I have never had three orgasms in one night never mind within a couple of hours. And I don't know what came over me. I've never been outgoing during sex. I've never taken control. I've definitely never been so out of control of my actions. Sidney tries to move and hug him. "I must be crushing you" he says. It's obvious he doesn't know how good, yes heavy but good, it feels after an orgasm to stay connected and feel the weight of a man on top of you. "Just a few more minutes" I tell him. He raises himself up to look at me and smiles. I bring his face down to kiss me and he rolls over to his side taking me with him. We do those little things you do after great, soul satisfying sex, soft kisses, chuckles, stroking each other, until his stomach rumbles. I look at him and laugh. "Insatiable in more ways than one, huh" I ask him. He laughs this time and says "I need to refuel." He gets up and takes a tee shirt and track shorts out of a drawer. Giving me the shirt, he pulls on the shorts himself. Holding out his hand "com'on. We'll find something to eat." I pull on the shirt, take his hand and follow him downstairs.
This is my first chance to see his bedroom. It's huge. We pass two more bedrooms and a washroom before heading downstairs. In the kitchen, Sidney rummages around the fridge and I hear whining coming from the deck. "Would you let Sam in" I hear Sidney's muffled voice from the fridge ask. Going to the sliding door, I open it and let Sam in who immediately jumps up on me. "Sam, down, sit" Sidney yells. Sam does and is wagging his tail like it will wag right off. I can't help but bend down, hug him and scratch at his ears. "He's gorgeous, aren't you Sam?" "Actually" Sidney begins "Sam is a girl." Oops, although, how was I supposed to know? "Well, you're gorgeous, boy or girl, aren't you Sammy? Yuck." I get a tongue bath as a response. "You didn't mind that a few minutes ago" Sidney teases me leaning on the counter eating yogurt. "Well, you don't lick your ass with your tongue! Do you?" I can't help but tease him back. "I'm flexible but not that flexible, no. Would you like some yogurt?" I look at the small container and spoon he holds out to me. It's peach, my favourite. "Thanks" I take it from him. The clock on the stove says 2am. "Is it really 2am?" I ask. "Yep" he winks at me "time flies and all that."
We eat our yogurt looking at each other and grinning like idiots. Sam has given up trying to get attention and has found somewhere to sleep for the night. Sidney and I share a glass of water, clean up our snack and head upstairs. He pulls me into bed with him and covers us with the sheet and duvet. I turn over on my side away from him and Sidney pulls my back to him and spoons me. I was hoping he'd do that. He kisses and nuzzles my neck then I hear his breathing slow and his body relax. I know he's drifted off but I can't seem to slow my mind. You'd think I'd be exhausted and, believe me, my body is weary, but my mind just won't stop. At least this time I'm thinking pleasant thoughts. How Sidney held me in front of the fire. How he teases me and has that big goofy smile on his face. How his eyes flash with fire when I touch him. Hmmm happy thoughts to drift off to sleep.
When I wake up, I feel the sun on my face and stretch the aches from my body. Yep, a little sore is some spots but definitely worth it. I look next to me and see that I'm alone. I'm usually the earlier riser; but, as I sit up, I see my suitcase at the foot of the bed. Grabbing my toiletry case, I see the bedroom door is closed but there is another open door. The en suite? I go in and, yep, it's an en suite, the en suite of all en suites! My first impression is of marble and it's everywhere. There's a deep soak tub, double vanity sink and a shower big enough for me and five of my friends. I must remember to have a deep soak later. For now I just shower quickly, towel dry my hair and put on some fresh clothes. As I come out of the bedroom I can smell it and my stomach grumbles. I smell coffee and bacon so I follow my nose.
Sidney is in the kitchen and he's cooking. Who knew he could cook. "Coffee and a mug are on the counter" he tells me without even turning around. I pour myself a cup and sip; ahhh, the last of the cobwebs my head clear. Sidney brings over a dish to me with scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. "I took a chance and made bacon and eggs. Hope you're ok with turkey bacon." I sniff "it smells delicious, thanks." He sits beside me at the breakfast bar and digs into his eggs. "Do you want some coffee?" I ask. "Nope, thanks, I don't drink it" he answers. "I remember you had it in France so I thought you'd want some." I really shouldn't get this emotional over coffee but I do. There seems to be no end to how sweet and kind this man is.
I can smell my shampoo on her as she sits beside me and eats breakfast. "would you like to do today?" I ask her. She turns to me and asks "didn't you have anything planned for the day?" "Well," I begin "I already did the hour of bike I'm allowed each day so I'm pretty much free now." It's hard to keep the sarcasm out of my voice. She takes my dish and hers over to the sink and begins washing dishes. "Let's clean up her. You must have a favourite part of town. Would you show me?" I smile, that's a great idea. "Yep, I do. I know the right place."
