Designing Intimacy

I always get what I want

Earlier this week I took the train into the city to Jefferson’s after my evening class, toting our dinner with me. And my sex drive, lol.

I had this pork loin and it’s too big for me to eat by myself, and I had intended to freeze it in two sections, but I forgot. So I offered to share it with Jefferson.

I knocked on the door and he opened, smiling. We kissed hello and I set my bags on the ground, pulling out dinner. Jefferson put it away in the kitchen for later.

He came back and stood in the kitchen doorway with a calm smile on his face.

“Take your clothes off,” he told me nicely.

Ah, so he read my blog.

I blushed and smiled nervously. “Oh…um…I…I gotta pee though, I had a big drink before.”
“Ok,” he nodded, acknowledging me.

I was suddenly overcome with shyness about disrobing. I unzipped my jacket and stepped out of my shoes.

“This is my ‘I wish it was spring’ shirt,” I said showing my spring colored polo.

Jefferson nodded as I pulled it over my head. I left my tank top and bra on for the moment. I moved to undo my jeans.

“Wait, look…” I said, turning my back to him.
“Oh a show?”

I shook my head and started pulling down my pants, revealing my “Spank Me” undies Callie had given to me. He laughed and complimented me in my choice for the evening.

I paused in my undressing and went over to kiss him. He accepted my advances, one hand wrapping around my waist, another grabbing a fistful of hair. I moaned in his mouth as he pulled on it.

“I thought you had to pee,” he said to me.
“I do.”
“And you’re still not undressed.”
“I’m, um, working on it.”
“Well, which are you going to do first? Do you have a plan?” he pressed me.
“Umm…I don’t know, I hadn’t gotten that far.”

Jefferson yanked my hair a little harder.

“This is what you’re going to do then,” he said into my ear, “you’re going to go pee then come back and undress and get me a bourbon. Understood?”

I nodded my head.

“So go,” he said pushing me along.

He stood watching me as I walked down the hall and shut the bathroom door. I did my business. And as I washed my hands, I watched myself in the mirror. I smirked a little, bitting my bottom lip, nervous about what the night would have in store for me.

I opened the door to walk out, and saw him still standing there, leaning against the wall.

“You’re still standing there?” I asked him.
“I’m still waiting for you to do what I asked.”
“Oh right.”

I removed the rest of my clothes and stood anxiously in front of him.

“That better?”
“Much. I don’t like not getting what I want.”
“When do you not get what you want?”
“This is true. Sometimes I have to wait, but I do always get what I want. Now go pour me a bourbon. Every thing’s on the counter. You remember how I like it?”
“One cube, two fingers?” I joked.

He didn’t seem so amused.

“No…”
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding! 3 fingers, 2 cubes, I know.”

I plopped the ice cubes in the glass and poured the drink handing it to him. He held up his fingers to the glass to measure, and I worried I may not have poured enough. I saw the liquid didn’t make it high enough and instantly offered my fingers were smaller. He took my hand and measured against my own fingers and I prayed it would be fine.

I just made it. He nodded in approval.

“So they are.”

He took a sip and grabbed my head to kiss me. Instead he spilled the bourbon in his mouth into mine. I took it and swallowed it, coughing.

“Hey, that was my drink, bitch,” he laughed, pouring another sip into my mouth.

I coughed more, bourbon being entirely too strong for my nascent taste buds.

“My thunge is numb.”
“Your thunge is numb?” he mimicked, making fun of me.

I nodded, smacking my lips, trying to wash the taste away. Blech.

“I think I want you to suck my dick now…” he started. “Though, not here. Not with the neighbors right here. That doesn’t mean you can’t get on you knees though,” he said grabbing my hair and pushing me to the ground. “And walk like a dog.”

Jefferson held my hair firmly as he guided me back to his dark bedroom, lit only by candles.

Part 2 and Part 3

All Things Sex | Avah | April 20, 2007