by Lee, Renee
He removed his hands suddenly and kneeled down in front of me to pull my shoes off, one by one, before gradually removing my socks at a leisurely pace. His hands slid up my feet, across my legs and up to my thighs. I closed my eyes, basking in the glorious attention his eyes and hands were bathing me in. He unbuttoned my pants and hooked his hands into them, grasping my underwear, too. Finally, he looked up to meet my eyes. I lifted off the bed a bit as our eyes locked.
He cocked his head to one side as he kneeled before me, a stoic look coming across his handsome face. His words were at whisper and full of passion as he stared into my soul.
“It gives me wonder great as my content
To see you here before me. O my soul’s joy!
If after every tempest come such calms,
May the winds blow till they have waken’d death!
And let the laboring bark climb hills of seas
Olympus-high and duck again as low
As hell’s from heaven! If it were now to die,
‘Twere now to be most happy; for, I fear,
My soul hath her content so absolute
That not another comfort like to this
Succeeds in unknown fate.”
He leaned up to softly kiss my lips as he pulled my pants and underwear down my legs, his fingertips rubbing against my skin along the way. His kiss was sweet, but laced with seduction. His tongue darted into my mouth quickly. I brought my head forward in an effort to meet it, to take the kiss deeper. He pulled back instead, but not before grabbing my bottom lip with his teeth and softly biting down.
“Where is that from?” I asked him, breathing quickly, desperate. It was the most erotic experience I’d ever had – hearing those words, combined with watching him take my clothes off with methodical precision – like it was something he didn’t want to miss in case it wasn’t real. And that kiss. Simple, understated, sexy as fuck.
He looked up at me with love. “Othello, Act II, when Othello is finally reunited with Desdemona. I had to memorize a passage from Shakespeare in my college lit class and I chose that one. I never really understood what it truly meant until now….the power of seeing your love again after being apart so long. I get it now…..He’d go through the storms again if it meant being in that moment with her.”
His words reminded me that all I wanted was to feel his body next to my own. I needed it more than anything. I remembered that I called the shots. “Your clothes. Off. Now.”
I watched as he grinned again and stood up in front of me. He stood just far enough away so that I couldn’t touch him. He leaned over first and pulled his shoes and socks off – quickly without ceremony. Then, he slowed his pace, grabbing the bottom of his shirt and pulling it out from the waist of his pants – casually, as if he had all the time in the world. Eyes still boring a hole into my soul, he began to unbutton it torturously slowly. Smirking all along.
I glared at him and growled, “Faster.”
His smirk turned into a grin as he began to move faster, quickly unbuttoning the buttons until freeing the last one. The shirt gaped open, revealing his chest – tight, sinewy, strong. I took my time staring at him, letting my eyes trace the trail of dark hair on his lower stomach.
I made a ‘come here’ gesture and he lazily stepped forward. Doing what I’d wanted to do for so long, I reached out and grabbed his pants at the waistline, pulling him closer toward me. Then, I unzipped them and pulled them down slightly in front, enough to further expose that path of inviting dark hair. I leaned forward and flicked my tongue just below his belly button, following that dark trail with my tongue. I traced the path over his hard abs, licking slowly downward until I could go no further, my tongue stopped by the bottom of his zipper. His dick, already hard, was trapped and throbbing beneath the material below.
“Oh fuck me….” His voice caught as he groaned and instinctively flexed his hips toward my mouth.
I ran my tongue back up the trail again, just for good measure, before sliding my hands behind his pants and boxers, cupping his hard ass with both hands. I squeezed it firmly once before pulling his pants and boxers down together. Then, I sat back and nodded.
“Continue.”
The smirk returned as he stepped out of the pants and threw them aside.
He finally stood before me naked. Beautiful. An Adonis in my room. How I’d missed him.
“Come here. Kiss me,” I beckoned.
