by Nella Tyler
The ride home was pleasant and easy.
I was amazed at how simple it was to start a conversation or sit in silence. Either way, once we were together for a few hours, our comfort level settled to a height I was unfamiliar with.
The only other person I could sit in silence with was Garrett, and that was generally only because he did something stupid and I had nothing to say to him.
However, with Mazie, it was different, and I reveled in that difference until we arrived back at Mazie’s house.
I pulled in the driveway and put the car in park.
Mazie was already unbuckling her seatbelt, so I hurried to open the door for her.
She laughed at my efforts, yelling for me to be careful and that she would be fine, but of course, I didn’t listen to a word she said.
Instead, I focused on getting to the door.
It had snowed here, and the ground had frozen over, making the driveway dangerously slick. In my hurry, I nearly fell flat on my ass but caught myself and chuckled.
“I told you!” Mazie scolded playfully, “You’re going to kill yourself on this ice, and I can’t afford to be sued.”
“Aww come on, you know I wouldn’t do that,” I teased, “My father on the other hand…”
She shook her head as she grabbed my hand and I helped to lift her out of the car.
Laughing, Mazie took off for the front door, and I followed suit. However, only a few steps later, Mazie’s foot slipped, and she barreled onto the icy ground. Even though I was certain she hadn’t seriously injured herself, I felt my heart do a backflip in my chest and my stomach somersaulted.
“Oh my God!” I exclaimed, rushing to her side as quickly as I could, “Mazie, are you alright?”
“Yeah,” she grumbled, obviously more embarrassed than hurt. She shook her head and tried to wave my hand away, but I wouldn’t be deterred.
Before she could stop me, I scooped her up into my arms and carried her the rest of the way into the house. As she clung to me, I felt her body press easily against my own while her scent wafted in my direction.
I couldn’t help but feel a tingling of excitement. She was so close, and I knew I wanted her. She was so perfect and even though it seemed as though we got along extremely well, better even than when we were children, it was hard to imagine that she felt the same way about me.
Still, the giggle and the tightness with which she clung to me as I carried her across her yard and through the threshold of her house, helped to assuage my fears.
Once we were inside, I walked across the span of her living room and eased her down, carefully, onto the couch.
Mazie grinned playfully at me as I started to check for any bumps or bruises.
“Are you okay?” I asked, serious at first, wanting to ensure that no harm had come to her. When she answered me with sincerity, however, my mind eased into more lustful thoughts.
“Yes, Dexter, I’m fine,” she answered, almost indignantly, but stopped short as I ran my fingers up her soft, silky legs, eventually convening my hands around her knee.
“Does this hurt?” I asked as I shot her a sensual expression before purposefully dipping my head down to press my lips gently against her knee.
Her giddy reaction told me that she enjoyed what I was doing and so, I slowly inched my hands up her leg before kissing it again.
“How about this?” I teased before intermingling kisses with questions as I slowly eased up her front before finally, I was pressing up against her, my chest bearing down on hers and my arms surrounding her as our lips finally met.
Mazie
I felt him strip off my clothes in a hurried fashion, his lips only parting from mine long enough to relieve the sweater from my bodice.
I moaned and arched my back as he slid the material off me, as my breasts yearned to connect with the warmth of his body.
I giggled as my breasts tingled, while my nipples hardened with anticipation, even though he was still wearing a shirt.
Once I was fully naked, I felt his arms surround me as he pulled me close to him. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his middle and allowed him to pull me off the couch.
It amazed me how easy it seemed to be for him to scoop me up and move me wherever he pleased.
After moving toward the hallway, he pressed me easily against a wall, using the moment to caress my body and kiss my lips.
Feeling the chill of the wall press into my back and shoulders, I was reminded of how heated my body had already become. I was a furnace, awaiting Dexter’s fuel.
I felt as though I needed him to survive. My last breath, it seemed, lay in his kiss and my security was only completely secured when I was in his arms.
With my legs still wrapped around him and my womanliness already pulsing with need and anticipation, I ground myself up against him, trying to tease his manhood.
I could feel him against me and that only heightened my excitement. I couldn’t wait for him to be inside me again.
It wasn’t until this moment that I truly realized the extent to which I had missed him.
I laughed as he spun me around, propelling us in the direction of the bedroom.
By now, I had completely forgotten everything except for the promise of what awaited me in only a few steps.
When we finally made it to the bedroom, Dexter lay me down on the bed, backed away, and tore off his shirt, almost in one, fluid motion.
After his shirt, he disrobed himself of his pants, leaving him completely naked, before returning to my wanting body.
The moment his heated flesh pressed against mine, I felt a moist eruption of emotion saturate the inside of my thighs.
I moaned, feeling my body quiver against his touch as my heart beat faster with intense anticipation. I was excited to feel him, touch him, and accept him inside of me. I could hardly contain the swell of emotion that coursed through me.
