From this Moment
       
 

“I’ve seen that look before, that night on the docks when you thought I was going to kill you,” I say, my heart breaking as I see the fear in her eyes. After all this time, I had hoped we were past the pain and mistrust.

“I’m not afraid of you,” she says, forcing my eyes to meet hers. Her hand gently brushes mine before traveling up to caress my face. “I haven’t been afraid of you for a very, very long time.”

“You sure?” I ask slowly. I have wanted her to feel something, anything for me for so long that I can hardly accept her gesture of, dare I say love. I search her eyes, looking for any hint of deception before I let myself believe this is really happening.

Her reassuring nod breaks the dam of my heart and I believe her, my heart filling with hope. I reach up slowly, placing my hand along the soft skin of her face and after searching her eyes for hesitation, I pull her into a kiss.

I have kissed Michelle many times, but this one is different. Sure, she kissed me back on our wedding day, but this time, I really believe she wants this. There is no one here to impress, to make a show for. This is only for us, husband and wife. The kiss is soft and gentle, our mouths lovingly aquatinting themselves for what may as well be the first time.

“I wish we could start over again,” I whisper, my head resting against hers.

“Me too, Oh, me too,” she whispers in return, placing a soft kiss on my forehead. “But right now, I just need you to be safe and I don’t know why, I don’t know why I feel like this, but I feel like you’re safe with me. Maybe I just want to, maybe I just want to believe it, but I do.

“Yeah, I believe it too, I do,” I whisper reverently before leaning in for another kiss. I have dreamed of this moment for so long, of being able to drink from the nectar of Michelle’s sweet lips at my will. I have spent so much of my time protecting her, loving her, that this feels like the most natural place of earth to be.

A memory suddenly jolts through me and I reluctantly pull away, “Oh God, I remember something.”

“What?” she asks anxiously.

“I think I know why I came back,” I tell her, my mind racing in an attempt to hang on to the pieces of my memory floating through my head. I reach up, placing my hands on either side of her face. “I think I know why I turned my car around. I… I was speeding my car because I had to get back to you.”

“Yes…God, I knew you’d remember this,” she says thankfully, her hands making their way up to my face. “I knew.”

She leans in for another kiss and I willingly comply. I will never get tired of being with this woman, even it this is all I ever get. When the kiss ends, she gets up from the bed and paces for a moment. I can tell she is deep in thought as she processes the information. “I knew it, I knew that you were coming back for me,” she says with a smile, making her way over to the bed.

“Michelle, you were the only thing on my mind.” You’re always on my mind.

She leans in and kisses me passionately, my hands going up to her neck to pull her closer. WE pull apart moments later, breathlessly looking into each other’s eyes. I see passion and desire swirling in the depths of hers and I wonder where we go from here. I’m determined not to make the first move. I have been burned too many times and I need her to show me that she wants to take this further.

I look at her lovingly, willing her to give me some sort of sign. She gazes into my eyes for a moment, before her eyes leave my face to travel lower, focusing on my chest. “I want you,” she whispers.

Her hands slowly rise to my top button, nervously fumbling as she attempts to remove it from its small slot. I raise mine up to assist her, our hands undoing the buttons of my shirt one by one. She breaks her hands from mine, pulling my shirt from my pants.

I reach out and place two fingers under her chin, raising her shy eyes up to meet mine. She smiles slightly, her breathing labored as she reaches out to push both my leather jacket and shirt from my shoulders. I lean forward to help her, my chest bare as she discards the obtrusive clothing onto the floor.

I reach out and pull her to me for a languid kiss, wanting her more than I ever thought possible. This is like a dream, one that I never want to wake up from.

When we break apart, I reach down to the hem of her shirt, my hands resting at her waist as I search her face for some sort of permission. When I see her slight nod, I place my hands on the smooth skin of her stomach, raising her shirt inch by inch to reveal her firm stomach. She raises her arms to help me in my task and her shirt quickly joins mine on the wooden floor. I take in the beauty of her form, covered only by her pink lace bra. She reaches behind her back, removing her the barrier and tossing it to the side.

