at three in the afternoon and I visited my favorite salon and my favorite hairdresser.
Gavin was gorgeous, gay and absolutely a miracle worker when it came to hair. He’d been my colorist for years so when I told him what my latest request was, he almost fainted from the sheer thought.
“Darling, I make you look like a natural blonde and you want to go dark? How brown do you want to go?” he inquired in a voice that dripped of Mancunian English wit and sarcasm.
“My natural brown is mousy so obviously I want darker. I want a medium brown with auburn highlights. Is it doable?” I wondered out loud.
“Of course but my question is why? Most women are brunettes and it’s boring.”
“I’m tired of dying my hair, Gavin. You have already told me that when I get old, I will have to go light just to cover up the gray. If that is the case then I want to enjoy my natural hair color or at least be somewhere in the vicinity for the rest of the years I dye my hair because I can and not because I have to.”
“It’s not a good beach look. I can do brunette and perhaps streak your hair blonde a la Sarah Jessica Parker?”
“No streaking or frosting, Gavin. Brown with auburn highlights. End of story.”
Gavin sighed loudly before he began to mix color while we chatted about his love life. I wasn’t ready to discuss Paul with anyone yet so it was quite fun to hear about what was going on with him and his lover, Kent, a New Yorker and middle-aged Jewish man, who loved him to death.
“I mean, can you believe it? I get home and all the sudden he’s got us tickets to see Scarlet Fever in Miami. The man is unbelievable!” he exclaimed as he began to apply the color to my hair.
“You’re not talking about the pre-concert gig they’re having in August, are you?” I questioned out of sheet curiosity.
“Yes, I am. I needed to move you to a week earlier next month because I will be on vacation the week I’m supposed to do your hair.”