Get There: (Originally Published in the Print Anthology a RED HOT VALENTINE'S DAY)

by Megan Hart

  Ty bent his head to press against her shoulder, his breath caressing her breasts and nipples, still sticky from the champagne. Edie, her fist gripping his penis tightly at the base, eased him in almost the entire way. This time she didn’t urge him to pull out. They stayed that way for a moment, both breathing hard.

  “I love you, Ty,” she whispered against the side of his face.

  “I love you, babe. Missed you so much.” Ty shifted his hips, pushing, and Edie released his cock so he could fill her.

  Ty didn’t move right away, but he did kiss her. A gentle slanting of mouth on mouth, tongue on tongue. He cupped the back of her head, his big hand cradling it. She locked her ankles behind his back, holding him to her.

  This was a moment she didn’t want to forget, not ever. Not when they were old and gray. Not tomorrow, or next week. Not the next time they had an argument. This moment, this joining, was meant to stay with her forever, just like this.

  “Make love to me,” Edie said into his mouth, and Ty moved.

  So much about sex, real sex, was different than in stories. The wet sound of their bodies slapping, the rub of marble on her ass, the way her hands slipped on Ty’s sweat-slick skin and made it hard to keep hold of him. How her body would ache in strange places after this coupling. But there were other things mere words had never been able to replace. The smell of him mingled with the tang of their sex. The thick softness of the hair on his head, the matching crinkly crispness of his chest hair and the thatch between his legs. The way her body bloomed under his touch, easing his way so when he moved inside her each stroke of cock in cunt sparked a thousand electric impulses all over her. The heat of his breath on her face as he kissed her.

  The sound of his voice, murmuring her name.

  Edie slid a hand between them to touch herself, and Ty let out a low grunt of desire. She wasn’t sure she could come again, but he loved it when she tried. Her clit, still sensitive from before, came to life under her touch and she had to do little more than let Ty’s thrusts rock her body against her hand.

  “So close.” Ty bit his lower lip, eyes closing briefly.

  Edie leaned up to lick the sweat from his upper lip. Her fingers dug into his shoulder. Every thrust rocked her harder on the countertop. When she leaned back to give Ty a deeper angle, he shuddered. He was close, she could tell, and that more than anything else tipped her closer to another climax. He thrust harder and faster.

  Then Edie was slip-sliding into another burst of pleasure. Ty echoed her cry, his voice gone hoarse. He moved inside her once more and slowed. His arms, propping them both, trembled, and when she slid her feet over the backs of his thighs she felt his muscles leaping there, too.

  “Not like it is in the movies,” he said, head bent, then lifted his laughing face to hers.

  “Oh, it’s better than in the movies,” Edie told him. “In the movies they have to do it twenty times just to get it right.”

  Ty kissed her slowly, holding her close. “I wouldn’t mind doing it twenty more times.”

  “Hmm. But you got it so right the first time,” she teased and squeezed his fine, firm ass.

  “Practice does make perfect.”

  His sweet sentiment was slightly ruined by the rumble of his stomach. Edie pushed him gently away so she could hop off the counter and make her way to the sink, where she grabbed a tea towel she didn’t recognize and ran it under the faucet so she could do a hasty cleanup. She turned to see Ty watching her as he leaned against the counter, his arms crossed and a smile tipping his mouth.

  “What?”

  “Just thinking,” he answered. “About how I’m going to get to see this every day for the rest of my life.”

  “Me, naked at the sink?” She rinsed out the cloth again and wrung it damp, and tossed it to him.

  Ty did a neat one-handed catch. “If I can get it. But just you, naked or not, at the sink. In our kitchen. Every day.”

  Edie stood on tip-toe to kiss him. “Just in the kitchen?”

  He pulled her snug against him. “All the rooms.”

  Edie put her head on Ty’s chest, content for the moment to stand in his warm embrace. “That sounds good to me.”

  His stomach grumbled again, and they both laughed. Edie kissed his chest, then the Celtic knot tattoo on his bicep before she bent to retrieve her clothes. She stepped into her panties and pulled on Ty’s T-shirt without bothering with the bra. Ty pulled on his jeans, and shirtless, went to the fridge.

