Tyler rests his hand on top of mine on his leg and gives it a squeeze. The sweet gesture infuses me with a sense of calm and comfort. Dammit, I just fell a little harder in the middle of Dave and Busters.
A little more than an hour later, we get out of Tyler’s car where he’s parked it at the RiverFront. I step up on the paved walkway while he reaches into the back seat. When he straightens up and closes his door, I see that he has a warm and soft looking flannel blanket tucked under his arm. His other arm goes around my waist as we start walking the path that takes us closer to the rail that separates us from the water. The trees are still done up with Christmas lights that reflect off the water, along with the lights from the Windsor skyline across the way.
“I’ve never come down here at this time of year. It’s beautiful,” I comment, after we’ve walked a few minutes.
“Yeah, it’s pretty,” he agrees, nodding and giving my hip a small squeeze.
“So, what are we going to do here?” I ask as we approach some Adirondack style chairs and benches that face the water.
“Not much I’m afraid,” he says, stopping in front of a bench just big enough for the both of us as he lets me go to unfold the blanket. “Just sit and watch the boats and talk and… cuddle?” The fact that you can tell he’s not used to saying that word, paired with the quirky smile he gives me makes all my insides hug each other and squeal with delight. “That’s romantic, right?”
He has no idea how much. Less is definitely more when it comes to being romantic, and as far as I’m concerned, he nailed it.
“Yeah… it is,” I reply, feeling like I’m pretty close to being done for.
“We probably can’t stay long if it gets too cold,” he says, sitting down and pulling both of my legs over one of his so that we can squeeze in close before draping the heavy blanket over us. “But I thought we’d just sit and take in the view for a little while.”
And so, that’s what we do. We spend the next little while watching the boats that are strung with lights pass by while I enjoy our combined warmth under the blanket. Fortunately, the temperature is pretty mild for a January night, but I’m enjoying the closeness so much, I inch in closer. I feel the warmth of his hand through the soft material of my leggings when it comes to rest on my thigh, giving it a tender squeeze. It makes me lean my face into his neck, giving me a whiff of his musky scent and I feel different parts of me turn on. His arm around my shoulders tightens a little, pulling me closer as he turns his face towards mine. His hooded eyes search my face for a few beats before lowering to my lips as he leans in to kiss me. The warmth of his lips stands out in contrast to the cold air on my face as they move against mine. Only a brief moment goes by before Tyler is tilting his head to take me in deeper, our lips and tongues exploring and stroking each other. The kiss becomes more fervent by the second as we hungrily take each other’s mouths. His hand goes to the back of my neck and I grab onto his jacket. We only pull away for a couple of beats at a time to take in air and for him to pull me over to completely straddle his lap. His lips stay locked on mine as he readjusts the blanket, wrapping it around us. We’ve never made out like this, and it’s amazing. I’m so wrapped up in the emotions I’m allowing myself to feel, it ignites a flame in my core that rapidly begins to blaze, and before I know it, my pulse is racing and I’m breathless. Every little kiss and touch from Tyler feels somehow enhanced as his hands run up my thighs and inside the sides of my coat to lightly grab onto my ribcage. When his warm mouth kisses down my jaw to my neck, I let out a feral moan like a desperate idiot. The sound makes him return his face to mine.
“Maybe… I should get you home?” he suggests.
Uh… no? Wait, he’s giving me bedroom eyes. Ohh…
“Depends…” I tease. “Are you staying there with me?”
“Depends…” he volleys back, his voice a sexy rasp. “If it’s for all night.” I draw back just a little to look at him as he stares back at me, squeezing my hips. “I want to sleep next to you,” he leans in to kiss me again, “and wake up with you,” he says against my lips. “I want us to lie together so I can hold you.”
I take a moment to let this idea settle over me. The night we slept together, I wanted him to stay with me all night so bad, but my fear of getting attached was stronger. The fear is still there, but so are other feelings overpowering it: joy, relief, bravery, and want. So much want. And now there’s also trust. I trust Tyler. Especially when he’s sitting here holding me, a woman who’s pregnant with his child, in his lap, telling her he wants to hold onto her. There’s not even a question here…
“Yes,” I nod.
