Erotic story: “With his knee, he pushes my legs hard apart”
Roos receives an unexpected visitor in Amsterdam. It is the man who could no longer wait for her and now comes to take what he so dearly wants.
My phone vibrates and my screen lights up again. It’s Saar. “I see you’re home. I’m on my way now”, for a moment I wish my live location wasn’t on. But better safe than sorry. I pull his sweater over my head, my blouse is beyond saving, and walk to the bathroom. When I give the tap a nudge, the sound of the splashing water brings me back to the last time I stood under the shower, at his place. Will I see him again? “Better not, Roos”, I say aloud to myself. Just better not.
As I want to step under the stream, the doorbell rings. Huh? Was Saar nearby? Normally it takes her at least an hour to get to me, not to mention all her dawdling. I grab the large towel from the heater and wrap it around my body. She can entertain herself for a bit while I rinse off. “Come upstairs, I’ll just quickly jump in the shower”, I call out without waiting for her answer.
Under the shower, I hear the door click shut. I let the warm water wash over my body for a moment longer, Saar knows the way. And not long after, I indeed hear the sound of my espresso machine. I chuckle because I understand why she immediately dives into my coffee. Hers is undrinkable because her boyfriend thinks expensive coffee is ridiculous. I slip into my thong and bra and peek around the corner of the living room to say hello to her.
I freeze when I see that Saar is not in my kitchen. The tailored suit fits perfectly on his shoulders. He takes a sip of his espresso. Every movement feels familiar and surreal at the same time. I would recognize him from a kilometer away. “Jacques?”, I stammer. When he looks up at me, a half-smile forms on his lips, but his gaze is intense. “Bonjour Roos”, he says as his eyes roam over my dripping hair and nearly naked body. As he walks towards me, I see him casually kick his sweater aside.
Jacques pulls me towards him and for a moment I lose myself in his familiar scent. I lean against him and feel his hand gently stroking through my wet hair. “Ca va?”, he asks, attentively taking in my face. God, I can’t hide anything from this man. “Where were you?”, he whispers in my ear. I feel excitement coursing through my body. “Not home”, I say, looking at him challengingly. Although I know this gives him exactly the push he needs to do what he wants with me.
I hold my breath as Jacques pulls me close. His hands glide over my back and along my buttocks. He glances at the sweater on the floor and then pushes me towards the couch. “Is that the reason you’ve been in Paris so little?”, he asks with a nod of his head. I smile and let him believe what he wants. He doesn’t need to know how confused I was from the night with Amelie, how confused I was about myself. But god, how I’ve missed the sex with him. The control he always takes, how he knows how to challenge me. I let my head fall back and close my eyes.
As he lowers himself onto me, he pins my arms above my head with one hand. “To make sure you don’t run away again”, he growls. I feel his erection through his pants. His tongue is eager in my mouth, almost rough. It feels like he has been deprived of something, but can finally have it now. I writhe beneath him and rhythmically push my hips against his groin. A deep groan rises from his throat.
He lets me go for a second and takes off his jacket and pants. His clothes now form a pile with the sweater in my living room. For a moment I have to laugh at myself at that sight. I bite my lip and squeeze my eyes shut to not think about how ecstatic this is. “Look at me and stop biting your lip”, Jacques says. “You know what this does to me.” I raise an eyebrow at him as I look at him, and it takes away his last bit of self-control.
With his knee, he forcefully pushes my legs apart. He pulls my panties aside and thrusts into me. I feel his lips around my nipple. He licks and bites alternately, teasingly but also greedily. His hand still firmly grips my wrists. He thrusts deeper and deeper until he suddenly stops out of nowhere. His face is very close to mine. I feel his breath and he looks at me. “What’s wrong?”, I ask. I would love to feel him deep inside me again, everything in my body longs for him. “Then you’ll know how it feels when you suddenly disappear from the radar,” he chuckles. I laugh and wrap my legs around his hips and buttocks.
Thank god he’s not really disappearing. Slowly he moves inside me while holding my chin. I can do nothing but look him in the eyes and feel how he takes in every piece of me. I gasp for air as I feel myself starting to sink into an orgasm, but I keep looking at him. “Jacques, oh Jacques”, I whisper as my body begins to tremble and I come hard.
