Jennifer's Surrender (35 page)

On our way to
the second, we stopped at a local grocery store, picking up some French bread,
cheeses, olives, and grapes. “Now this next one, they have a really exceptional
Sauvignon Blanc…” and he told me all about the vineyard and what made this one
stand out from the rest. I was lost in some of the details, but I loved
listening to him talk, especially about something he was clearly so passionate.

When we walked
in, an older gentleman immediately recognized Bill, smiling when we walked
through the door, “Bill!” he came out from behind the bar to shake Bill’s hand
and pull him into an embrace, “Damn, son, I thought you fell off the face of
the earth. It’s been too long since you’ve been up here!”

 
“You’re right about that, Dan. Dan, I’d
like you to meet my friend, Jennifer. Jen, this is Dan, he owns this lovely
plot of land and the winery.”

 
“Pleasure to meet you, Jennifer. Are you
what’s been keeping Bill away?”

I blushed, and
I think Bill did too. I shook my head and just said, “It’s good to meet you
too, Dan.”

 
“Well, let’s get you two lovebirds a
little taste of what’s new. I’ll be right back, I want to bring out the
reserve. You’re going to like this, Bill. And you too, young lady.”

I looked up at
Bill and he just shrugged. He looked so adorable. He put his hand on the small
of my back and gently led me over to the tasting bar. Dan came back with a
couple bottles tucked under his arm and started describing what he was pouring.

We tasted a
few different ones and talked with Dan for a good half hour or more when Bill
said, “Dan, I’ll take a bottle of the Sauvignon Blanc, and Jen and I are going
to have a little picnic out by the lake.”

 
“Young lady, it was very nice to make
your acquaintance. I’ve known Bill a long time, and I’m going to let you in on
a little secret,” he paused and looked to both sides as if it were very
confidential what he was about to say,
 
“in all the times he’s come up here, he’s
never stopped long enough for a picnic. So whatever you’re doing, keep it up.
It’s nice to see this side of Bill.”

 
“I’ll do my best, Dan.” I said and
giggled. Bill just rolled his eyes as he and Dan said their goodbyes and we made
our way to the grassy area by the lake.

Bill had
retrieved a blanket from the trunk and we spread out on the lawn. After he
poured us each a glass, I raised one and said, “To picnics by the lake.” He
repeated and we toasted.

The setting
couldn’t have been more picturesque. We were surrounded by greenery, shady
trees dotting the lake, ducks on water, vineyards in the hills. It was so quiet
and peaceful, it was nothing short of perfect. I sat sipping my wine looking
out at the water for a while, then turned to see Bill looking at me. We smiled
at each other.

 
“I can see why you’d want to come up here
and retire. I mean, I know this isn’t exactly what you were talking about, but
I can’t imagine finding anything this peaceful in LA.”

We talked
about the art scene in Santa Barbara, the culture, the restaurants. I’d never
spent much time up there, but it sounded idyllic. I tossed bread crumbs out to
the ducks and made fast friends. We laid on the blanket and talked and laughed
and soaked in the sun long after we finished our wine. Eventually, Bill
suggested we should get going.

 
“I promised you wine tasting, and we only
made it to two wineries. We can try to make it to a third if we go now. Or we
can just get on the road.”

 
“I’m game. It seems a shame to head home
now.”

 
“Or, we could always spend the night up
here.” He said, waiting to read me. I knew what I was feeling for Bill, but I
felt if we were in a hotel room together, it would force the issue. And I just
wasn’t sure I was ready yet. My pause and face must have said it all. “Jen, I’m
not trying to push. When you’re ready.”

 
“I’m not sure I am yet, Bill. I, I know
what I feel for you. I just, I’m just not sure, after everything…”

 
“I get it, but,
do you
know what you do feel for me?” he asked.

And I did.
Surprisingly, I did. “I do. But if I say it out loud, I think it might scare
the shit out of you and me.” He laughed softly. “If we get a room tonight, it
takes the decision out of my hands. The decision is made for me. I’m not saying
that I won’t get to that decision, but it needs to be mine. Does that make
sense?”

