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“You couldn’t resist this, so nice try,” he says, grabbing my sides. His fingers digging into me softly, causes me to burst into a fit of giggles. My movement causes the water to splash over the sides of the tub, landing with a slosh on the tiled floor.
“You get to—ahh!” I can’t even form a full sentence; his tickling is endless. “You get to clean the water up!” I’m finally able to fill my lungs with a full breath and make my escape. I stand and make work at getting out, reaching for the towel that’s hanging from the wall on the iron rod. But all of a sudden, I’m looking at the ground.
Trey’s shoulder is digging into my stomach, and I realize he picked me up, bare naked, and threw me over his wet shoulder. I watch the water trail down his back, and when it slides over his perfectly round butt I’m suddenly not so upset with my current position.
He slaps me hard on my butt and throws me onto the bed. I yelp when I make contact, my body slightly lifting into the air from the impact.
“Get ready, babe. Dinner in one hour. I’m hungry and need energy to keep up with you, ya little minx.” He walks to the bathroom but before he clears the door, I get even. When the pillow I grabbed hits him in the back of the head, he turns slightly, rubbing the spot where it hit and looking at me with a sly grin. “You’ll pay for that, smart-ass.” He points at me with a look of promise etched on his perfect face.
“I’ll count on it.”
Trey
DINNER WITH SHAYLA WAS just what we needed. Food, wine, and time together. I’m still elated that we had sex; I can still feel her tight heat wrapped deliciously around my hard shaft. Missing it already. Goddamn. Things will never be the same for me. I couldn’t think of being with anyone else, ever again. Even if I tried. The way her heavy, smooth tits bounced when I thrust up into her, her hands gripping at me for anchoring, her loud moans of pleasure in my ear, her shaved, slick core all encompassing and all fucking mine.
As I play with the condensation on my beer mug, what she said in the bathtub plays over in my head, she does look different tonight. She’s in her own world, drinking wine and swaying her head to the jazz house band playing in the restaurant. She does look like a woman, maybe because I made her unfit for anyone else, or maybe it’s the glow in her eyes. This beautiful little woman is my keeper and I am hers. I love her, I love making love to her, I want to go back upstairs and fuck all night. Just reminding her with every kiss, lick, thrust, and touch how special she is to me.
She’s clothed in a gorgeous tight little white dress, and I do mean tight. Her wide hips and slim waist reminding me of what a woman she is, those are childbearing hips, my hips to hold while I fuck, hard. Her round tits perky and begging to be licked. Her burgundy hair in a girlie fucking updo or some shit, little hairs falling on her delicate face. I’m a gone man, captivated in her beauty, captured by her heart, and stolen by her being. I watch the little faces she makes when we talk over our steak, watch the way she licks her lip then bites the corner when I look at her, watch her skin flush when I tell her the dirty things I plan to do with her and that killer fucking body. Fuck, we’re only at dinner, not even touching, and I feel like we just fucked, completely and thoroughly connected through eye contact and words.
We make our way back to the room and spend some more time in the shower, washing and touching each other. I can’t wait until she isn’t so sore. I already miss being inside my girl. I’m starting to think about how in the hell I went all these years without being with her, and how I co
uld never understand the concept of love. The feeling that I felt the moment I broke the barrier that separated her from virgin to womanhood was unexplainable.
I still have a ton of insecurities, which are only intensified due to the new step in our relationship. But I know I can work through that shit. No, I need to work through that shit because I want to be with her. I’ll work through everything I need to if it means I’ll always have her.
I start to let my mind wander into darker water. Did my dad ever love my mom like this? I know she didn’t, that letter I found fucking said it in black ink, permanent and clear as day. But, did he love her the way I recklessly love Shayla? If so, I don’t know how he overcame her leaving.
I silence the eerie thought in my head, shutting it down as fast as it came. I’m in the here and now with Shayla, and we’re happy, we’re connected. Tonight proved our love is stronger than anything—the feelings and emotions all real.
The only light in the room is the burning fireplace, crackling across the way from the bed. I watch the orange and yellow flames mesh, regaining my bearings. Shay’s warmth on top of my chest is welcoming, helping me relax. I notice she’s been silent for a few minutes, and when I look down I’m met by her sleeping form.
Everything that has happened in the past twenty-four hours wore my girl out. But I’m more than happy just sitting here listening to her light breathing as she sleeps. She looks beautiful, like nothing in this world could disturb her. I want this moment to last forever. I want my time with her to last far past the time we are given here on earth. I don’t know if I believe in eternity, but she sure makes me hopeful that there will be one. She makes me feel like the day I was born only half of me entered the world while the other half of me waited with her and the day we met was the day I became complete again.
Lightly, I move the backside of my fingers down her cheek, and when my thumb makes it to her lips I graze the round edges. Remembering the way she kissed me back when I took away her virginity. Looking at her now, I feel a sense of completion. I’m not only falling, but in essence, also surrendering my heart, soul, and body for the chance to love someone.
This is the moment that changes a boy into a man. The moment one falls in love. Not only am I responsible for loving this woman, but I’m also now in charge of protecting her heart and honoring any promise I give her from here on out.
For women, virginity is the one thing that they give to someone that they’ve fallen in love with. Well, most women. The one thing they give away as a symbol of their love and commitment to their partner. But what virginity is to women, is what a heart is to a man. We save that shit with us until the right woman comes along to claim it. That’s when we then give it away, without a second thought or regret. Shayla took my heart, and I will never be able to get it back.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Her voice is soft and laced in a sleepy rasp.
“You look beautiful when you sleep.”
She searches my eyes, seeing if I’m lying or hiding anything from her. Letting her gaze falter for a second she moves on, accepting my answer. She stretches before placing her head back on her spot above my heart.
“That’s not creepy at all.” She chuckles. Her naked body is pressed against mine and it feels like velvet, I’m drowning in her and I don’t want to be pulled from the water.
“You like it, don’t lie.”
“Yeah, I do. You caught me. Are you excited to see Pops tomorrow?” I love that she calls him Pop, just like I do.
“I am, and I know he and Kathy can’t wait to see you.” I wrap my hands around the nape of her neck in her hair and catch her scent.
“I’m a little nervous still. But not nearly as much as I was this morning. You promise he will be happy?” Shayla’s reservations are both unwarranted and adorable. She cares so much about people liking her, but doesn’t realize it’s almost impossible not to love her. Fearing him not liking her, or being anything but happy, is just humorous to me.
“Babe, I wouldn’t bring you here and expose you to him, as my girlfriend, if I felt he wouldn’t be happy about it. Besides, like I told you when we talked about it the other day, he was thrilled.” I roll her to her back and make sure her eyes are on me.
“My dad is my best friend. We’ve been through hell and back in my short amount of time here on earth. So the connection we built, it’s a force. I know when and what he is thinking almost always, because he’s all I’ve ever known or had, besides you, for love. He told me he was proud that we’re together. I didn’t need him to explain his reasoning why. I just believe him because he is the truest man I know.” The reserved smile on her face has now made its way to her eyes. She’s learning how to build trust in me, and looking at me as not only her lover but also as her protector. I wouldn’t let anyone come between us, and she knows that. But my father is the last one we need to worry about interfering. Her mom will be the biggest obstacle trying to knock us down, if we’re being honest.
