Love at The Bluebird

Our descent into Nashville goes quickly, and within thirty minutes, we land smoothly. Sitting up in first class provides me the opportunity to get off the plane within minutes of arriving at the gate. I walk hastily through the airport, down to baggage claim, where I wait for my luggage and guitar. Once those are retrieved, I grab an Uber and head to Aly’s house.

Traffic is still relatively light at this time in the morning, so we arrive at her house much earlier than I anticipated. As soon as the Uber leaves, I question if she’s even up yet for work. In my haste to see her, I didn’t think things through. Now I wonder if I should call another Uber to come get me and take me home. I can drop off my stuff and then drive back here to get her.

Fuck that! I want to see her, and if that means waking her up, then so be it.

I walk up to her door and press the doorbell, making sure I’m in the camera’s line of sight so she can see it’s me. Thirty seconds go by, and I start to think she might still be sleeping, when the door is pulled open and she stands there in front of me, her eyes wide in surprise.

“You’re here,” she whispers, but I can’t seem to form any words as my eyes drink in her wet hair plastered to her head, a long, white fluffy robe tied tightly around her body, and her cute bare feet with light-pink-painted toenails peeking out from the bottom. Aly was in the shower, meaning she’s gloriously naked underneath that robe.

Fuck me.

I don’t think, just react. I barge right into her house, forcing her to take a couple steps back, drop my belongings, and grab her. She reaches up for me at the same time and fuses our lips together, her hunger for me just as strong as mine is for her. We both moan out loud every time our tongues touch, relishing in the pleasure of being back in each other’s arms. Our kisses are raw and sensual but with a hint of desperation, as we’re both searching for more.

“Goddamn, I missed you,” I growl before capturing her mouth and plunging my tongue between her lips. I kick the door shut so no one can see us and lift her up, her legs automatically going around my waist. She gasps as my hand squeezes her ass and positions her against my raging hard-on. She breaks our kiss and pulls back, staring at me while she catches her breath.

“How are you here right now? I thought your plane wasn’t supposed to get in until this afternoon.”

“I took the red eye home. I wanted to surprise you,” I say while my lips make a trail of wet kisses down her neck. I kiss across her sternum, tasting her rose-flavored soap, and I crave to taste more. I’ve never been so turned on by the mere touch of a woman before her.

“This is the best surprise ever,” she whispers as she pulls my head back up for another scorching kiss.

I hold onto her and walk us to the nearest bedroom, consumed with the need to taste her. I gently lay her down and stand back to look at her sprawled out before me. The sash to her robe is barely tied, giving me a glimpse of the valley in between her breasts. My hands shake as I reach for the knot and slowly pull on one of the strings. She watches me the whole time, her eyes hooded in desire. Once the knot is undone, I pull back the robe and suck in my breath at the beauty that is her body.

“My God, you’re exquisite,” I marvel as I plant my knee against the bed, bend down so my right arm is supporting my weight, and reach out with my other hand to caress her left breast. Her flesh fills the palm of my hand perfectly, her nipples and areoles a beautiful shade of blush. I watch, mesmerized as her nipple perks up between my fingers, my mouth salivating to taste it.

Unable to wait any longer, I lean down and take the delicate bud into my mouth. She arches her back and moans, her fingers threading through my hair and tugging my head closer to her. I continue to flick my tongue over her nipple, enjoying the purr of her moans and the taste of her skin. I kiss my way over to her other breast, making sure it gets equal attention.

“Do you like me sucking on your tits, baby?” She hesitantly nods. “Are your nipples too sensitive for this?” I graze my teeth lightly against one, her body springing up from the touch.

“No,” she mewls, her noises driving me fucking insane with desire. Her nails scratch against my scalp, sending shivers down my spine as I continue my assault on her breasts. I feel her rubbing her pussy against my cock, and it takes all my willpower not to grab it out of my jeans and plunge right into her.