Beautiful Life

by Bruce Thomas

  I wanted Fred. All of him.

  Softening the kiss I nibbled at his bottom lip sending a visable shiver through Fred's body. He stabled himself against the back of the couch but I didn't want to stay here. "I want to," I said trying my best to keep a hold of his gaze.

  "Want to what?"

  Was he really going to make me say it? My face flushed at the thought of saying the words. I felt comfortable with Fred but saying the words aloud made my breathing come in hyperventilated bursts. I reached forward and palmed his growing erection through his jeans and batted my lashes up at him. I've seen every woman lead do this in movies to get her way. I probably looked like I had an eye lash in my eye.

  "I want to," I repeated. I stood up and took in the sight of a shocked Fred halfway leaning into the couch. His mouth was slightly open and his eyes were wider than I have ever seen them.

  I reached down to his side and grabbed his hand, placing his one hand in both of mine as I began to lead him down the hall and to my bedroom. Once I had the door closed Fred seemed to snap out of it. "Anna, I know I've been trying to get in your pants for some time now but are you sure you want to do this?" Oh, so now he wanted to be a gentleman.

  I rolled my eyes and pulled on his hand, making him step closer to me. "Do you not want to?" He blew air out of puffed cheeks and took his turn at rolling his eyes.

  "I want to. Very badly."

  "I do, too."

  I stood there measuring every tick of his jaw and movement of his chest. His eyes smoldered mine with a hot stare before he pulled me to him. His mouth sought mine again and I melted into him. Whenever Fred's lips touched mine it was like a sparkler was ignited and Fred was my flame. Everything about him, good or bad, made me hot and the only way to cool me down was to be with him in any way I could.

  "I've thought about this so many times," he said pulling away to look at his hands sliding over my hips. He left a scorching trail from my thighs to my back that practically left me panting. "Have you thought about me?"

  Have I thought about him? Every night since I met this guy I have been laying in bed fantasising about him dulling down his bad boy ways and falling for me. I'm sure I would go down in history of the girl who tamed Fred Montgomery. But I liked his bad boy ways. It's what made fantasizing worth the time.

  "Yes," I croaked out. It was hard for me to find the words with his lips skimming over my neck and his hand pulling down the strap of my dress to place warm kissed on my shoulder.

  He hummed over my skin satisfied by my answer. "What about?" My eyes snapped open. Is this how he got off, by talking dirty? Not having experience in that department, I stood there with him sucking on my skin and feeling like I was going to faint under such a torture device that are known as Fred's lips.

  "Tell me, Anna. How did you get off to me?"

  "I--I haven't," I confessed. I crinkled my nose and pulled

  back hoping to see Fred laughing and joking that he didn't either. I hated the way I looked, the way I felt. There was no way Fred would like it either. I'm still confused how I got here in the first place. "Have you never..." I shook my head looking down at the ink painted on his chest; a cross just over his heart attached to a thorn vine spiralling down his ribcage. Shame washed over me at the thought that I don't even touch myself, the thought of it disgusting me. If I can't touch my body, how come I let him? His approval meant so much to me and I didn't even fathom it until now.

  He tilted my head up with the tip of his finger hooking under my chin. His eyes appeared black in the darkness of the room. He reached over to my night stand and turned on the lamp beside my bed. He squared his shoulder in front of me and looked me straight in the eye. "You're so innocent, that's what makes you so tempting but I will not take advantage of you, Anna. I know, shocking, but I want you to want this just as much as I do. This is something you can't get back. I may seem heartless when it comes to female feelings but I've been trying really hard lately to understand yours."

  My mind was already made up. He never outright told me that he liked me. He told me that he liked me more than most but that isn't what I mean. Sometimes he looks at me like he likes me. It's there, flashing across his eyes like a film strip, before he guards it off and buries it.

  I know that I love Fred. What else could this feeling be? I felt like I was sideswept by a bus whenever the thought of him

  crossed my mind. I felt like I was drowning and the burning in my heart was almost overbearing but then he kisses me and it's like a full lung of air. It's the worst and best feeling loving Fred Montgomery.

