“Remember our first kiss?” he asked.
That first kiss had been quite something and I still couldn’t believe I’d been that forward with him.
“How could I forget?” I said.
Pulling me closer, he kissed the middle of my forehead.
“I was so overwhelmed by you. Consumed by you,” he whispered as he stared into my eyes. I stared back and let myself get totally lost in the swirling blue-gray storm.
“I wanted you so much, but I was scared. I really wanted it to go away,” I said. Outside our cab, the heartbeat of the city ticked on, oblivious to the two of us.
“I’m glad you didn’t make it go away.”
I laughed a little.
“I couldn’t make what I feel for you go away. It would be impossible.” He kissed my lips softly and the cab stopped. I realized we were home.
“Come on, Sunshine,” Lucah said, taking my hand.
We rode the elevator up to our place, stopping to kiss along the way. Sometimes when we came together it was like two hurricanes colliding and we got totally swept up in it. Other times, like this, it was more like a flower blooming. Slow. Sweet. Like we had all the time in the world.
I loved both ways.
He undressed me one scrap of clothing at a time and then admired me. Even though I was still self-conscious about certain parts of my body (who wasn’t?), but when he looked at me like this, those parts and flaws didn’t matter. In his eyes, I felt perfect.
Lucah tasted every nook and cranny of me. Behind my ears, my elbows, the ticklish place behind my knees. He worshipped every inch of me and by the time he smiled up at me in that special way, I was tingling and burning all over. I knew where he was going to go next, but it was my turn to pay homage to his magnificent form.
I put my hand on his chest and shook my head. He seemed confused, but I just crawled out from under him and pushed him back where I’d been lying.
“I want to taste you, too,” I said. I started at the bottom and worked my way up to his mouth, making sure to hit every freckle. He had a lot of them. I adored each and every one of them with my lips and my tongue.
Times like these made me feel like what was between us was more than love. It was as if we’d been created for each other. That he was the only one for me and I was the only one for him. I’d never believed one person was destined for another, but being like this made me believe in anything.
When I finally made it to the top of his head, I straddled him and then sank down so he was inside me. We moaned in unison and I put both hands on his chest as I moved my hips. He held onto me, but not too tight. This was about taking our time. Going slow. Enjoying the music our bodies made together.
I came three times and when he cried out my name, I folded over and lay on his chest.
“I’m so happy that you’re going to be my wife,” he said as he wrapped my hair around his fingers.
“I’m so happy that you’re going to be my husband.” The word still felt a little foreign on my tongue, but I liked saying it in connection with him. I liked knowing that I had legal claim on him. That our lives would be intertwined.
“Where are we going on our honeymoon?” I asked. Sometimes I tried to ask him when he was somewhat compromised, thinking that I could trick him into telling me.
He chuckled and I put my chin on his chest and looked up at him.
“Nice try, Sunshine. You’re not going to get it out of me. I want you to be surprised.” I pouted.
“I don’t like surprises.” He tugged at my hair a little.
“Learn to like them.”
“No,” I said, glaring at him. Sighing, he pushed my hair back.
“Well, I tried. But that’s not going to stop me from trying to surprise you every now and then.” I didn’t think it would. We were born stubborn. Our future children didn’t stand a chance.
There I went again. Babies. I shoved those thoughts from my mind and kissed his nipple ring.
“I’ll try to learn how to be less of a bitch about them,” I said.