by Lisa Shelby
I snap out of my awe-inspired gawking and give her a small shake of my head, there will be no hiding from me tonight, or ever, if I have my way. I take her hands in mine and interlock our fingers together and look at every inch of perfection she is offering to me.
“You are so beautiful, baby. You have nothing to hide from me.”
I let go of our hands and fill mine with her beautiful face. As I speak the words, “I’m gonna kiss you now, Gracie,” she is already nodding her head. She knew what I was going to say and she wants me to kiss her as badly as I need to kiss her.
We stand in each other’s arms and I kiss her with all the tenderness that I hope to convey to her. I want her to know what this means to me. What she means to me, and I don’t want to rush this in any way. I pull her further into my embrace and slide my hands up the soft skin of her back. God, I’ve missed the feel of her skin and I need to touch her everywhere. As my hands roam, one tangles in her soft waves to pull her even deeper into our kiss. My other hand trails back down her back and to her perfect ass.
She pulls back a moment later and for a split second I worry she’s changing her mind. She quickly reassures me by pulling my t-shirt over my head and then it’s her turn to take her time gazing at me. Her fingers leave a trail of heat behind them as she slowly drags them down my neck and to the tattoo over my heart. She takes a moment and traces over my tattoo and then brings those beautiful oceans of blue up to my eyes. I can feel her understanding and what it means to me. She then leans forward and kisses the center of my chest. Her fingers start their way down my stomach to my pants that are now almost uncomfortable from trying to contain the raging hard on I have for her.
Her gaze has been following her fingers and as her fingers pass the button of my jeans, her hand gently rubs me through them, she brings her eyes back up to mine and gets a sly little smile on her face that says she’s happy she can still do this to me. If only she knew I have been in a state of a partial hard on every minute that I’m alone with her. She is the sexiest fucking woman I have ever known, whether she’s standing before me as she is now or she is fully dressed. She just does it for me like nobody else, and I can’t wait to really show her how she makes me feel.
After her little tease she moves back to the waistband of my jeans and starts unbuttoning them for me. She’s moving in slow-motion though, and I can’t help but help her out after she has the button and zipper undone. I pull the jeans down as fast as I can and step out of them. I take my socks off in a split second and all that is left are my black boxer briefs.
She does her own assessment of me, just like I did of her, but she doesn’t speak. She steps closer to me, stands on her tip toes, gently brushes her lips to mine, and I feel her fingers reach into the front of my boxers. Fuck, if the soft touch of her hand feels this good with just a couple of slow strokes, I may not last long once I’m actually inside her. While her hand continues its gentle assault, I reach behind her back and unhook her bra. She lets go of me so that her bra straps fall down each arm and her bra falls to the ground. She uses her foot to kick it across the floor and then she climbs on to the middle of the bed and lies down with her hair fanned out on the pillows beneath her. She looks like an angel. My angel.
I move to the foot of the bed and crawl to her. I spread her legs so that I can settle in between them. I hover over her and lose myself in her mesmerizing, blue eyes. There are no words spoken and I don’t think any are needed—because this moment for me is perfect just as it is. I lean forward, bring my lips to hers, and as I kiss her I hear the slightest little moan escape her lips—I think this is my absolute favorite sound—and I feel her move her hips underneath me. My girl is impatient. This is going to be fun . . . because I don’t plan on rushing a thing.
I remove my lips from hers and kiss a trail down her neck to her chest. One of her perfectly hard nipples is just begging for me to take it. Without any further hesitation, I take her nipple in my mouth and twirl my tongue around it and give it a little nibble. After I’ve given the first the attention it deserves, I give her other hardened nipple the same well-earned attention.
My tongue slowly moves down her stomach and I make sure to go around her belly button. I can feel her tense a little as I reach her lower stomach and I simply hum, “Perfect,” against her skin as I continue. I know she’s worried about the tiny, barely there, marks that are now on her perfect body. But they are the result of carrying Ireland, they are hers, and they gave her that beautiful girl across the hall. To me they are beautiful.