  "I want this," I finalized. I wanted the breath of air he tends to give me.

  My mouth had become immensely dry as I pushed Fred to sit down on the bed. He parted his legs so I could stand in between them. Our foreheads pressed together as he placed his hands on my hips, pushing up my dress so his fingertips could touch my skin just above my panties, rubbing small circles causing my skin to tingle.

  My fingers anxiously fumbled with the buttons of his shirt just wanting to feel that skin to skin contact. He placed his hands over mine causing me to halt my actions. I looked at his face confused, scared that he was denying me.

  "Let me help," he whispered raspily. His hands helped mine, effortlessly unfastening the small buttons. I had a feeling it was blatantly obvious that I had never undressed anyone before, especially someone as intimidatingly beautiful as Fred. But he knew this. His shirt was hastily removed and I reached for the zipper of his pants but once again Fred's hands stopped me. "I love that you're so eager." The amusement was clear in his hushed voice. My bottom lips jutted out in a dramatic pout provoking a laugh. "We have all night, baby."

  His hands gripped the bottom of my dress and he started pulling in up and away from my body. And just like he did to me, I stopped him. He looked into my eyes as he took in my fear. Compared

  to his half naked body I looked like a sack of potatoes. My breathing seemed to stop, getting lodged in my throat with panic.

  Fred leaned up and kissed my cheek forcing me to let out my pinned up breath. He mimicked my sigh as if reading my expression pained him. "Do you honestly not know how beautiful you are, Annaanna?" His fingers dug into my hips forcing me closer to him. I steadied myself by gripping his shoulders, feeling the hard muscle tense under my touch and the ridge of his collarbone covered by soft taught skin.

  "You have curves that could drive a man crazy. I just can't get enough of your hips." His hands fondled the skin on my sides before roaming to my backside, cupping and giving it a seductive squeeze. "Not to mention, I am very fond of this."

  I couldn't take my eyes off him. His words seemed to have me in some type of trance. I would do anything just to hear the sweet agonizing hums rumbling in his chest. I was intimidated by the fact that he was so experienced in the process of intimately being with someone while I, clearly, was not. So many thoughts bombarded my brain. What if I do something that I'm not supposed to do? What if he finds me petty because I'm so clueless? Oh God, what if I can't get him off?

  "And I've dreamed about these," he seductively groaned, pushing his face in between my breast, teasingly shimmying his head.

  "Fred," I laughed tilted his face up to look at me. The childish grin disappeared replacing itself with a frown when he took in my still stiff stance in between his legs.

  "What is it?" His eyes searched mine, his frown deepening. I didn't want to voice my insecurities to him. I couldn't stand the thought of my words Annanging images of past girls he had been with. I was grateful for that fact that we were on my bed instead of his. I don't even want to picture what has gone down in his bed.

  His shoulder slouched under my fingers. "You don't want to do this." His head fell to his chest and his hands loosened their grip on my sides. He scrunched his eyes shut tightly and doubled over so that his elbows balanced on his knees. "That's fine. Just give me a second."

  The thought of giving him blue balls made me bite my lip to keep from laughing. "No, no," I
said gripping the back of his neck. I know he liked when I tug the hair at the nape. "It's just..." I bite my lip again and he looked up at me through his lashes. "You're so experienced and I'm, well... I'm not."

  Freds head snapped up. The most shocked expression painted his features as he took in my concerned status. I played with my fingers, too embarrassed to look him in the eye. Surely he was now realizing just what he was taking on.

  His hands reached up to grip my wrist before lacing his fingers with mine. When I looked back at him, a small smile covered his lips and his eyes were soft.

  "You don't know how sexy that is, Anna," Fred said Annang my hand to his lips. "To know that no one has every touch you before. Not even yourself. That I am the only one that has ever seen you this way. The fact that you only know how to please me." He placed soft kisses on the back of my hand, slowly traveling them up my wrist

  with every sentence he spoke.