Annie lets us into her house, and not unlike last time, we’re eager to get to the good part. Only this time, our movements are slower as we discard our coats at the door and she unzips her boots. Once she pulls them off and straightens back up, we step into each other, her hands going to my waist and mine coming up to cup her face to take her in a deep kiss. While we seem to have the same thing on our minds, we’re not urgently ravishing each other like last time. I’m kissing her slow and deep as I carefully walk us down the hall towards her room. I can’t think of a time I’ve ever done this; taken time to enjoy every feeling, every second. To feel the emotion behind the actions.
Once I lay her on the bed, it doesn’t last long however. Like at the RiverFront, the heat picks up quickly and the kissing gets harder and more frantic, along with the grabbing and touching. Annie seems to be on fire.
A soft little moan leaves her mouth and I feel it in mine as our tongues caress each other. It sends a spark shooting through my chest. I want her. I’ve been waiting for over two months to have her again, but I want it to be different this time. I’ve got deep feelings for her and I want to show her that through my movements, as well as experience it for myself. I want to take my time and go slow; to feel every single touch, kiss, and sensation. Unfortunately, I don’t think that’s going to happen right now with the way she’s urgently grabbing onto me and pressing her body against mine. And dammit she’s amping me up along with her.
“I want you,” she says in a strained whisper against my lips. My heart is racing and we’re both panting as we touch as much of each other as we can.
“I want you too,” I pant out, before my mouth goes to her neck, working its way down to her shoulder. “But can we maybe slow down a little bit? Make this last?” I ask her, not that I’m in any way doing that. I pull the neckline of her sweater down enough to glide my tongue across her collarbone. I hear another moan come out of her from deep in her diaphragm, and it makes my cock harden and swell more than I thought it could. Despite what I just said, I can’t help myself, and I rub my hardness against her to show her how she’s making me feel.
“I want that so bad, but I don’t think I can… Ty, I need this so bad.” Fuck. My cock is throbbing out of control now at those words. Dammit, I was hell bent that the next time I got to be with her, it would be slower, more tender; that we’d let our emotions dictate what happens between our bodies, but I can see her hormones are wreaking havoc on her and she’s got me worked up beyond belief. Maybe if I just give her what she needs first and take the edge off of both of our drives… maybe then we can do it again, and take it slowly.
“Alright,” I whisper, as my mouth goes down the other side of her neck. “What do you need?” She grabs ahold of my hands and guides them up under her sweater, placing them on either side of the waistband of her leggings. Following her lead, I hook my thumbs in both her pants and panties, working them down her hips as one. I stand up off the bed to pull them all the way off before reaching behind me to pull my shirt off, my eyes never leaving hers as she watches me with so much want evident on her face. Completely out of habit, my hand goes to reach for my wallet in my back pocket and then stops in mid-air as I catch myself. I don’t need a condom…
Instead I bring both hands to the front of my jeans and start undoing my belt, Annie watching my every movement as she subtly rubs her toned
thighs together. She’s running hot and getting impatient. I make quicker work of the buttons on my fly and shove my jeans and boxer briefs down together, letting my hard cock bob free as I climb on top of her. She gasps as my dick brushes against her thigh. She’s frantically grabbing onto me as her chest heaves rapidly with her panting. She reaches down between us to line me up with her opening, unable to wait any longer. I push the head of my cock into her entrance and holy fuck! I’ve never felt this before. I’ve never been inside a woman with no condom, and the feeling is otherworldly.
“Awwww…” I groan out. Her pussy is warm and wet, tight and soft. It’s fucking perfection around my cock as I glide in deeper. Forget about her not lasting long, there’s no way I can last with the new sensations I’m experiencing, and I can’t help but send up a prayer of thanks that Annie is the first. The only, I hope.