I’ve now reached her lace panties and I kiss my way down the center of them and find she is just as drenched with desire as I am hard. I look up at her as she squirms under my mouth and see her with her head tipped back and her back arched with pleasure. I hook the sides of the fabric with my fingers, and even though I really just want to rip them off her body, I gently pull them down her legs and add them to the rest of our clothes that litter her bedroom floor.
I look at her flushed and spread out before me and I don’t know how to fully express to her how perfect she is to me. I crawl back over her, bring my lips to her ear and whisper, “You are exquisite. More beautiful than how I remembered you in my dreams all of these years. I can’t wait to taste you, and then I cannot wait to make love to you. God, I’ve missed you, Gracie.” I take a gentle bite of earlobe and can tell her breathing has picked up after hearing my lust-filled words.
As I work my way back down her body, I cup one of her perfect breasts—that fills my hand as though it was made just for me—and I work the other with my mouth. I keep working my way back down to where I left her when I removed her panties. Once there I settle in, push gently on her thighs to spread her legs and she puts her feet flat on the bed next to my head. Finally, I take my first taste and I nearly come right then and there. I tease her with my tongue, and as I drag it down her center she grabs my hair and tries to pull my face closer. I drag my tongue back up to her swollen nub, and slide a finger inside and hear her gasp. I look up and see pure lust and want on her face as I increase the pace of my finger and my tongue. A moment later, I give her what I know she wants as I slip another finger into her warmth, and I can instantly feel her tighten around me. She’s already close.
I pull my mouth from her so I can watch her come apart. I keep my fingers working at their slow pace, and when I look up I find her watching me with rapt attention while her hands fist the sheets below her. She finds my eyes and I keep her gaze locked on mine as I return my mouth to her. I don’t increase the speed of my fingers, but keep it slow and steady. With my eyes on hers, it’s all she needs. Within just a few seconds she’s pulsing around my fingers and eventually she breaks our gaze to throw her head back and moan as quietly as she can. To feel her come apart for me is still the best feeling I have ever had. I help her ride her orgasm through to the end and remove my soaked hand. I give her a moment to catch her breath while I stand and remove my boxers . . . my boxers that are no longer able to contain me as I push out of the top of my waistband.
It doesn’t take her but a second to notice that I’m now just as naked as her. She quickly sits up on her knees as she beckons me with her forefinger and a naughty little smile. I meet here in the middle of the bed on my knees as well. We join in a kiss, but all too soon she breaks it, pushes me down on to the pillows, and gives me the same sweet torture that I just gave her.
She starts at my neck and follows the same path her soft fingers left earlier, but this time she follows it all the way down and takes me deep into her mouth. She pulls me back out and then licks a circle around the top of my head. With her hand at the base of my thickness, she starts to take me to the place I just took her. Using all the strength I can muster . . . I stop her. I cannot let this happen. I need to be inside her. I will not come in her mouth our first time together again. No way in hell!
I gently push her off of me and it’s clear she knows that I don’t want to finish that way. With a small, yet sexy smile on her face sh
e reaches for the foil packet on the bedside table. I quickly snatch it from her hand and tear the packet open with my teeth. I can’t slide it on fast enough. The moment it’s on, I’m back on top of her but holding most of my weight on my forearms. I put my forehead to hers and ask one last time, just to be sure. “Are you sure?”
“More than sure.”
With her answer still on her lips, I crash my mouth into hers as I slowly and gently push my way into her warm perfection. She is so fucking tight. I know I have to take my time to let her body adjust to me so after slowly working my way in and out a couple of times, she gives me the signal I’m waiting for. Her legs wrap around my back and she uses her feet to push on my ass; her way of telling me she wants more. Just like that we start moving in sync like no time has passed at all. We’re both silent, and never take our eyes off of each other. I can feel her start to tighten and pulse around me, and I know she’s about to come again. We continue to watch each other as we both fall apart in each other’s arms.
