the multi-faceted promise he made to me, and I want him to know that I see it. I appreciate it. I have hope in it.
It’s been twelve days since he gave me the promise ring, a renewal of sorts.
Five days since our first “date” after a game, where we cut it short and rushed back to my place to have sex…
Which I don’t regret, by the way.
It’s been four days since Lucy caught us flirting and Jim explained things to her, yet my daughter somehow became his accomplice.
Three days since Jim sent me flowers while he was in Vegas at an away game, his card saying simply, “Thinking about you now and always.” It brought tears to my eyes.
Two days since my daughter lied to me and gave me a heart attack, all so I would show up for a surprise dinner at Jim’s house, complete with flowers and jewelry. Jim walked me to my car that night before I left, Lucy in her room getting ready for school the next day, and kissed the breath out of me. It reminded me of our first kiss all those years ago… full of excitement and yearning and promise.
And one day since that wicked man showed up at my house in the middle of the day while Lucy was at school. I was deep into revisions on an ad campaign and working on a tight deadline.
My doorbell had rung. Irritated, I swung it open, ready to tell off whatever salesman was there.
Instead, I got 6’4 inches of a hot man hell-bent on some afternoon delight. Jim simply attacked before I could even ask him what he was doing there. By attack, I mean full-out blitz as he came charging in the door. Within a millisecond, I was in his arms and his mouth was on mine. He kicked the door shut. Because the bedroom was too far away, I got picked up and tossed on the couch. I spent one futile moment trying to explain I was busy, and I didn’t have time for this.
“You can take those clothes off, or I will. They’ll probably get shredded, though,” he replied, a dark, almost sinister tone to his voice. “Then you’re going to ride my face, Ella. I have a bit of a craving for you.”
I didn’t try to argue anymore. I didn’t care if my work got done. Instead, I got naked and Jim laid on the couch, pulling me over him so I was spread right over his mouth. I truly didn’t care if I got fired at the point I was into my second hard orgasm, because he is magic with his tongue. I was in nirvana when he flipped me around, unzipped his pants, and jerked his cock out. I almost came again when he ordered, “Reverse cowgirl, Ella. Now.”
Damn it all to hell, but I love his domineering side and him forcing me to do what he wants—knowing I’ll get just as much out of it in the end—but I climbed on my man and rode him reverse cowgirl. It was half an hour of explosive, rough, dirty-talking sex and when we were done, he cuddled me close on the couch. He thanked me for taking some time out of my day, whispered he loved me, got dressed, and left, giving me a final apology at the door before he closed it.
I could do nothing but laugh and after lying on the couch for a few more minutes, I finally got dressed and went back to work. I had a smile on my face all day.
In essence, Jim has given me everything I’ve ever wanted. I feel like I’m not only visible to him, but also that I’m cherished, respected, admired, and needed. He makes me feel as if he can’t breathe without me, and I couldn’t be happier.
But what if it doesn’t last? What if we can’t maintain this for the long haul?
This is the reason I was hesitant in coming to a team event—I was afraid we were making a show that could easily falter.
“Did you tell anyone I was coming?” I ask Jim as he eyeballs the game where you knock over the milk canisters with a baseball.
“Yeah,” he replies. “Several of the guys.”
That relieves me somewhat because I’ve been dreading someone coming right out and asking, “What’s she doing here?”
Although in hindsight, Jim is close with his teammates. I’m quite positive they rallied around him when I asked him to leave, and they would