My eyes brimmed with tears, and my heart was so full I was sure it was going to burst. I kissed him, every nerve of my body tingling with joy. His lips pressed against mine, his arms wrapping around me, pulling me closer.
I moved like it was a reflex, standing with him. He held my hand as we walked to his bedroom. The familiar blue sheets of his bed were there, neatly tucked in. He seemed to have straightened up his room, as if he had been embarrassed by it the last time I had been here. I laughed to myself, realizing he must have known we would end up here.
My feet flew up in the air as I fell onto the bed, carefree and ready for anything. I smiled at him, my top lip over my bottom lip in an innocent grin. I laid there, bent at the knees, my dress riding up. Had he wanted to, he could have taken a peak at the little black thong I had put on, but he was a gentleman. Maybe he already knew he had me...
He ran his fingertips up my legs, sending a shiver of delight through my body. My mind raced back to the make out session on the couch, the hair washing, and I knew that tonight was the night. Everything was perfect. I spread my legs open, exposing myself for him to see.
His eyes looked at the thong, the only item of clothing between him and my sex. Then, his eyes flicked up to me. I saw that he was sharing the same thought I was. Neither of us would be able to hold back.
He laid on top of me, and we began to kiss. The kisses were deep, hungry. The lust between us was immeasurable. His hands were all over my body, and he pulled the dress down off my shoulders. I couldn't wear a bra with it, so my br**sts were exposed immediately. He took one in his hand while flicking his tongue against the nipple of the other. I writhed underneath him.
I tried to undo the buttons of his shirt, but I was at an awkward angle. He knelt over my legs, and I could see how hard he was already. He unfastened his buttons and took off his shirt, throwing it to the floor before moving again to devour my bosom.
"Wait. Wait!" I cried out, and he jumped off me, as if scared that I was about to put the brakes on. I pulled the dress up and over my head, throwing it on the floor as well. "That dress cost me $39 on sale at Macy's. I don't want to mess it up too badly."
He grinned. Now that he was off me, he grabbed my feet in his hands. He kissed each of my toes tenderly. Normally, I don't like my feet touched, but the way he did it wasn't gross at all. He kissed up my ankles, my calves, savoring every taste of my skin. He kissed up my leg, and I leaned back and closed my eyes.
As he passed my knee, I knew that he had no intention of stopping. He got down on his knees and pulled me to the edge of the bed, putting my legs up on his shoulders. He kissed up my legs, pausing for a moment at my panties. As if remembering the fact that I had stopped him there before, his tongue traveled around the lines of my thong as he waited for a rejection.
I didn't stop him this time. In fact, I relaxed, spreading my legs a little further for him. He took the hint, moving up to my special spot. Pleasure flooded through my body, as a little moan escaped my lips. I tangled my fingers through his hair, and that seemed to drive him wild. He began to pull down the thong, and I lifted my h*ps to assist him.
When the thong left my feet, he immediately moved back between my legs, going for my clit. Pleasure sang through my body. My mind flashed back to a time in high school when our group was hanging out.
Andrew had been so excited, telling us that he had found the perfect way to please a girl orally on the Internet. We had all laughed at him, and for a few days, he had earned the nickname "Alphabet Andrew." Still, as he worked on my body, I wondered if he was writing out the alphabet with his tongue on my cl*t right then. I didn't care, I just knew that it was fantastic.
With every lick, the ember of my desire burned brighter, threatening to catch into a full blown blaze at any moment. I felt my temperature rising, the heat consuming me from within. Tremors rocked my body as his tongue fanned the sparks that my body nursed. I felt the heat rising, felt the smoke, and where there's smoke, there's always fire.
When the flame ignited, my eyes squeezed shut. Delicious licks of fire washed over my every nerve, intensifying every sensation that I felt. The red color of the flames was all I could see, and my ears roared with the intensity of the flame.
When the fire had burned itself out, I looked down at Andrew. He had felt it too, the sheer power of the moment washing over him as well. I gasped for breath, and he knew that I was his at that moment. He still looked up at me, expectantly, waiting for a sign to proceed.
"Oh, Andrew," I gasped. "I need you. Make love to me."
He needed no further encouragement. With a smile on his face, he stood up and began to unbutton his pants. I watched the show with anticipation, knowing that I was about to recross a bridge that I had once crossed with a man I didn't love. I hoped that it would be a different experience this time.
I watched as he got nak*d, and I marveled at his fit body. He reached into his nightstand, pulling out a square wrapper. I grinned, reached out, and grabbed it. He looked confused for a moment, before I unwrapped it. I beckoned to him, and he smiled and came closer, his c*ck hardening in front of me.
I grabbed it in my hand, gently caressing it, watching as it grew to it's full length. I considered putting it in my mouth, giving him the same oral pleasure I had just received, but I felt the need to have him inside me. I put the condom against the tip of his now throbbing member, and slowly unwrapped it. He moaned softly as I touched the length of his shaft.
He sat next to me on the bed, and we shared an intimate kiss. The kiss lasted just a moment too long, so I took charge. I pushed him down on the bed, grinning as I did so. As I straddled his body, I felt the fear and the thrill of consummating a relationship with someone I cared for. He put his hands on my hips, and I teased him, rubbing my pistil against his stamen.
