Love at First Sight

by Mia Ford

  “No, of course you don’t. You’re just perfect as you are, never wrong. I almost forgot.”

  I like this teasing back and forth, it’s fun. Easier than direct flirting as well which is good since I’m very rusty on that front. With Tamara, it doesn’t seem to matter. She likes me for who I am, or so it seems.

  “I am perfect, actually. As I’m sure you can tell. If you haven’t worked it out by now.”

  I breathe in deep, inhaling her wonderful scent. She has a sweet, rosy, citrusy smell which is unique just to Tamara. I slide my eyes closed and breathe it all in hoping I can remember that forever. I never got this close to her on the train, not even the second time around, and I love it. It feels awesome. I’m also acutely aware of the warmth of her body, it sizzles between us like an egg cooking in a pan. It prickles and tingles all over my skin.

  “So, if you’re such a big reader, which one of these books have you read?”

  I point to a few of them, some of them truth some of them not so much, teasing her about the other books. She has some very serious thought provoking books and some much trashier romance novels. She holds her head high and defends every book as if it’s classic literature. I love that about her, it’s magnetic.

  “Alright, alright. I’ll give you that one.” I grab one that looks almost like erotica. “That one is just for fun reading. A girl has to have some form of escapism, doesn’t she? You can’t judge me for that.”

  She takes it from me, brushing her skin against mine as she does. Electricity crackles and buzzes all through my body, the emotions I’m already experiencing intensify and it sends me wild. Tamara must feel it too because her eyes spin to connect with mine. Immediately I can see a deep, dark desire there. I can tell that she wants me. I almost lean in to kiss her, to take this to another level, but before I do she bursts into laughter.

  “Oh, my goodness, I’m so sorry…” She steps back breaking the magic of the moment. “I don’t know what I’m doing here. I know this sounds cliché and will probably make you not believe me but I have to say it.” She sucks in a deep breath. “This isn’t something I do all the time. I’m not normally like this.”

  “Oh right. I know. I didn’t think anything of you at all…”

  I’m telling the truth as I say this. I never thought anything about her reputation as I came back here. I’m living in the moment, enjoying the here and now. I assumed she was doing the same. I wouldn’t ever judge another person anyway, I’m not like that. I’m all for doing whatever it takes to make a person happy. Particularly when it feels this good. Damn, it feels incredible. I just want it to continue, I don’t want to halt it.

  “I just don’t want you to think… because I’ve been quite forward, haven’t I? And that isn’t me. Usually I’m much more… it’s just… carpe diem and all that. Plus, there’s something here I think…”

  She’s babbling, struggling and I want to help put her out of her misery so I finally cave to the sensations inside. I step closer, shutting the gap between us and I wrap my arm around her placing my hand on the small of her back. That action shuts her up, the words die on her mouth and she looks up at me pleadingly. I can feel my heart racing, thumping against my rib cage. My mouth is dry and my throat burning. There’s a fire in my belly, flaming, burning, flickering. I want her and I know she wants me too. Fuck social enormities, who cares about that?

  I dip my head down to hers and cross our lips together, stilling the room, no, the entire world. Tamara’s spine stiffens in shock but she very quickly relaxes into the kiss. She molds, wraps her body around mine and deepens the kiss. Her mouth parts, I dart my tongue inside, and the fireworks grow more intense. They explode over and over again, fizzing through my veins much too rapidly. It’s consuming me, sending me on a roller coaster. I love it. The spark is deep, it’s flickering and growing. I want to know what could happen here…

  “Oh, my goodness,” Tamara gasps as we finally pull apart. “That was…”

  Her fingers trace along her lips where I was only moments before. She looks like she can feel the same tingling I can. As she does I realize my panting breaths are falling raggedly out of my mouth. My desperation for her body is shining through even if I want to tame it. Tamara has me utterly uncontrollable.

  “It really was…” I breathe deep. “You are…”

  There are so many things I want to tell her, my brain is completely blank. All I can do is feel and the way I feel right now is intense and powerful. Instead, I scoop her up in my arms and I bring her back in for another kiss. This time there’s no messing around, I claim her with my mouth letting her know how much I like her.

