"Brie, I've been thinking about what we talked about." He paused briefly, letting me wait for his next thought. "You know I didn't have a problem in high school when you dated both of us at the same time. I willingly waited for and took my time with you when I could.
"Though it was a shock to me that you guys married, I didn't hold it against either of you. I know my actions may have sent a different message, but truly I was happy for you. If it weren't me who got to be your husband, I was happy it was Mark instead of some other guy." He stared intently into my eyes, reaching into my soul, causing my heart to sputter and skip a beat. I stayed motionless and quiet, not wanting to break the spell he was casting.
"I don't even know where to start commenting on your relationship with Mark. I'm not sure I fully understand it right now. Maybe in time, I'll get it."
He took a sip of his wine and checked the surf before returning his attention to me. "But I'm going to be selfish right now. It's no secret I have feelings for you, I always have, and I always will. So, if you guys are inviting me into your relationship, I'd be a complete fool not to accept." There are only a few times through all the years I've known this man that he has put so many words together in a sentence. He fell quiet. The waves crashing on the shore provided the only soundtrack we needed.
I looked up at him. He watched me, just staring. His eyes glowed in the sunset; the gold specks sparkled. He lifted his left hand and brushed a few strands of my loose hair away. To this day, I couldn't tell you who initiated the kiss, just that it was the sweetest, most romantic kiss I think I've ever had. It was just a peck, but our lips-maintained contact. Then his lips parted and captured my upper lip. I parted my lips and enticed his tongue to meet mine. He licked my lips and then gently explored inside my mouth with the tip of his tongue.
His left hand slipped down my back until it centered just above my hips. He scooped me up and pressed me against his body with characteristic ease and grace. His right hand trapped my head and shoulders. I literally swooned into his embrace. My hands gripped his body, digging into the meaty flesh. There was no way I was letting go. Rolling me onto my back, he pressed his upper body onto mine, again trapping me and pressing me into the sand. My pulse raced, my mind turned off, and I let the prehistoric drives we all have take control.
We stayed connected for several minutes, shutting out the rest of the world. It was just the two of us. Tim finally broke our kiss, still pressed on top of me. My grip wouldn't let him retreat even if he wanted to. He searched my face in the twilight. He traced my jawline. I was hypnotized by him.
"Looks like we are drawing a crowd." His eyes never left mine as he whispered.
"Let them watch," I whispered back to my man.
"There may be neighbors nearby. We wouldn't want them to see." I was so comfortable lying there looking up into his face.
"What do you think they are about to see?" I was teasing him now. I knew he was just helping me avoid any tough conversations.
Leaning down, he kissed me again. "If we stay here much longer, whatever it will be...will be...X-rated," which was Tim's shorthand for
I'm about to rock your world with my big cock, turn you inside out and leave you a creamy, trembling puddle of orgasmic goo on this blanket if we don't go inside.
I started to laugh as I held onto his upper body. "Well, if there's going to be any X-rated stuff, it should be in your bed." He slowly separated from me, sat up, and helped me cram the picnic stuff back into the basket.
We walked back side by side. I felt a smile on my face. My heart was soaring. As we got closer to the condos, I started to feel anxious. It had nothing to do with any worry about being seen. It didn't have anything to do with the sex I was hoping we would have. It was about the magical moment we shared and whether it had passed. I knew we couldn't have stayed on the beach; I just wasn't sure how we would recapture the moment.
Tim put his board away and made his way to his room. I went to my room and stripped down to my panties and bra. I had worn one of my favorite sets, and I was sure Tim would love it. The shower was running. I crept into his room and waited by the door. As he exited the stall, I took in that magnificent body. It had been way too long since I had seen it or felt it. Startled, he turned when he glimpsed me in the mirror.