I watched his eyes go wide as I lowered myself onto him, then close as he relaxed back. As he filled me, I felt a sensation I had never felt before. It was one of fullness, both physically and emotionally. I wished I had never done this without love. With was so much better.
Andrew seemed to regain his senses, and he moved his h*ps against me in tandem with my rhythm. We rocked against each other, and his eyes absorbed my body. I loved the way he looked at me, like I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. When our eyes met, he moved his hands up to my back, pulling me down into him.
Our bodies collided, every inch of my skin touching an inch of his skin. I felt as if we could merge into one person, as if our brains and bodies would soon be entwined forever. I never wanted the sensation to end, and as he began to thrust in and out of me, I knew that I would do anything to keep him, to keep this.
His eyes were still locked on mine, and his hands ventured all over my back. His hands ventured upwards, moving to my hair, and the sensation was somehow even more intimate than when he had washed me. He continued to thrust within me, our passions rising. He was obviously feeling the same as I did, because suddenly he paused, and I knew he was trying to prolong the experience.
A hand went to my face, brushing the hair that had fallen into it behind my ear. I kissed his palm, loving the feeling of closeness that this moment contained. He moved his lips to my ear, whispering softly. "Relax."
I hadn't even noticed that I was so tense, my body aching for release. I smiled, and rolled to the side, trying to keep him within me. He followed, managing to maintain our connection. I smiled. I never wanted us to be apart.
I lay beneath him, and again he rocked against me. The shaft of his c*ck rubbed against my clit, bringing me closer to orgasm. I reached up, grabbing his headboard, as he began to lick my nipple. The sensations combined, and I could feel the fire within me sparking up again. As I looked up, I saw lust in his eyes. His motions became more forceful, his need driving him now. I could feel my own fire spread to his body, and his own fire about to engulf him.
I let go of the headboard, and then brought him in close, pushing my fingernails into his back. I wanted him, wanted him to feel the same pleasure I was about to feel. I felt him tense up, and as his rhythm changed, our eyes locked again. I could see the pleasure rush through him, and I had tunnel vision as my own pleasure sent a firestorm of pleasure thrashing through my veins. Meteors crashed against the surface of my Earth as I felt his body shudder with release. Our eyes remained locked during the entire experience, and I never felt closer to another person in my life.
I could barely breathe, and I kept him locked in place, unwilling to let him leave my body. He lay against me, his face against the pillow, exhausted. We lay this way for what seemed like forever before he raised his head and kissed me. Our kiss was the kiss of lovers, separated by events beyond their control but finally reunited.
He whispered in my ear those five words I had wanted to hear my entire life. "I love you, Holly Davenport."
I beamed. "I love you too, Andrew Miller."
He pulled out of me, kissing me. Then he stood, quickly heading to the bathroom. I heard the shower begin to run, and he looked at me in the doorway. "Are you coming, Lazybones?"
I laughed. "Only if you promise to wash my hair again!"
Chapter 12
Flames devoured the trees as they imploded from the inside. Nests abandoned to the heat blazed in a short glory. Young green leaves wilted and browned before succumbing to the fire's will. The landscape shuddered with the heat, the trees groaning for mercy. But the fire showed no lenience.
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Andrew held my hand as we both stared out the window, watching the world zoom past. It was quiet in the car as Audrey maneuvered us toward the city. We were on our way to Elitch Gardens, an amusement park in Denver, courtesy of Ray and Audrey. The park had only been open for a week, but Ray had gotten discounted tickets from a customer and invited us all to go. Luke turned down the opportunity to come with us. He was still avoiding us, so it was just Andrew, Audrey, Ray, and me.
Sprigs of green were starting to appear on the trees as we approached the city, the tiny leaves struggling to grow under a bright blue sky. It hadn't rained in weeks, but the grass was attempting to turn a pale yellow-green, the world full of growth and opportunity. We were all quiet as we drove, our minds busy with thoughts. I closed my eyes, feeling the car hum along the highway, remembering the past two weeks with Andrew. They were the happiest weeks I had experienced in years.
There was our date night at the pizza place, the flirting at my work, watching movies cuddled on the couch, the hot tub. The hot tub made me smile. We snuck into Andrew's neighbor's hot tub at two in the morning and messed around. I loved the way his fingers felt under the water, the jets, and the splashing.
Just thinking about it made my insides start melting. I had never felt so comfortable with anyone. With Andrew, I could just be myself. Best of all, I liked the person I was when I was with Andrew. When I was with him, I was the smart, sexy, and happy person I always wanted to be. The broken me didn't exist when he was with me.
There were some dark spots the past two weeks, however. Luke refused to speak to me since catching Andrew and me at West Hardware, even leaving the grocery store when I was working. Andrew said Luke switched all his shifts so the two of them would never even cross paths.
Luke wasn't the only one mad with the two of us; Britney and Eli both avoided Andrew and me like we had the plague. Britney spoke to me once when she bought groceries, and I was the only lane available. The anger and disappointment in her voice broke my heart. I had never felt so guilty in my life as when she reminded me how seriously Luke took his promises. The disapproving looks they shot us on the street told us all we needed to know. I wished I had a way to make them see how happy Andrew and I were, to find a way to make us all friends again.