As I groaned, Dexter’s eyes became ravenous. It seemed as though his body sensed the advancement of my arousal and couldn’t wait to act on it. Slowly, but with purpose, Dexter’s lips trailed off mine and trailed down the middle of my bosom, while his hands coursed down either side of me. When he reached my thighs, however, his hands dove between my legs.
When I gasped and writhed with excitement, his eyes rose to meet mine. Once his gaze caught my eyes, a purposeful grin crossed his lips as his fingers rubbed the physical strength of my passion.
“Oh God…” I exclaimed, feeling his hands spread my legs apart while his head dipped between them.
As he buried his head in my womanly warmth, I felt the slight coarseness of his beard against my skin, tickling it playfully.
Again, the sensation provided me with a wash of fresh moisture, wetted more by the stroke of Dexter’s tongue, penetrating my molten core.
Instantly, my body squirmed, unable to decipher how to react to this new sensation.
Feeling his mouth caressing my most sacred place was enthralling. His tongue, penetrating the center of my flower and interjecting into my seizing center was wondrous. Within a matter of moments, I felt my thighs instinctively close around him, willing him to delve even more profoundly into the depths of my femininity.
However, his strong, virile, slightly calloused palms slid up my thighs and around, keeping me completely vulnerable to his ravenous will.
He groaned, and I arched my back, propping myself up on my elbows as I reacted in kind to his generous foreplay.
“Oh…oh…” I moaned, closing my eyes as my body pulsed around him. His tongue swirled easily as his hands slid up to the apex of my legs. As his thumbs stroked the nest of downy curls, I called out again, my body tightening.
He chuckled at my reaction, and the vibration reverberated through my core, intensely adding to my amorous intoxication.
From the rapidness of my heartbeat, coinciding with the pumping of my loins, I was sure if he continued to move in such a sensual way, I would explode before he had the chance to give me what I really wanted.
So, in an effort to prolong my excitement and continue our lovemaking, I grasped at him and pushed his head back.
“Dexter…” I called softly, my voice waning from arousal and excitement.
When his eyes met mine, there was a possessive, intense nature about his expression, but when he realized why I had stopped him, a crooked grin crossed his features, and he swiftly repositioned himself.
In the matter of a moment, his lean, muscular body was consuming me again, while his own arousal stroked my already wetted womanly sheath.
The sensation of his phallus so close to me, teasing me unmercifully, caused my heart to beat faster and my breaths to become more rampant.
I moaned as I stared back at him, my hands running down the sides of his face as his eyes pierced into me.
Dramatically, he teased me again, ensuring that he could press himself against the extent of me, flicking my most sensitive area, so that I once again wriggled with an intense stab of wild emotion.
He grasped my arms and held me close to him before rearing back and repositioning one final time so that he could finally give me what I yearned for.
Easily and methodically, he entered me, slowly at first. However, his intentions soon took over. He delved deeply into me.
I gasped with surprise and supreme satisfaction.
Having had the first mind-blowing sexual encounter, Dexter already knew exactly what I liked, and he used to that his advantage immediately.
Dexter moved with a sense of perfection that coursed through me in the form of sexual gratification unlike anything I had ever experienced before.
Even before the climax, I was transported to another level of consciousness that transcended any emotion or sensation I had ever felt before.
This, I decided as our lovemaking rhythm hastened, was exactly what it felt like to be completely and irrevocably in love.
This was more than just sex, more than just passion. This feeling, the two of us, bound in such deep, intimate throes of unyielding passion, was too astronomical to be simply the result of a chemical catalyst.
No. The experience that locked us both, body and eyes, could only be the undeniable reckoning of souls coming together as one; two lovers transforming into one solid entity; the unbreakable bond that was shared between two people since the start of time itself.
I was never such a romantic; though my profession often reinforced the existence of a true love I never actually believed in until now. There was no other remotely accurate way to describe it.
Thus, as the two of us came together in the most iconic way imaginable, filling one another, body and soul, with euphoric bliss, I wished with all my heart that this moment didn’t have to end.
Oh, my God. That was amazing! I decided quickly, sure that this time was better than the last.
I closed my eyes and allowed my head to drift deeper into the pillow. However, I stopped short as my eyes popped opened.
Now that I had had my fun, it was as though the clock struck midnight, returning my guilt and anguish over my stupid slip of the tongue.
I tried to ignore the ache in my stomach, but I couldn’t.
It didn’t take long for me to be sure that there was no escaping it.
You have to tell him! I thought. The longer you wait, the worse it will be.
I swallowed hard, and I knew immediately that Dexter noticed. He turned toward me slightly, propping his head up on his elbow, showcasing his rich, tight, winding muscles.
“Hey…are you okay?”
“Yeah…” I lied, which only made me feel worse. So, I dropped my eyes and ran my finger along the sheet before I amended my statement, “Well, no. I’m not alright…”
“Please, God, don’t say you feel guilty,” Dexter replied urgently, in a manner that made me feel almost as if that was it. At least that, from his reaction, I had a good idea that I would find nothing but comfort from him.
With what was bothering me, I had a feeling I wouldn’t be so lucky.
