He carries me into the bedroom and lays me down on the bed. He starts to lie down beside me, but I stop him. This time is different. It feels different. And I want to start things off with a bang. Pun intended.
I come up onto my knees and move to the edge of the bed. Smiling up into his eyes, I don’t say a word. I just set about untucking his shirt. Just like I was doing the first time we met. It takes only a few seconds for understanding to dawn on him. And I know the instant it does. His lips twitch and his brow rises, much like that first night, and he spreads his arms out, away from his body, also much like he did that first night.
I giggle as I stand up on the bed to peel his shirt off him and toss it aside. I can’t think of a more perfect way to start this new leg of our relationship. It’s almost like we’ve come full circle and we’re getting another chance. And if that’s the case, I plan to make the most of it.
Dropping back onto my knees, I place my mouth over one flat nipple, flicking it with my tongue until it forms a tight bud, then sucking it into my mouth. I hear him gasp.
“Even then, I knew you’d be a handful.”
I look up at him as I drag my lips down his stomach. My fingers are already working his zipper loose.
“Baby, you have no idea.”
I know by his smile that he’s happy. And that’s all that matters.