  She takes my breath away, she strips my lungs completely of air, she sends me wild.

  I push her back against the wall and hook my fingers underneath the hem line of her dress, groaning with sheer pleasure as I do. I’m about to lose myself, I can feel a guttural moan about to burst free. I’m in heaven…

  10

  Tamara

  I don’t know how this has happened, I’ve got no idea how we ended up here. One minute we were teasing one another, sharing flirty banter by the book shelf, the next I’m being way more open than I would be, and now we’re kissing like horny teenagers who cannot get enough of one another. It’s crazy, I feel wild and excitable. This really isn’t like me at all, but I don’t think that’s a bad thing. I like this version of me better.

  I grab onto his body, gripping the material every single time he hungrily yanks at my dress. An involuntary moan escapes my throat and my ragged breaths ache my lungs but in the best way possible. My core is pulsing for him, it’s screaming out for attention and the way that things are going I might get that soon enough.

  “There’s something about you,” I rasp while my head lolls. I need to lean back against the wall to keep upright because my knees are jelly. They’d be knocking together if his thick, muscular body wasn’t between them. “I… I know you…” My brain has switched off. I’m saying things that I wouldn’t normally. “You’re familiar.”

  Luckily, I’m then silenced by his lips moving from my face and towards my neck and collar bone. Control vanishes, it zaps through my body and I let it flop from me willingly. I don’t need it when I have him.

  My dress moves upwards so high, but it isn’t enough. I place on flat palm on Logan’s chest to push him back. He looks a little bewildered but only while I lift the dress the rest of the way up. I show him that I want him even more so now. My actions speak volumes and make his whole body tense up with excitement. I nod for him to do the same which thankfully he does. He lifts his tee shirt up and pulls it from his rock hard chest. I gasp, a wetness stirring at my slit as I see his incredible abs. Then he slowly unbuttons his trousers, smirking as he slides them down. I can see his bulge and it looks wonderful. Bigger and better than anything I’ve had before. The storm in the bottom of my belly grows while I picture what it’ll feel like buried deep inside of me.

  God, what the hell has happened to me? I’ve turned into a sex deprived fool. I’m crazy for him.

  “Get over here,” I growl. I wiggle my finger to lure him in. “I need you already, you sexy beast.”

  The only thing standing between us now is our underwear, and that already feels like far too much. I want it gone, all of it, I need to know every damn inch of him. I want to touch him, to feel him, to taste him. The thought shudders through me, probably visibly since Logan smiles as he spots it. He looks so damn happy. Like me.

  When he crashes back to me, he goes downwards. His lips meet the outside of my bra and he brushes my nipples through the material. I arch my back to him, knotting my fingers up in his hair as I crave more. He senses this and yanks the cotton to one side, probably tearing it as he does - not that I care - and he takes my hard nub in his mouth. As he sucks, electricity bolts like lightning, it burns in my sex. I need him.

  He continues to tug and tease with his mouth while his fingers trail over my hip bone, the bottom of my stomach, the to
ps of my thighs… anywhere but where I actually need him. I roll my hips, trying to give him the hint, but still he doesn’t seem to get it. Either that or he’s purposely doing this to irritate me. If that’s the case then it’s working. The need is growing, it’s more, it’s slowly starting to consume me entirely.

  “Stop it,” I shoot through gritted teeth. “You’re… you’re driving me nuts here.”

  “Tell me what you want,” he commands in a tone I actually like a lot. “I want to hear you say it.”

  “You… I want you…” It’ so hard to get words out when I’m so turned on. “You, Logan.”

  He slides my panties to one side and feels my soaking wet slit. I brace myself, waiting for him to go deeper, but that doesn’t quite happen. He continues to tease me. “That’s not enough, I need more.”

  His sing song tone does my head in. if I could get any more words out I would berate him for it, but right now it’s all about primal need. I have to say just what I can. “I need you to… to…”

  “To what, Tamara?” I’m going to fucking kill him in a minute. “What do you want?”