He nodded,
reached over and stroked my cheek. “It makes all the sense in the world. Come
on.” He got up and reached out for my hand and pulled me into a tight hug.
“Take your time, Jen. I’m not going anywhere. And I know what I want.”

God, I wanted
to jump him right then and there, but I knew it wasn’t right. Not yet.

We listened to
music on the drive down. When Brown Eyed Girl came on, Bill actually started
singing along, cracking me up. Then I joined in and we were both laughing as we
were singing, “Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da.”

By the time we
got home, it was early evening, and he said he was going to do some work in his
office. I thanked him for a great day and said I was just going to watch TV in
my room. After a couple hours, I turned it off and just lay there. All I could
think about was the fact that I wanted to be with Bill. I didn’t need to wait.
I knew what I wanted. And what I wanted was right down the hall.

I got out of
bed, wearing boy shorts and a tank top and saw that Bill’s light was on. When I
came into the doorway I saw he was reading in bed. He put his book down and
looked at me. “Jen, is everything ok?”

I nodded and
walked towards the bed. “I know what I want.” I took off my tank and my shorts
and got under the covers. Bill put his book down and turned towards me.

 
“You sure you’re ready?” I knew he had to
ask this, and I knew that I was.

I nodded. His
sweet, soulful eyes had a mixture of concern and lust. I said, “I don’t want
what happened to be my memory of sex. I want to replace it with a good memory.
I want you.”

He stroked my
face and then said, “I understand. And I want you too. But sex with me can’t
just be what purges that from your memory. If we do this, Jen, I’m going to
want more. I already do want more with you.”

 
“More?” I asked, not exactly sure what he
meant. That took me by surprise. Not that Bill wanted me, but that he wanted
more. And I felt a little like a jerk for implying that he was just my ‘breakup
sex’.

 
“Jen, I’ve always been attracted to you,
but, well, but I never acted on it for obvious reasons. But these last couple
of days, being with you…” he trailed off collecting his thoughts. “I’m not
looking for a submissive to play with or for just sex.” Then he laughed and
shook his head, “God, I must be the biggest idiot in the world to have a
gorgeous, naked woman in my bed and I can’t believe I just said that out loud.”
I smiled, but he wasn’t finished. “Look, if we do this, it will change things.
Hell, things have already changed. But I want more than just sex. I want a
relationship. With you. And I get it if you’re not ready given what you’ve just
been through…”

I didn’t let
him finish. I reached over and grabbed his hand and put it on my heart so he
could feel how fast it was beating. He stopped talking and left his hand there
for a moment while we smiled at each other. Then he moved it and took my breast
into his hand and started playing with it, rolling the nipple between his thumb
and forefinger, and his smile changed.

He pulled his
Tshirt and boxers off and then turned back to me. He rolled me onto my back and
got on top of me and took my mouth into his. It started out as a sweet,
sensitive kiss, testing the waters. But it soon took on a passion, our tongues
dancing, our teeth nibbling and biting each other’s lips. His hard cock was
pressed into me, the base of it right over my clit. I wiggled a little bit and
just the pressure of it, and the kissing and I moaned into his lips. He pulled
back and smiled a lazy sexy smile at me.

He pushed my
arms above my head and held them up there as he started kissing my neck on that
spot that I love. He was biting it now and I could feel it all the way down to
my pussy, it felt so good. He started moving down my body, his mouth now on my
nipple and his hand on the other one, his fingers mimicking what his tongue and
teeth and lips were doing. He teased and nibbled and bit, the intensity getting
more and more and I was moaning, “Mmmm, you like that, do you?” he asked
rhetorically and pinched harder and I moaned louder.

He kissed a
trail down to my shaved mound and then settled in between my legs, pushing them
up with his hands. I knew I was already wet, already open, but his tongue opened
me more, exploring, licking my lips, leisurely, one side, then the other, then
up the middle. Oh, just feeling his tongue in there, I wanted more. His tongue
licked straight up to my clit and he started circling it and sucking on it as
he stuck a finger inside me. “Oooh, Bill.” I moaned and he smiled against my
clit. He started easing his finger in and out as he continued to suck on my
nub. Then he stuck a second finger in and I know I moaned again. He found my
G-spot, curling his fingers and the sensation of that and him sucking on my
clit, I started feeling my orgasm rising, that tingling all over as it rose and
rose and he kept sucking and finger fucking me until I exploded trembling and
shaking. He kept going until the last spasm and then tenderly kissed my thighs,
and made his way back up and kissed me so I could taste myself.

