Nothing Like the First Time(22)

I wasn't at work, so I offered to cook lasagne for dinner. He went home  to change and show his mother the new car. At 6 p.m. he arrived at mine  and I could see he was feeling better about everything by the look on  his face. He presented me with a bunch of purple calla lilies and as I  let him in, he picked me up and spun me around.

"I see someone has a spring in his step," I said and smiled at him as he leaned down for a kiss.

"I sure do," he said a moment before his lips came crashing down over mine.

The oven timer stopped us short and I couldn't help feeling a little annoyed that we had to eat.

Grey got some wine glasses from the cupboard. He poured me a glass of  wine and himself some juice, as he was still taking medication.

"Do you want to stay tonight?" I asked as I plated our meal.

"Sure." Grey practically beamed at me. He hadn't really stayed over much  since the accident because on the days I had shifts, he couldn't drive  himself home.

"Great!" I placed the meal on the table and lit the candles.

We talked about all manner of things over dinner. The one thing I still  didn't mention was the ring. What if I was wrong? What if he wanted to  surprise me? I didn't want to let on that I knew, he'd be so crushed.

As we cleaned up after dinner, Grey came to stand behind me as I washed  the dishes. He kissed down the side of my neck and I almost dropped the  dish I was washing. It had been a while since we'd been intimate-it  wasn't easy to be alone at his mother's house and he hadn't stayed over  at mine-so the thrill of his kisses was dizzying. I didn't stop what I  was doing, just wondered what his next move was likely to be. Thankfully  I didn't have to wait long to find out.

Grey's hands slipped gently down my sides and as his fingers brushed the  edge of my skirt, he slid one hand towards my panties. He made short  work of slipping them all the way off, a trail of goose bumps breaking  out over my flesh as he touched me. I turned and wrapped my wet hands  around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. With one hand fisted in his  hair and the other undoing his buttons, I pushed him back towards the  staircase. As we reached the bottom step, Grey turned and took my hand  in his, leading me up to my room.

We made our way to the bed and Grey reached to turn a bedside lamp on.

"I want to see you, Carls. I want to see every inch of your skin as I kiss every curve of your heavenly body."

I didn't reply, just kissed him harder, hungrier for him than I had realized.

Grey took his shirt off and threw it to the floor before lifting my  t-shirt up and over my head. I made a move to undo my bra but Grey beat  me to it. He unzipped my denim skirt and let it fall to the floor. There  I stood, naked, exposed, but I wasn't shy around the man of my dreams.

No words were spoken as I undid the button fly of his jeans and pulled them off, along with his boxers.

Grey reached behind me and pulled me to his muscular chest. I still  can't put into words how fabulous his body is. His chest and arms are  muscular and his legs are long, strong, and well-muscled. The one  feature I like most about him is the V shape of the pelvis. There's  something sensual about it, whether I'm just admiring how it looks, or  kissing my way along it.

A trail of light kisses along my jaw interrupted my thoughts.

I moved to lie on the bed, pulling Grey down, inviting him to stretch  his beautiful body next to mine. As we lay encircled in each other's  arms, Grey dipped his head so that his soft lips touched mine-there was a  feeling of electricity in the air, anticipation of what was to come.

Grey kept to his word about kissing every inch of my skin. When he had  made his way back to my lips, he whispered, "I love you," before pulling  me to the bottom of the bed. He lay me on my back, then proceeded to  kneel on the floor, the perfect height for what he had in mind. As he  licked at my already damp sex, he moaned, causing a shiver to run right  through me. That's when he inserted the first finger inside me, swirling  and teasing my G-spot before guiding a second finger inside.         

     



 

As his fingers moved and his tongue expertly teased me, his actions  elicited moans from me that began as a mere whimper-before long, turning  into louder cries for him not to stop. I could feel the sweet pressure  beginning to build inside me and I couldn't hold on to it for long  before I was coming like waves crashing against the shore.

