Are We Really Trying?
Tiffany
It’s been three weeks since my weekend with everyone in North Carolina, and missing Harrison becomes worse with every passing day. We talk and text, but that was the norm before our recent rendezvous. I wish I knew what we were doing. I feel stupid asking, “Hey, are you, like, my boyfriend?” I mean, how old are we, seriously?
When my doorbell rings, I can’t imagine who is here since Elodie is at work, and no one else would visit.
I answer to find a flower delivery woman in front of me.
After I sign for the beautiful bouquet of red roses, I set them on the counter, opening the card.
There are eleven roses here. The twelfth will come later, baby. Just know I’m missing you.
Love, Me
Smiling like a school girl, I grab my phone.
“Hey, Tiff. What’s up?” Harrison answers.
“Thank you for the flowers. They’re gorgeous,” I reply, not able to stop the giddy sound in my voice.
“As are you, baby,” he responds, making my heart flutter.
“Whatcha doin’?” I ask, looking for a casual conversation.
“Test driving a car that we installed air ride suspension in.”
“Yeah, like I know what that means,” I retort.
He laughs. “They smooth out the ride so you don’t feel every bump in the road. Older cars typically have metal spring shocks, which aren’t the best for long distances. It enhances the luxury in a modified classic car.”
“Huh?” I respond. Everything he said went in one ear and out the other.
“Never mind. What are you doing today, beautiful?”
“Missing you, doing laundry, and having dinner with Elodie later.”
“I miss you, too. I wish it were me going to dinner with you, not Elodie,” he says sweetly.
“Me, too. I know we’ve spent time apart before, but I really miss you.”
“I hate to cut this short, but I gotta get this car back to the shop and finish work. Have fun with Elodie. Call me tonight when you’re settled in.”
“Okay. Be safe and don’t work too hard. Bye, Harry.” I’m already slightly sad to be away from his voice.
“Talk to you tonight, baby.”
With that, he hangs up and I go about my day.
As I’m getting ready for Elodie to pick me up for dinner, I realize the other rose never came. Whatever Harrison planned isn’t going to happen this late. Oh well, maybe tomorrow.
***
Harrison
I have been fighting to keep my eagerness and excitement at bay for the last two hours. I arrived earlier than I planned, and it’s taken everything in me not to go over to Tiffany’s before dinner. Elodie messaged me as they were leaving the restaurant, so I’m now leaning against Tiffany’s door with the single red rose, waiting for her arrival.
Watching her approach, her blonde hair cascading off her shoulders, my heart beats faster. When she realizes I’m standing there, she runs up, practically jumping into my arms as she kisses me. The kiss is hard, fast, sloppy, and loud.
Elodie has apparently had enough. She clears her throat loudly, and we break apart, laughing.
“Sorry, El. Thanks for taking her out tonight and texting me,” I tell her.
“You knew he was here, and you made me stay for dessert?” Tiffany replies.
Elodie merely laughs as she hugs Tiff then leaves.
We enter the condo, and before I can speak, Tiffany is wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me down to kiss her. Eventually, I break away, amused by her excitement.
“Damn, baby, don’t you want to put your rose in water or some shit?”
“Fuck no. I want you,” Tiffany replies as she unbuttons my jeans and pulls them down with my boxers. Taking my erection in her hand, she drops to her knees.
“Baby, you need to get up. Let’s go to the bedroom and—”
When her soft, warm mouth wraps around my dick, all thoughts are gone.
She cups my balls, gently squeezing and tugging on them, sending more blood rushing to the head of my penis. Her tongue teases each of the ball piercings as she slides me in and out of her mouth. She sucks hard, releases, then sliding my dick in and out, licks along the base, sucking hard again. The rhythm and teasing is building up. I can feel the tightening deep in my balls.
“Tiff, baby, you might want to stop,” I warn.
Instead, there is no more teasing; it’s sucking, sliding, and licking at a furious pace. I’m too big for her to take all of me, so her hand is gripping my cock. It’s wrapped in its own special Tiffany cocoon.
My release comes hard and fast, making my weak knees tremble beneath my weight. Tiffany swallows what she can, and when she can take no more, she moves her head. Gently, she jacks me off with her hand, slowly milking every drop of my come out onto her tiled entryway floor.
When I’m done, I help her stand up and pull my boxers and jeans back into place.
“That was a hell of a welcome, but we have a mess to clean up now.”
She smiles innocently at me. “I’m just getting started. Go clean yourself up, get your bag, and settle in. I’ll get the floor.”
She starts to move away, but I grab her and kiss her; the salty taste still on her tongue as I invade her mouth. Yes, we are just getting started.
Floor forgotten momentarily, I begin removing her clothes. We both end up naked in the chair, Tiffany straddling me, my erection now full of life once again. She takes me in hand and starts to guide me inside her, but I still her.
“Are you sure about being bare? I’m clean, but there are other things to think of.”
“We’re good, baby. It’s only been you, and I’m on the pill,” she answers before her mouth comes crashing down on mine.
I sit back farther into the chair, which gives me a better angle to watch as she places the head of my penis just inside her entrance as she circles her hips. My piercing rubs that sweet spot, sending shivers through her body as she slides down on me.
It’s been so long since I let a woman set the pace and ride me. Even when Sophia was on top, I set the pace from the bottom.
Knowing she’s close, I place my hand between our joined bodies, stroking her clit as I bite down on her nipples, making sure to roll her rings with my tongue. She shudders around me as her climax hits, the aftershocks milking my dick as I reach my own pinnacle.
Releasing inside of her, filling her womb, leaves me more physically satisfied than ever before. I want to be joined with her forever.
We stay in the chair for a while with me still inside her. She’s against my chest, head in the crook my neck as we both relax from our activities.
“Are you really here? Are we really gonna try again?” she whispers.
“Yes, I’m really here. Yes, we’re trying again. We’re gonna keep trying this for a long time to come, too. Get used to it,” I answer, holding her more tightly.
Those three special words almost spill out of my mouth when I realize my contentment and peace in life is here in my arms. I don’t want to ever let go.
We clean up each other, the floor, and then settle into bed. After a fast fuck, I take my time to cherish and make slow, sweet love to Tiffany before we finally fall asleep. Holding her in my arms all night gives me a comfort I have never experienced before.
Her alarm wakes us up much too early. She has to work, and I have to go back to Charlotte. I was here to deliver a car for Ryder. My rental is waiting for me for the drive back. As much as I don’t want to leave, I’m expected back. We are going to make this work, though.
Life in Charlotte is good. I can’t leave Maggie, Dina, the guys, or Lauren. They are family, yes, but it’s also my day to day life now. I would miss everyone, including Jake and Kenna, if I came back to South Carolina. Of course, I’m not sure I want to live without Tiffany, either. We are going to figure something out. I don’t know how yet, but we will.