Lost (17 page)

  I didn't know if he stayed on the line, but I kind of felt like maybe he did.  Whatever, I wasn't twelve, so I didn't feel too badly hanging up first.  I did smile though at what total losers we were becoming.
  After dinner at my new favorite dive Murphy's, Kim and I walked a few bars down the street to Drinks, which was surprisingly busy for a Sunday night.  With the holidays it seemed like Drinks was the place to go in the village for most people who didn’t have to work the following morning.
  Drinks was packed and loud, and filled with every variety of person you could imagine.  Kim became Party Kim the second we entered, and though there was no place for us to sit, she ended up perched on a bar stool against some total stranger within seconds.
  After a quick round of drinks, and a shot of tequila later, I felt a man lean his arm across my back as he pushed me slightly into the bar. 
  Looking behind me, he was without a doubt hot.  He oozed sex appeal and charm, and when he whispered in my ear, ‘what can I get you?’ with a nod at the bar, I knew he was the kind of man most woman went home with.  He was not a forever man, nor even a weekend man, but he was absolutely gorgeous, so definitely a
just tonight
man.
  But instead of telling him my drink choice, I mouthed 'no thanks', and pulled out my phone.
  Calling Peter, he answered on the second ring.
  “Sophie?” I think he asked, but the music was too loud, and the atmosphere was too crazy to really hear or understand anything, so I just spoke into my phone and hoped he could understand me.
  “I'm not drunk, just a little tipsy, and I miss you very much.  Some gorgeous guy just offered to buy me a drink, but I turned him down immediately.  Even looking at how hot he was, I could think of no one but you.  I can't hear you at all, but I hope you can hear me.  I'm at Drinks, and I'd like to go home with you in 30 minutes.  I'm going to make sure Kim's okay, and then I'm going to stand out front and hope I see you.  I miss you, Peter, even though you were a total asshole earlier.  So that's it.  I hope I see you in 30 minutes.” 

  There was no point trying to hear his reply, but I hoped he had agreed.  Otherwise, in 31 minutes I was getting totally shitfaced with Kim.
  After yelling in Kim's ear my plans, she pouted for a second, then got over it as the original shared barstool guy kissed her heavily between shots.  I had one more shot of tequila, and nursed my tequila sunrise, but basically stood quietly, swaying to the music, trying not to get jostled by all the people in Drinks.
  Finally, 25 minutes later, I couldn't take the wait anymore, so I kissed and hugged Kim goodbye to a round of catcalls at the bar.  I made sure she was safe with cab money to get home, asked her new guy to watch out for her, which he said he would as he threw his arm around her shoulder, then I left the club for Peter, I hoped.
  Fighting my way through way too many people, I opened the side patio doors where everyone smoked, and I saw Peter waiting against the patio fence for me with a smile.
  Looking at him for a second, my pace sped up as I walked through more people to get to the front street exit and Peter.
  “Hi!” I yelled accidentally from the residual hearing damage from the loud club as Peter laughed at me.
  “Hi, back... Have fun?”
  “Yup.  Kim's hilarious, but the club is just too packed to even talk, so I needed to get out of there.”
  Taking me into his arms, Peter suddenly wrapped me up very tightly in the cold night.  Feeling his warmth almost immediately, I couldn't even stop the sigh I released in his warmth.
  “I missed you...”
  “I missed you, too, Sophie,” he said while squeezing me tighter to his side.
  “Is your friend okay alone in there?”
  “Yes.  She's one of those women who can go out by herself, have a good time, maybe pick up a guy and do whatever, but she always makes it home safely.  She's pretty ballsy, but not a total idiot.”
  “Are you sure she's okay in there alone?”
  “Yeah.  She's already picked up her man for the night, and he seems like he'll protect her from anyone else, so it's all good,” I said starting to walk towards my home.
  We had only 2 and a half blocks to walk, but it was absolutely freezing outside.  It had also started to snow slightly when we were in Drinks, so my new shoes were slipping and sliding all over the sidewalk making me look way more drunk than the slightly tipsy I was in reality.
  “Do you like my new not made for snow heels?” I laughed.
  “Very much.  Did you buy them today?”
  “Yes, but with all the sale shopping I did, Kim convinced me they were pretty much free, so I have no guilt.” I laughed. “I can't wait to show you the clothes I bought. Oh, and the set of candle holders...” I grinned.
  “Of course.  Because everyone needs a candle holder on every flat surface in their home,” he replied with humor.
  “Yup.  In case of an emergency,” I teased.
  When Peter opened up his coat, he pulled me inside and held me tighter against the cold.  It was such a simple gesture but it allowed me to rest my head on his chest as we walked home together.  Feeling totally relaxed, I breathed him in and asked what he did all day.
  “I worked in my greenhouse, had a thorough introspection, drank some herbal tea, and waited for you to call.  I missed you very much today, and I find it a little overwhelming how strongly I feel about you.”
  “I know,” I confessed.  “We’ve only known each other really for 3 weeks today, but I feel it too.  When that guy offered to buy me a drink, I didn't even think, I just turned him down.  He wasn't you, and I only think of you now,” I admitted a little sappy again.
  “I'm glad...” Peter whispered as he held me tighter when we walked through my extra slippery courtyard for the main doors.
  Once inside, I kicked off my new shoes, and leaned against the door staring at Peter.  Breathing him in and inhaling his scent, I eventually moved to pull him down to my mouth to devour him with my kiss.  I wanted to pull him into my body to make sure he never forgot me.  I wanted to cement myself into his heart so he couldn't live without me.  I wanted to be his entire world in that moment.
  “Thank you for meeting me,” I whispered across his lips.  “I
really
wanted to be with you tonight.”
  “How much did you drink tonight?”
  “2 shots, and one drink.  I'm completely sober, Peter.”
  “Good, because I don't want to take advantage of you when-”
  “You can take advantage of me anyway you want...” I moaned as I ground my body against his.
  “Will you try something with me?”
  “Yes...”
  “Go change into comfortable clothes and settle in bed.  I'll meet you there, okay?”
  “Okay,” I grinned, excited to meet him in my bed.
  After using the washroom and cleaning myself thoroughly with a washcloth, I brushed my teeth and changed in my bedroom. 
  Sitting on my bed, I wore a little black nightie with spaghetti straps and a low bodice with matching panties.  I felt sexy but almost shy as I waited for him to come to me.
 