Grey stood up, and before I had chance to say or do anything, he entered  me, moving slowly. He wrapped my legs around him and guided my hips  slightly higher so he could be deeper inside. Once he had a rhythm, both  of us were panting and moaning, climbing higher towards that ultimate  goal, coming together. Grey's eyes penetrated me as deeply as he did and  it was my undoing. Grey was right there with me, both of us giving  voice to our climax with incoherent words.

As we lay together afterwards, Grey wrapped himself around me from  behind and it wasn't long before his breathing evened out into sleep. I  smiled to myself as I lay there cocooned in his arms and his love. I  really couldn't be any luckier. Sure, we had been apart for many years  but the bond between us hadn't faded. He was still the Grey I had fallen  in love with, just a more mature version. We both knew what we wanted  now and that was to be happy together.







I slipped out of bed in the first morning light. I brushed my teeth and  put a comb through my hair. I slipped into a pair of leggings and an old  comfy t-shirt and made my way to the kitchen. The plan was to surprise  Grey with breakfast in bed.

With a veritable feast piled onto two plates, I re-entered the bedroom,  placed the tray on the sideboard and slipped into bed to kiss my man  awake. He wrapped me in his arms before moving back slightly and opening  his eyes to look me up and down. Obviously disappointed I was dressed,  he gave me a sad face and refused to speak until I pointed out  breakfast.

As we ate, Grey murmured his appreciation for the food and slowly seemed  to forgive me for being up and dressed when he obviously had other  plans in mind.

After my second cup of coffee, I realized I had a piece due for the  paper the next day and it wasn't quite finished. Grey was happy to sit  next to me on the sofa as I pulled out my laptop and began to put the  finishing touches to my article.

"You know, you never did accept my friend request," he said as he cleared the breakfast things away and loaded the dishwasher.

"Didn't I?"

"No. I was hoping to show you some of the places I'd been and things I'd taken photos of."

"I'll accept it now and have a look on your profile."

"Sure, let me put the dishes on to wash and I'll come and talk you through some of the things I photographed."

I took a break from my article and went to accept his request. I was  excited at the prospect of seeing where he had been over the years.

After showing me photos of everything from Machu Picchu to the Great  Wall of China, Grey made us a coffee and continued talking excitedly  about his travels.

"I was amazed at some of the sights I got to witness, Carls, but I  always felt like part of me was missing," Grey said, carrying two cups  of coffee into the living room.

"I know what you mean."

"No, you don't, Carls. You couldn't possibly comprehend how I felt. I  was seeing the most amazing things in the world. I should have been  happy, but instead, all I felt was hollow. I wanted the woman I love by  my side to share in the happiness I should have felt."

"I couldn't comprehend? No, I couldn't because it couldn't possibly have  felt the same for me, could it?" I asked, a little outraged.

"No. You may have missed me, but you got on with your life. I may have had a life but it was left unfulfilled."

"Grey, I don't even want to get into this with you right now but you  should know that I got on with my life because you left. You left me, so  don't blame me for how your life turned out. You went to amazing places  and did amazing things. You chose that, not me. As for getting on with  my life, I have never had a relationship for longer than a few weeks  here and there. I was empty, I couldn't love someone when I hadn't  stopped loving you." I was at boiling point and was about to blow my  top.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have put it like that. Please forgive me for  being insensitive. I know you were hurting too, but when I was gone, I  had no idea what was going on with you and I felt empty. Yes, I did it  to us, I left, but that doesn't mean I didn't have a right to hurt,  too."

"Grey, we both hurt, and we both had to make the best of the life we  had. My feelings don't matter less than yours, and that's pretty much  how you're making me feel-like my feelings are inconsequential. I don't  want to talk about this anymore, can we please drop it?"         

     



 

He wrapped his arms around me and I snuggled into his chest. A couple of  tears silently fell down my face and I quickly wiped them away.

We stayed cuddled up on the sofa for a while, not saying anything to each other.