Tiffany
We’d had sex together before—many times, I might add—so, I knew what to expect. Yet my hands were clammy and my heart was unstable anyway. The big difference tonight was that we were a couple now, not just fuck buddies. An official couple who’d not been able to be intimate since the accident. We’d fooled around, of course, kissed and made out, but we’d not gone all the way because there was always something stopping us. My physical limitations or one of my late night headaches, for example.
Not tonight, though. Things were happening again. The adrenaline was keeping me awake, and the excitement of what was to come thrilled me. Kyle had turned me on tonight at the club, awakening the desires in me. Oh, yes!
By the time he’d locked the door behind him, I had already removed more than half my clothes and was ready to rush him, to get him out of his shirt.
“Hold on, tiger. We have all night.”
“We do, but I’m not patient.”
Laughing at me, he let me undress him. When his muscles flexed under my touch, it sent a jolt through me. His tattoos were on display for me to see, so I slid my fingertips over his chest and abs, tracing the colors and perfection of his toned body.
“I’m a very lucky woman.” I’d whispered the words without thinking, and blushed when I heard him chuckle.
“I’m a very lucky man,” he responded while lifting my chin for our eyes to meet. “Are you done staring now? I have business to attend to.”
“I’m done.”
Kyle lifted me in his arms and carried me to his bedroom. Our bedroom. I couldn’t stop giggling, showing how nervous I was. This moment had to be perfect, even though I knew this part of our relationship had never been an issue. Sex had marked the beginning of us; it was how we’d met. But what was supposed to be just one night, I now realized, had turned into an existence where I couldn’t imagine a night without him.
“You have to tell me if anything hurts or you want me to stop, okay?” he whispered against the curve of my neck, and it tickled. Why am I so nervous?
Lying me on top of the untucked sheets, his arm stayed beneath me. His tongue swept over his bottom lip, and my eyes followed each movement. I wanted him to kiss me yet again. Delicately, he moved his arm from beneath me and then straddled my legs, placing his to each side of me. Not resting his weight on my legs, he hooked his fingers under the waistband of the last piece of fabric covering my body – my panties – and pulled them down, moving his body back until I could kick free of them. Both of us were naked, skin on skin. Soul to soul.
This is it.
“You’re a beautiful woman, Tiffany. I intend to take care of you tonight, and every night for the rest of our lives.”
“I know, Kyle. I trust you.” My voice broke, and although I was on the verge of crying, I held it inside because this wasn’t the moment to be so distraught. Something huge was happening inside my heart tonight. Something good.
“I love you, Tiff. I have to tell you how much before we take the next step. The last couple of days, I’ve tried to show you a different side of me, which I hope you liked, without sex involved. Not that I haven’t thought about it.” He laughed, and it was nervous. “I’m serious about us, Tiff. I’m not playing any games. You mean a great deal to me. I love you.”
“I’m serious, too, Kyle. I may not show or say everything I feel right now, but I am feeling a lot. A whole lot.”
Kyle brushed away the hair covering my forehead and leaned down toward me so that his body covered all of mine. He started with feathery kisses on my shoulder and then made his way to my lips. My skin erupted in shiver bumps; I couldn’t control the waves of pleasure moving through me under his soft kisses.
I reached up and wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, then my legs followed suit, wrapping around his waist, but I couldn’t envelope him more than that. I had to touch him. Needed to feel him to calm my nerves.
Kyle’s hand molded to my breast as he caressed me with such sensuality that my back arched while my heels dug into the backs of his thighs, pushing him into me. His moan filled my mouth and I responded by scratching my nails through his hair, along his scalp.
In a cry for more, I pushed my hips up into his, almost humping him. I giggled at myself and wondered, Where did that come from? Kyle, ever the gentleman, didn’t say anything, but I felt him smile against my mouth and a second later, he was completing us as one. As he pushed inside me, I inhaled and then kept the air inside my lungs like it was my first time. After about ten seconds, I relaxed, and then joined him in the frenzy of our reunion. Kisses, heavy breathing, intense touching… if this was the whole package of being loved by Kyle, sign me up.
It was unlike any time we’d been together before; tonight, Kyle and I were making love. Thrusting into me, he kept a steady rhythm, one that promised us the ultimate breaking point.
“Look at me, beautiful,” he requested. Leaning on his elbow, his face was a few inches above mine. “Tiffany.”
I looked into his brown eyes, which were bright and watery as his trembling hands cupped my face, and confessed, “You’re everything I want in my life.”
I had said the words before and felt ready to say them again. This wasn’t easy, it didn’t come as one would expect, but I wanted to tell him because it was in my heart. “I love you, Kyle.” The words came out with no trouble, surprising me, and I couldn’t control the smile on my face. “This is incredible.”
Kyle started to move faster, and everything became more intense. Our connection, and the feelings deep down, were getting stronger by the second. Every time Kyle groaned, my nails dug into his shoulders. Unable to keep quiet, I called out his name numerous times, not caring if I woke the neighbors or even the whole neighborhood.
“Oh, my god, Kyle… babe!” Having reached my limit, my climax came down crashing on me. I felt like a feather floating in the air. So light, and perfect. This had been flawless in every way, a night I would remember forever.
“I love—”
“You,” he finished right before reaching his breaking point.
Both of us exhausted, but oh, so happy, we stayed in bed. My head rested on his chest while his fingers danced in my hair, urging me toward dreamland. No dream would be as good as my reality, though. What we’d shared was spectacular. Things had gotten real. In a very good way.
In the happiest state of mind I’d ever been in, I dosed off in Kyle’s arms.
I woke up in the middle of the night with no clue what time it was, but the smell of food made my stomach growl. Grabbing Kyle’s shirt off the floor, I slipped it over my head and walked to the kitchen. My man was cooking in nothing but his black boxers. I loved seeing the ballerina on his back, and watching his muscles move under the design. The piece had been inked in his flesh to capture his first love and their story, but it didn’t bother me. I had his heart now.
“Mm, sexy.” I whistled.
He turned around, startled. “Sorry if I woke you, but I was starving. Are you up for a bowl of mac-and-cheese?”
“Anything, as long as it’s with you.” I wanted it all with him. From mac-and-cheese to the happy ever after.