Love at First Sight

by Mia Ford

  “It is, but it feels heavy now, you know what I mean?”

  I nod because obviously I do. “I know, but you have to go. It’s your dream!”

  He gives me a meaningful look. “It is, but I think this could be important too. Me and you.”

  I force a weak smile onto my lips. It’s time to make a joke out of this so we don’t head down a much too heavy road on date three. “Oh, well I’ll just have to come with you then, won’t I? Keep you company. Use my compensation money to buy my own ticket, make some use of it. That way you won’t be able to miss me because you’ll not be able to get rid of me.” I wink so he knows I’m joking. “Sounds fun, right?”

  His eyes widen in surprise and I fear I might have pushed him too far. I only wanted him to feel better. I part my lips wishing I could stuff all those words back into my mouth to say something more normal instead, but it hits me that the damage has been done. Whatever I do now will only make it worse.

  “You… you want to?” he asks with furrowed brows. “I mean, you could, I’ve thought about it.”

  Now it’s my turned to be speechless. “You have?” I rasp through ragged breaths. “But it’s your life long dream. The trip that you’ve been planning forever. I can’t ruin it, I don’t want to be in the way.”

  “You wouldn’t be.” He takes my hands and gives me a deeply sincere look. “It would be nice not to have to do it alone. I know it’s wild, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t go for it, does it?”

  I don’t know what to say, that’s wild. But there’s not exactly anything keeping me here.

  “Yes,” I gasp before I can talk myself out of it. “Yes, I’d love to come.”

  15

  Logan

  As we stagger through the doors into my apartment, I’m so glad Al is nowhere to be found because we’re already pawing at one another’s clothes like there’s no tomorrow. I don’t think we could stop even if we wanted to… which we definitely don’t. The fact that Tamara actually seems to want to come on this trip with me is amazing. It’s like a dream come true, something I didn’t even dare to think might actually happen… and now it is. She has the money, the desire, and time to come with me. I genuinely think it’s going to happen.

  “So… where do you want to go?” I ask her between kisses. “Do you have any ideas?”

  Talking about this with Tamara really turns me on a lot. I might be a bit of a freak, but it seems to be working for her too so I’m more than content to go along with it. We can be freaks together! I love it.

  “India,” she gasps while yanking my tee shirt up over my head. “Everywhere in Europe. The Great Wall of China.” I hook my fingers under her dress and tug at it like a feral animal. “Australia… everywhere.”

  I crash my lips hard into hers feel my cock harden even more in my trousers. The soft skin of her belly brushes against me, sending electrical sparks fluttering everywhere. Days of longing explodes within me as I dig my fingers into her arm, pushing her from the front room into my bedroom. We cannot risk getting caught. Even if Al’s out now he might not be all night long. I don’t want to be caught with my pants down.

  “I want…” I brush my lips over her cheeks and her neck, urgency becoming all of me. “To go to…” I move slightly lower, groaning as I taste a slight saltiness to her skin. “All those places with you too. And more. So many more. Thailand.” Kiss, kiss, lick. “Egypt. Hawaii. Everywhere in the world.”

  “Oh, I want to see as many of the seven wonders as possible.” Those words are like music to my ears. “And anything else that’s…” She gasps loudly. “Significant. I want to see it all. I need to.”

  Her bra flies off and I take her nipple between my teeth. I grab onto the small of her back while I tug lightly with my teeth. It’s hard to resist the primal urge to pull a little too hard, just through sheer excitement. I feed on her rock hard nub as a storm swirls and grows in my belly. Any minute now I’ll have a freaking tornado on my hands. I switch to the other breast, not wanting to leave that nipple out It tastes just as amazing.

  Tamara’s hands fist up in my hair and I feel like she might be losing real control. I trace my fingers over her soft skin, edging lower and lower. I suck in a breath as the anticipation builds. Any minute now I’ll feel her. My itching fingers are desperate to take control of her body, to touch that delicious wet heat of hers. My heart thunders with a deep thrill, I can feel a shiver trailing up and down my spine. Any minute now. I don’t know if I can wait.

  “Oof.” Tamara whips the control from me shoving me backwards. I fall back all the way until my butt hits the sheets, then I look up at her with a confused look. But the mischievous expression on her face intrigues me and thank goodness it does because as she walks towards me, intoxicating me with the swing of her hips, I know I couldn’t move even if I tried. She has me fixed in one place, completely consumed by her.

