Awakening to You... In Boston (Awakening Trilogy #1) Page 6

  Once he was properly licked clean, I picked up the cushion, stood up and backed to the nearest chair. Turning it around to face him, I returned the pillow to its original position and then I sat down on it and spread my legs out over the arms of the chair. I watched his tongue swipe over his eager mouth and I began to fondle my breasts. Kneading them with both of my hands, circling my rock hard nipples with my fingertips, I then tugged on my aching nipples as I stared at him and smiled. He smiled back with darkened eyes. I slid my hands down my torso, along the inside of my thighs, to my knees and then back up to settle them between my legs. I saw him swallow hard as I began to caress my slick lips. I was so wet, my fingers slid along perfectly, “Oooh, so good,” I cried and threw my head back.

  “Head up, Sofie. I want you looking at me. This is for me. No one else.” Raising my head, focusing on his face, I brought one of my hands to my mouth and sucked my fingers, moaning. My naughty man was breathing heavily; I could see the rapid rise and fall of his chest. Time to throw him over the edge, see how much more he could take before he broke free and attacked me. Moving my hand back between my legs, I circled my hard nub then plunged two fingers into my pussy and began to fuck myself. I thought he would stop me, but no, he watched as I moaned his name. I had never been more turned on and it had never felt so good to fuck myself. If he asked me to stop now, I couldn’t. Oh God, I had found a spot that I had never found before and suddenly, waves were rolling inside of my pussy. I could feel an amazing buildup and I moved faster, pushing harder into the yummy spot. Then it hit me full force and I screamed as a climax, like no other, ripped through my body. Liquid squirt out from between my legs. “Oh, Sofie… that was fucking amazing,” I heard before I felt Drakes mouth engulf and lap my pussy. It was his turned to lick me clean. I enjoyed every swipe.

  I don’t know how I could still feel a wanting sensation after that but I did. And when Drake spoke, I knew we were on the same wonderful page. “Oh, Sofie… you’re going to have to do that again for me… but right now, you have to untie me. As much as I liked watching that, I need to fuck you. I need to be buried in you.” I smiled as he stood and turned around before doing as he asked.

  I saw flames ignite in his lavender eyes as he swiftly pulled his shirt over his head. His body sent a shiver along my spine; it was truly a glorious sight. Quickly, he moved back to me, grasped my hair at the nape, tipped my head, and crushed his mouth on mine. Backing me until we were on the lawn, he turned me around to face the Sound and lowered me to the ground on all fours. We were on display; fully naked on the lawn. Anyone with a good pair of binoculars, on one of the various boats that cruised the shoreline to glimpse the homes of the rich and famous, could have a full show. The thought was somehow exciting. I moaned as he got behind me, spread my cheeks, and hammered me with his big, beautiful, erect appendage. He filled me up perfectly. God, he felt incredible inside of me. I couldn’t get enough of him. I pushed back and as he drove forward. We moved into each other, screaming, panting, moaning out in the open; mating like animals, climaxing together. It was so powerful. Intense. I had to laugh when he howled his satisfaction, scooped me up, and jumped into the pool. That was one way to cool the moment.

  While the sun went down, we swam, dunked each other, and made out in the pool like a couple of teenagers. It was so much and believe it or not, it was my first time skinny dippy with a man. Another first with the man I loved. I sighed, closed my eyes, and wished there would be many more firsts with him when the first star of the night twinkled in the sky. “Did you just make a wish, Sofie?”

  “Yes… yes, I did.” I turned to see him swim toward me and take me in his big, strong arms. My heart skipped a beat. Oh God, was I ever in trouble. He was my first love and soon he would be my first true heartbreak. How would I ever survive?

  Chapter Eight

  “Go out for ice cream or eat popcorn and watch movies naked?” Those were my two options once we christened the pool one last time. I’m sure anyone could guess my answer. Yes, we spent the night watching bits and pieces of two movies. If our lives depended on explaining the plots of either of the movies, we were surely doomed. Funny that we even attempted. At some point during the second film, Drake flipped off the TV and carried me to the master suite that belonged to him.

