“Kat,” I said, stepping out into the snow with no shoes on. I put my hand on her shoulder and she turned to look at me. “Come inside.” She let me slip my hand in hers and guide her up the steps and into the warm entryway of my house. There was a soft glow from the fire I had made earlier, and the sound from the TV cut through the otherwise silent, emptiness of the house.
I closed the door behind us and then we stood in front of each other, not saying anything for a moment.
“What about Victoria?” she said.
I shook my head. “She’s not here.”
She opened her mouth like she was going to say something, then closed it as if she thought better of it. I watched her lips move as her brain tried to find the right words to speak, and before I even knew what I was doing, my arms were around her waist, and I was kissing her. She kissed me back without hesitation and I picked her up off the ground. She gasped as her feet lifted into the air and I let out a soft laugh.
We kissed again, then I put her down and broke away, but still kept my arms around her.
“Kat,” I said. “I’m sorry for what I said today. I swear, I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad, I was just confused and overwhelmed and—”
She smiled. “It’s fine. Really. I didn’t come over here for an apology.”
“Then what did you come over here for?”
She didn’t say anything, just held my gaze, and told me everything I needed to know with the look in her eye. I kissed her again and soon we were stumbling up the stairs to my bedroom. I had slept with other women since Erin passed, but it was by no means a common occurrence; and before Kat, I had never brought another woman up to the bed I once shared with my wife. But that night, it wasn’t even a thought, I gave it not a moment’s hesitation.
In my bedroom, she slipped off her coat and revealed a black silk nightgown underneath. Besides her spiked black heels, that seemed to be all she was wearing. I saw she had goosebumps all over her legs and arms from the chilly winter air. She held her coat out to the side, smiling at me, before letting it drop to the ground. I started unbuttoning my own shirt and then she was right in front of me, taking over the job of my undressing. She was fast with the buttons, and even faster with my belt. Within seconds, I was standing there in just my briefs, my arousal obvious through the thin fabric.
I reached out and put my hands on her shoulders, running my fingers down the skin of her arms, trying to warm her up. Then I slipped one finger beneath one strap, then another under the second strap, and with one sleek movement, the garment slid down her body and she was naked. She pressed against me, putting her mouth on mine again, and then slid her hand under the waistband of my briefs and curled her soft fingers around me. I gasped for a moment, as our lips parted, but couldn’t stand not tasting her, even for a second, so I went back to kissing her, slipping my tongue into her mouth. She seemed to enjoy that, and I was enjoying what she was doing with her cold, delicate fingers, and we made our way to the bed.
One hand behind her back, I guided her down on top of the comforter. She went to take my underwear off, but I stopped her. “Not yet,” I whispered.
She frowned at me but let me arrange her body so that she was laying on her back, with her knees bent. I got on top of her and started kissing, first her mouth, then I ran my lips down the line of her neck, stopping to suck on her nipples, before descending all the way down between her legs.
She moaned as I explored her with my tongue. Gasping, she reached down and grabbed my hair and even though it hurt a little as she pulled, I found the pain to be exhilarating. Her moans got louder as she got closer and closer to climaxing.
“Wait, stop,” she said, sounding out of breath. I looked up at her. “I want to finish together.”
I gave her one last playful lick and then she was pushing me down on the bed, pulling down my briefs, and straddling me. She was dripping wet, and I was rock hard, so it was effortless slipping inside of her. We both gasped with pleasure at this moment, and I reached up and cupped her breast, feeling the taut skin of her erect nipples against the palm of my hand.
She began to move, rhythmically, up and down while also spinning her hips around like she was a mixer, and I was the dough. It felt so good, I nearly lost myself in the sensation. Thankfully, I kept my focus, and knowing that she wouldn’t be likely to come with just penetration alone, I took two of my fingers and rubbed her gently between her legs as she continued to ride me.
Our breathing synced up and if our movements were a rhythm then we were both playing the exact same song. It was thrilling to be so connected to someone. I could anticipate every one of her moans, I knew every time she was going to throw her head back in sheer pleasure, because I was feeling all the same sensations along with her.
And she anticipated my needs well, making her movements faster and rougher just as I was on the crest of an orgasm, so that we both crashed over the edge at the same time, gasping for air but reveling in the breathlessness of it all. For a moment, she left me inside her, and smiled down at me. I ran a hand through my sweaty hair and let out a soft laugh.
“That was—”
“I know,” she said.
She gently lifted herself off of my lap and laid down at my side, the curve of her body illuminated in the soft light of the bedside lamp. I watched her for a while, and neither of us said anything. But we didn’t need words to communicate. Not anymore.
In my head, I took back everything I said earlier that day.
Wewereright for each other.
We were perfect for each other, fitting together like puzzle pieces. Wanting to communicate this thought but not wanting to break the silence, I reached out and gently ran my fingers up and down her back until I heard her breathing get slower and deeper and I knew she was asleep. She was on my side of the bed, but I didn’t mind. I got up and pulled the sheet and blanket over her so she wouldn’t get cold, then went to take a shower.
Under the hot water, I found myself getting aroused again at the memory of what just happened. I shook my head and tried to calm down a little.
This unyielding desire better wear off before work tomorrow.
But even as I thought this, I knew it was a pipe dream. I had been thinking about Kat, fantasizing about her, since the day she arrived at the SHDC building, and the fact that I’d just had some of the most incredible sex in my life with her, was only going to make me think about her even more. If that were possible. All I could hope for was that she would be thinking about me too, and that this wouldn’t be the first andlasttime we got together.
That would really drive me crazy.