Reeling from the sudden departure from her warmth, Steve arrived in a dark, cramped space. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, his hand instinctively reached for his aching flesh … only to realize he was no longer hard.
His mind fumbled with the remnant pieces of the last jump while his eyes searched from some clue about his current situation. He’d waited to jump for so long while they suffered through Kayla’s poisoning that when the jump finally came right during the throes of their passion it was a shock. Like being ripped away from heaven. The complete change in his body chemistry at that moment added to the disorientation of the jump effect as he slowly gathered his wits. Kayla, where you are baby, he thought.
He turned in search of her, only to be met with a wall of hanging … what is that … clothes? He saw that light spilling in from the corner, and he moved slowly toward that. Peering out, his hand quickly found the doorknob in front of him. The room beyond was dimly lit and he could tell from the window across the room that it was nearly dark outside.
Where the hell am I now? he thought as he scanned the vaguely familiar room through the small opening. Baby, where are you?
“Steve!” Kayla called out as if she heard his thoughts, her voice laced with both the residual effects of her desire and the now familiar fear that plagued the first few minutes of each new jump. The body Kayla arrived into was strong, healthy, and completely devoid of her husband filling her with his steely erection. One moment she was joined with him and the next she wasn’t. Where am I? She looked up to see her very young visage staring back at her through a bathroom mirror. Ths mirror was familiar, as was the shower curtain that shown in its reflection. Then it hit her. Cleveland. I’m in my apartment!
Hearing her voice, Steve burst through the closet door and ran to her just as she ran out into the living room.
“Baby, I’m here,” he said as he took her in his arms. She buried her face in his chest and melted against his body. “Oh, baby,” he said as he comfortingly rubbed her back, allowing the soft silky texture of the fabric to slowly calm him.
As their heartbeats returned to normal, she pulled him tighter and deeply inhaled the masculine scent that was uniquely his. She lifted her head and snuggled into the crook of his neck, nuzzling him as she pressed her breasts tightly against his chest.
“Sweetness, are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes,” she huskily replied, her voice nothing more than a whisper. He pushed back so he could see her face. It was, literally, the first time he’d ever seen her. She looked back up at him with darkened eyes and Steve was taken aback. She was so young, her complexion more tanned than the version of her he’d last left, and it made the blue of her eyes look even more endless. He ran his hands down her arms not believing how soft and wonderful she felt. Her small breasts were barely covered by the low-cut slip, and his eyes soon landed on her hardened nipples, visible through the thin material.
Kayla watched him watch her and all thoughts and fears about the jump and where they were and how long they’d be there were gone. In this moment, all she wanted was him inside her.
Steve watched Kayla’s chest rise and fall as his eye rose to meet hers, which were filled with the same desire he’d seen just minutes ago in 1987. 1987 … we’re not there anymore. Despite the fact that his thoughts were clouded by a desire that had managed to jump with him, questions about the here and now were clawing their way to the front of his mind. He stared at her beautiful face, and as his mind registered where they were, an overwhelming sense of guilt and disgust filled him.
He tried to pull away, but Kayla stepped forward and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist.
“Don’t,” he said as he looked away, ashamed by both the actions that had brought them to this place and his inability to control his body’s reaction to feeling her this close.
“Steve,” she pleaded as she tilted her head, refusing to let him avoid her gaze.
“No Kayla. Don’t you see where we are?”
Without taking her eyes from his face, she allowed her hands to drift slowly from his waist and come to a rest on his tight bottom. She rubbed him there before pulling his hips into her. “I don’t care where we are. I only care about where you just were,” she replied with a sultry hunger.
“Kayla, be serious, baby. Look around us. We’re in Cleveland. And I was just watching you from that closet,” he replied, his self-loathing evident. “Don’t you … doesn’t this whole situation creep you out … don’t I scare you?”
“Steve, look at me,” she said firmly. When he did not respond, she reached up and pulled his chin down. Her eyes met his one, and she smiled her beautiful, rosy lips at him. “Do I look scared to you?”
He stared into her eyes, seeing only the love and desire she felt for him. “Well, maybe you should be,” he replied less confidently than he’d intended.
She chuckled. “I hate to break it to you, but you never scared me … not really. And you know what, I’m not going to have this conversation with you. You’re my husband. I know you … and I want you. Now,” she said as she leaned up to kiss him.
“But,”
“No,” she said as she pressed her fingers to his lips. She was loving, she was tender, and she was insistent. “I can’t wait any more. We’ve been trying to make love for God knows how long. Now I’m finally well again, and just as I feel you inside me for the first time in what feels like forever, we jump,” she continued as she began to slowly rock against him. “Who knows how long we’ll be here … I don’t want to go another minute without …” she reached for his hand, which hung limply by his side, and pulled it to her center, “… feeling you here.”