  A few minutes later, Peter entered my room carrying a tray with 2 mugs of something, candles, and massage oils.
  “I don't need coffee, Peter.  I swear I'm sober,” I whined.
  “It's not coffee.  It's actually a uniquely blended herbal tea that heightens the senses and provokes a kind of mental clarity and physical arousal.  It's powerful and almost drug-like, but with the right person it can be amazing.  I wanted to drink it with you and experience it together,” he said almost as a question.
  “Okay... Do I get a massage too?” I begged.
  “Definitely,” he smiled placing the tray on my bedside table.
  I was never a big herbal tea drinker, but this sounded so cool I wanted to try it with Peter.  He seemed really excited and so sexy to me in that moment with his sweater removed, sitting on my bed in just his jeans, I would have tried anything with him.  He
was
sexy, so I couldn't help but lean forward and kiss him again deeply.
  Touching his chest, I trailed my fingers to his zipper and slowly pulled it down. “Take off your jeans,” I begged.
  Lifting to remove his jeans, Peter sat back down on the bed in front of me in just his boxers.  Smiling, he sat in the middle of my bed and reached for a cup of tea to hand me.
  “It tastes potent, but I added a little Stevia, a natural sweetener, so it should be drinkable,” he smirked as I tried it.
  “Um... Ew...” I managed after a swallow while Peter picked up his own mug.
  “You look so edible in that lingerie, Soph.  I want to rip it off and have my way with you,” he grinned.
  Smiling back, I dared, “Go for it,” to his laughter.

  “Just drink your tea first, ya tease.”
  Sitting closer to me as I drank the gross tea, Peter lit a Jasmine scented candle, and opened a bottle to pour some oil on his hands.
  “This oil might stain your clothing.”
  “I don't care,” I replied calmly.

  Nodding, Peter started massaging my neck and shoulders as he faced me.  He moved down each arm in turn until he did the soothing hand massage I loved.  Moving back up my arms, he focused on my neck again and slowly moved to my upper chest.  Under the bodice he massaged the top of my breasts like he actually was focusing on my muscles underneath and not on my breasts or nipples which was a little frustrating for me.
  I found myself very aroused minutes later, especially when he told me to close my eyes as he gently raised my nightie overhead one arm at a time so I could continue holding my tea.  Almost painfully teasing, Peter continued massaging my breasts, down my ribs to my waist and back up again.
  When he stopped for a moment I opened my eyes to him drinking the last of his tea while staring at me with bright eyes. 
  “I love the scent of Jasmine now. I don't think I'll ever be able to not think of you and Jasmine together.  I want it all over my home, Peter, because it's you to me,” I whispered.
  “Sophie...” He moaned as he leaned to put his mug down while taking my own nearly finished mug from my hands.  Placing them on the table, he sat back in front of me and kissed me.
  Slowly, and with a passion I had only ever known with him, Peter held my face to him and kissed me forever.
 