“Oh my God, Ty. Oh God it feels so good,” she whimpers beneath me. “Harder, I want it harder.” Her voice is pleading. Dammit, definitely not lasting long. It’s okay, I can get her off and with the current state of her sex drive, with any luck, she’ll want to go again and we can draw it out longer. I pull her knee up over my hip so I can push deeper into her tightness, letting my hand caress up her thigh and up under her sweater to squeeze her ass cheek. I ram into her harder like she wants, moaning, cursing and grunting as I go deeper. I feel her walls quiver and blossom around me, inviting me in deeper to hit her in the spot I know she needs it.
“Fuck!” The word is a desperate cry out of her mouth as she squeezes me tighter, threatening to make me go off any second. I need to make sure she’s there with me, so I give her a little nudge.
“Come on my cock, gorgeous. I want to feel it,” I whisper in her ear. That does it. She lets go, digging her nails into my back as she tosses her head back in a cry. She spasms and comes around me and the feeling is indescribable. It’s so amazing I almost can’t take it and I start to go off inside her, shooting everything I have into her. I can’t believe what I’ve been missing, that I get to have now with her. My head is spinning as my climax alternates between crashing and rippling through me. I collapse on top of her when it finally wanes out, trying like hell to catch my breath as I pant into her neck. But she’s still moving. She’s still squeezing and releasing my cock as she moves her body against mine.
“It still feels so good… I think… I think it’s going to happen again,” she pants.
Holy. Shit.
“Oh my God Annie,” I exclaim, in total awe. I look down at her beautiful face as she continues to move against me. I’m still hard as hell, and while I’m not ready to get there again just yet, I can make it last for her. I roll onto my back so that she’s on top of me.
“Take what you want, get yourself there,” I coax her as I rest my hands on her hips and encourage her to keep moving and direct her own orgasm. It’s only a second before she takes over and starts riding me. I sit up to pull her sweater all the way off, and then lie back down to watch her slightly swollen breasts bounce in her black lace bra. I squeeze her hips as she leans her hands on my abs for leverage as she rides a little harder and faster. “That’s it, get yourself off on me Annie,” I tell her, enjoying the beautiful sight above me as I reach one hand up to smooth a thumb over one of her nipples through the lace of her bra. In no time at all, she falls onto me, breathing heavily into my neck while her walls throb around me. I wrap my arms around her back and hold her close to me as she comes down. Once she does, I roll her so she’s beneath me again, cupping her cheek as I kiss her deeply.
“Oh my God, Ty…” she says as she threads a hand into her own hair while her other hand plays lazily with mine. “That was so…”
“Good I hope,” I tease as I smile down at her.
“Better than good. So much better than good,” she assures as she looks up into my eyes and it’s now that I notice what’s different. There’s no doubt in there anywhere now. “I’m so sorry,” she says, her expression falling a little. “I know you wanted that to go differently, and so did I, I swear, I-,”
“Shhh… it’s okay,” I soothe as I stroke her hair. “We’re going to have more chances to do that, right?”
A look of happy realization comes over her face. “Yeah,” she agrees.
“I mean, I feel a little used,” I tease, rolling my eyes and she swats my shoulder, laughing. “But you can make it up to me in the morning,” I reassure her as I bring my face down to hers to kiss her again.
Moments later, we’re under the covers and I’m rewarded with what I wanted more than the slow meaningful sex. With my arm lying over her and our bodies facing each other, we fall asleep at almost the same time.
23
Rooowwwwr!
I’m awoken in the ungodly hours of the morning by a sound that I can only describe as some kind of demon howl coming from somewhere outside. It’s low and guttural, yet it carries.
Rooooooowwwwrr!
What the fuck is that? It sounds like something that needs to be put out of its misery. I keep my eyes glued shut, hoping whatever it is it will move on to the next house.
Raawwwr!
Fuck. Whatever this pathetic… thing is, it’s not going to let me go back to sleep. I look over at Annie, who’s fast asleep on her stomach with her hair in her face. I reach over and rub her back.