I’m Yours
Emily
Waking up in his arms is like waking up in dream. I would love nothing more than to wake up to his warmth every day for the rest of my life. If only life were that simple . . .
As I lay in the arms of the only man I have ever loved, I think back to the night before and how gentle and loving he was. He didn’t rush anything and he made sure that he satisfied me before even thinking about himself. It was amazing to feel how in sync we still were and just how natural and right being with him still felt. Looking into his eyes as he made love to me made all the anxiety of the last couple of days melt away. He and I together seem to be a magic elixir.
I’m brought out of my memories of the previous night when I feel a kiss to the top of my head and a “Good morning, baby,” whispered into my hair. God, how I love the way his voice sounds first thing in the morning. It’s too bad my alarm is about to go off and I don’t have more time on my hands. If he keeps talking I may never make it to work.
Leave it to me to ruin the moment though when I say, “Morning. Hey . . . um . . . we need to be sure we’re up before Ireland. We don’t want to confuse her.”
“What do you mean, confuse her?”
“Well, I don’t want her to think this is the new normal or to try to explain to her what grown-up boy/girl sleep overs are just yet. I also don’t want to have to ask her to keep a secret from her Uncle.”
As if he only heard the first part of my explanation he says, “Do you not want this to become your new normal?”
I can tell he’s upset, and I try to reassure him when I say, “Jonathan, this is Mick’s house and our sleep overs won’t be happening once he gets back.”
I can see his face cloud over, and any joy left over from the night before vanishes.
“Hey, don’t think about what happens after this week. Let’s enjoy the time we do have before Mick gets back.”
“Sure . . . yea . . . okay . . . whatever,” he says in frustration as he throws back the covers and starts to jolt out of the bed.
I grab his hand before he’s completely out of the bed and say, “Jonathan, don’t be mad that I don’t want to confuse her. I haven’t had to navigate these waters before, and I don’t really know how to handle it.”
“What do you mean?” he asks still standing, naked in all his glory.
“I just haven’t really dated much . . . well . . . at all.”
“You mean since us?” He says as he moves his finger between the two of us.
I am so embarrassed. He must think I’m such a loser, but I have to be honest with him if I want this to work, and I do. I just don’t know how to do it, so I just let it all out.
“Yep. I know how pathetic that sounds, but I was a twenty-one-year-old who was pregnant with a baby by a man who pretended he didn’t know her, and I had just left you. I was a mess after San Clemente. I could barely function, to tell you the truth. The next thing I know I’m a pregnant college senior, and then Ireland was here. I’ve been a working, single parent all this time and there wasn’t time or anybody worthy enough to bring around my baby girl. So . . . no. I haven’t been with anybody since you. Lame, I know.” Embarrassed, I cover my face with his now abandoned pillow.
I feel my butt leave the mattress as I am bounced into the air. He’s jumped back into bed, thrown the pillow covering my face to the floor and is on top of me. His dimples are out in full force as he says, “You have just made me the happiest man alive. All this time I have imagined you with other people, or in a relationship with someone else, and it has always made me sick to even think about. To know that nobody else has had what I had last night doesn’t make you a loser. But it does make me happier than you will ever know.” His lips have now found mine and just as I forget that I need to get up so Ireland doesn’t catch us, my alarm goes off and he pulls his lips from mine. With a shit-eating grin still on his face, he rolls off of me and jumps up from the bed with an extra little spring in his step.
“I’ll go get the coffee started while you jump in the shower.”
He ends his sentence with a smack to my bare ass, pulls on his clothes and leaves the room happier than I recall ever seeing him.
Today has been such a great day, apart for the moment that I saw the hurt that I inflicted flash across Jonathan’s face. I didn’t mean to hurt him, but I am trying to be completely honest with him. The truth is, after a week of playing house, what then? We won’t be having sleep overs every night because I have Ireland. I need to keep things based in reality so that I don’t mess this up again.
