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His shadow cast over me, leaving me in the dark. I watched as his body jumped from the candlelight to the dark, giving him an eerie flickering appearance.
He leaned forward, pressing into me slowly. I was already soaked; the anticipation of the whole night had set my arousal levels to ten. There was no resistance as he thrust inside of me, driving hard and deep until his shaft was buried to the hilt.
His eyes, dark with desire, held mine as he pulled out then plunged back in.
It wasn’t the first time we had had sex. But it somehow felt more special, more memorable. Every word out of his mouth was perfect. The lighting, the massage, how he touched me. It was all spot on.
“You are so beautiful,” he moaned, moving his hips slowly against me. He ran his hands up my body and interlocked our hands together, holding on to me like I was his lifeline. We moved slowly, exploring each other's bodies. We didn’t have a deadline; no directors yelled “cut!” in the background.
It was just me and Trevor. The sounds of me sighing and moaning almost sounded foreign to my ears, used to much louder output. I was focused on him and only him.
He stared at me, his eyes intense as he thrust into me. I could feel my body slowly coiling, the muscles tightening. He narrowed his eyes, locked on my expression. He seemed to be studying every move and sound I let out.
His shadow cast over me, leaving me in the dark. I watched as his body jumped from the candlelight to the dark, giving him an eerie flickering appearance.
I moaned as he stretched me open and cried out as my body seemed to involuntarily rock back and forth after his cock reached the top of my pussy. His hands were around my hips, guiding my rocking and grinding motion and watching his cock go in and out of me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, taking him deeper. I loved the feel of his cock inside of me. I met him thrust for thrust, move for move, until I couldn’t tell where I ended, and he began.
My body tensed, tightening around his. I felt his hands holding my wrists down, pinning me to the bed as he thrust into me.
“Yes, oh yes, yes please,” I whimpered, my body giving in to my requests. I felt the walls of my body flutter, my thighs twitching against his still moving hips.
He moaned, leaning over me. I felt his mouth, warm on my skin.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered, as I lifted my hips to encourage him. I needed more, so much more.
I felt like I was on fire. Each stroke sentflames licking through my veins. I wanted the feeling to last forever. My eyes fluttered and closed as he moved inside me.
“Trevor,” I gasped as he found my most sensitive spot. His hips began to pump fast and furious. I felt like I was about to explode. It was too much and not enough, all at the same time.
He slammed in and out of me, fast and furious. It was more than I could take, and before I knew it, I exploded. As the hot rush of ecstasy swept through me, he didn’t let up, pumping his hips faster and faster
“You’re mine,” he grunted, as his body released into me. I closed my eyes, basking in the words, the red flags unseen and unheard through the sexual haze I was in.
I could feel the words on the tip of my tongue, wanting to erupt from my mouth. My heart raced. I took a deep breath, letting the phrase spill from my lips, followed by a sigh of relief.
“I love you.”
Trevor was so much a part of my life by the time our one-year anniversary rolled around that I thought nothing could surprise me anymore. He told me to clear my calendar for the weekend, and that he would pick me up Friday night for a special anniversary surprise.
I hoped by “special” he meant thoughtful and not just something he had thrown money at, but I was excited either way. It was my first big anniversary in a relationship of my adult life, and I couldn’t wait to see what he had in store.
It would end up being one of the most heartfelt moments of my life. I wish that memory hadn’t soured so much now.
Chapter Three
Trevor was oddly quiet on the drive to his planned surprise, saying little, but making sure to lace his fingers with mine and kiss my hand numerous times during the trip, as if he was afraid, I’d fade away or dissipate into a cloud of dust if he let go of me even for a minute.
It wasn’t the cheery atmosphere I had anticipated, and the air in the car felt stuffy. I thought that the stakes must be high, even if I had no idea what the stakes even were. Wasn’t it just supposed to be a one-year anniversary surprise?
I watched as we left Dallas behind, the sun setting on the city in the rearview mirror. I was surprised, since we rarely needed to leave Dallas, as sprawling and inclusive as it was, but still, Trevor would give me no clue as to what was going on. Just long, lingering glances over at me, more hand kisses, and in the sparse streetlights, I could see how tense his jaw was. What exactly was going on?
At one point I tried to pull my hand away, feeling both our palms getting sweaty, but he was reluctant to release his grip, he himself firmly in the grasp of his nerves. I relented ownership of my hand, leaned back in the seat, and watched the Texas countryside fly by. There wasn’t much else to do at that moment.
I remember how strange the whole drive made me feel. There was still an explosion of butterflies in my stomach from Trevor’s big surprise because he was not a man that did things in subtle ways, but there was also a mounting apprehension about where we were going, and his strange aura.
I looked down at my legs, encased in high-waisted denim shorts, freshly shaved and bronzed, feet capped with a pair of black leather heels, and hoped I wasn’t dressed incorrectly for the occasion… whatever it was. He had given me basically no clue, so I just had to give it my best guess.