“Annie? Did you hear that?” I whisper.
“Mmmph. What?” she mumbles without moving.
Arrrrawwwrrr!
“That!” I whisper loudly as I continue frantically looking around, trying to gauge what side of the house it’s coming from.
“Oh… Mr. Miagi’s back,” she says through a yawn. Whoa. I stop looking around and look over to her half-asleep form. While I’m going crazy trying to figure out what the hell sounds like a gremlin that smokes a pack a day, my attention is drawn to Annie’s bizarre response and I can’t help but chuckle at it.
“Okaaay…” I say smiling down at her as I rub her back. “What are you dreaming about?”
“I’m not dreaming; he’s a cat,” she corrects me as she turns her head so she’s facing me, her eyes still heavy from sleep. I can just make out her face in the moonlight that glows through the curtains. God, she looks so beautiful, even when she’s groggy. Too bad she’s still spewing nonsense.
“Honey, you’re definitely dreaming. You just said Mr. Miagi is a cat,” I smirk down at her.
She yawns again and rubs her eyes before blinking sleepily at me again. “Not Mr. Miagi, Mr. Meow-gi. And he is a cat.
“You have a cat?” Oh no, this can’t be happening. I hate cats, or rather, they hate me.
“Mmm, sort of. He kind of comes and goes. He’s like the neighborhood tomcat. I made the mistake of feeding him a couple of times, so he comes back a lot and hangs out.” She shrugs a shoulder casually. Oh. She’s fed him. Which means he’s always going to come back. Until the day he dies.
Rawwwwwwwr! Mr. Meowgi caterwauls again, and it sounds like it’s coming from the back of the house, breaking me from my train of thought which is how long do cats live?
“So… tell me. What do we do to get back to sleep?” I ask, seeing as how it’s still dark outside. She rolls to her back.
“I’ll let him in,” her voice strains through a stretch that makes her back arch and she presses those phenomenal breasts up against the sheet making my cock twitch and - wait, she’s going to let him in? She sits up and pulls the covers back, swinging her legs out of bed. She grabs a t-shirt from the foot of the bed and throws it on.
“Whoa, wait up!” I call after her as I get out of the bed and follow her as she lazily ambles down the short hallway. “When you say let him in, for how long? Are we talking an hour here?”
“He usually stays one to three days at a time,” she shrugs again as she flicks on the back-porch light and unlocks the door.
Mawwwwrawwwr! We hear one more time before she opens it to reveal a pissed-off looking ball of black fur with two menacing yellow eyes set in the middle of
his furry face. He just sits there like he’s fucking royalty that’s been seriously inconvenienced by how long we’ve made him wait outside. His head tilts up to Annie and his tone completely changes.
Mew.
You’ve got to be kidding me.
“Come on, get in here you little asshole. I don’t have all night,” she groans, obviously far from being done sleeping. The asshole in question slinks in and she closes the door behind him. He brushes against her bare calf and she bends to pick him up. Once he’s wrapped up in her arms, he starts purring so loud it rivals the motor in my TA, while he gives me a sneer like he’s mocking me. Fucker.
“So, why Mr. Meow-gi? Karate Kid fan?” I ask her as I cross my arms while the little fluffy demon and I size each other up.
PHHHHTTTTT! The little shithead hisses at me.
“Eh. I’ve seen the movie so I know who the guy is. The ‘meow’ part is because he obviously never shuts the hell up, and then his fur is all black making him look like a little ninja. From far away you can’t even really see his face except for his eyes. It’s kind of cute.”
Cute? The thing is staring at me, standing here wearing nothing but my boxer briefs like he’s wondering what part of my flesh he wants to shred first.
“Great,” I deadpan. “So, he’s in. Do we get to go back to sleep now?”
She nods as she yawns yet again as she moves to the cabinet above the washer where she retrieves some cat food and a bowl. Mr. Meowgi rushes over to where she sets it on the floor for him and my hands immediately go to her waist to steer her back towards the bedroom.
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