“Fuck me!” Chris stepped back and glared at me, his gaze black with desire. “Tara,” he panted.
“On the bed,” I told him, emboldened by his response to me. “Now.”
Chris did as he was told, lying diagonal across the bed, eyes glued to mine as I stepped out of the negligee. Slowly. “You’re gorgeous, Tara. And so fucking hot I’m about to lose it.”
I smiled because that was exactly what I wanted to hear. “Not yet,” I told him as I climbed on the bed and straddled his hips, dragging my moist center up and down the length of his erection. “It was so hot, making you growl like that, hearing the sounds of y our pleasure while I focused on nothing but you. Feel what it did to me?”
He nodded. “I feel it.”
“That was amazing. I’ve never felt that before.” It was the truth. I’d always enjoyed sex but not like this.
“It was amazing for me too, those plump lips are a gift from the leavens.” His hands slid over my hips and up my waist before he took a breast in each hand. “And these, are absolutely perfect.”
I felt perfect in that moment. The way he looked up at me, the awe and heat in his gaze combined sent not just pleasure through me, but something else. Something that had me wondering if Sophie wasn’t too far off the mark. Maybe I did love him. “Chris,” I moaned as I slowly lowered myself onto him and closed my eyes.
“Look at me,” he demanded and I opened my eyes, kept them focused on his handsome face as I took my pleasure and gave it right back to him. It was a thrill, taking charge of both his pleasure and mine in this way and that just increased my arousal. “Oh shit, Tara.”
The sounds he made turned me on even more until I bounced and rolled on top of him like a fiend, moving fast and frenetic until we were both covered in sweat and screaming our pleasure into the air. His hands tightened on my hips but Chris didn’t try to stop my moves, he just added his own to the mix, hitting that perfect spot that made me almost swallow my tongue. “Chris, yes! Oh yes!”
His thumb moved to my clit and that was it, the magic combination we both needed to send us flying over the edge together, gazes connected, bodies intertwined as one. The orgasm was powerful enough to steal my breath as I continued to pulse and grip him tight. “Oh fuck, Tara. I love you!”
His words shocked me but they also washed over me, a blanket of warmth that trapped my own words to the roof of my mouth. I wanted to say it back but I wasn’t ready. This wasn’t the time. Instead I pressed my mouth to his and kissed him until all traces of pleasure had faded.
Chris loved me.
I loved him, at least I was pretty sure I did.
Was this how easy it was to take control of your life? I didn’t know but as I kissed him like the end of the world was approaching, I liked the idea of loving Chris. Of having him love me.
I just had to figure out how to tell him that.
Later.
When I could think and breathe again.
Chris
“I’m gonna look like a princess, Daddy!” Lila was in love with the dress we’d spent nearly a full day at the mall trying to find. It was purple and silver and so fluffy I was sure it was meant for something much more formal than the Winter Dance in Pilgrim, but she wanted it and I couldn’t think of a good reason to deny her. “A real life princess!”
“You’ll be the prettiest princess at the dance,” I assured her, exhausted from a full day of shopping and a long two nights wondering if my blurted words of love had ruined things between me and Tara. I hadn’t heard from her since I kissed her goodbye on her doorstep. Two days ago. It was a rookie mistake, every man knew you didn’t say anything important to a woman with an orgasm coursing through your body. They would never believe it. Ever.
“Tara would make a good stepmom, don’t you think Daddy?” Lila’s words sucked all the oxygen from the car and I turned to her, sure I’d miss some thread of conversation.
“Why do you say that?”
“Because she likes me and treats me like a big girl. She can teach me how to do girly stuff and tough girl stuff. Plus you like her. A lot.” She flashed a teasing grin up at me. “You do! I can tell.”
“Yeah? How can you tell, oh wise one?”
She giggled, reminding me that I was asking relationship advice from my eight year old kid. “Because you look at her like this.” Her eyes went wide and she blinked a lot, hands clasped at her chest, obviously mimicking something she’d seen on TV.