  Awakened by a ray of sunshine and that lovely man spooning my backside, we climbed out of bed and leisurely made our way downstairs. Drake made us breakfast and then we got dressed; a bikini and a sarong for me and trunks for him for our day on the beach. Strolling down the shore, we looked at some of the distance houses and I received my architecture lesson of the morning. Back in front of the house, we built sandcastles. Wow! Could this hot man ever build with sand! When he was finally satisfied with his design, I took out my phone to snap a photo. I knew I would never be able to create something as beautiful and I never wanted to forget it. Just as I was focusing the camera, Drake took the phone from my hand and my simple picture became a selfie of us with our “Blaxton Castle,” as he named it. Our first photo together.

  Sandy and hot, we took a swim and enjoyed a siesta after an amazingly slow, loving fuck on a chaise lounge, poolside. I could’ve stayed in Cape Cod with Drake forever but reluctantly, we packed up and headed for Boston; stopping first for the best soft serve pistachio ice cream cone I’d ever had. I didn’t even know soft serve came in any other flavor beside chocolate and vanilla. The place had a large selection of flavors and was packed with noisy, excited families, enjoying a sweet treat on a Sunday afternoon.

  “I love seeing that,” Drake said as he nudged me to look at little happy faces coated with ice cream.

  “Me too. I love the laughter. It’s Part of why I started going to the Frog Pond. Oops, looks like someone lost their ice cream,” I said as a little boy stood—crying—looking down at a strawberry blob on the ground and an empty cake cone in his hand. Loved this place and the quick, friendly employee that presented the child with a new cone.

  “That was close,” Drake said laughing. Then without looking at me, his voice changed, a more serious tone replaced the silly banter. “Being an only child, I’d like to have a big family. What about you, Sofie?”

  “I’d love to have two or three someday. No time now. I have a big project that I want very badly and a family doesn’t fit in. The way my life is, a family may never fit my busy schedule.” I answered so quickly. The words just kept coming and I noticed he became very quiet. A distance seemed to spread between us as we finished our ice cream . . . or maybe I was imagining it. I mean it’s not like he was asking me to have his children. His children. Suddenly, I was sad; a lump formed in my throat and I had to look away as I felt tears fill my eyes. Someday he would be sitting here with his wife and children. I wished somehow it could be me. Our children… not just his children.

  “Sofie… hey…” He bumped me with his elbow and I turned back to him. God, he was gorgeous. “You ready to go? Traffic will be horrible if we wait any longer.” I nodded and grasped his outreached hand. I looked down at our connected hands as we walked to the car. I would miss that touch… that security… that bond. Only two more weeks. Four weeks had already passed so quickly, I silently prayed the next fourteen days would move at a snail’s pace.

  The next night, the theatre was dark so I decided to have dinner ready as Drake walked through the door. Very domestic. Ha! Not my usual modus operandi, but I wanted to do something special for him. I wanted this life with him. I wanted him. I wanted to be his. I was lost in our “forever” daydream when I was startled by my handsome man, moving my hair aside and biting my neck. “Mmmm… you taste so good, Sofie. Whatever you are cooking, smells divine… I could get used to this.” I moaned, thinking, so could I.

  Shutting off the range burners, I turned into big, strong arms and he crushed his mouth to mine. I was ready to throw dinner out the window and let him take me right there on the counter… on the floor… wherever. Breaking the kiss, I turned my attention back to our meal as he stepped
back, removed his tie, and rolled up his sleeves. I smiled to myself as his tanned skin became more visible, reminding me of our time in the sun on the Cape.

  “I noticed the table was set in the dining room.” All at once, my naughty thoughts fizzled and my back stiffened at his words. Had I overstepped my boundaries?

  “I hope you don’t mind. I used the China, crystal glasses, silverware… and linens I found in the glass cabinets.”

  “They are yours to use, Sofie. You are to use and do whatever you want in our home, darling. Everything is yours.” He moved closer to me and kissed my cheek. “Let me help you.”