Steve closed his eyes as he lost himself in his desire for her. “God, Kayla. Baby, do you know what you do to me?” he said as he began to slowly rub her. “I want you so bad,” he whispered before he crushed her mouth with his.
Kayla thrilled at the feel of his lips on hers … on these lips for the first time. So new yet so familiar. Her body screamed for him as Steve’s words and actions in Gabrielle’s kitchen were still fresh in her mind. “Oh Steve, please, baby … please fuck me,” she moaned as he trailed kisses down her neck to the spot that always set her off.
He groaned at her plea and then finding the hem of her slip, lifted it up and off her body. Now standing in just her panties, Kayla once again watched his face as his eye slowly scanned her nearly naked form. “Baby,” he whispered as his hand tentatively reached out for her breast, “you’re beautiful.”
“And you, Mr. Johnson, are over-dressed,” she smiled as she put her hands on her naked hips. “Clothes. Off. Now,” she demanded.
He laughed at her spunk and quickly complied with her order. In record time he was standing naked in front of her. “Now look who’s over-dressed,” he said.
Hers eyes roamed leisurely over every inch of him as she stood transfixed by his magnificent form. “Steve—I—you’re amazing,” she stuttered before stepping forward to trace the outline of the ink that marked his chest. He stepped toward her, and as her lips found his dagger, his fingers danced down the thin fabric of her panties. Finding her warm and wet center, he once again began rubbing her there.
Kayla’s head lolled as she fought to keep upright on her unsteady legs. “Please,” she pleaded. Hearing her desperation and feeling the growing ache of his own desire, Steve dropped to his knees. Then, as he slowly peeled the panties down her legs, he watched her face as she smiled down at him.
Stepping free from the last barrier that stood between them, Kayla licked her lips in anticipation. With that, the last of Steve’s control was lost.
He stood quickly and lifted her from the ground. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and wove her fingers through his hair. He stumbled forward and moved them toward the wall, where he pressed his body against hers. Pulling his head up, Kayla, once again, found his lips. There, her tongue pushed forward and swept through his mouth. Delighting in the taste of him, she moaned and began to rock against him.
Feeling Steve reach down to position himself at her entrance, Kayla halted her movements and leaned in to lace her tongue around his ear before giving her final command. “Steve,” she whispered teasingly. “You just said what you wanted to do to me. Do not be gentle.”
Steve surged upward and impaled in her one quick thrust. She gasped at the sudden intrusion, and they both stilled as they took a moment to savor their long overdue union. A moment passed, and as she sighed in satisfaction at the way he filled her, he began his rhythmic rock.
For several long moments they didn’t speak; they just gripped each other tightly and felt the depth of their connection with the sexual joining. And it was profound.
Kayla felt enraptured with her husband’s penis inside her. And the coital pleasure was very intense very quickly. “Oh yes … Steve. That’s it … just like that,” she moaned.
Steve was so happy to be pleasuring his wife as her own slick tightness gave the same to him. “You like that baby? Is this what you’ve been missing?” he replied as his lips returned to the treasured spot on her neck.
“Mmmm hmmm,” she groaned as she rolled her hips and pushed forward to meet his thrusts. “Faster, Steve … faster,” she begged as her fingers dug into his back.
“Hold on tight, baby,” he demanded as he gripped her smooth cheeks and began to pump harder. Faster and faster he thrust into her, the only sounds being that of their heavy breathing and the pounding of their bodies against the wall.
“Oh god!” she gasped as he continued to drive into her. “Steve! Don’t stop … don’t stop.” Her body began to twitch as she felt the first burst of climax. Then, just before an orgasm unlike any she’d ever experienced swept through her, her body went stiff. Steve bit his lip and struggled to hold on as her womb pulsated around him repeatedly. Out of breath and now beaded with sweat, Steve slowed his movements to a stop and held onto her now limp body. After a few moments, he adjusted his stance and began to move slowly again.
“Wait, wait,” she said as she pushed against his chest.
“Are you okay, baby? Did I hurt you,” he managed between deep breaths.
Her eyes still heavy with satisfaction, Kayla smiled and leaned in to kiss the furrow of his brow. “Oh yeah, I’m more than okay.” She moved her body to be put down, and Steve complied, slowly pulling out of her and lowering her feet to the floor. “I loved that,” she cooed as she raised up on tip toe and kissed his neck. “But your arms might need a little break,” she said. Then she backed away toward the couch.
He smiled and watched as her naked frame swayed with a sexual confidence that astounded him. She looked upon him with heavily-lidded, satiated eyes and used her finger to summon him to follow. And he was surprised when Kayla gripped the back of the couch with both hands, and then with a cock of her brow, she bent over. Recognizing her intention, Steve smiled and moved quickly to assume his position behind her.
