by Gigi Thorne
No way I could make the drive home when I felt like I’d crawl through my damn skin as it was.
But before I said anything I stood, helping her up and leading us out of the theater. I wasn’t going to say these things with the smell of stale popcorn filtering the air. Once outside and by my truck, I turned to face her, my throat tight, my tongue thick. She looked worried and I hated that I was the cause of that.
“I—” That word spilled from me easily, but everything after that had me freezing up.
Just fucking say it. Tell the only girl you’ve ever loved that she’s it for you. Tell her that you can’t just be friends with her anymore … that you need more.
“Nora.” I said her name softly. “I want to talk to you. This isn’t the place I thought I’d be doing it at, but I can’t keep it in any longer.” I saw the way her throat worked when she swallowed. She was nervous, scared even as to what I might say.
“Toby, you’re kind of scaring me,” she said on a chuckle but I could hear it was strained.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I don’t mean to freak you out.” I couldn’t drag my feet anymore. I smiled and reached out, cupping her cheek, stroking my finger along the soft skin right below her eye.
Taking a deep breath, I knew this was for the best. I know this was what I had to do for my sanity.
“Hey, you can tell me anything.”
I felt myself relax after she said that. “With you I’m whole. With you I don’t feel like I have to pretend.” I took my other hand and wrapped my fingers around hers, feeling the pulse at her wrist beat steadily under my thumb. “I love you so much it hurts, Nora.”
She smiled. “I love you too.”
I shook my head slowly and saw her expression fall slightly. “No. When I say I love you it’s more than that.” This is it. “When I say I love you it means I’m madly, deeply, irrevocably in love with you.” A moment of silence passed between us. “You are everything to me. My world. Without you I couldn’t breathe, wouldn’t want to.” I licked my suddenly dry lips. “And I’ve been holding that in for years, not sure how to say it, not sure I even wanted to because of the fear I’d ruin what we already have.”
Time seemed to stand still. The heat grew thick, suffocating.
“Toby,” she whispered softly and that sound traveled throughout my entire body.
I held my breath, waiting for her to respond, to see what she’d say. I worried she’d turn me down, tell me there was never anything there for her where it concerned me. The fear that she’d keep us at the friend level was strong, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I would take her any way I could. If she just wanted to be friends so be it, because not having Nora in my life wasn’t an option.
And as the seconds turned into a long, agonizing minute, as I stared at the only woman who would ever hold my heart, I knew that no matter what she said I’d never leave her. If she told me she didn’t want me in the way I did her it didn’t matter. I’d never be with anyone. She was it for me. I’d be a virgin for the rest of my damn life if it came down to it.
“I am so in love with you, too.”
And just like that the worry, fear, and stress of how this would play out left me. Just like that my world was perfect and complete.
“I’ve felt that way for as long as I can remember. But I was afraid to say anything. But knowing how precious this life is, how short it is, I knew I couldn’t hold in how I felt anymore.” She shook her head slowly. “For my own sanity and wellbeing, I couldn’t keep it in anymore. And if that meant things with us changed I was willing to risk it.”
God, hearing her say these things was surreal.
“I just didn’t know when I would say them, when I’d have the courage to finally admit all of it.”
“I’ve saved myself for you, wanted only you, wanted you to be the one who had my virginity.” The soft gasp of surprise that came from her seemed loud, echoing. Deafening. “It took us a long time to get here, sweetheart.”
“I saved myself for you, too, hoping that one day when I could admit how I felt you’d feel the same.”
I closed my eyes, so damn happy. When I opened them once more and stared into her face for long seconds, all I saw this woman who was more precious to me than anything else. Nora was the light to my life, that ray of hope when darkness had crept in. She was my country girl through and through and I was her cowboy.
“It did,” she said softly.
“Would it scare you if I admitted I see us married with children running around, a farm to call our own, and our families close by?” Maybe I was going too fast, rushing things, but shit, it felt like an eternity had passed before I’d gotten to this point.
“Would it scare you if I admitted I wanted all those things, too?”
God, I loved this woman.
“Come back with me,” I said softly, my body pressed to hers. “Come home with me. Let me love you. Let me show you how much I’ve needed you.” I stroked her cheek. “We don’t have to do anything but sit and talk, be in each other’s presence.”
I wanted more than that though.
Staring into her face, the moon high, the light from the streetlamp casting a glow over us, I knew what I wanted and it wasn’t to sit and talk. The parking lot was empty aside from us, this intimate setting amongst a very public place.
“Tell me what you want and it’s yours. Everything I am, everything I could be, is yours, Nora. It always has been.” My throat was tight, dry as I waited for her to respond.
“All I want, have ever wanted is you,” she finally said. “Take me to your place, Toby. Finally be with me. Make me yours.”
I reached out and tipped her head back with a finger under her chin. “Darlin’, make no mistake ... you’ve always been mine.” And then I couldn’t help myself. I claimed her mouth, finally kissing her like I’d wanted to do my entire life.
And it was perfection.