  The words tighten up in my chest, but then he gets really close to plunging it and I lose it. My words spin free. “I need you, Logan.” My fingers dig hard into his arms but he doesn’t even wince. He slowly slides my panties down while fixing his eyes on me the entire time. It’s a game to him, and I’m a willing pawn. I don’t care what he’s doing, how he’s toying with me, not when it feels this incredible. “I need you to fuck me.”

  He falls to his knees, shocking me completely and he trails his tongue all the way from my center to my clit, tracing amazing feeling patterns there. He grips onto my butt holding me in place while he sucks and licks me relentlessly. I know this is what I wanted but now it feels too much. I try to pull back just for long enough to get my head on straight, but Logan has no intention of letting me do that. He needs all the control over me.

  It isn’t long before he takes this one step further and his reckless fingers join in. He plunges, fucking me with his hand and my body automatically rolls to meet his movements. I need more from him, I need everything. I grind, wishing I could get even more of him into me, it’s amazing but not quite enough.

  “Oh, fucking hell, Logan.” The pleasure is coming. I can feel it building. It’s creeping up like hot blood from my toes, flushing my skin as if it’s been touched by fire all the way up. “This is too much, it’s…”

  I’m about to tumble. The deep abyss of pleasure is coming for me. I want to push myself, to fall happily, I need this. It’s overwhelming but in the most amazing way, a sensation that I never want to end.

  Then, just as I’m ready to fall, to jump if needs be, Logan yanks his mouth away from me leaving me cold and exposed. A vulnerability threatens to encase me, but I push it to one side. Logan is sliding his underwear off, showing me that thick, throbbing erection of his, and it’s even better than I expected. From over here I’m lusting deeply after him, I want to feel him everywhere, I’m desperate to hold him.

  Then, Logan leans down for long enough to pull a condom from his pocket. This unhinges me, it lets me know what’s coming, so while I wait I unhook my bra completely and I let it flutter to the ground. It’s the first time I’ve been fully naked in front of another person in such a long time and I forgot it could feel this good.

  I step closer, desire gripping me, and I wrap my hand around his now sheathed length. He feels good in my hand, my pulse races at a million miles an hour. I connect my eyes with his while I slowly pump.

  “Tamara, you…” he grunts and closes his eyes. “You’re too much, you know that.”

  Saliva fills my mouth, his desire makes me want to fall to my knees to get a taste of my own but judging by the way Logan’s thighs have tensed and his cock is twitching between my fingers, he’s too close. I want to taste his sweet, salty desire, but I need him inside of me first. I hope we’ll have plenty of time for more.

  “Stop now,” he grunts, confirming my suspicion. “It’s too much.”

  I yank my hand away and fall freely as he whips me from the ground. Logan carries me to the couch and slams me down as need gets the better of him. As he nudges my thighs apart I let them fall willingly and embrace the sensation of him closing in on my entrance. Now Logan has the look of a predator about to claim its prey and I almost fall apart. His steel rod slides slowly in as I push myself up towards him and it drives me over the edge.

  “Oh, fuck.” His thrusts become demanding, powerful, strong. I wrap my legs around him and buck my hips to get more. He slides all the way in and fills me up. I stretch to accommodate him, meaning he brushes against parts of me I didn’t even know were there. “Oh my God, Logan, I…”

  A warm bliss shudders through my veins as stars fill my vision. The pulsing becomes loud, too intense, over powering. I feel completely and utterly lost. I can barely use my hands to grip him any longer so I flop backwards and let him have all the control over me. Logan uses this to send me spinning wildly over the edge.

  A scream shreds my chest as it bursts free. I feel like the whole building is shaking under the power of it, I’m probably waking every single person up. Either that or the intensity makes it louder to me. Just as I think I might actually be about to tear my voice box apart, Logan kisses me hard, swallowing up the rest of the noise. That builds our bond, connecting us on an even deeper level. I’m more connected to him than anyone else.

  My walls contract so tightly around Logan as the orgasm tears through my system so soon he loses himself too. His whole body tenses then relaxes as the bliss shoots from him, zapping the energy from him. He almost collapses on me because he’s so drained and I love the weight of him on top of me. He crushes me a bit because there’s so much of him compared to me, but I still feel safe. He has this way of saving me… from what, I’m not sure, but it hardly matters. I just want to be here in his arms forever more.

