Body Heat
At five minutes before eleven, knees weak, I sit on the edge of the bed and pull on a long, heavy skirt, boots, and a dark sweater. June and Rudy still sleep. I slip on my coat and clamp the red blanket under my arm. I don't want to wrap up in it yet; it might attract attention from any late night fun-seeker roaming about. All the responsible people, and I should be one of them, clammed up in their rooms hours ago, probably asleep.
I kiss June and Rudy on their smooth, cool cheeks. I know I shouldn't risk waking them, but I can't help it. They slumber still. I make sure I have my room key, open the door just enough, and slip through.
The darkness of the unlit beach beckons as I cross the deserted coastal road. I pull my coat tightly around me as the wind whips my hair. The ocean surf pounds like my heart and in the dark, away from the streetlights, I wrap the red blanket around my shoulders. Damp sand clings to my feet as I forge my way closer to the surf, seeking my lover.
I look around, my eyes adjusting to the dark. Stupid, wandering the beach alone because again, no one knows where I am. The surge of danger hits me full in the face with the icy, driving rain. I breathe deeply the salty air, squinting against the wind down one side of the gloomy stretch of beach, then the other.
Shuddering, I look over my shoulder and barely make out a dark, vague figure by the dunes. The figure grows larger, taller, closer. My pulse quickens. I pray it's Jimmy and not someone who saw me sneak across the street and followed me. I stand stock-still, as if a stalker can't see me if I don't move.
The wind blows wet spears of hair into my eyes as the figure in the dark ambles over. I make out the luminous face against the black hood... the huge eyes focused on me, the soft hands pulling my face close to his, the firm lips on mine. Stinging rain pelts our faces, fights its way into the corners of our mouths, and the deep kiss lets it in. Jimmy pulls back and says in a raspy voice, "Too cold and wet. Your room."
I take his slick hand and we stumble through the soft sand. At one point, Jimmy releases my hand to embrace me from behind, pressing his hardness against me and trying to kiss my neck through the blanket, hood, collar and scarf. I laugh at his clumsy love making. He growls, shaking his head and taking my hand again. We tumble and tug and pull each other over the sand for what feels like the world's longest walk on the beach. I feel like a drenched, witchy figure darting in and out of the street lamp's sulfurous glare as we cross the street back to the hotel.
My chilled fingers fumble with the room key, but I get the door open and peek inside. All quiet. I tug Jimmy in, and we pull and tug off our wet, clingy jackets. We start on our shirts when Jimmy stops, placing a finger on my lips and looking over my shoulder. I turn my head to follow his gaze. "Wow, there they are," he whispers. I look at him. He smiles, and puts his finger to his own lips, then undresses me.
His cool hands float along the curve of my back, tickling me, so he hugs me close instead. "God, I'm glad you showed up," he murmurs into my tousled hair. I press my nose against the black shirt over his chest and inhale his spicy, grassy scent while my breasts warm against him.
One of the kids rustles in the blankets and murmurs. Jimmy and I freeze, and out of the corner of my eye, I see June turn over, wiggle, and settle. I exhale slowly, quietly, then hook a finger under the hem of Jimmy's t-shirt, lifting it just enough to slip my other hand underneath. Gliding my hand up over his abs, his chest, his shoulders, I lift the t-shirt over his head, taking in the whole of his glowing torso. I kiss him about the collarbone, my fingertips tracing his ribs and the smooth, elegant muscles of his back as he shivers, my nipples pressing into his skin. He breaths faster as I work open the button on his jeans and slide them down over his hips, then to the floor. Nude and chilly, we wisely slip underneath the comforter. He wraps me in his sinful, silky arms.
"You're cold," I kiss his lips.
"You're warm, inside and out," he murmurs.
"I'll warm you up."
He runs his hand down my waist, "I love you."
I grin in the dark, "Shh, you don't have to."
We speak further with kisses and hands, exploring, reacquainting. He mounts me gently and the tip of his cock noses about my pussy. I must stay quiet because June keeps thrashing in her sleep. I can only imagine what'll happen if one of them wakes up while Jimmy's nine thick inches probe me.
"Hey," he whispers in my ear, "let me in, you stubborn thing."
"Don't you like it nice-n-tight?"
"Sure, butterfly, but I gotta' get in first," he thrusts hard, forcing me open, and a gasp escapes me. It hurts at first, but now we can start moving with each other. I don't want to rush, though, and want to make it last. I slow my motions against Jimmy's thrust, my hand on his cheek, then down his neck. Something doesn't feel right.
I press back against him, "Tell me, Jimmy."
He breathes hard, "I miss you."
"I'm right here, love, take your time," I caress his smooth head, trying to look in his eyes, "What's wrong?"
"I don't want to lose this. I don't want to lose this erection," he can barely speak, continuing to love me and burying his face in the crook of my neck. "I fucked another woman today. It's not fair, not fair to you."
"Jimmy, if you can't..."
"I can," he slows down, nearly withdraws all the way, leaving the tip inside, then penetrates me deeply, forcing me open. Wetness washes over him in velvety warmth he can't get sheathed in a rubber. It feels so good going naturally. How ironic he spends so much time inside other women, but always wearing that necessary barrier, if indeed he's careful like he says he is. So sad he only has me once every few months. It's not enough.
Jimmy, you need someone to love at home.
I lose the rhythm, like I'm here, and he's there. I take his face in my hands and kiss him, "Jimmy?"
"I went down on her today," he looks at me, "I hope you can't taste her. I think it's sick. It's horrible."
"Shh, I know it's part of what you do. I knew it when I came down here that you'd be working. You told me so." I stifle a giggle, adding, "At first I thought she was your mother."
A short bark of laughter escapes him. "Oops, shh! Bad Jimmy!" he whispers. At least I see a smile again, close to mine. "You deserve better," he murmurs. I don't question him while between the sheets. Lovemaking is for bodies and souls, not debates. However, there's something too tense about the bed, and hey, beds aren't the only place to make love.
"Let's get out of here, go take a warm shower." I suggest.
He slows, stops, and nods. Slowly he withdraws. We kiss again and climb out of bed. I glance at the kids to make sure their eyes are closed, and Jimmy and I pass quickly through the acid, flashing colors of the TV.