4
Nora
We found ourselves back at his house, my nerves so intense I could have passed out if I didn’t control myself, if I didn’t force my body to keep going.
After we’d confessed how we felt for each other things had gone fast … or maybe it had taken forever to get to this point. I don’t know what we planned on doing. No, I knew exactly what would happen. It’s what I’d been wanting for so long it now seemed like it wasn’t my reality.
I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this, finally being with the man I had loved for my entire life. It seemed dream-like, a fantasy. Maybe that’s all this was? Maybe I was so caught up in my own pleasure, in my own desperation to have Toby that I couldn’t grasp reality.
“No, baby,” he said softly and tipped my head up with a finger under my chin. “This is real. You and I have always been real. This moment has just been waiting to come forth. And now that it’s here I’m not stepping back. I can’t anymore.”
There was so much I had told him, so much truth that I’d admitted finally. And when he’d told me he had loved me, always had, my heart had opened up and I’d finally seen my future. It was so bright, so full of love. It was so full with Toby in it.
This was the moment we both had been waiting for, the moment where we would finally be with each other.
And I wasn’t going to stop it. I wasn’t going to even try.
Toby
I held her for a moment, listening to her breath hitch as I wrapped my hands around her hips. She was soft and warm.
She was mine.
I wanted her naked, spread out before me so I could feast on her body, show her that every part of her was mine, the same as every part of me was hers.
I closed the front door behind me and she instantly took my hand, leading me away from the front entrance and to the bedroom. I held in my groan of pleasure, the very fact that I was about to finally have my girl, the one woman I loved so damn much it hurt … the one person I’d saved my virginity for.
We entered the bedroom and I shut that door as well. It wa
s just us in the house but I wanted this intimate, private no matter what. The lights were still off, but the moon shone through, this slivery blue hue that illuminated the entire bedroom.
She let go of my hand and turned around. I forced myself not to grab myself and stroke my cock, ease the ache that settled heavily between my legs.
I stared at my soul mate, the girl I would gladly give my life for if it meant she was always safe. My cock was hard, throbbing, aching, my balls drawn up tight to my body.
Nora breathed heavily, little droplets of perspiration on her forehead, her long sandy colored hair the same shade of the wheat that sways in the fields when a breeze picks up.
“Toby. I want you so much,” she breathed out, her voice having my dick getting impossibly harder.
“Nora, baby, you have no fucking clue how much I want you.” I took a step forward and started getting undressed. I worked my belt free first, then went for the button of my pants. When I was out of my jeans and boxer briefs I started working off my shirt, first the button-down and then my tee.
My focus was on Nora. Always on Nora.
Her breasts, God, her breasts were big and round. Perfection. Her nipples were hard, having my mouth water. I wanted to get her undressed, to tear her fucking clothes off that luscious little body of hers.
“Get undressed for me, darlin’.”
She did as I said instantly.
When she had her shirt partially off I reached down and palmed my cock. My dick was harder than fucking steel. Pre-cum lined the slit and I used that as lubrication as I stroked myself and watched her finish getting undressed. I ached to be inside of her, to feel her tight, hot, virgin pussy. I ached to claim her, to show her that she was meant to be mine in every conceivable way.
She pulled her shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside and showing me what had been hidden beneath the material. Her breasts were big and round, perfect with rosy tipped nipples that could be seen through the thin, almost transparent material of her bra.
My cock jerked and my mouth dried. “God, you’re even more gorgeous than I imagined.” I lifted my hand and ran my palm over my mouth, everything in me wanting to go to her right now and devour her. “The bra, baby. Take it off.”
She did what I said instantly, showing me those perfect, glorious breasts. My tongue swelled, my mouth watered, and in the next second I was in front of her. I grabbed both breasts in my hands, molded my fingers around the soft flesh, and lowered my face to those luscious mounds. I couldn’t help myself, not when the girl of my dreams was standing right in front of me ready and primed for what we were about to do.
“God, Toby,” she moaned and my cock jerked once more. I could have gotten off from hearing her voice alone.
I licked at the turgid peaks, sucked on them until she was breathing hard and had her hands on my shoulders, her nails in my flesh. I pulled back after a few moments and saw that her areolas were tight, her nipples elongated from my suctioning. The scent of her filled my head, made me drunk for more.
She smelled so good, like peaches and cream … my fucking favorite. I ran my thumb along her bottom lip, thinking of all the things I wanted to do to her, all the things I’d fantasized about doing with her. Taking a step back I quickly got undressed, needing my naked body pressed against hers. I made fast work of getting rid of every last stitch of clothing we both had covering us, and then when we were nude, her chest rising and falling as swiftly as mine, my hand tangled in her hair.
I kissed her like I was fucking dying, and right now I felt like I was. Stepping back, forcing myself to break that kiss, was the hardest fucking thing I’d done in a long time. I immediately grabbed my cock, stroking myself, not able to help it. The head was slick with pre-cum and I smeared the fluid around the crown.
She lowered her gaze to my shaft, licked her lips, and I groaned in response. “You’re so big, Toby, so thick.”