  When Logan climbs off of me, I half fear he might leave. My shoulders roll up by my ears while I wait for him to make some excuse as to why he has to sleep in his own bed, but that never comes. He seems relaxed on the sheets next to me while he tries to catch his breath, which I like. I’m not keen for him to move at all.

  Eventually he leans across and he kisses me on the tip of the nose followed by my lips. When he wraps one arm around me and we snuggle in close together it seems apparent that he’s going to stay for the night. Thank goodness, I’d be far too wired if he left leaving me awake all night long.

  Now, I can slide my eyes closed quite happily and slip into a dream world knowing that he’ll still be here in the morning. I won’t need to worry about how he’s feeling because I’ll be able to see it. Maybe we’ll even end up sleeping together again. I might be satisfied for now but I don’t think it’ll be long until that craving comes back with a vengeance, needing him again…

  11

  Logan

  I can feel the sun light streaming through the window, warming up my face and alerting me to morning before I even open up my eyes. I don’t want to come back to the real world just yet, I’d prefer to live in my fantasy for a little while longer. I’ve been having the most amazing dream where me and Tamara are…

  Wait! My eyes snap open as I hear the breaths of another person. I can sense her heat now, the intense chemistry bubbling between us, reminding me that all of that really happened. We did have the most incredible date ever, we did end up in bed, I did just have the most amazing night of my life… oh my God, this is amazing!

  I bolt into a sitting position with a giant smile on my face. Alistair was right, I’ll have to tell him as much when I see him. If I’d talked myself out of this I’d be regretting it right now, but I’m here, it’s real, and I feel wonderful. Anything from my past is long gone from my brain, all I care about is Tamara. I have a feeling this could turn into something amazing. I know we don’t know one another too well just yet but there’s time for that. The connection I can feel is chemical, it�
��s deep imbedded inside of me, I can’t control that.

  All of a sudden, my brain isn’t thinking in terms of a fling anymore. Maybe that’s what it’ll become in the end, perhaps by the time I leave on my trip things will have fizzled, but right now in the heat of this morning I can actually see a future with her. I didn’t think I would see a future with anyone for a very long time.

  I tilt sideways and glance down at the sleeping beauty beneath me. She’s like an angel, I love the relaxed expression on her face. She looks like she’s having about as blissful a dream as I was not so long ago.

  When Tamara stirs I brace myself, trying to prepare myself for what she might be like when she wakes up… it hasn’t escaped my brain that she might not be as pleased as me, but she simply turns and sleeps some more. That gives me time to slide discretely out of the bed to head into the other room. I want to do something sweet and romantic for Tamara when she wakes up. I want to make her breakfast in bed.

  Before I get into the kitchen, I dive into the shower to wash myself down. After a night of sweaty love making I probably don’t smell my best and the last thing I want is to put her off because I stink. I jump rapidly under the hot jets of water and hum to myself with glee. I can’t stop the happiness from flowing from me. I wonder what Al would say if he could see me now. Would he be glad that he was right or would he curse me for getting ahead of myself in terms of this relationship again? He’s right about that, I suppose, but I like it.

  Once I’m washed and smelling much nicer, I wrap a towel around me and head towards the kitchen. In there I flick the radio to life and continue singing to myself. I barely know the song but it doesn’t matter. I’m just so happy. I grab some food from the cupboards and start making pancakes and bacon. I don’t know if this is what Tamara likes, but it’s one of those things I assume everyone enjoys. I sure as hell do and I don’t know anyone who doesn’t. She has the ingredients here which I have to take as a good sign.

  I take another look around while the food cooks, noticing all the sweet things about Tamara. She has a little china chicken in the kitchen which I assume has a story. I must remember to ask her at some point. I also think there might be something about the red post box magnet she has on her fridge. There are also notebooks littered everywhere which I’m tempted to peek inside but I resist the urge. That’s too much. She needs her privacy.