He took one long step, grabbed my hand, and pulled me up off the bed to him. His other hand forcefully clutched my neck as his lips melted into mine. We were soon lost again in the feel of each other’s mouths, lost like we’d been at the worksite an hour earlier. It suddenly seemed like ages ago.
When we finally came up for air, I grabbed his waist and turned his back toward the bed, pushing him down on it. He landed sitting up, and I coaxed him to lay back flat with another nudge. He was at my mercy. Mine to do with as I pleased – in any way I pleased.
The light from the mirror was glowing behind him. I watched my own image as I approached the bed and climbed onto it. On all fours, I moved over his body slowly, letting my loose hair fall over his feet, up his muscular legs, across his swollen cock, along his hard stomach and chiseled chest, until I was finally face-to-face with him. I kissed him again lovingly, trying to tell him how I felt with my mouth and tongue.
Then, I continued moving upward until my knees framed his head, my throbbing, wet sex hovering above his mouth. I was directly facing the mirror. Still hovering over his face, I glanced down and his eyes met mine.
“You want to watch yourself riding my face, Smiles? Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” I stammered, not sounding confident at all.
Grinning from underneath, he grabbed my waist with two hands, pulling me downward. His hands moved down to cup my ass as his tongue found the spot where I ached to be touched.
He worshipped me with light flicks of his tongue at first, feathering my clit, before flattening his tongue and rolling it downward in between my lower lips. He repeated that motion over and over, light flicks and rolling licks across my wetness.
I moaned and began to grind my hips against his mouth – unconscious of what I was even doing. The movement to feel more, to bring out every possible pleasure from his talented tongue, was instinctual. A growl came from his mouth as I began to move and the vibration the sound made against my clit made me scream.
“So amazing….” I stammered.
“I missed the way you taste,” he groaned against me.
Oh god. Those words just made me even more ravenous. I glanced up and looked at the image in the mirror – me, long flowing dark hair, knees framed around his head, hips flexing back and forth across his mouth.
I looked back down at him and he squeezed my ass with both hands, pulling me harder into his mouth, making a “mmmmmm” vibrating sound against my clit. I moaned uncontrollably. Then, he moved his face, from nose to chin, across my entire wetness. His chin, covered by the goatee, tickled as it trailed across my clit, over my soaking vulva, and finally to the sensitive spot around my anus.
I screamed out in pleasure. I was so close. I wanted to come so badly, but I didn’t want it to end at the same time. I looked back up to the mirror to see our connection and he repeated the motion. I watched, mesmerized, as his face and chin slid along my core. I couldn’t hold back any more.
A gut-wrenching scream came from my depths as I watched myself come in the mirror – hips sliding along his face with reckless need. Pulse after pulse of ecstasy washed over me as I let go.
When the last wave went through, the feel of his tongue below was just too much. I lifted myself up from his face, still panting and screaming.
Finally, I flopped down on my side next to him, too weak to move.
“Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit...” That was all I could seem to say. Vocabulary words were lost to me. I was a mental and physical blob of nothingness.
Thad laughed – a raucous, low laugh full of
teasing understanding. “Holy shit is right. I don’t know about your view up there, but mine was fucking beautiful.” Panty-dropping grin.
I finally lifted my body from its stupor and slid on top of him, kissing him sweetly as he enveloped me in his arms. Remembering that he was at my mercy, I kissed down his chest until I reached his dick, still hard. I tentatively took it in my hand, noticing the pre-come glistening from the tip, and leaned down with my tongue to lick it off slowly.
He groaned. “Fuck!”
I took him farther into my mouth and sucked lightly, grasping the bottom of his dick tightly in my hand. I moved my hands in rhythm with my mouth, taking his length entirely, then pulling back and sucking and licking across it. His hips began to buck toward me and I reached down to massage his balls. He leaned up on his elbows so that he could look down at me as I continued to worship his cock with my mouth. “God, I missed your mouth, too…..”
I met his eyes, still trailing my tongue along his hard length. “How much did you miss my mouth?”
