Page 22 of The Lover
In my life I had never been so free with a woman during sex. I knew how to make a woman come, I knew how to get off. This was different. This was like fulfilling any fantasy I’d ever had. My dick between those perfect breasts and Ellie smiling at me wickedly as if she would give me anything I wanted.
I had been helpless. It had been frightening. I wondered if this was what Ellie had felt last night when she told me to stop. Like neither of us could handle the passion of what we were together. It was all too much.
I didn’t know what that meant. But I figured I was a cowboy. I could put a rope around anything and eventually make it bend to my will. This was just a mental rope around sex.
One thing for sure was that I needed to be more in control. I couldn’t risk doing something that might legitimately put her off, because it was clear she didn’t have any boundaries when it came to sex.
So I couldn’t do anything as crazy as tell her to get down on her knees under the table and suck me off.
Because I was afraid she might do it.
Instead I reached across the table and took her hand in mine. I brushed my thumb over hers. I looked around at some of the other customers in the tables adjacent to our booth. No one was looking at us funny. No one was staring at us.
“No one knows who we are,” I said.
“Huh?” Ellie was looking down at our joined hands. I shocked her, I know. It wasn’t like me to do this. I never would have done this if we were at Frank’s. But I liked touching her.
I liked knowing I could touch her. No one around here thought we were anything other than two people who were fucking each other.
“Anybody who looks at us thinks we’re a normal couple.”
She leaned over the table. “We are not a normal couple, Jake.”
“I know that, but here we are. Nothing to speculate or wonder about. Just two adults having breakfast together. I like that.”
“Is that what we are now?”
I knew what she was asking. She wanted to know what these few days meant for us. What exactly we were now, because Ellie and I weren’t anything if we weren’t defining ourselves. Friends. Married. Divorced. Limbo.
“We’re lovers.”
She nodded. “Lovers. I like that. I’ve gone from teen bride, to virginal wife, to ex-wife lover. It’s like a Lifetime movie!”
Still I had to remind her, “The point of you coming here was to give you options. I don’t think I did a very good job of that.”
“Jake Talley, that might be the most sexist thing you’ve ever said to me. Have I taught you nothing? You don’t control what choices I make. I control them.”
She had a point. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I only… you know I only want what’s best for you. I want the best of everything for you, Ellie. There are times in the past when I’ve made choices that I don’t think were good choices for you.”
She scowled at me. “Jake, get over it. I’m nineteen. I own a multi-million-dollar cattle ranch that we’ve run successfully, both you and me, for two and a half years.”
When she said it like that, I had to concede maybe I was a little sexist. Because this whole time all I had been thinking about were how my choices were affecting her. Never once did I consider what her choices meant.
Her choice to kiss me the night she graduated high school. Her choice to offer me her virginity. Her choice not to date anyone. Her choice to stay with me at the hotel.
Her choice to see how the sight of her breasts on my cock aroused me and give me something she knew I wanted. Something I never thought to take before.
The food came and I ate it, but I didn’t taste much of it.
“So what should we do for the day?” she asked. As she nibbled on her bacon.
We had the whole day and night. I didn’t have to leave until early tomorrow morning. As it was, I knew Ellie was blowing off a day’s worth of classes but she didn’t seem to be bothered by it.
There was a rodeo in town I saw on signs when I was driving here. A movie theater, too. I could let her pick a girly movie.
Those would have been the sensible things to do. Allow me to get a rein on this sexual intensity between us rather than dive back in for round two.
Except I wasn’t feeling very sensible.