  When Peter finally pulled away, I knew I was different.  I could feel a difference in the atmosphere and within my body.  I felt almost high, but still mentally aware of my surroundings.  My body was buzzing, but I was very much aware of it.
  Looking at Peter, I realized he and I were sitting in exactly the same cross-legged position, in just our underwear.  We looked so lovely by candlelight I was almost heady with the need to be with him.
  “Can you please touch me?” I asked desperately.
  “What do you feel?”
  “Aroused.  Alert, but fuzzy in my body.  Like I'm humming, I think.”
  “What else, baby?”

  “I want to be touched, Peter.  My body wants you, and I know I'm aroused.  I can feel it,” I blushed.
  “Show me...” he whispered.
  Lifting my knees together I pulled my panties down my legs and after placing them behind me on the bed, I actually sat back in a cross legged position, tilting my hips slightly, so he could look at my aroused body.
  And amazingly, I didn't care about how dirty I seemed, or how intense my arousal was; I just wanted Peter to see how much I wanted him.
  “I need to taste you,” he groaned moving on the bed to lay at my body. 
  Pulling my hips up over his forearms, he essentially raised my body right to his mouth.  Leaning backward on my hands, I nearly cried out when I felt his tongue enter me.  Everything was just so intense and beautiful, and kind of fuzzy around the edges, but completely clear and focused between us at the same time.  I was so in the moment, I felt every breath he took against my body and every movement he made deep inside me.
  I swear I felt Peter in my soul.
  Quickly, I reached the heights of my arousal.  Moaning and rocking against his face and fingers, I was frantic with the need clawing at me.
  “I'm going to... Ah...” I cried as he lapped at me quicker and pushed into me harder with his fingers.
  When Peter suddenly moved and dropped me flat on the bed, and he moved to penetrate me abruptly, I didn't have time to acknowledge the change between us.  He continued touching my body in a frantic rhythm with his fingers, but he moved with a slow, steady enter retreat motion with his body.
  Minutes later, during the most amazing sexual experience of my life, I came.  Loudly, painfully, and intensely, as the breath left my body on a groan, I came with Peter deep inside me.  Feeling his slow movements inside as I came down, I realized how tight and full I felt.
  “Please... You're too big now.  You feel too much, or-” I struggled.
  “Stop, Sophie.  You're adjusting.  Do you feel yourself loosening up?” And I did but I was a little too sensitive and emotional to acknowledge the difference as he moved slowly inside me.
  Watching each other, Peter slowly pushed himself into my body only a few more strokes, then pulled out to come on my stomach again.
  Stopping all movement, Peter leaned up on his arms as he looked down at me with a beautiful smile.
  “I feel like I'm still inside you. But you're the one deep inside me, Sophie,” he whispered while leaning down to kiss my lips gently, which made me lose it again.
  Crying, I pulled Peter down to me and held him against my chest.  Running my fingers through his hair, I wept quietly as the events of the last hour played out over and over in my mind.
  “Is it always going to be like this with you?” I begged.
  “I hope so...”
  “I've cried three times with you already, but like three times total in the last 2 years.  I don't know what's wrong with me anymore.”
  “Maybe you just feel emotional by the connection between us, or maybe you're just finally allowing yourself to be emotional.  I don't know why Sophie, but I'm okay with you open to me.  It makes me feel close to you because I'm sure you're not like this with others.”
  Still threading my fingers in his hair as my tears slowly stopped, I answered the truth. “I’m never like this with others.”
  “Well, then, that makes me privileged to know you like this.”
  “Not scared?”
  “Never scared,” Peter said while lifting his head off my chest to look at me.  “Let me care for you, baby,” he said while slowly rising from my bed.
  Pulling me toward him, he walked me to the washroom to start the shower.  “Do you need your hair washed?”
  “No,” I said as he turned for my hair paraphernalia in the little wicker basket on my counter.  Turning me from him in almost total darkness, Peter lifted my hair and wrapped it into a tight bun on my head with an elastic to secure it.  Once satisfied my hair was good, he took my hand and led me into the steaming shower to care for me. 
  Washing my body from my neck down, Peter was gentle and loving.  He would wash an area, then kiss it afterward.  He raised my right leg onto the tub wall and proceeded to clean my arousal away with gentle sweeps of a cloth. 
  When he was finished with me, I offered to wash him, but he said he wanted to hurry and get into bed with me, which was exactly what I wanted as well.
  After our shower, when I crawled back into my bed I was absolutely exhausted.  The tea for all its sensual, mental clarity, also produced a calm, almost relaxed physical effect that was slowly wiping me out.
  “I need to sleep, Peter,” I whispered in my room as he joined me and blew out the candle beside us.
  “Sleep, Sophie.  I'm right here with you...” he whispered back.  When he crawled into bed and spooned me warm again I felt that ridiculous emotion creeping back up to my eyes straight from my heart.
  Peter held me tightly to him as I kissed the hand that rested against my chest before I quickly fell asleep in his arms.