  “Hungry?” He pulled out a tray laden with cheese, sliced fruit, and chocolate and set it on the kitchen’s center island. He disappeared inside the fridge again and returned with a handful of plastic-wrapped potatoes for the microwave and a platter of thick steaks so juicy her mouth watered just looking at them. “These will only take a few minutes on the grill.”

  “We have a grill?” Edie clapped her hands. “In February?”

  “We have a grill,” he confirmed with a grin. “On the deck. And I will gladly brave the weather to cook these steaks.”

  “My hero.” She kissed him again, giddy with being here, with him.

  Ham and the moving truck wouldn’t arrive for a few days, but Ty had found a local superstore and stocked the kitchen with paper plates, plastic ware, and napkins. He’d even bought a plaid blanket, which Edie set out on the family room floor for their picnic.

  It wasn’t the first meal they’d shared, but it was the first in their new house and it deserved attention. Ty lit some candles and brought out the bouquet of roses he’d hidden inside a cupboard. The balloons were now sneaking into the rest of the house.

  “I left my present for you in the car,” Edie said when he handed her the small gift bag. “Darn it, Ty. This is too much.”

  “It’s not too much,” he told her. “You can give me your present later. Open it.”

  He held his breath as she pulled out the small velvet box. He’d bought her a ring months ago, but these earrings had had Edie’s name all over them. He’d spied them in the window of the small antique shop he’d passed on the way to the superstore. Small oval emeralds set in gold with a pair of wee diamonds at the top and bottom, they should have been too small to have caught his eye from a moving car, but when he’d slowed to stop at the light and turned his head, there they’d been, glinting.

  He loved how she bit her lower lip when she was trying not to grin and give away her excitement. When she lifted the box’s lid, her bit-back grin faded. Ty sat up, concerned.

  “You don’t like them?” To his surprise, tears glittered in her eyes and he reached for her automatically. “Babe?”

  She waved a hand and shook her head, but let him gather her into his arms. She nestled her face against his chest. Her shoulders shook. Ty stroked her hair in silence. He didn’t know much, but he knew the best move a man with an armful of weeping woman could make was to keep quiet.

  “They’re beautiful. All of this is incredible,” she said. “Perfect.”

  “It’s Valentine’s Day. I had to do something special.”

  “If I’d known you were going to be here, I’d have done something special, too.” Edie said, and looked up at him with wet eyes, but with the smile back on her face.

  “You can make it up to me.”

  “Oh, really?” She leaned to kiss him, and her lips tasted of salt. “However shall I do that?”

  “Do the dishes.”

  Laughing, Edie punched his chest lightly then gathered up the paper plates and put them in a pile. “Done. You’re easy to please.”

  Ty snagged her wrist and pulled her closer, leaning back to pull her along with him. When she’d settled on top of him, he pushed her hair off her face and looked into her eyes. “Let’s go to bed.”

  Since he had a king-sized bed and she’d only had a double in her small apartment, they’d agreed to use his. It was on the moving truck along with everything else. He had, however, found more than earrings at the antique store.

  “I thought we’d have to camp out
here. I sent a sleeping bag and inflatable mattress in one of these boxes.” She waved at the stacks and piles in the den.

  Ty linked his fingers through hers and shook his head. “You don’t want to sleep on the floor our first night in the new house, do you?”

  She narrowed her eyes, studying him. “Ty? What did you do?”

  He grinned but would say nothing, only tugged her to her feet and led her up the stairs. Their fingers still linked, he took her to the room at the end of the hall and nudged open the door. Then he stood back and did as his mama had always said he should. He let Edie go first.

  She let out a low, breathless gasp and whirled. “Ty!”

  He had no question about if she liked his present this time. He’d known she would the moment he saw the matching twin beds in the back of the shop. Curved blond wood with an inlaid pattern, they matched Edie’s Art Deco waterfall-design armoire and dresser almost perfectly. And, pushed together and attached with a couple handy bolts and screws, they were just the right size to hold a king-sized mattress and box spring.

  Edie touched the curved footboard. “How? I’ve been looking forever for a matching bed frame. They didn’t make them king-sized back then.”