He grinned down at me. “You have no idea.”
I smiled as I licked around the head. He groaned. “I want you to beg me then.”
His eyebrows went up. “Do what?” he rasped.
I pulled my mouth away, teasing seduction in my eyes. “Beg me to suck your dick.” He always teased me. I’d see how he liked it.
He started to smirk as he looked down at me. I met his challenge by putting my tongue out and licking as slowly as possible along his hardness. Then, I opened by mouth wide and took him all the way back in my throat. He screamed out loud, throwing his head back toward the ceiling. “AAAGH!!....Okay, okay….I’d walk through the gates of hell and back if you’d fucking suck my dick. Please!”
I grinned as I went back to performing for him. Licking, sucking, along his length. I looked up to see his beautiful blue eyes heavy and lidded, his jaw tight. He finally let out a long breath.
“I’m not gonna last much longer, Smiles....It’s been so long....”
I didn’t want him to come yet, so I licked around the head of his dick and gave it one last kiss before lifting up on my knees in front of him.
I knew how I wanted him, how I had envisioned our coupling in front of this mirror. It’s all I could think of the past day. There were a few feet from the edge of the bed to the mirrored wall.
“Go sit on the edge of the bed facing the mirror,” I commanded.
Noticing my change in tone, he smirked, before rolling over and crawling to the edge of the bed. I saw his reflection in the mirror and our eyes met. Locked. He loved me. I knew this. I’ve always known – even in the most trying of times and even when we were at our worst....We belonged together.
I crawled across the bed to him, our eyes still locked on each other. When I reached the edge of the bed, I stepped off to face him, standing between his knees. He was still gazing up at me, waiting for his next direction, as I kissed him. Lovingly – long and slow. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me in tighter. I shook my head at him as he tried to bring me in closer. “Nuh-uh. I wanna turn around and sit on your lap....so we can both see.”
He grinned and nodded. I turned around and faced the mirror as he watched. Then, I bent my knees down in a sitting position toward his lap. I felt his hands as they reached out and guided me. His dick slid into me and I moaned, looking up in the mirror.
His head was thrown back and his eyes closed as he began to slide in and out of me. I watched in awe as his strong hands, bound by tight, muscular forearms, helped lift me up and down his shaft.
“Feels so good….” he grumbled. Our eyes met in the mirror as I continued to ride him deliberately, sensually, his muscular hands guiding us along. Pleasure washed through me as the image of our union reflected in the mirror.
I watched as he reached one hand across my stomach to rub my clit. When I felt his fingers touch me, I moaned loudly, speeding up my rhythm.
Our eyes met in the mirror. Locked.
He whispered in my ear, “Only you, Smiles…..Only you…..”
I smiled in return and nodded, making sure he knew I understood. All I could feel in that moment was him – us. I felt another orgasm looming as I continued to thrust up and down his length.
It hit me. I was moaning, screaming, opening my eyes to meet his again in the mirror. “Yes! Oh god, Yes!”
He was trying to hold back, to let me do the work – to let me be in control. As I contracted around him and saw the tightness in his jaw, though, I suddenly want nothing more than him to lead again. I wanted his release on his terms. I wanted to watch him come with abandon.
As I came down from my high and continued to ride him, I panted, “I want to watch you come. You take control.”
He nodded and grinned at me through the mirror and I smiled back. I watched, captivated, as he grabbed me tightly around the waist and pulled us back slightly, at an angle where we could better see his dick sliding in and out of my wetness. And then he began pounding into me – thrusting his hips upward, slapping against the back of my thighs.
“Fuck that’s deep,” he groaned through clenched teeth. His eyes were closed as he continued thrusting into me. He sped up his movements and a low growl rumbled from his chest. I could tell his release was near, so I reached between us to cup his balls. The touch of my hand forced his eyes open and his growl got deeper as he glanced down at my ministrations in the mirror. I felt him tighten below. Our eyes met again and he pounded into me even harder.