The news that I hadn’t been with anybody since our time together in California seemed to get him over my other comment rather quickly. He was like a kid on Christmas and seemed giddy at finding out this little tidbit of information. What I thought would be embarrassing turned out to be just what he needed to hear. I know that it helped to ease his mind, but it wasn’t enough to take away my other comment about wanting this to be our new normal if the intense kiss that he left me with when he dropped me off is any indication. His goodbye kiss almost felt desperate, like he was trying to convey his feelings for me with this one kiss.
As I gather my things, I walk past Officer Blackburn who’s waiting to walk me to the front door of the school where he knows that Jonathan will be waiting. If only Jonathan could be waiting every day. The reality is he will have to go back to work once Mick is back, but I don’t want to think about that right now. Officer Blackburn does his daily check in with me as he walks me out. “How’s it going, Emily? Anything new today?”
“Nope, nothing today and if I haven’t said it, thank you. I know that getting stuck on my detail takes you away from your other duties around the school. I hope you aren’t bored to death?”
“Nah, it’s no problem. We’ll get this figured out soon and you can stop having me as your shadow. Until then, it’s no problem at all. You just be sure you tell me everything that could be a threat, or even a clue, and we’ll follow up on all of it.”
“I promise,” I assure him.
“Well, here you are. Looks like Kelly is out there waiting for you as usual. You guys have a good afternoon.”
“Thanks. You too, Carter.”
I can see him smile at the fact that I used his first name when most everybody in the department uses last names. Comes with the job, I guess. He’s probably surprised that I even knew his first name.
Carter opens the door for me and I see the new norm that I wish could become my reality. Not just for this week, but every week.
Ireland and Jonathan are waiting for me again, and as per usual my heart skips a beat at the sight. The thought that I may be hurting this amazing man, who is so beautiful inside and out, is not something that I can even fathom. I would be happy spending all of the rest of my days just making him happy, but I have a little girl to think of, and we can’t just move into a relationship like other people do. We have other factors to consider. I still plan on doing whatever I can to make him h
appy. To let him in. I just hope I’m able to do that as fast as he wants so he doesn’t walk away.
Please don’t walk away . . .
Fire and The Flood
Jonathan
We’re cooking dinner while Ireland sits on one of the barstools at the kitchen island. This little girl is something else. She carries on conversations with us just like she’s an adult and our equal. She’s very mature for her age, and I’m more and more impressed with her every day.
While we cook I can’t help but notice that Emily seems different then she has been the rest of the week. After picking her up at the high school, she was the one that reached across the cab of the truck to take my hand in hers, and she didn’t let go until we got out of the truck. Now, as we move around each other in the kitchen she’s touching me more than before. If she stands next to me she has her hands lightly moving up and down my back, or is touching me in some way. I’m not complaining at all, but I do tread lightly as her comment from this morning is still running around my head. I’ll take what she’s giving though.
The three of us seem to work together well, as we navigate our dinner routine smoothly. The only time that anything seems odd is when Emily gets a text that she doesn’t comment on or reply to. I’ve seen her do that once or twice, but she never says anything, and I don’t want to pry. Well, I really do want to pry, but I know that she would tell me if she wanted me to know, so I leave it alone for now.
After getting Ireland off to bed, Emily and I are sitting on the couch hand in hand, with her legs on my lap watching TV. At least she seems to be watching. I am blindly staring at the TV while my mind is running a million miles an hour with all of things I want to say and want to ask her. Next to me, Emily seems unaffected as she laughs along with the show she’s watching. She doesn’t seem to be losing her ever-loving mind like I am.
Thirty minutes later I can’t take it anymore; this feeling of not knowing where we stand. Feeling like we’re in some kind of limbo is too much for me. I mean, I already know she’s mine, but I need her to know that too. Shit, I want the whole world to know it!