  I didn’t know what to say so I just continued to move about plating our dinner. Since we arrived home yesterday, everything had changed to ours: our house, our bed, our kitchen. I had already been playing house with Drake for a few weeks but things seemed different between us with all of my things now installed in his townhouse. Before, my clothes and toiletries had remained in an overnight bag. Looking around for my things, Drake informed me that the right side of the walk-in closet was now mine. Stepping inside the magnificent space that could easily be featured in Elle Decor Magazine, I saw some of my garments hung up, while others had been put into drawers. My shoes sat proudly displayed on impressive racks. It looked so permanent and felt so right, but it was only temporary. I sighed, knowing it would be over before long.

  “Sofie… Sofie… you alright?”

  Nodding my head, I looked up into two dazzling, lavender gems and smiled. “Yes, I’m fine.” I reached up and stroke his lightly stubbled face. “Let’s eat. Help me get things to the table.”

  “Of course. It smells heavenly. I’m sure it’s delicious.” I thought he was positively delicious as he kissed my hand before he began to assist me.

  Seated in upholstered grey tweed chairs at a large rectangular mahogany wood table under a rather modern dark, pewter grey and crystal chandelier, Drake opened wine after looking at the bottle. “Pinard Vineyard. Very nice. I’ve been meaning to try one of their boutique wines.” Pouring a glass for each of us, he gave a little toast, thanked me for a delightful dinner, and told me about the wines of the Pinard Vineyard. He was ever so charming and informative. I could listen to him forever. There was that damn word again. I really needed to get it out of my head. Our time together was ticking away.

  After a wonderful meal, we cleaned the dishes… actually, he cleaned everything while I served up dessert that we ate in the kitchen. “I have surprise for you.” Putting his arm around my waist, he walked me out of the kitchen and upstairs. “Mmmm… I think I’m going to like this surprise.”

  As we bypassed the second floor, I was not certain what he had in mind. “Hmmm not where I was thinking,” I sighed and Drake laughed as he guided me into his office/library. Immediately, I saw art supplies on the desk top. I moved forward to look more closely at the generous gifts he had purchased for me. Running my hand over a large leather portfolio sitting on the floor, next to the desk, I asked, “When did you get all of this?”

  “Today at lunchtime. When I said I had a meeting. I hated lying to you but I wanted to surprise you… like you surprised me with dinner. I brought everything upstairs quietly when I saw you weren’t in sight. I smelt the food and wanted to go to you immediately, but I forced myself up the stairs. By the way, I didn’t like my lunch hour spent without you. Nothing beats you and your picnic basket in my office.”

  Grinning, I moved away from the desk. “I missed you today, too.” Angling within his grasp, our clothes were quickly discarded and the office was properly christened.

  Over the next week, I took full advantage of the office every day. I had taken over his desk that had a fabulous feature; the top actually lifted at an angle and turned into a drafting table. What was once a neat space, was now covered with erasers, graphite, and colored pencils. Drawings were spread all over the room. I could see myself working in this space while kids played with toys on the floor before graduating to reading books. I thought about Drake visiting me; sharing a cup of coffee from the DeLonghi machine he installed in the library for me, and maybe a little playtime. What was wrong with me? I needed to get these thoughts out of my head. The theatre would be dark for good very soon. Then I had to go back to L.A. with my drawings in hopes of wowing my director friend and the producers. That needed to be my focus. I had worked too hard to give everything up now. I truly had no idea how Drake felt about me. I just knew he liked to be with me for the time being.

  During the last running week of the production, Drake accompanied me to theatre. He took in the show a few nights from backstage and one night we sat amidst the fellow theatre patrons to watch the play. A couple nights we went out with some of the cast and crew after the night performances and Drake fit in perfectly. They loved that he schlepped us to some seedy, non-tourist bars. Even Marco warmed up to him, and apologized to both of us. He admitted he was jealous and had never seen me truly care for someone. All was good in my little world for the rest of the gig.

  One of our last nights, sitting with the group at a high, long table in a dark bar, drinking and eating salty, fatty appetizers while some drunk people sang karaoke, I heard a very familiar voice shout out. “Blaxton? Is that you, man?”