"I don't know if we should be doing this, Brie." His eyes searched my body, taking in everything I was offering. "Shhh." I stepped into him. I reached up and touched the scar just above his eye. I traced it slowly, lightly down his face, his neck, across his shoulder, and then down his left arm. I traced the ruts across his chest, starting again where they forked just below his collar bone. I lamented the visible dips and holes where the muscle had been torn away, all the while stepping in closer until my warm skin was in contact with his heated flesh. I looked up into his eyes. He hesitated for a split second before his mouth was on mine. His arms were around me, lifting me, holding me tight.
Oh, this is going to be amazing,
I thought.
Tim's strong hands then circled my hips, cupping my cheeks. I felt my feet leave the floor. He carried me to the bed, where he set me gently. His cock hardened against my pantie-covered pussy. Our mouths were glued to each other. He separated our lips, taking my face in his hands. He looked deeply into my eyes. I could see nothing but love in his. He kneeled between my legs, which placed his head just about even with mine. His hands completely palmed both breasts as he felt me through my bra.
"Hi." I loved this, his gentle but manly touch on my skin.
"Hey."
Which was Tim-speak for: I'm going to ravage your body until we both are too weak to move.
I heard his low moan, almost a growl. I reached behind my back and loosened the fastener to my bra. He gently removed the cups and lowered his mouth to a nipple. I sucked in my breath as he sucked it hungrily. Both nipples were hard little erasers pointing straight out. I was so turned on at that moment. I had a hard time remembering another time I was so aroused. First, one nipple, then the other, came under his attack. He kissed my throat just under my chin. I allowed him to push me back until I was looking at the ceiling. His kisses found every inch of skin. He was doing his best to arouse me. He didn't want to just own me. He wanted me so frenzied with lust that I gave myself over to him completely.
I recognized this move. It's been his move ever since high school. But now, it was different. It was polished and refined. I knew I wasn't the only woman he'd ever been with. It was clear that he had worked to perfect his technique with the others. I said a silent thank you to the women who allowed my man to practice his love-making skills on them. I knew in my heart that all that training was for me.
Finally, I felt the waistband of my panties being lifted, and then they slid over my hips. Shortly I was completely exposed to my wonderful sexy man. He kissed the tops of my feet, calves, and thighs. I parted my knees, allowing him free access. I needed his touch. My entire body heaved as he contacted my clitoris. His hands were on the inside of my thighs. He parted them further.
He pressed his flat tongue just below my slit, almost low enough to taste my rosebud. Licking my entire sex, he moved up on me. He sucked on my clit. I moaned. The downstroke found his tongue sliding between my folds. I heard him moan as he tasted my juices. He alternated between sucking on my clit and parting my lips to allow his tongue inside me. I grabbed the top of his head and pushed deeper onto his talented tongue. He increased the pressure as he sucked. I rocked my hips. I was lost in my own pleasure now. I needed him to finish me.
The waves literally started at my toes and washed over me, again and again. I pulled Tim into me, covering his face with my sex. Then I pushed him back to relieve the pressure on my sensitive bits. I couldn't catch my breath as I convulsed, shook, and made unintelligible sounds.
"Damn, baby!" I moaned as he started to lick my overflowing juices. I gave a small yelp as I felt a thick finger probe my outer lips. Then my slick passage. He started off slowly, gently. Moving in and out. Then came his thumb, pressed against my clit. It was like he was pinching me from both inside and out. He kissed my flat stomach as he moved up my body until he latched onto a nipple once again. I arched my back and let out a long moan as pleasure overtook me. He alternated between my breasts, the valley between them, and the nipples. He continued his clockwise rubbing with his thumb with the added movement to his index finger. Then he found the sensitive region inside my clenching pussy with a
come here
motion. Tim was stimulating my G-spot, over and over. It felt so good that it was almost painful.
I couldn't help myself. The familiar flush ripened as my skin warmed, every nerve ending tingling, and I grasped his bicep. I became incoherent for a second. My brain shut down, and my womanhood took complete control. I was lost in his touch as my orgasm crashed over me. I trapped his hand in between my thighs. I couldn't take his touch any longer. Grasping his wrist, I held him in place as I started to recover.