One #3
“I left Mac and Bain getting drunk. The guard is still posted, so if they get so drunk they try to do something stupid, they can’t do anything too stupid. So the answer to your question is yes…I guess.”
He then walked into the closet.
I sat on the bench to watch him change into his pajama bottoms, and while I did, I enjoyed the show.
Once he was ready for bed, I announced, “I think there’s something bigger at play here.”
“There is,” he confirmed.
But he didn’t share further.
He came to me, took my hand, pulled me up and summoned the lights to extinguish.
He then guided me into the bedroom, to my side of the bed.
While we were still standing together at the side of the bed, he beckoned for the light to extinguish there too.
“Tanyn,” I called.
Because…this was weird.
And we had a variety of things to talk about.
He didn’t respond to my call.
Not verbally.
He put his hands to either side of my head, threaded his fingers in my hair, then slid them through it, all the way down to the ends.
He did this again.
And again.
As he did, his demeanor finally hit me.
There was something…different about him.
Before I could get a lock on it, or ask about it, he kissed me.
There was something different about that too.
Different.
Revealing.
Extraordinary.
I fell into his mood as naturally as the sun set to reveal night.
He leaned into me, and we tumbled to the bed, and once we got there, that was different too.
The way he touched me. The way his lips skimmed my skin. The way his nose inhaled my scent. The way his energy hummed, calling to mine.
This wasn’t angry sex. Or wrestling sex. Or end-of-night sex.
This wasn’t fucking.
This wasn’t connection.
This was something deeper.
More profound.
And I was entranced by it.
Eventually, he kissed his way down my chest, my belly. He spread my legs and shoved up my nightgown, then his mouth closed over my panties between my legs.
I’d never felt anything so exquisite.
I arched into him, and he tongued the silk, the tease so beautiful, I was whimpering for more and clenching his hair in my fists.
He moved away only far enough to tug my panties down my legs, then he went back in.
This wasn’t eating me. It wasn’t ravenous.
It was worshipful.
Loving.
The effect was remarkable. Soul changing.
He took me close then kissed his way back up, but he didn’t take my mouth.
He worked my neck as he cupped me warmly between my legs.
And he let me roll him.
I did much the same with the kissing down the chest and stomach thing.
But when I got to the waistband of his pajamas, I simply trailed my lips along it, then pulled it down to free his cock.
It sprang up proudly, slapping against his belly.
I sat up and moved astride him, taking his cock in hand, positioning it.
Tanyn sat up too, winding his arms around me.
I glided down, slowly, taking him.
I rode him briefly, held in his arms, his mouth on my neck, mine on his, before he twisted us so I was on my back, and he was moving languidly inside me.
He didn’t kiss me.
His mouth was at my ear, mine at his, and I heard his exertion, his excitement, his life breath wisping against my skin, and all of these felt like gifts.
Precious treasure.
It was unhurried. It took a long time. But naturally, it built and then built higher.
And higher.
“Tanny,” I breathed when I was on the precipice.
He took my mouth then, and I moaned my orgasm down his throat, at the same exact time he groaned his down mine.
He did not glide afterward, like he usually did.
He stayed seated to the hilt.
He also didn’t take his weight from me (well, he did take some of it, but not as much as he normally did).
We were pressed tight, joined.
We were one.
It took some time, but finally, he gently slid out, and I knew by the press on my hip he gave me that he wanted me to stay where I was.
As such, this time it was Tanyn who went to get a cloth to clean between my legs. He also took it back.
And when he returned to me, he enveloped me in his arms and that was different too.
Better.
No.
Best.
But he still didn’t say anything.
I didn’t either.
My feeling was, he was in the moment.
But me?
I was scared.
And happy.
Lost.
And found.
Desolate.
And hopeful.
Because I knew my life as it was, was at its end.
My life as it would be—until the completion of it—started that night, with Tanyn making love to me.
I knew this because I’d done something.
Something that changed us.
Something that changed him.
I just didn’t know what that something was.
I knew from the minute we met that he wanted me. Not long later, he made that perfectly clear. He reiterated it frequently in between times. And he’d freely admitted he was falling in love with me.
But now, I knew he was done falling.
He was in love.
In love with me.
Though it was more.
So much more.
It was in the way he was holding me right then.
I felt loved. Adored. Treasured. Cherished. Cosseted.
I’d earned that.
Me.
But even that was more.
We might not be fated, but that didn’t mean destiny still didn’t put us right there, together, in his bed, tangled, two making one.
Oh yes, this made me terrified.
And utterly elated.