Something is going on. Why does he keep looking down the street like that?
I pushed my messy up hair off my face and moved inside, him holding my hand. A tiny flutter flooded in my stomach because I knew I wasn’t going home. Evening breached Holbeck with its tangerine sunset and umber stripes as Chalk peeled off his motorcycle jacket. The leather creaked. The pads of my fingers were a little sweaty, and the nape of my neck was afflicted as well.
When we got inside, he draped his jacket over the chair. His eyes drilled into me, spelling out, ‘I want you’ without speaking.
Temptation was calling to both of us. I could hear my own heartbeat ringing through my ears.
Chalk closed the gap, putting his large hands on either side of my head and kissing my hair tenderly. He inhaled it with a long, deep breath. Pulling away, he took my hand. He walked in front of me with his broad, full shoulders, perfectly shaped butt and now bare feet. As we entered his room with the tangerine sun entering the room, he took my hands, lifting them to his mouth and kissing my fingers. The cool wetness lingered on them as the provocative move sent fire running through my body.
Chalk pulled his grey shirt over his head, his washboard abs on display.
My eyes drifted over his body.
“Touch me, Lucy. Come to me. We can take our time. Nice and slow. We’ve got time and I’m going to need every minute with you.”
The sultry command coming from his lips set my world on fire, causing me to let out a little whimper of delight. My fingers reached, snaking their own wicked trail down his carved, tanned body as Chalk’s eyes closed in the revelry of my touch. I watched his body shiver in response and it gave me immense pleasure to witness the feelings I induced in him.
One stroke, my breathing got heavy with anticipation. Two strokes, my destination in sight. The man was perfect to touch. I ran my hands across his colourful, adorned skin. He had a full sleeve tattoo on one arm and a cue ball on the other, with a few more tattoos scattered across his abdominals.
His dark, sensual gaze and raw vulnerability made me feel so loved. He felt like home – I’d been here before. His lips were as comfortable as a favorite blanket, but now there was new fabric that had been added. New textures, new layers to his tongue. We panted into one another’s mouths as my skin perspired from the fireball of energy we were creating.
Chalk discarded my top and unbuttoned my jeans.
I felt so exposed; it was the first time I’d been naked in front of a man for a while.
“So beautiful,” he whispered.
The husk in his voice made me melt as he removed the final layers, leaving me naked before him. No words came from my lips because I couldn’t speak, there was too much emotion inside of me.
He groaned loudly while soaking in my body as I took the opportunity to unzip his jeans and pull them down. All of my senses were alive, heightened, waiting for more of the thrill of him. We stood not moving, staring at one another’s bodies. Captivated and enamored. All of this time passed and we were still attracted, still wanting one another like the first time we ever made love.
Chalk’s large bulge in his form-fitting underwear gave me a glimpse of the future as the ache inside my core grew stronger and stronger. He laid me back on the cool, softness of the sheets and began making his oral voyage down my sensitive flesh with his mouth. Now I could run my fingers through his cropped blonde hair. As he reached the door to my pleasure zone, my legs splayed for him.
His mouth centered on my silken folds as he brought me to a quaking orgasm, weaving through all the years of lovemaking we had together and winding us back to the present. As I cried out in ecstasy, my body quivering, his voyage continued along the landscape of my body. He was straddled over me, ready to enter. His chest rose and fell with the exertion as he inserted himself neatly into me. We were closing the chapter of the past and opening a new one.
Single beads of sweat rolled from him as my fingers played in between the ripples of his abdominals. He rocked back and forth in a wave-like motion as I felt his internal pressure building, his grunts getting louder and his eyes widening as I matched the thrust of his wild hips. He broke free to climax, groaning loudly. He pulled out of me and laid beside me on the bed with his chest heaving.
“For old times’ sake.” I grinned at him as I reached out to hold his hand.
He took it, rolled over onto me and put the sheets over our head, so we were underneath it together.
A sound of the front door clicking made us both panic; no time for the post-coital glow. The thumping of little feet ran along the corridor to Chalk’s room as we scrambled to pick up our underwear and things from the floor.
“It’s Sarah! She’s here. Quick! Here you go. Here’s your underwear,” Chalk hissed as he threw my panties across the room.
I slinked into them quickly and almost tripped over trying to get into them. I kept giggling because the situation was hilarious.
Chalk puffed out his cheeks, trying not to laugh.
Luckily, I got my shirt on and Chalk managed to wrangle his jeans on.
Sarah rushed into the room, her curls bouncing every which way.
I opened the window to alleviate the smell of sex from the room. My eyes widened at Chalk as he ushered Sarah out of the room.
“What are you two doing in the room together? Mom! Are you coming to live here?” she screamed.
“No – well, I might be here sometimes,” I called out as I came face to face with Teresa for the first time since I’d arrived back in Holbeck.