“Oh, Sweetness … you know how much I love this,” he said as her gripped her hips and once again positioned himself at her entrance. He didn’t enter her right away, though. Instead, he raised one hand and ran a feather-light finger down her back. She shivered at the sensation then turned her head to look back at him.
In awe of the beauty before him, he pressed his body fully against hers and then leaned down to meet her for a quick, tongue-filled kiss. She moaned and pushed back against him. Responding to her silent plea, Steve stood up and ran his two strong hands up and down her ribcage, stopped to knead both of her breasts, then followed the contours of her belly to rest on the curves of her hips. There, he lovingly held her in place as he looked down to watch as his cock fill her once again. His eyes rolled at the intensity of the sight and a deep, throaty moan escaped him as he began to move. Slowly at first so he could savor the moment, then faster.
“Do you like me like this, Steve?” she asked, fully aware he was no longer capable of speech. As she expected, he responded by thrusting into her harder and faster. The erotic sound of their bodies slapping together spurred her on, and she continued. “You like taking me from behind, don’t you?” Kayla’s voice was pure sex, and she wanted nothing more than to stay here feeling him covet her like this for the rest of her life.
His movements now in a near-frenzied state, Steve could only manage to grunt as the swell of his release began to take hold. Realizing this would be over all too soon if he didn’t do something, Steve grasped his last ounce of control to once again slow his movements to a stop. He then leaned in to place wet kisses down Kayla’s back before pulling himself from her warmth.
Without a word, he lifted her up to a standing position, then grabbed her hand and pulled her to the front of the couch. He sat down, leaned against the pillows, and positioned her in front of him. “Now, baby, I want you to ride me,” he said as he pulled her to sit on his lap.
Still in the daze of lovemaking, Kayla placed a knee on either side of Steve’s lap and then slowly lowered herself onto his cock. “Baby, you’re so tight … I love to feel you so tight around me,” he said as she settled onto his lap. “And I love to watch you fuck me.”
Kayla lifted up and then slowly lowered herself again, her eyes never leaving his face. She never got tired of looking at her husband’s beautiful face. Her hardened nipples taunted him as she rose and fell, and his tongue soon came out in hopes of capturing one on its descent. Frustrated, he roughly grabbed her left breast and guided it to his mouth. He licked and kissed it completely before pulling the nipple into his mouth.
“I love it when you suck me,” she said as she began to move quicker. His mouth now fully occupied, his hands found her hips, where he proceeded to help her as she moved against him.
“You taste so good, Sweetness, let me taste your lips, baby,” he begged as he leaned up to her face. She leaned over him and let her hair fall across his face as their lips met. They sucked and nipped and devoured before settling into a rhythm that matched their ride.
Once again the swell or their orgasms began to take hold and he pulled back from the kiss as her hips moved faster and faster. “I want to watch you, Sweetness. I want to watch you as you come … watch you as I fill you with my cum.”
She sighed at his words. “Oh, oh … oh god … Steve, I’m so close. I love you! Come with me baby, come with me,” she begged.
“I will … I will … I’m right here with you. I’m fucking you like I said I would. I’m fucking you so hard and when you come I’m going to come with you. I’m going to fill you up, Kayla.”
“Steve! I’m coming!” she screamed as her orgasm slammed into her. Steve was nearly overcome as he felt the waves pour over her. He thrust one, two, three more times before he released his torrent inside her.
Spent, she fell against him as her body shook from the intensity of her climax. He could feel her heart pounding through her chest and the contented smile on her face as it pressed into his neck. In that moment, he couldn’t remember a time when he felt more gratified or happy or in love with this woman.
He rubbed slow circles on her back and felt her breathing slow. “I love you, Sweetness,” he said as he leaned over and pulled her with him until they were lying facing each other on the couch.
“I love you too,” she said as she snuggled into his chest. He held her for a long time, their legs intertwined and their bodies pressed together so tight it was hard to tell where one body stopped and the other started. Soon he noticed the change in her breathing and he knew she was asleep. He smiled again and sighed as he too began to drift off.
An hour later, Steve woke up with a start. As his eyes snapped open the first thing he felt was Kayla dozing securely on top of him. Sensing his restlessness, Kayla opened her eyes and smiled in contentment at her husband holding her. She nuzzled against him searching for warmth.
“Hey baby,” Steve whispered to her.
“Hey yourself,” she sighed back.
“You’re cold, aren’t you?” He scanned the immediate area but didn’t see a blanket.
“Just keep holding me. You feel so good.”
Steve held her tightly, enveloping her naked body against his. He couldn’t help but notice that she didn’t feel quite the same. She was her, but a version of her he’d never touched like this. Unease gnawed at him.
Kayla felt him stiffen slightly. She lifted her head so that her chin rested on her hand and looked at him. “Is there something wrong?”
