“We’ll go to that park tomorrow, if you want,” he finally said. “Check out a beach?”
It startled me, but I felt my face split into a beaming smile.
The band began to play Bob Marley’s No Woman No Cry and Tommy squeezed my hand and pulled me to standing, then led me to the dance floor.
I smiled through the whole song, taking in paradise around us, his strong arms wound around me. Twinkling stars. Water lapping at the sandy shore. Beautiful music. The alcohol in my blood making me feel warm and tingly.
When the song was over, he whispered in my ear, “Can we go?”
When we got back to our villa, he used the phone to call and talk to his brother. He was on so long, I fell asleep.
I was woken in the dead of night with him thrashing around in his sleep.
I put my hand to his chest, caressing where I knew, despite the dark, was the still semi-fresh tattoo of my name with my palm, and he let out a feral sound, a tortured sound of pain. I flicked the lamp on.
“Tommy?” I cupped his jaw. His eyes flew open. He looked bewildered, like he didn’t know where he was. He blinked twice at me, and then I guess I and the surroundings came into focus.
He grabbed for me, flipped me, and was then on top of me, hovering over me and tearing at the t-shirt of his that I wore.
He was frantic in his efforts to get me naked. I tried to help get the t-shirt off, but my arms got pinned.
“Don’t move,” he ordered, his voice gruff.
My panties got ripped down and then he was burying himself in me.
My body was totally unprepared, so it hurt like heck.
He kissed me like he was starving for me.
As his hands moved over my body reverently, my body adjusted, the pain transcending to something else, something good. Something--- for him. I had it to give and wanted to give it.
The light was still on, so I watched as he stared determinedly, directly into my eyes, with a look that would’ve frightened me if I hadn’t already spent this past few months with him, learning those expressions, knowing that this was fiercely possessive emotion he was feeling.
Whatever he had dreamt about had made him afraid and this was some sort of affirmation right here that it’d been just a dream. We were alive and together and he was going to revel in it.
I surrendered to a massive orgasm and got a second one as he chased his own.
“I love you,” I whispered and ran my fingers through his hair until he stopped me by grabbing my hand and putting my knuckles to his mouth, planting a tender kiss there.
“Was I too rough?” he asked.
I nodded. “A little. But, it’s okay.”
He kissed me again. “You’re perfect,” he whispered against my mouth, tenderly touching his lips to mine.
I was far from perfect, but really liked that he felt like I was perfect for him.
“What was your dream about?” I asked.
“Don’t.” His body stiffened. He turned out the lamp.
I gulped, and then whisper-sang, “Everything’s gonna be alright, everything’s gonna be alright.” Mimicking the song we’d danced to. I sang poorly, I had a terrible singing voice, but it still earned me an affectionate cuddle from him.
“Love you so much, baby girl.” He put his lips to my temple. “Be right back.”