  “Hey, Dave!” Drake was off of his bar stool and embracing my director friend.

  Slipping off my seat, I joined them. “David, what are you doing back in Boston?” Then I looked between the two of them. “Better question; how do you two know each other?”

  “Drake worked on a couple of my student films. Then this dumbass decided he wanted play with building blocks instead of being a great actor.”

  They laughed, slapping each other on the back and began to reminisce, ribbing each about their old film school collaborations. I sat back and half listened in shock. Was it ever a small world! I came back into focus when I heard my name mentioned.

  “Dave, how do you know Sofie? Please tell me you didn’t date?”

  “Oh, hell no, she wouldn’t give me the time of day. She wanted nothing to do with what she calls the boys club. She set me straight right away and we became fast friends. She even introduced me to my wife. I guess I owe her.” He laughed. “Hopefully, Sofie will be taking on my next big project… Hopefully she can handle working with me for a year. Did she pick your brain about architecture?”

  “No,” he said looking at me with a curious stare. I changed the subject with a casual comment and their conversation turned comical once again. We spent the rest of the night laughing.

  The next day, the inquisition began after a mind-blowing morning in bed. Drake called in sick. We ended up closing the bar and stumbling into a taxi for home in the wee hours of the morning. We both needed some extra sleep and recuperation time. Curled up together, on the sofa with steaming hot cups of much needed coffee, we talked about the events of the night before.

  “So architecture wasn’t your first choice?”

  “No. I fell into it. My father wanted me to go into the family biz. He owns an art auction house here in Boston. He suggested I major in art history and enrolled me in the UCLA program. I took classes about art, architecture, and sculpture. I was drawn to architecture after taking an Italian Renaissance class with an amazing professor. Then I had the opportunity to spend three months in Florence, Italy and when I came back, I announced my desire to change majors to architecture. The following school year, I transferred to another California school with a great architecture program.”

  “Interesting. I went to UCLA, too. Film school. That’s where I met David. He was always trying to get me to do work in front of the camera. I had no desire. I liked setting the scene, the emotions… the overall feel. There are very few women in production design, but it’s the job I really want. I know the competition is steep, but they are willing to look at my work… willing to consider me. I have to pitch against the Hollywood boys club. The project requires some architectural models. That is probably my biggest obstacle. That’s why David asked i
f I had picked your brain.”

  “Perhaps you could use me. I love being used by you.” There was that stunning grin.

  “Ha!” I laughed. “I do love using you.”

  Then the expression on Drake’s face shifted. “I’m serious. You really can ask me for help.”

  “You need to be a union man.”

  “Well… I actually did some acting while in college, remember? For Dave. It earned me a SAG card.”

  “You’re still a member?”

  “Yes, I keep up on my dues. I’m an academy member. I went from student films to paid union films. I had a couple bit parts. No leading roles.”

  “So you gave up acting to be an architect?”

  “Yes, I did. It was fun. But like you, I like to design… to build… to see my vision come to life. No pressure, but if you want help, just say the word. I will be at your beck and call.” I knew he was sincere and I told him I would keep his offer in mind, but really, I didn’t want to talk about work; I wanted to enjoy every moment savoring each other.

  Our time together was drawing to a close, limited to a few short days. I got up every morning with him; no more sleeping in. We drank coffee and then I would meet him every day for lunch with a picnic basket in hand. After work, we usually shopped for grocery items to cook or barbecue. Then for the rest of the night we remained wrapped around each other.

  On our last night, we made our way to the North End for dinner. Neither of us was very hungry and decided to share a dish of linguini and clams along with a bottle of Chianti. Our evening was quiet and somewhat tense. There was so much I wanted to say, but I couldn’t. Our brief relationship had been amazing and there was no reason to spoil it with tears and emotions. It was what it was—a summer fling. That was what it was, right? No, that was not true for me. It was my first time experiencing true love… first love… a love so special that I would cherish for the rest of my life. “You sure have a big smile on your beautiful face, Sofie. What are you think about?”