My hand reaches out to her, slowly approaching her supple breast as if it’s a forbidden fruit. My thumb grazes her hardened nipple as my fingers begin to massage her. “God you’re beautiful,” I say honestly, looking into her dark eyes.

I lean my head down, taking her other breast into my mouth and sucking greedily. I feel like I am alive for the first time, everything seems so new and amazing.

She moans softly, encouraging me to add to my sensual assault. I move my mouth to her other breast, ravishing it with the same attention that the other received. My free hand reaches down between us, to her thigh, pushing the offending material of her skirt up toward her waist.

She runs her hands through my curls, pulling up my head to meet her in a kiss. She leans back on the bed, pulling me to lie along side of her. “I can’t believe this is finally happening,” I tell her softly.

“I was so tired of pretending I didn’t want this,” she responds, her hands pressing against my chest.

I reach down and unzip her skirt, sliding it down her creamy legs so that her satin underwear is the only remaining remnant of her clothing. I hook my fingers under the sides of them and slide them down as well, my breathe heavy and labored as I see revel in the perfectness of every inch of her body.

She reaches out, trying to undo the buckle of my belt and I stand from the bed, removing my pants and kicking them to the side. I step out of my boxers next, the last barrier between us.

I lay back down beside her, our hands reaching out and exploring every inch of each other’s bodies. This is all so new, so wonderful that I can barely control myself. One part of me is telling me to ravish her right now, the other part is telling me to take it slow, to savor the moment.

She reaches out shyly and takes my length in her hand, slowly rubbing up and down, threatening to undo me before we even begin. I can’t take much more, so I gently remove her hand, sliding down her body to begin giving her pleasure to match.

I place a kiss on the ridge of her stomach, following it with a trail down to her femininity. I trail my fingers up her thigh, rubbing them back and forth across her swollen nub as she writhes in pleasure. I slide one finger inside, testing her wetness as I prepare to make us one.

When I am sure that she is ready for me, I perch myself over her, allowing my erection to press into her thigh. She wiggles in anticipation, urging me to enter her softness. I slowly begin to guide myself inside, allowing her to acclimate to the feeling of having me inside her before I move any further.

I can’t even begin to describe the beauty of our union. As many times as I dreamed of this, never was it this perfect, feel this right.

She rocks her hips, pushing me to begin to thrust inside of her. Our lips meet in a fiery kiss, our tongues dueling in an ancient dance as our bodies move together.

We scream each other’s names, over and over as we complete each other. I can feel release building and I can tell by the shuddering of her hips that she is close as well. I begin to push into her further, my hardness going so far into her that I can’t tell where I stop and she begins. My body shakes and I find my release, a powerful orgasm ripping through me, made all the more powerful by the feeling of Michelle’s walls contracting around me. My seed shoots into her and I muffle her scream with my mouth. I have never imagined anything could feel so glorious and as I come down and fall against her chest, I’m struck with the realization that nothing is ever going to be the same.

She smiles at me, a lazy content smile that belies the passion of only minutes ago. “Hey,” I whisper in her ear as I hold her tightly against my chest.

“Hey,” she answers, her hand making it’s way to my forehead and brushing the edges of my bandage. “Are you okay?”

“I am now,” I grin, kissing her ear.

“I’m serious,” she says, playfully slapping my arm.

“I am too,” I say seriously. I take a deep breath before adding, “I love you.”

“I love you too. I don’t know when it happened, or how, but I do. More than I ever thought I could love anyone.”

I smile, my heart finally feeling whole for the first time since my father died. “I never thought I’d hear you say that.”

She lays her head against my chest. “Me either, but you know what? I couldn’t be happier. Promise me we’ll always be like this.”

“That is one promise, I know I can keep,” I answer as we drift off into the deepest, most peaceful sleep of our lives.

THE END