Page 47 of For The Days We Can't Forget

“We can always go again, you know?” I suggested cunningly, trying to set in stone another date with her. “Next time, we could try another thematic night.”

“Oh, Gay Trivia! Mia said it’s wonderful. We could also get another glimpse at Jimmy and Mark,” she giggled while rubbing her thumb over the back of my hand.

“Then it’s a date,” I said. “We could also go somewhere romantic as well, if you’d like.”

“We’ll have time for that. Maybe we should go to that fair at Saving Grace. I’ve heard there are a few attractions for kids, I’m sure Fee would love it. Or the Thermal Fountains in Gratitude. It’s a safe and fun place for her.”

I kissed her hand again, grateful for seeing her love for my child to the point of wanting to bring her on our dates, even if that included traveling to the towns nearby. I wanted to know what I did to deserve that woman, so I could do it again.

We neared her parents’ house, and I felt a pang in my heart that our night had to end. I wasn’t ready to say goodnight. It’d be hours until we could see each other again; it felt like too long.

“Don’t park there.”

“What?”

She squeezed my hand. “Turn on this street.” I gazed at her in question but did as she asked. “Keep on this route. Right before you reach the flower shop, you turn right.”

As she instructed me on where to drive to, the tension inside the car charged. I followed directions, and we didn’t say anything more, but the anticipation was there, filling the space around us.

When we reached a clearance going up a hill that surrounded Holy Water, I turned the engine off so we could admire the small town below that we called home.

The many lights below us brought a sense of serenity and belonging. Just like Ben, I wasn’t born in Holy Water. We followed Zach and Mia to that little gem for the company. I came for a job and ended up with a home, loyal friends, a peaceful place to raise my daughter, the support of a whole community, and a wonderful woman to warm my life.

I had the utmost gratitude for that place.

“It’s wonderful, isn’t it?” I could only nod in agreement at her soft words, suddenly at a loss for words. “If you look that way,” Lisa pointed to my left, “you can see the moon shining over the river that surrounds the town. Holy Water indeed.”

“Even though we’re above the town, it feels humbling,” I observed quietly, not wanting to disrupt the moment. It felt like a tribute of sorts. With the river to our left, a myriad of trees to our right, the hills at our back, and Holy Water below us, I couldn’t help feeling like we were part of something bigger, more powerful. That I got to share that moment with Lisa made it all more beautiful. I turned on my seat to admire her. “Thank you for bringing me here.”

She smiled and looked around. “We used to come here when we were kids. My parents brought me and Drew, and I loved it every time. We’d eat and sing, but sometimes we just stayed silent, respecting this place. We didn’t have big parties or bring friends here. Yet this place brings me some of my fondest memories of peace with my family. We came here to just...be. I wanted to start creating new memories here with you. And one day, with you and Fee.”

Overcome with the multitude of feelings I had for that woman, my breathing became heavy. As I stared into her honeyed eyes, I felt I was at home. And that was a heady acknowledgment.

Seamlessly, we brought our faces together, our noses touching tentatively. I poked my tongue out to taste her lips as she played with my hair. Our kiss started sweet, like a discovery. Whatever powerful force commanding that place shifted forward something in our relationship.

More than a kiss, it felt like we were branding ourselves with ember on each other’s lives. The point of no return.

The kiss escalated to a claim, a seal of our feelings. Our tongues danced together as our hands explored each other. I pushed my seat as far as it could go, and Lisa climbed onto my lap without any prompting. We were in tune with our desires and needs.

She straddled my legs in the confined space of my car and grinded against my erection, pulling a moan from both of us. I let my hands roam over her legs, traveling up her thighs and under her skirt, as she unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off my shoulders, not once breaking our kiss.

When we came up for air, she began to kiss my neck, going down to my chest to lick my nipples. Until that moment, I had no idea they could be so sensitive. Maybe it was the woman who made it all the more intense.

I pulled her top off and unhooked her bra to explore her smooth skin and the swell of her breasts. While she nibbled my neck, I played with her nipples between my fingers, making her rub her core with more gusto over me.

She unzipped my pants to touch my dick, which was ready to explode, and I had to take a deep breath to pull myself together. I lifted my hips enough to pull my pants down to my thighs and let her rub me up and down, using the bead of precum to slide her hands over my shaft. I resumed my exploration up her thighs and pulled her underwear to the side so I could explore her.

I ran my fingers from her entrance to her clit, marveling at how wet she was. As our moans fogged the windows, I slipped two digits inside her, making her buckle. I moved them back and forth, scissoring them while I played with her clit using my thumb.

“More,” she panted, “I need more, Danny.”

I inserted a third finger and increased the pace, all the while pressing my thumb over her bundle of nerves. I felt her squeeze my fingers and knew she was close.

While she kept rubbing my cock, driving me crazy, I leaned down the best I could, given our limited space, and took one of her nipples into my mouth, while I played with the other with my hand and kept fingering her pussy. She lost control beautifully over my lap, chanting my name as she came, making me feel powerful yet humble to be with such a vivacious and marvelous woman.

She touched my face with her free hand, pulling me into another searing kiss. “Make love to me.” I couldn’t have chosen better words.

That wasn’t fucking or some random lay to let off steam. We were making love. I pulled her hips closer and positioned herself over me. As she leaned down on my shaft, I hissed in pleasure, controlling my instinct not to embarrass myself.

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