  I felt like my knees were going to give out. I probably would have melted onto the floor if Fred didn't grip my hips and Annang my body close to him once again. "You don't know how happy that makes me." He kissed my jaw trying to distract my thoughts. Every negative weight dissolved as his lips moved down to my neck. A throaty laugh pressed against my skin as a moan escaped my mouth when he clipped down on my sweet spot just above the crook of my neck. "I love that I'm the only one that can make you make that noise."

  His words were catching my body on fire. I couldn't stand the fact that our bodies were so close to each other but I couldn't properly feel him against me. Fred must have felt the tension too because he wrapped his arms around my waist and hoisted my body closer to his and kissed me.

  I reached down to unzip the front of his tightening pants all while not breaking his lips from mine. He legged his way out of them still kissing me and kicked them to an unknown destination on the floor. Soon after, his shirt followed giving my hands freewill to roam over his muscled skin. I loved the feeling off his skin; soft in some places and rough in the right ones. All the hair on my body stood at attention at the feeling of his skin under my touch.

  My hand lowered itself from from his chest to his defined abs all the way down to grab the one thing my mind was focused on but before I could fully grip him through his Annaefs he spun me around. His steady fingers went for the zipper on the back of my dress, fumbling with

  the tricky faAnnac. I kicked off the black heels I was wearing and dropped a good three inches which mad it easier for leverage. The sound of ripping faAnnac echoed throughout the room as my dress quickly fell around my feet. I gasped in shock as I looked down at the red faAnnac on the floor. Janet's he'd want more than just kissing comment fled to mind and the thrill of the situation hit me full force

  Turning around I grabbed Fred to me and felt his bare chest under my lace covered one. Fred pulled back from me and peered down at myself nearly spilling out of my bra. I felt the need to cover myself up but he held my hands to my side.

  "Jesus," he cursed. He ducked down and nipped just above the line concealing my breast surely to leave marks. The thought thrilled me; Fred leaving love bites on me that only he could see. I arched my back into him loving the feel of him so close to my heart which was pounding rapidly in my chest.

  I felt his fingers working their magic of unhooking my bra. I held my breath when it came undone and Fred drew it away from my body. An animalistic groan tore through his throat and I simply could not stand still anymore.

  Wrapping my arms around his neck I pressed myself as close as I could to him in a kiss. Our tongues fought for dominance against each other as we sunk down into my bed, Fred straddling me. His mouth latched onto the peak of my nipple and it took everything in me not to pull chunks of his hair out. My hands tugged and pulled at the strands earning low rumbles of appreciation from Fred. Our clothed hips

  rubbed against each other creating friction but it wasn't enough. As if we now had the same brainwave, Fred unattached himself from my body and moved off the bed to find his jeans.

  Pulling out his wallet from one of the pockets he tugged out a shiny green packet. I gave him an oh-howconvenient sarcastic look and he smirk down at my partially naked on the bed.

  "Are you on the pill?" He asked sliding down his Annaefs.

  I've seen his manhood before but that didn't stop my breath from catching and my eyes going wide. I sputtered out a yes, having been on it since I was fourteen because of my period. Fred's smirk stayed in it's place as he slid the condom on and walked over to me.

  "Don't worry Raine. It will fit."

  I laughed nervously at his little joke but there was nothing little about it.

  I laid back flat on my back and sighed. Annanging a hand up and through my unruly hair, I tried to calm myself. I could do this.

  Fred kissed his way up my ankle all the way to my lips and surprisingly whether he meant it to or not, it erased all doubt from my mind.

  Without warning he slipped two fingers into me again, this time easier than the last. In seconds I was skimming under him and gasping for air.

  "Are you ready?" He asked pulling away from me and hooking his fingers under the band of my underwear. "I honestly hurt I want you so badly." I nodded not able to find my voice. He kissed me again while his fingers pulled down my panties and tossed them along with his clothes somewhere on the floor. I felt him position himself at my entrance and

  nudge in slightly. I winced drawing in a breath that he tried stifling by kissing me harder. He stayed there for a second unmoving and letting me catch my breath. He looked into my eyes as if to study me. Momentarily I got lost in his shadowing irises and when he tilted his hips to push all the way in, I realized that was his intent.