Cleaning up takes us no time at all and we're off in hiking shoes, with bottles of water and Sam hanging her head out the window while sitting on Angelia's lap. I told her to put Sam in the backseat but she said no. She keeps laughing every time I have to stop and Sam licks her face. I keep trying to break her out of that habit but have had no luck. So glad Angelia isn't like most girls who think Sam's just dirty. I guess I am a 'love me, love my dog' kind of guy. Love me? Where did that come from? Love me? Ok, Crosby, slow the fuck down. We had a great night and are enjoying each other. Slow down. Enjoy the moment and slow down.
We arrive at Heritage Park and Sam gets really excited. She loves this park. Angelia almost trips getting out of the car as Sam scampers out. She sits and waits for me; knowing that I need to put her on a leash here. "Are you ok?" I ask Angelia. "Definitely" she answers. "Sammy just wants to be outside and free. I know the feeling. This is a great idea and a beautiful park." I smile at her "wait until you see the water. It's gorgeous." I take hold the lease in one hand and hers in the other and begin down a trail. No more than five minutes go by and we are enveloped in the woods. "I love walking on these trails. It's the only place, other than the lake, that I feel complete alone and peaceful." She responds "you don't feel peaceful on the ice?"
I think about this for a minute. "I used to feel peaceful when I first went out on the ice, on fresh sheet that no one has touched, and shoot the first puck at the neck. That peace just seems like very long ago now. All I feel is frustration when I think about skating. Every time they've let me back on the ice I relapse soon after." She doesn't say anything. We just keep walking along the path and pause occasionally for Sam to sniff something. I can't say why, but it seems vital that she understand what I'm feeling and what I'm going through. "When you injured, I had a bad ankle injury a few years ago, you miss the team, the guys, and the game. For that kind of injury, you work out, do physiotherapy, lots of exercise on that body part to get back. With a concussion, it's rest and relaxation. How the fuck do you relax when you've got a concussion? It's been six months of this shit and I've had it. I know some people are thinking that I should suck it up. A professional athlete who makes millions of dollars a year should stop whining. The money is great of course, but I play hockey so that I can play. It's all I've known since I was 2 years old and my dad put skates on me. Sure I've played other sports, had school and friends, but hockey was all I ever wanted to do. I guess I'm lost now without it and no way to get it back." I feel tears of frustration in my eyes. She stops and I'm pulled back to the present. She looks at me, takes my face in her hands and wipes away the tear that's escaped. I love how she is able to listen to me without judgement. Her eyes hold compassion but no contempt. "What can I do for you Sidney?" It's that simple for her and that perfect. I kiss her lightly. "You're doing it Angelia." We continue to walk.
I'm watching her face as we walk out of the woods. I want to see her expression when she sees the ocean. This is my favourite beach at home and the view is always breathtaking. I'm not disappointed by her reaction. She runs to the beach and I let Sam off the leash to run with her. Quickly taking off her trainers and socks, she runs to the water and wades in as far as her shorts will allow without getting wet. Unfortunately, Sam loves getting wet and splashes in beside Angelia who is now, definitely, wet. She turns back to me with a pure look of joy on her face. I release the breath I didn't know that I was holding. Have I only thought she was beautiful? Looking at her now is like seeing her for the first time and the view of the ocean pales in comparison. Her eyes have a sparkling light in them, her smile is huge and laughing while Sam splashes around her and I'm drawn to her. I take off my shoes and socks and follow them down to the water.
She runs to me laughing and throws herself into my arms. I twirl her around and hug her as close to me as I can. I never want to let go. "Oh no" she says and looks down at me. "Now you're wet too." I look down and am, in fact, wet now too. I look up into her laughing eyes and say "I am but I just can't seem to mind." Kissing her now is as natural as tying up my skates. I know the shape of her lips, the fit of her body to mine, the feel of her hands on my shoulders and face. We stay like that for a while, softly and sweetly kissing. I lose all track of time and am only pulled away when Sam tries to nose in between us. "What is that smell?" Angelia asks me. I chuckle "it's called eau de wet dog." She bends down to scratch Sam's ears and says "that's not a very lady like fragrance Sammy." Sam barks and takes off into the water again. I pull Angelia to my side and we watch the water and Sam chasing the waves. I lean my cheek into her hair when she cuddles in beside me. Here, on the beach, it feels like we're the only two people alive. It feels right. It feels like the time to ask.
"You told me you came here to figure things out. Have you?" There, I said it finally. I need to know. There's too much going on in my life that I can't control. There's too much going on that is frustrating. I need to know how she feels. I need to know if this is real. I, well, I just need to know.