I tried to
push my way down, I wanted to suck him but he shook his head. He pushed my legs
up with his knees and rubbed the head of his cock on my opening. And in one
smooth thrust slid in, making both of us moan. He looked down at me so
intensely as he held my arms above my head and started moving, slowly at first,
finding our rhythm. I loved the feel of his hands on my arms, holding me in
place. A slow smile came over him as he started to faster and deeper. I hooked
my ankles around his hips and he released my arms for a moment to grab my legs
and put my ankles around his neck. He smile again and put his hands back on my
biceps, then leaned down and kissed me while he drove his cock into me. The
intensity of it all. His kiss, his cock, his hands, I started feeling like I
was going to come again. I was pinned under him and I knew he could feel it too
and he didn’t stop, didn’t stop any of it. He just kept going and going until I
burst, moaning into his mouth as he kept kissing me the entire time. Finally,
after I stopped shaking he released my lips.

 
“That’s two.” He growled sexily.

 
“Did you have a goal in mind?” I panted,
smiling up at him.

 
“Well, I’ve known you what, eight years?
That’s what we’ll shoot for. Eight.”

 
“Eight!?!” I shrieked.

 
“Would that be such a bad thing?” he
asked, biting my nipple eliciting a small yip.

 
“What are you trying to kill me by
orgasm?” we both laughed.

 
“There are worse ways to go.” He said
devilishly and I thought,
who am I to
argue
as he turned me over and slid into me from behind. “Hold onto the
headboard.” He said and I reached up and grabbed on. “Don’t let go.”

 
“Or what?” I teased.

 
“Or I’ll spank you.” he said as he bit
the back of my neck.

 
“Mmmm, promises, promises.” I shot back
and he laughed.

 
“You have no idea how many times I’ve
wanted to take you over my knee, Jennifer. In fact, I think I’m going to have
to punish you just for that.” I know my pussy clenched hearing that, which he
obviously felt, “Oooh, someone’s looking forward to that.” And I laughed again.
Then he rammed into me and I stopped laughing and started moaning again. He had
one hand on my nipple and the other holding my hips pulling me back into him. He
fucked me hard, pounding into me, thrust after thrust. I held on as I met him
each time, arching back into him, clenching his cock each time he pulled out. I
couldn’t believe it but I felt like I was going to come again. I know he could
feel it too as he kept rolling and pinching my nipple and slamming harder and
harder.

My legs
started trembling and my whole body started shaking as I cried, “Ooooohhhhh
Biiiiiillllll.” And came again.

Only when the
spasming finally stopped did he slow down and whispered, over my shoulder,
“That’s three.” And we both laughed. He pulled out and then said, “Come here, I
want you on top of me. I want to see you.”

 
“I think you’re just looking to take a
break.” I teased, not that I could blame him, as I straddled and eased myself
down onto him. I let my head roll back as I got used to the feeling from this
angle. It had been a while since I had been on top. Not surprisingly, Sir, uh
Stephen, wasn’t too fond of that position. I started slowly rocking back and forth,
grinding my clit into him.

 
“Jesus, Jen, you are so beautiful.” Bill
said as he looked up at me. My hair was spilling down my shoulders, my breasts
peeking out from the ends. I was taking my time, catching my breath, exploring
riding up and down versus grinding on him. He beamed up at me and put his hands
on my hips, guiding me, grinding harder on him. “Push your hair back and touch
yourself.” He said, so I cupped my breasts and started pinching my nipples as I
rocked back and forth.

I couldn’t
believe I could come again so quickly, but the rocking and grinding, every time
he brought me forward, his cock hit my G-spot and coupled with my clit grinding
on him and me pinching my own nipples a slow, easy, rolling orgasm started to
overtake me.