Steve kissed her. “I love you so much, Sweetness.” She smiled and placed a kiss on his chest. But when she looked up, she could see worry behind his eye. “I’ve been waiting to make love to you for so long,” he said with tender gratitude. “It was amazing … making love to … to this—this version of you. It’s like you gave me a new part of yourself that you’ve never been able to give me before. It was so beautiful, baby.”
“You make me feel beautiful.”
“But Kayla …” He sighed, not wanting to say this or feel it. “Is this right? We didn’t sleep together here. It was more than a year from now that we finally made love for the first time. Now this is kind of the first time. Aren’t … aren’t you worried?”
Still basking in the afterglow, she hadn’t yet had time to process what had happened between them. But now her mind reeled with worry. She’d been worrying about doing the wrong thing or forgetting to do the right thing ever since these jumps began. Making love somewhere they hadn’t done so the first time around just felt like a mistake to her. Somewhere deep inside her, she felt that it was something they shouldn’t do. But she couldn’t help herself this time, she was so desperate to be joined with him that her fears and worries were completely pushed aside by the love and longing that her soul demanded.
“Are you sorry we made love?” she asked softly. “Do you think … did I …”
“No, baby, I’m not sorry,” he said quickly, shaking his head, needing to allay the fears he heard in her voice. “You were worth the wait, Sweetness. I couldn’t help it, I just had to have you. And look, we’re still here, so I think we’re ok?”
Kayla let out a breath in relief and giggled. They shifted their positions a bit so she was spooned against him in their favorite position. “Ya know, this couch pulled out. Maybe we should get into bed?”
A wave of guilt swept through Steve as he remembered watching her and singing her Rock-a-Bye Baby while she slept. And for this moment, he hated who this man was that he’d jumped into.
Kayla felt something very wrong in Steve as he laid his forehead between her shoulder blades and sighed heavily.
“What is it? Are you sorry we did this?” A flush started to creep up her body.
“No! No, I’m not sorry,” he repeated. “Not about that. I just. I hate this guy laying here with you. I hate who he used to be.”
“Steve—“
“I hate how I stalked you. How I watched you undress from that closet I arrived in. I don’t want to get in that bed, Kayla. I watched you sleep in that bed. I stood right over there,” he seethed as he tossed his head to his right.
“Steve! You’re not that man. You never really were. Not even then.”
“Oh yes I was.”
“Well, I don’t care who you were then, I care that you’re my husband now.”
Steve embraced Kayla and kissed the back of her neck. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, Kayla,” he said as he cupped her breast in his hand and gently squeezed.
Kayla let out a small moan and nestled her rear against his crotch. “You’re not sorry we made love, then? In these bodies? You’re sure?”
“Not for a second, baby. I’m really sure.”
Just then Kayla felt a pull in her belly … and closed her eyes in frustration. Couldn’t we just enjoy this for a few more minutes. Is that too much to ask. “Aaand, here we go. Well, at least we got to finish this time,” she joked as she reached up to grasp his hand tightly to her chest.
“What’s that?” he repliedas he nuzzled her neck.
Kayla froze. “Steve, don’t you feel that?”
“Feel what?” Steve replied half sitting up. He was alarmed at her sudden change.
“The jump! Don’t you feel the jump?” She replied as she too sat up, the panic now clear in her voice. She looked at him and could see that he wasn’t feeling the tug.
“Steve?”
Steve felt the panic now. Because there was no question in his mind that the jump effect hadn’t reached him yet. He grabbed her by the shoulders just as the room blurred in her vision. “Baby?!” he said.
“Steve!” she screamed as she slipped from the body still in his arms.
In the next moment, Kayla found herself in the Emergency Center with a burning pain stinging her side. Steve was sitting a foot away with his hands on her blouse looking at her with worry on his brow, and she knew in that instant where she was. This was when an addict had come in to steal drugs and ended up taking a slice out of her. Steve had tenderly taken care of her wound, and she remembered how nervous he was. She looked down as his trembling hands reached for her buttons, and despite the pain, she smiled.
“Steve! Oh, thank God. I thought I was leaving you behind,” she said as she threw her arms around him and practically fell into his lap, the pain all but forgotten.
“What?” Steve nervously asked as he let go of her shirt and put his hands up like he he’d gotten caught stealing. He was utterly confused. He laughed a nervous kind of chuckle. “You’re bleedin’ here, baby, you sure you didn’t get hit in the head, too?”
“No, no … it’s not that bad. Really, I it doesn’t seem to hurt as much as the first time,” she replied. She watched as he tentatively released the last few buttons. “It’s okay, just take it off.” When he did not, in fact, just take it off, Kayla started feeling the pain and sucked in a breath. “It’s ok,” she said tightly, “it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” He stopped and looked up her, a strange and uncomfortable look on his face. She watched him carefully, searching for some sign of recognition in his eye, but there was none there. The knowing presence of their bond was not there. Just silence. And she knew then … this was not her Steve.