Fuck, hearing her say that had me using all my self-control not to come right then and there.
I was close enough that when I reached out I could stroke my thumb along her bottom lip once more. Cum had lined the digit, and I made her taste me, made her lick it clean. She moaned and opened wider, taking my thumb into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the pad.
And then, shocking the hell out of me, she sank down to her knees in front of me, pushed my hand away from my erection, and took hold of the root of my cock. I held my breath, not able to breathe as I stared down at her, knowing what she was about to do.
“You don’t have to do this, baby,” I said, my voice so thick it almost sounded distorted.
“I want to,” Nora whispered and I groaned.
When she parted her lips and engulfed the head of my shaft, I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. I could feel the little pants of her breath brush across my cock and it was almost my undoing. I forced my eyes open and looked at her once more.
“All I can picture is filling you up, making you take every last inch of me, and then hearing you cry out my name as your pussy squeezes my cock and you come for me.”
She moaned against my length. I tangled my hand in her hair, keeping her in place.
I might be a virgin, too, but fucking hell, I knew all the dirty things I wanted to do to my girl.
5
Nora
God, I was on fire. I didn’t know what the hell had gotten into me.
Yes, I know. Toby has.
His cock was huge, thick and long. He filled my mouth to the brim, hitting the back of my throat and having my eyes water. He had a hold of my hair, guiding me as I sucked his cock, brought my mouth down his length, taking as much as I could before retreating. He panted above me, groaning, moaning softly. His hand tightened in my hair, pulling at the strands until pleasure and pain became one.
I smelled him, the wild, masculine aroma that made up the man I’d always loved. I felt his hand slide along the back of my neck, gripping my nape tightly and pulling me forward. Bracing my hands on his muscled thighs, I took even more of him in, my mouth watering as the tip of him hit the back of my throat. I ran my tongue over the flared head of his cock and he groaned, then started fucking my mouth, in and out, harder and faster.
I’d never envisioned Toby this way; powerful, raw … desperate for me.
I was wet, soaking in fact.
“I want inside of you, baby. I need to have you in every single way.”
I ached for him, his words causing every part of me to clench.
“I need you so fucking badly.”
A shiver coasted over me at the gruff way he said those words. He wrapped his hands around my waist and lifted me off the ground before I knew what was happening. With my body flush with his now, my breasts pressed to his chest, I could hardly breathe.
All his hard, defined lines were a contrast to my soft curves. He was a man and I was definitely his woman. When I felt the impressive outline of his erection pressed against my belly, the slickness of his pre-cum wetting my flesh, I had to clench my thighs together to stem off my intense arousal.
“I’m sorry, baby. I should be easy, gentle with you. This is my first time as well but I’m so fucking frantic for you I can’t even think straight, let alone go slow.”
I was shaking my head before he finished speaking. “I don’t want slow and easy. I just want you to be with me. It’s been long enough. I’ve been waiting for this moment forever, Toby.”
He ran his hand along my side, over my belly, and cupped my breasts. “You deserve more than I can ever give you. You deserve better than me,” he whispered. “But I’m too damn selfish to let you go. I’m too fucking needy for you to even think about letting some other guy have you.” He shook his head. “You’re mine. Always.”
The slow glide of his lips along my jaw had me closing my eyes and letting my head fall back, giving him better access. He moved his other hand against my lower back and slowly pushed it lower until he cupped my ass.
“Toby, I love you.” I said those words sl
ow, meaning them with every part of my heart.
“And I love you,” he responded instantly.
Then he started moving his thumb over my hard nipple, back and forth, using slight pressure. He breathed against my throat, slow, easy, keeping his control. Toby thrust against my belly, grinding his dick into me and reminding me exactly what we were about to do.
“I want to say—do—such dirty fucking things to you.”
“Say them. Do them.”
He groaned. “I want to lick you between your legs until you come all over my mouth, until you’re begging me to stop because it is too sensitive, feels too good.” His voice was so deep and rough.
A shiver worked through me. I needed to feel his mouth on mine, needed his flavor on my tongue. He dragged his mouth back up my neck, over my jaw, and ran his tongue along the corner of my mouth. He tasted good and felt even better.
He pulled back and gazed down at me. My breath caught at the look he gave me. It was longing, love … pure unadulterated need.
I could see and feel his chest rising and falling a bit faster as he looked at my breasts, then lower still to the most intimate part of my body. Even though the chilled air hit every part of me, the very knowledge that he was staring at me had my body hot. I let my gaze travel down the length of his body again, and stayed a little longer, admiring the tight muscles of his chest. My pussy felt soaked and I squeezed my legs together.
“God, you’re fucking gorgeous.” He sounded out of breath.
I stared into his eyes, caught up in the color that looked so dark in the nonexistent lighting of the room. I wanted to taste him, to make him feel good. I wanted him to do so much to me, all the things that I’d fantasized about, craved. But first I wanted to pleasure him, to have his cock deep in my mouth and taste the salty perfection of his maleness.
He took a step back and really got his fill of me. I did the same with him.
