Ten
Ryan
We lie on our backs, both panting and staring at the ceiling. Fuck that was amazing, I’m completely undone by her. I’ve never wanted a woman so much in my life. It’s killing me I only had one condom because I want to do that again.
It was apparent as soon as I started removing her clothes she was self-conscious about her body. She doesn’t need to be, not at all. She’s fucking gorgeous. Every inch of her.
Knowing it’s been a while for her might have triggered something in me. Not wanting to think of her with another man was how it came out but fuck, it meant that I could show her how good it can be. She wouldn’t be thinking about any other men once I was inside of her.
Sylvie looks breathtaking when she comes and all I want to do is keep that look on her face. She deserves to know that she is beautiful, desired and perfect.
To make her feel better about herself, I kept asking if it was okay, while showing her stopping would kill me. I would have, if she needed me to. Thank fuck she didn’t.
It’s hard to believe I walked away from her that day at the florist. I can’t imagine missing out on this. It must have been fate that I found her at the side of the road. That the tow trucks were all at the accident I’d just been at.
I roll over to face her. She has her eyes closed but there is a cute little smile on her lips. Her chest, neck and cheeks are flushed.
God, I love her tits. I want to bury my face in them. She should never hide them. Not from me at least. She turns her head to look at me.
“Are you alright?” I ask.
After a moment, she shakes herself, as if she was too busy admiring me to speak “I’m really fucking good.”
I can’t help but laugh. She doesn’t swear much, so hearing that is a pleasant surprise. I want her to feel fucking good.
“Me too,” I tell her.
And just because I can, I lean over and kiss her.
We make out on the bed like teenagers and although I’m hard as hell, we don’t have anymore condoms. I asked. She was very apologetic and said she’d get some. Her cheeks flushed a beautiful shade of pink when she said it.
“Oh don’t worry,” I kissed her nose. “We’re definitely doing that again.”
“Good,” she smiled.
“Can I take you out tomorrow, on a proper date?”
She nods shyly, but follows it up with a beautiful smile.
Laying back, I take her hand in mine. “What do I do when I pick you up?” I muse.
“What do you mean?”
“Usually a guy brings flowers to his date. What do you bring the woman who owns a florist?”
“Flowers,” she says.
“Really?”
“I work with them, I never receive them.”
“Okay,” I squeeze her hand. “Know any good florists.”
Sylvie laughs and I pull her into me, holding her close.
We’re almost drifting off when there is a sharp knocking from outside. I sit up. It’s nearly ten o’clock. I’d been hoping to spend the night because cuddling up to Sylvie is nice.
Who the hell is knocking at this time of night?
Sylvie blinks out of sleep too and looks at me sitting up.
“What?” she asks rubbing her eyes.
Another knock comes. “Are you expecting someone?” I ask with a frown.
Sylvie laughs.
“What?”
“Your face.”
“Who would it be at this time?”
“Lurch.”
“Huh? Are you kidding?”
“No,” she sits up.
She takes the sheet with her, wrapping it around her ass before I get to look at it. That leaves me uncovered though and when she turns to speak her eyes drop down my body. She bites her lip, and that makes my dick twitch.
“Unless you want me to go knock at your neighbors house to see if they have any condoms,” I grin.
Sylvie blushes again. I move fast though, getting up and grabbing my underwear. No way in hell I’m letting her go open the back door at this time of night. She may do it all the time but not when I’m here. I tell her to get back into bed and head down the hallway to the kitchen.
And there he is, when I pull the door back, his head craned up. I swear he looks like he’s wondering who the hell I am.
The tortoise steps inside and walks across the kitchen floor. I close and lock the door, leaning back on it to watch him as he makes his way down the hall.
Following, I can’t help but laugh as he gets into a small bed by the fireplace. He doesn’t spare me another glance. I’m forgotten as not important.
One thing is for sure, hanging out with Sylvie is going to be interesting.
We have breakfast together the following morning, then I ask if it’s okay to take a quick shower. It’s a very pleasant surprise when she asks to join me. There is no funny business but there are a lot of lingering touches and kisses as we wash one another.
She has to get to work, and I need to crack on with the house so we part ways at her car.
I remind her to get another tire and she salutes me. I like that little bit of sass.
“Shall I pick you up around six?” I ask her.
“Oh, sure that is fine.”
“Sylvie.”
“Yeah?”
“I’m glad our dates stood us up.”
Her lips pinch in a cute little embarrassed smile. “Me too.”
“It’ll be something to tell the grandkids.”
Her eyes widen. “Don’t get too carried away.”
I shrug, then lean in and kiss her. “I’ve got a good feeling,” I say against her smile. “We were meant to meet.”
A year later, to the day we had that perfectly imperfect date, I marry Sylvie, surrounded by our family and friends, and beautiful bouquets of flowers all around us. Of course they’re from Love in Bloom, where else would we get our flowers. Truck one eighty is waiting to drive us away, the perfect blend of both of us.
It’s only held up by Lurch, who proudly, but slowly, brings our rings down the aisle.