These words tumble out of my mouth like a woman held captive by frustration, guilt, and fear, a girl held way too long against her will.I’m ready to give in and surrender in a warm rooftop garden surrounded by fragrance and beauty of every color, on a bitter cold November night.The stars are bright above and around me, and the man of my dreams makes love to me like we are the only two people in this world.I let him in without hesitation, fear, or guilt; we are joined together as one.I am the center of his universe with every pull, push, lick and taste; every touch, feel, thrust, cry of passion, and explosion of hot, flowing heat.I am his.This is truly my first time.
When it’s over, we sit at the table with me in his lap, wrapped in a blanket.He feeds me, and I feed him.We drink from the same glass.We talk and we laugh.Later, he lifts me up in his arms and carries me to his bed.We touch, kiss, and explore with our hands and mouths for hours, in complete darkness, only the sounds of sighs and moans of two lovers in perfect harmony.
This is the happiest I haveever been.I don’t want to leave.I know it’s almost time for me to go.We lie facing each other on his bed.Nick’s leg between mine, mine over his, the sheet wrapped around us.Our hands intertwined, his head is on his arm.He looks at me and brings our joined hands to his lips kissing my fingers.
“Stay with me.Don’t leave tonight.”
“I can’t.I didn’t tell anyone I wasn’t coming home.I didn’t even tell them I was going out.”
“Are you going to make me beg?”
“Maybe; I’ve never heard you beg before.And as a matter of fact, you’ve made me beg more than once today.Turnabout is fair play.”
“I will for you.If it will get you to stay.Stay.”
“Only you can make begging sound like a demand.”
He moves the sheet down to my waist, bending his head to take my nipple into his mouth, and my hand goes to the back of his head rolling me on my back.
“Say you’ll stay.Please.”
I arch my back off the bed, my fingers fisted into his hair.He moans, and I moan back.His hand crawls up my leg.
“Ni-ick.”
“Say yes.”
I say the only word I’m able to say with his mouth on me and his hand in me.
“Yes.”
I send a text, telling my parents I’m spending the night at a friend’s house.I spend what is left of the night in Nick’s arms, tired and blissfully satisfied.
I wake up with a bright stream of light in my face by myself in his huge bed.I didn’t notice how big it was last night.I didn’t notice much of anything last night.Now that I’m thinking about all of it I’m smiling from ear to ear.I put my hands over my eyes and shake my head, God, it was good.I want to replay it over and over and over again in my head.
“Hey, you.”
Nick strolls into the room in a pair of jeans and a sleeveless T-shirt.Why does he always look so good in the morning?I probably look like a roughed up mess.
“Hey, you.”I self-consciously run my hands over my hair to smooth it down.
“Did you sleep well?”
“I slept so good I didn’t hear you get out of bed, take a shower, dress and eat breakfast, leaving me all alone in bed looking a hot mess.”
He plops down next to me and kisses me on the forehead.“Don’t worry about it.I forgive you for not looking your absolute best for me at all times.”
“You jerk!You should totally come in here with breakfast on a tray made especially for me.”
“I’m sorry, I must have left my manners in bed with you, when you begged me to let you stay last night.”
“What!”He tries to kiss me, and I put my hand over his mouth and push him away.“Don’t even try to kiss me.”He playfully bites my hand, pins me to the bed, and kisses me anyway.
“You were so cute, curled up in my bed sound asleep, that I didn’t want to wake you up.I decided to make a few phone calls before you got up; that way I can spend the rest of the day giving you my undivided attention.”
He rubs his unshaven face against my cheek, and I make a face at the rough stubble scraping my skin.“Well, I’m up now and I’m hungry—are you going to feed me or what?”
“I have a gourmet breakfast waiting for you in the kitchen, madam.Toothbrush and anything else you need are in the linen closet in the bathroom.”