  I bit my tongue from crying out as Fred stayed fully unmoving inside of me. I clutched him to me, squeezing my eyes shut as it literally felt like he was splitting me in half.

  When he began moving I bit down into his shoulder, the uncomfortable feeling retching every breath I took, away. He was slow, even gentle, as he rocked his hips to meet mine. After a couple minutes the pain dulled to an ache every time he pushed all the way in. The pain was soon replaced with the overwhelming feeling of togetherness.

  The room was filled with the mingling of our berated breathing and occasionally a groan from Fred whose speed was picking up.

  "You're so tight. I don't think I'm going to last long," he expressed, his voice pained and gruff. He was so beautiful. I couldn't get it through my head at what a beautiful person he is on the inside and out. Yes, he was beautiful under all the walls and hateful words he threw out to protect himself. His soul was tainted but beautifully flawed.

  I could tell he was coming to his end by the harsh breath fanning over my mouth as our lips brushed against each other like a whisper of feathers grazing the surface. His eyes locked with mine as they grew darker, a mere shade of onyx in the dim lighted

  room.

  Every emotion that I felt towards Fred bubbled up in my chest like a volcano not being able to hold it in any longer.

  "I love you, Fred," I gasped into his ear. He pulled his body up and over me and I watched in complete awe as his head rolled back. Fred's torso pulled away from me vaguely, displaying his strong chest and prominent collarbone. God, he was beautiful. I couldn't quite wrap my head around the beauty hovering above me. My eyes scan over him in wonder.

  How was he real? I almost felt like I couldn't touch him, afraid that he would disappear. He buried his face into the crook of my neck and I was content with the hot puffs of breath flirting with my skin. His eyes were tightly squeezed closed while the last quick spasms of his pleasure past.

  "Shit," he cursed the words muffled by my skin.

  I smiled, his profanity making him seem more human.

  We stayed like that for a second, just laying there with me smiling up at the ceiling and Fred's face buried into my neck still inside of me. Both of our breathings were less shallow and more steady but I still felt like I was hovering above on a
cloud.

  Yes, that was painful but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. My body was still tense and humming from lack of release but I couldn't have been happier.

  "Now your turn," Fred muttered into my skin. "No, I'm fine," I said rubbing his back. He lifted his head to look at me and I smiled reassuringly at him. I don't think my body could take much more after what we just did. Everything in the lower region was sore.

  He

  slipped out of me making me wince. He froze and cursed under his breath.

  "I'm sorry, Anna. Shit, I'm sorry. Come here." He flipped onto his back beside me and opened his arms. I breathed in when I laid my head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close.

  Goose flesh covered his neck when I sighed onto his skin.

  "Was it okay?"

  I turned my head upwards to look at him. His brows were furrowed low over his eyes and his mouth was set in a grim line. Oh my gosh. Fred Montgomery was worried whether or not I enjoyed myself. "What am I saying? Of course it wasn't, you didn't even..." I reached up and cupped his face with one hand. I settled myself more on top of him and pressed my bare chest down on his. I felt him twitch down at my hip which made the blood pound harder in my head.

  "It was amazing," I stated looking deeply in his eyes. His pupils dilated the longer I gazed down at him. "Lying doesn't fit you well, Annaanna." He began to push me off but I put more of my weight on him.

  "It was amazing because it was with you." I pushed some of his hair off his dampened forehead and settled my eyes on his lips. They were still in a frown but parted to suck in a shaky breath. I actually loved this slightly insecure side of Fred. It made him seem more real.

  "I hurt you."

  I shrugged settling back to my spot wedged against his side. "I knew it would. I'd heard stories and such." Fred shook his head grimacing as he brought one hand over his face.

  I smiled and nuzzled my nose into his chest. My heart