Heights of Desire by Mara White Page B

my own blood. His tongue probes deep into my mouth insisting that I return the kiss. And I do. Eventually, his body begins to relax against mine as I respond more to his kiss. His urgency quickly changes from violent possession to sexual need and he presses his erection against me. His mouth softens against mine and every nerve in my body responds, hyperaware with arousal. Jaylee pours himself into me with his kiss and I can feel both his vulnerability and his fear for the very first time. I treasure them both.
    He lifts my leg around his hip and runs his hand up my thigh, under my skirt. His fingertips on my skin are pure electricity, a match to flint. His hand reaches around my ass and he slips his thumb right through the lace of my underwear. He punctures the material with his thumb and uses his fingers to swiftly tear them off my body. It hurts me and he must know that it does. His other hand quickly undoes his belt and jeans and they fall to the floor. He shoves his hips forward spreading my thighs apart. Without foreplay or warning he enters me with a single thrust, and surprised by my own body, I’m wet enough to receive him. Jaylee pulls away from the kiss and lowers his face into my neck while he thrusts deep and hard inside me. There is still lingering aggression in the act and he doesn’t look at me or touch me. He just clings to me and continues to pound against me. I feel his body stiffen and freeze and then release. He groans as he comes inside of me, slamming his body into mine again. He didn’t ask me if he could, but I guess I didn’t tell him not to either.
    I’m shocked by the lack of intimacy and the vacancy. It’s the opposite of what I expected from him. I suddenly feel like I really don’t know him at all, and the truth is that I don’t. I know nothing about him. He grabs a towel off a shelf and wraps it around his waist. He offers me no words, no comfort, not even the towel. After I pull my clothing back together, he grabs my hand and leads me directly to the front door. He still won’t look at me. If he wants me to leave without a word, he’s in for a surprise. I refuse to be merely a receptacle for his release. I know he has feelings for me. What I don’t understand is why he’s bent on denying them.
    “Is that how you like to have sex?” I blurt out. “That’s not what I expected from you. For us. It definitely wasn’t up to my standards.”
    He looks down at the floor and shifts his feet.
    “Jaylee, if I just wanted to go fuck some dumb kid that’s what I’d do, okay? I need you to give me a little bit more of yourself. I need you to at least be present for Christ’s sake.”
    He says nothing and crosses his arms over his chest.
    “I’m going to be generous with you and consider that our first time having sex and not our last,“ I say.
    His beautiful smile slowly sweeps across his face as he raises his eyes to mine.
    “You always yell at people after you fuck ‘em?” he asks.
    “No,” I say, “just you.” I step out of his apartment and slam the door. I put my hand over my heart as I walk blindly down the steps. Outside the rain has stopped and I stand on the stoop for a moment to gather myself. If you’re going to take the leap and commit adultery you’d hope that the resulting sex would be exceptional in some way – at least memorable. An encounter like that isn’t worth the risk. I’m angry and disappointed but something inside me is also singing and I can’t help but smile.
     
    “Hey Sarah, Funny. I was just thinking about calling you today.”
    “Does he listen to Justin Beiber?”
    “Jaylee? Oh, God no! He listens to stuff in Spanish. Pearl listens to that twerp, though. She’s begging to go to the concert.”
    “Did you know you’re older- that we’re older than his mom?”
    “Jaylee’s?”
    “No, Beiber’s. And by six years. That killed me when I found out. Worse than my first grey pube.”
    “TMI, Sarah. TMI.”
    “I can’t believe