“Bonus or not with the black lacey thing. I can’t stop thinking about how good it feels to be with you; when I make love to you it’s like I’m finally home,” I emphasized against her ear. Her body tightened with my words. I felt her begin to sway, almost like she’d gone weak in the knees. I felt her take a deep, exaggerated breath before she pulled away. I reached for her as she sat on the edge of the bed. But her eyes filled with the same tears she had when she came back to me.
“What’s wrong? What did I say? What did I do?” I repeated in a stutter as I dropped on my knees in front of her.
“Why would you say that?” Wilson asked in a low, somber tone. Her blonde hair swayed forward as she looked down at the floor.
“Say what?” I asked, confused by her question.
“That you’re finally home with me?”
“Wilson, you make me feel things way beyond myself. When I’m with you...nothing else matters,” I said as I lifted the hair out of her eyes and held her face between my hands.
“But Max, you’ve always had a home, and a family.”
“Yeah, but now that I have you…I feel I have someone who will protect my heart, love me through all the messed-up moments I’ve made and the perfect moments I’m ready to create…with you. Wilson, don’t you know you’re my forever girl?”
Oh, those powerful words coming out of me…I would never be able to tell you where they came from. Whether they were buried under all the pain of losing my father, or the dark places I crawled out of after Mallory, all I knew was that the love I felt for Wilson, the healing that takes place when I touch her skin, see her smile or taste her tears, is irrevocable.
“Did you just call me your forever girl?” Wilson asked in a delicate voice.
“Yeah, I did.”
Wilson pushed her lips to mine, letting her tongue flit across my upper lip before I opened my mouth and kissed her back like it was our first time. I rose to my feet, pushing her back onto my bed. My hands busied themselves finding the edge of her top. I wanted to feel her tight stomach against mine, her rigid nipples across my chest. I pulled her shirt up, sliding my hands across her ribs to unclip her bra, and slowly withdrew from her kiss. Standing above her, I pulled my t-shirt off as she took off her top and slipped out of her bra. I stood for a lingering minute, teasing her into laying there exposed to me. She folded her arms across her chest.
“What are you doing?” I whispered.
“Well, I’m just kinda cold,” she offered.
I pushed her arms off her chest. Her nipples were firm and her skin danced with chills as I lowered my mouth to her exposed stomach.
“Well, then let me help you,” I breathed as she lay there, waiting for my tongue to skate across her quivering flesh while my hair tickled and danced against her skin.
She moaned as I traced my mouth just below her navel, causing her hips to shift and rock beneath me. She threaded her fingers into my hair, pulling and pushing me with her hands as if she was confused on where she wanted me to be. Up far enough to kiss my way to her breasts, or down low enough to make her sway her body into euphoria? I pulled on the top button of her pants, trying to indicate where I wanted to go, but she encouraged my mouth to taste along her ribs, up across her waiting breast. I slid my body between her legs, wedging myself firmly enough to feel her thrust her hips up and down, dragging herself against me. She was excited and I could feel the exchange of heat between our legs. It was fucking hot. I couldn’t help myself, I wanted to drag my tongue down across her body and taste everything she was willing to give me.
Wilson’s stomach tightened and the sway of her hips stopped as she pushed back into the bed. I could tell she had something on her mind, and whatever it was wasn’t going to disappear or melt away with my tongue tracking her body or the push of my hips.
“What’s on your mind?” I breathed.
Her eyes, clear as the glare of the blue sky across the snow, narrowed. She dragged her fingers up the sides of my body and across my shoulders, causing me to shiver.
“I think we should go downstairs and make an appearance with your family before we lock ourselves up here for the night.”
I looked at the clock on my nightstand….4:45 p.m.
“If that’s what you want to do.”
“Yeah, I do. It’s been a very long day for everyone, and I think it’s the polite thing to do.”
“Okay, then we’ll do it,” I answered after I took a sizable recovery breath.
“I don’t want to disappoint your mother,” she whispered.
I kissed the tip of her nose and collected my t-shirt. She clasped her bra in between her breasts and slipped her top over her head. Nervously, she straightened herself up, and got ready to go downstairs. I adjusted the pressure in my jeans and pulled the door open. I hope this doesn’t take long.