Previous Chapter: Accidental Encounter
Tessa and I are at a very nice resort on a Mexican beach. Its villas are widely spaced, private and isolated. We do our exercises by swimming in the ocean and running along the beach. Just a little sparring this time. We eat at the restaurants a few times; it seems a waste not to take advantage of the expensive pampering. But not too often. Our mission is to watch and discuss movies.
We’ve squeezed all the “juice” out of our latest one and there’s a pause in our conversation. I’m hungry. We didn’t get anything to eat between our last movies, so I get a bowl of cereal. The resort didn’t have any skim milk and the whole milk looks like cream when I pour it. I like the kind with lots of nuts; kind of granola-like. It generally stays crunchy the whole time I’m eating it. Tessa is preparing something of her own.
I want to eat so I can sleep through, particularly since I know we’ll be making love for at least an hour before we get to bed. Besides, my internal clock is telling me dawn isn’t that far away. Breakfast is just the thing. Tessa’s eying me significantly again. I sigh and brace for another interrogation.
“She finally asked about you.”
I’m looking down, enjoying my first spoonful. Her pause makes me look up. Her eyes are narrowing. Clearly she wants a response. Unlike Jim, my smuggler pilot, who’ll continue his line of thought without assistance, she demands feedback. I raise my eyebrows hoping that will be enough.
It isn’t.
Around my mouthful, “What did she ask about?”
She ignores that and says, “I didn’t say anything about you, wondering how long it would take for her to ask.”
I think about that, the spoon on a conveyor belt to my mouth. I see her eyes narrowing again. I know if she gets pissed, she’ll bite during love making. Not that being bit is always bad, but she knows when it feels good and when it disturbs the flow. Clearly we’re entering the “disturbs the flow” area. I sigh, put my spoon down and finish what’s in my mouth.
I’m actually a little curious now, “How long did you have to wait?”
“Three months!”
I digest that for a moment, “What’d you say?”
“The usual. It was amusing to me: you are ‘he’ in our conversation, no need for a name.”
That’s interesting. I guess I’m part of a very exclusive club.
“I was going to try the same trick with you, but I don’t know if I have the patience to wait you out.”
I respond, “It’s nice to know she thinks about me. I think about her quite often.”
Later, as we make love, it’s clear she’s still a little pissed. She bites a number of times, knowing it isn’t going to add to the experience. I decide to use my greater weight and strength to pin her down. She’s always a handful in bed, but this is the first time I’ve tried pinning her. I enjoy the feeling as she squirms, trying to get free. I get a few bites on my lower lip as I lay on her, then decide to give her a hickey until she stops struggling. Not wanting to wear that badge, she finally stops and we’re able to relax and I can immerse myself in the experience.