“No…it’s not that,” I grinned in a nervous manner, trying to subconsciously prolong the sensation of intimacy and fervor that I currently felt, fearing what might come next.
“What’s wrong?” he inquired, sounding genuinely concerned. With his brow furrowed, he looked odd. Concern didn’t suit him, I decided, but I was sure I would prefer it to the reaction I was about to encounter.
“I…um…I accidentally told my father…about the deal.”
“Why would you do that?” he hissed curtly, letting me know that his anger was building. “What the hell?”
“Dex…I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to,” I insisted, “It slipped out, but I think I covered our bases.”
“Yeah, maybe for now. I thought we were supposed to be keeping this relationship under wraps?” His condemnation made me feel sick.
“I know, I’m sorry, but I lied. I didn’t tell him we were together!”
“Fine, but how long do you think it’s gonna be until he figures it out? You can’t keep knowing these kinds of things randomly and not expect someone to get curious,” he narrowed his eyes further and pushed himself away from me. “I mean, you suck at lying anyway. Apparently I can’t trust you to keep a secret for me either.”
As he scolded me, he thrust himself out of bed.
“Dexter, where are you going?” I demanded, trying to fight the tears I felt burning at the corners of my eyes.
“Home,” he grumbled as he yanked on his pants.
“You can trust me, Dex…I promise I won’t say anything else. Dexter, please, don’t go.”
However, instead of even contemplating negotiation, he continued to get dressed.
“It doesn’t matter. I don’t care if you say anything else because you’ve already basically said the one thing we agreed we would keep a secret.”
“That’s not fair!” I exclaimed in outrage, now sitting all the way up and glowering at him.
“Yeah, well I don’t care what’s fair or not because I trusted you and you let me down.”
“Oh, for God’s sake, Dexter! Don’t you dare give me that!”
“Give you what? The truth?” he demanded brutally as he threw on his shirt. “You know what, I’m not even all that upset about that. I understand, things happen, but I’m upset because that was my news to tell. You know how important it is for me to try and salvage a relationship with my father. I figured this would be the chance I’ve been waiting for but instead, he can now talk to your father about the deal, bypassing me!”
“You’re the one who waited a couple of days to tell your father, I assumed my father already knew! You forget, word gets around fast in that office, Dexter and you know that if anyone in that office knew, your father knew…”
“That still wasn’t your news to tell. You don’t even work in the damn office! You’ve spent your entire life trying to convince people that you are different, that you are meant for greater things than becoming a paper pusher, but you’re always ready to spew some gossip.”
He huffed as his face flushed.
I had to admit, even though I didn’t intend to make him angry, it wasn’t an unpleasant sight. His skin was heated and his eyes were sharp, almost dangerous. Yet, there was nothing threatening about him; at least not to me.
Although, being that this was the first time I had ever seen him angry, I couldn’t be sure how he would maintain the composure that I felt he was keeping. Yet, I wasn’t concerned.
I remained silent for a long moment hoping that somehow, my reservation would show how truly contrite I was.
“I understand how you could feel that way,” I began, trying to keep the conversation at an even keel, but he immediately cut me off.
“Oh, you do?” he snapped, “I’m so glad.”
“Yes, I do understand, and I am very sorry,” I responded earnestly as he yanked on his pants and shoved his feet into his shoes.
“You know what?” he demanded, turning around briskly and glowering at me with ire-filled eye
s, “I don’t care what you have to say right now. Just…just leave me alone.”
“Dexter, come on! You know it was an accident, and I understand that this was your news to tell, but I thought you had told it…considering how important it was…”
“Yeah, well I didn’t. Instead, I chose to tell you. I decided to entrust that news to you, but now, I can see that was a big mistake,” he scoffed before turning around and storming out of my room.
At first, I sat there, with the covers curled up around my naked form, glaring back at him in disbelief but when he finally stomped through the doorway, I called to him.
“Dex, come on! Let’s talk about this! I said I was sorry…Dexter, come back!”
Although I called for him, his footsteps never wavered, and after I mentally followed him through the house, I heard the front door open and slam shut almost immediately after.
“Shit…” I muttered, falling back onto the bed and trying not to let the tears start to stream down my face. I knew then that I had completely fucked up the perfect night and I had no idea what I could do to make it right.
Dexter
The next morning, within moments of waking up, I realized that I was still thinking about the night before.
However, I wasn’t reveling in the bliss that the passionate evening Mazie and I had shared together. I wasn’t pleased and content with having opened up to her, and I certainly wasn’t happy with Mazie.
Instead, I was reeling with ire. The only thought in my mind was that of the knowledge I had lost my opportunity to tell my father about the deal.
“Fuck!” I grumbled as I looked at the clock and instantly tore myself out of bed.
As if today wasn’t already shitty enough, my alarm had decided not to go off, which left me with only minutes before getting to the office.
If I was able to stroll in with news that was pivotal to my career, the misdemeanor of tardiness could be forgiven. However, when I was already coming in with news only I was supposed to know, yet somehow got spilled to the whole damn company, I had nothing to shield me from being read the riot act.