  He explained, even bending to show her the places he’d attached the frames. Edie sat on the bed and pulled him down with her, catching his chin to bring his face to hers. Ty stopped his description of the size of the bolts he’d used in mid-syllable.

  “You are the most amazing man.” Edie smoothed her fingertips over the simple white flannel sheets he’d bought.

  “Anyone could have put them together,” he said.

  Edie shook her head. “But not everyone would.”

  He still almost couldn’t believe she was really there with him, after all the months stealing moments on the phone or online. Her mouth tasted real. Her skin, soft beneath his fingertips, felt real. Her hair, when it brushed the back of his hand, was real too.

  She put her arms around his neck, drawing him down onto the soft, clean sheets. His body settled naturally into the space she made for him between her legs. Her shirt had ridden up, so her bare knees nudged his hips above his jeans, and Ty wished neither of them had bothered getting even partly dressed.

  She pushed his shoulder to roll him over and ended up on top, her hands flat on his chest. Her fingers curled in his chest hair and she leaned forward to brush her lips on his. Before he could capture her mouth, she’d moved down, over his neck and to his chest. When she slid her tongue over his nipple, Ty tensed.

  Edie looked up at him with a wicked grin. “Mmmm. Did we miss dessert?”

  “I sort of thought you had a box of candy for me in the car.”

  She gave his nipple another experimental lick, and his cock started to fill. “Would you like me to go get your present now? Or can you wait a bit longer?”

  She bared her teeth and took his flesh between them as Ty drew in a hissing breath. His prick thickened in his jeans and Edie smiled at him again as her hand wandered down to give him a squeeze through the denim. In the next moment, she’d unzipped him and moved her body down the length of his.

  “No waiting,” Ty managed to say just as she reached in to take his cock in her hand.

  “I didn’t think so.” Edie stroked him, then urged him to lift his hips so she could push down his jeans. She made a happy noise low in her throat when she was able to free him.

  Ty made a happy noise of his own when she took him in her mouth. She sucked the head of his cock gently for a minute, then left him to pull his jeans off the rest of the way. The T-shirt went over her head next, tossed to the floor, and Ty groaned at the sight of her gorgeous breasts. Edie licked her mouth, her gaze fixed on his, then she took his prick in her hand and stroked upward, slowly.

  With her other hand she toyed with her nipples, pinching and stroking. Her tongue crept out again to swipe along her lips as she looked down at his cock in her curled fingers. She licked her fingertips and painted her nipples with wetness, then did the same to the head of his cock. She bent her head to blow hot breath along the wetness, and his hips thrust upward toward her waiting mouth.

  Edie gripped him at the base and shook her head. “Not so fast.”

  Her tongue came out to taste him, flicking the rim of his cockhead, and Ty bit back a groan but stayed still. Edie, still wearing her panties, straddled his leg. The heat of her cunt pressed his calf as she rubbed herself along him and slid her mouth once more down the length of his erection.

  Ty closed his eyes for a moment as pleasure swept over him but had to open them in a second. He wanted to watch her. He loved to watch her, and Edie knew it.

  Down, down, the wet heat of her mouth engulfed him. Up and up, her hand following as her pussy moved against his leg, driving him crazy with the urge to reach for her and give her the same pleasure she was giving him. Yet when he shifted, reaching, Edie shook her head again and gave him a mock glare.

  “No,” she said firmly. “Lie still.”

  “But I want to touch you—”

  “Ty,” Edie said, and licked his cock the way she would a lollipop. “I want to do this without being distracted.”

  He fell back on the mound of new pillows with a groan. In her hand his prick leaped as she stroked a fingertip down the seam of his balls. When her light touch brushed his anus, Ty clutched a double fistful of sheets. His back arched, hips thrusting up, and this time Edie didn’t tease him. She took him in again, all the way, and then slid up, sucking gently as her finger pressed lightly.

  He wanted to feel her, bare on his leg, as she rocked against him. Instead, all he got was the whisper of the soft cotton along his skin. Watching as Edie’s mouth released him, as her tongue circled his prick and flicked the divot just under the head, Ty imagined how soft, how wet she was. How good she would feel around him when he pushed inside her. Her mouth, her hand. Her cunt. He wanted to sink inside this woman and bury himself.