“Oh fuck!” His scream was primal, feral, and he closed his eyes and tightened his jaw. He bit down on his lower lip as he came, frantically releasing into me. We watched, together, eyes locked in a mirror reflecting our love, as his hips finally slowed down like a machine coming to rest.
A physical shudder of emotions ran through me – love, lust, regret, joy – as I lifted and he pulled out of me. He noticed my body’s reaction. “You okay?” he asked.
I turned toward him and smiled. “Yeah. Just thinking about how much I love you….and how much I missed you. I don’t ever want to be apart from you again, Pickup Grinner. Ever. I’m sorry.....” Regret washed over me.
He stood up and wrapped his arms around me. “I’m never letting you go again, Smiles. You’re mine. You always have been…..from the day I told you to smile…..”
Chapter Thirty-Three
I loved my new job. It was all I ever dreamed of doing and more. The fall semester went by quickly. Before I knew it, the emergence of the daffodils and tulips in March beckoned a new Spring. I always loved Spring because it meant that winter was over and warmth and sunlight were returning. It was a sign of new life and growth.
Thad and I had grown since I got back from Edinburgh, as well. We were so in love. We were strong again. We had both healed. That’s something else they never show you in the movies. They never show the moment when a couple has come through the storms to reach an understanding. A moment when you decide that, after all you’ve been through together, future storms can’t be that bad. You can survive future storms together because it’s worth it. Your love is worth it.
And just as the flowers bloom and grow every spring, like clockwork, life is also full of circular cycles. I was about to learn that Thad and I shared our own circular connection, one that brought us back to that day we first met. You sometimes see it in a movie, a scene where the characters realize they had some earlier unknown connection, something that bound them together, even though they didn’t realize it until later.
My mom and dad had a real-life connection like that. My dad’s eight years older than my mom and grew up about an hour away from her. They met in college, where he was taking classes after getting out of the military. They’d been married for about ten years when my dad was telling a story to their friends one night. It was a story about how he and some others helped to push a stalled car off an icy hill after attending a state basketball tournament back when he was in high school. Just as they got the car over to the side of
the road, a semi truck came over the other side of the hill, sliding out of control. The truck would’ve hit the car. It would’ve been bad, he said. He’d never gotten a good look at who was in the car. My mom had started freaking out, asking him to repeat it, trying to clarify the details. Turns out, the tournament was in her hometown and she was in that car. He’d saved her life. True story. Pretty cool connection there, huh?
Thad and my connection wasn’t quite so life-changing, but it was one of those things that makes you question fate and alignments of stars and all that shit.
One random Friday evening that March, we were sitting in my apartment watching Twelve Angry Men. I was sitting beside him, cuddled up next to his chest. I was using his phone to play trivia with Grant. As I waited for Grant to answer a question, I scrolled through the photographs saved on the phone. There was an early album full of old pics from the recreational softball team he played on with Chris, Lance, Sam, and some others. I smiled as I scrolled through them, laughing at their antics. I continued scrolling and came across a picture of a woman in a red, white, and blue bikini, standing against the fence near the university pool. The pool was behind the baseball field, so if you were playing on the field, you could see across to the pool area. I looked closer at the picture, and though it was taken from a long-distance away, there was no doubt in my mind.
“Thad, why in the world do you have a picture of me on your phone?!” I thought back to when the picture had to have been taken and was even more confused. “Uhhh, this is from almost five years ago. What the hell?”
I held up the photograph to show him. None of it made any sense.
He glanced at the photograph and I felt his body freeze beside me. “What?!!” His voice came out like a screech and he looked down at my face. “What did you say?”
I sat up, emphatic. “This is me. We used to go to the pool all the time and swim that summer. That bikini is in a drawer in my room. It’s a flag bikini – red, white and blue. I still have those sunglasses, too….Why do you have a picture of me on your phone from five years ago?”