  “Oh God.” I can’t stop the groan from flying out of my mouth as she drops to her knees with a thud and she shimmies between my legs, knocking my thighs further apart as she does. While she lifts my butt up just enough to slide my boxers off, she rakes her tongue along her bottom lip as if she’s starving and it’s me she wants to eat.

  My cock springs free, standing to attention for her as if it’s desperate for her eyes to feast upon it, which they already are. The dark desire in her gaze is unlike anything that I’ve ever seen before. It feels really good. I don’t think I’ve ever brought this side out of a woman before and I have to say the ego boost is addictive!

  Tamara holds onto my shaft and she pumps her fist up and down. I want to continue looking at her face because I know it’s incredible, but my eyes slide closed and my head lolls with desire. It’s too much for me. Unfortunately, that means I miss seeing the moment that she parts those sexy lips for me and she wraps them around me, dragging my cock all the way to the back of her throat, consuming me in a new zone of pleasure entirely.

  “Oh fuck!” The words spit out of my mouth, completely out of my control. “That feels…”

  But not content with grazing her lips all over me, she darts her tongue out too and flickers it everywhere, licking me like I’m a damn lollipop. I can no longer keep track of what she’s doing to me, she’s everywhere, all over me and it’s off the scale. The pressure building deep inside of me is phenomenal. I almost can’t take it.

  When Tamara starts humming on my length, almost tipping me right over the edge I force my eyes to snap open. Now I need to see what she’s doing. It doesn’t take me long to notice her fingers bumping and grinding inside her panties as she touches herself. I jealously want to be the only one to feel her.

  “Come here,” I growl while tucking my hands under her arm pits. I don’t want to stop that feeling but I’m going to have to if I don’t want to make a mess inside that pretty mouth of hers. She seems reluctant to tear her mouth off of me which only makes it more challenging, but I drag her on top of me anyway.

  “You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” I snap while ripping at her panties. “You’re fucking too much.”

  Once her panties have gone I push my fingers into where hers were just moments before. I twist and drive inside of her while she bucks and writhes above me, the wetness of her center covering me. Her walls clamp around me as she grips onto the sheets beneath her. I might be pushing her too fast too soon…

  “Hold on a moment.” I lean across to my night stand to grab out a condom. “Let me just…”

  She snatches it from me and tears the packet open with her teeth. As she rolls the latex down over me she looks like a goddess, like she belongs in some high class porn form. Her sexiness should be shared with the world, but at the same time I’m glad that she’s only for me. I want to keep her with me always.

  Once the condom is on, Tamara straddles me and kisses me hard. I roll around her entrance, begging to be let in but from this angle it isn’t up to me. She has complete control and she isn’t saying yes just yet. She smiles against my mouth as
I flip my hips uncontrollably and my breaths become pants, but still she doesn’t cave. It’s almost as if she’s trying to send me over the edge before I plow into her. I won’t though, I’m utterly determined to hold my own. She can do what she wants to me but she won’t win. I have to.

  “Hold on.” But then she changes up the game plan, shocking me completely. She climbs off me and turns around, kneeling on all fours with her butt pointed towards me. She peers over her shoulder and gives me a smirk. “Well come on then,” she declares as if there’s some reason I shouldn’t be frozen to the spot. “Come here.”

  The sight of her like that unhinges me, it sends me over the edge. My whole body becomes rock hard, not just my cock. This is the opportunity of a life time and I don’t want to mess it up, so because of that I find the inner strength to get me up onto my own knees and I position myself behind her. I rest my hand on the small of Tamara’s back while I angle my cock correctly. When I take the plunge, I want it to be right.

  Tamara tosses her head back letting her hair spill all over her back. It’s the most delicious sight that I’ve ever seen in my life. I want to take a picture of her so I can remember just how perfect she is at this moment.

  But I don’t get the chance. She begins rolling her hips backwards, desperately wanting me inside of her and since I’m only a man, how the hell am I supposed to find the power to resist? I can’t, so I cave and I thrust hard pushing myself all the way into her, giving myself over to her completely.

  “Oh fuck.” From this angle I can feel all of her and fuck me she feels good. “Oh, Tamara.”

  I dig my fingers into her hips so I can keep control of my movements while I slam into her again and again, my movements relentless, her groans loud and needy, the feel of her ass banging into me is too damn good.

  I want this, I think as the heat behind my cock starts to build. I want this all the time.

  I move harder and faster, giving Tamara exactly what she wants and soon her walls are contracting and clamping onto me. She’s eking the orgasm out of me, driving it much too quickly. Her adorable screams, her cries as the pleasure leaves her vulnerable and exposed, send me into an abyss of pleasure that spins my brain and consumes my body whole. It builds me up to a high point then shoves me over the edge until I’, twisting and twirling, tumbling head first into the most phenomenal feeling storm in the word.