  They’d made love only a few hours before, and he was ready for her again. Nobody had ever affected him the way Edie did. Nobody, he was sure, ever would.

  She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, then slid her hand into her panties and drew out her fingers, glistening with her arousal. She ran them along his shaft and down over his balls. Then again, dipping her hand into her slickness and covering him with sweetness he wanted to taste.

  Touching and kissing Edie always got Ty hard, but knowing doing the same to him got her wet turned his cock into a steel shaft. Her fingers, still slick with her sweetness, feathered over his prick and down, circling just long enough on his perineum to tighten his balls. Now his cock shone with her wetness and he breathed in the heady, sweet scent of her sex.

  Edie, stroking his cock, shifted to ease her panties off. When she switched hands, Ty gasped and thrust upward into the new angle made by her other hand. Edie smiled and slowed her stroke, teasing him.

  “You’re so hard for me,” she murmured. “I love that.”

  Ty couldn’t manage to corral the words tumbling around in his brain and force them out of his mouth, but Edie didn’t seem to mind. She kissed his lips as she straddled him, her hand still gripping him firmly. She lowered herself over his cock, the head nudging at her opening. She didn’t let go, didn’t let him push inside her the way he wanted.

  “Slow,” she whispered in his ear and grazed the lobe with her teeth.

  Though his muscles clenched and shook with the effort of holding back, Ty didn’t push again. His hands gripped her hips, but he waited. Edie used her hand to slide him back and forth along her slick heat. She opened for him, easing the head of his cock an inch inside her, then pulling away. Then another inch deeper and out again.

  The twist of her hips urged a groan from him. Her breath puffed in small pants, hot on the side of his face. Her tight nipples brushed his chest, and Ty couldn’t hold back from running his hands up to pinch and rub them.

  Edie shook at his touch and sank onto him the whole way. Her sweet ass, s
o perfectly round, settled onto his thighs. She engulfed him. Her knees clutched his sides as she pushed up, her nails scoring faint lines down his chest and belly.

  They moved at the same time, her body lifting and coming back down as he thrust deep inside. Ah, fuck, it was heaven, it was glory, it was too much.

  He could never get enough of her smile, her laugh, her scent. Her heat. He filled his grasp with her breasts, tweaking her nipples, and she cried out and arched into his touch.

  He was close, but she needed more. Ty’s fingers crept between them. His thumb settled on the hard button of her clit. Edie’s immediate cry of satisfaction sent ecstasy rippling through his balls and up his shaft. He wanted her to come first.

  Edie had never been shy with telling him what she liked or wanted, and Ty had never been afraid of listening. Now, though, Edie gave him no encouragement but the rolling of her hips and her clit getting harder under his touch. When she came, he felt it in the pulse of clit and flutter of her pussy. He heard it in her low shout and watched it on her face as her head tipped back. Later, maybe pain, but now only sweet pleasure shot through him as her fingernails dug into his skin. He shifted his hand, taking away the direct pressure that would be too much for her right now.

  Edie leaned forward to kiss him. Their mouths met, tongues stroking, and she pulled away, breathing hard. She looked into his eyes, and Ty’s whole world became this woman.

  “Slow,” she murmured again, and Ty let out a muffled laugh.

  “I can’t hold out much longer, babe.”

  “You can.” Edie traced his mouth with her tongue but pulled away when he moved forward to catch her mouth. “Let me do it.”

  It was too hard not to move when she did. Desire blinded him to anything but her pussy bearing down on his cock. It deafened him to anything but the sweet sound of her saying his name, telling him how good he was making her feel. Ty’s entire world had become Edie.

  She moved on him, slowly, as she’d promised, lifting her body and twisting her hips as she slid back down his length. Again she did the same agonizing motion. Her inner muscles clenched on the downward stroke. He imagined the head of his cock sliding over the tight knot of nerves just behind her pubic bone, and when Edie groaned, rocking and twisting a little faster, he knew that’s exactly what she was doing.