  Our cries of bliss mix in together. She calls out my name endlessly and I do the same. This moment is so perfectly intense, so wonderful bonding that I never want it to end…

  But of course it does, it has to, we can’t be like that forever. Much as I’m sure we’d both love to.

  We collapse onto the bed in a hot sticky mess, the pair of us completely lost in our post coital bliss, but we cling onto each other as we do. I bury my face in her hair, inhaling her scent while our hot sticky bodies mesh close enough to become one. I can’t stop a small little chuckle from flying out of my mouth.

  “You’re awesome,” I murmur quietly to her. “I’m so glad that I met you.”

  She turns herself around to face me and kisses me gently on my lips, bringing on another flurry of activity inside of me. “You’re amazing too.” She rests her hand on my cheek. “And I can’t wait for our trip.”

  It’s scary, but I suppose it’ll either make or break us. I really hope it’s the first one because I don’t want it to be tainted by arguments. I guess if that starts happening we’ll be forced to communicate effectively to make sure we both still enjoy ourselves. Actually, it might work out for the best. At least we’ll know if we’re right.

  Tamara’s eyes flicker, I can see that she wants to shut them so I simply watch her while she drifts off into a slumber land. I’m tired too, but I can’t bear to miss a moment with her. She’s perfect to me.

  16

  Tamara

  I try to turn my head the moment my eyes flicker open in the morning but I can’t right away. It takes me a moment to realize that Logan’s hand is fisted up possessively in my hair as he sleeps, almost as if he can’t bear to let me go. That feels nice. It’s been far too long since anyone’s claimed me and I love that it’s by him.

  I slowly tease my hair away from him, trying not to wake him as I do so, and once I do I smile down at him while he sleeps. His face is so much smoother when he’s sleeping. I can see the lines created by the worries of the day are gone. He carries more stress around on his shoulders than I think even he realizes. If anyone needs to get away from real life and escape while looking at the wonders of the world, it’s him.

  And now I get to go too. I can be with him seeing the world as well. He actually wants me to come with him.

  I dart my eyes around his bedroom, using the time to get to know him a little better. The travel guides everywhere are obvious, I should have known that I would find that, and the giant map hanging on his wall too, but there are other things I can see about him too. His DVD collection, full of the movies we talked about before and some other ones, and a giant CD set too. He even has some old fashioned records which I like. The music that comes out of them might not be as clear quality, but there’s a real magical feel to them.

  I slide out of the sheets trying not to move him at all and I pad naked around his room. I run my fingers along the pale blue wall trying to work out if he painted it to signify something about himself or if it was this color when he moved in. I can picture him with a paint brush and bucket, listening to his music as he works.

  Eventually I get to his window and I stare out of it. Luckily, it only looks out onto a brick wall so it isn’t like anyone can see me, and it makes me wonder if he’s ever stood here, staring at the same sight that I’m looking at now, needing his escape more. This whole country can feel claustrophobic from time to time, especially for someone who wants to get out, without looking at a very restrictive wall. He must really hate it.

  I fold my arms across my chest and cock my head to one side while my thoughts dance and dart off in their usual chaotic way. I start off with one image and eventually end up somewhere else completely, which is probably how I end up romanticizing things so much and getting carried away with myself.

  Bang!

  I jump around in shock as the bedroom door slams open. It’s only when I spin and I see an unfamiliar male giving me a wide eyed look of complete shock that I realize I’m still naked. I flush all over, a heat travels all the way from my toes to my face as humiliation encases me. I grab the nearest thing to me to try and cover me up. It’s a hoodie, I think, some material that belongs to Logan. I don’t care what it is as long as it covers up my most private parts. I’m so humiliated that a stranger saw me standing naked in his room like a freak. I dread to think what his opinion of me must be. Not good, that much is for sure. He’ll probably warn Logan away.

  “Oh, God, I’m so sorry…” I stammer while looking everywhere but at him. “I didn’t mean…”

  “No, I’m the one who should be sorry.” He backs out with his hands raised in a surrendering gesture. “I didn’t think, I should have knocked first. Logan is always going mental because I walk in without asking whenever I want to borrow something.” The further away from the room he gets, the quieter his voice becomes. “I just didn’t expect to find him in his room with a girl that’s all. He doesn’t ever have girls with him…”

  That actually manages to make me smile through the embarrassment. To be fair, Logan doesn’t seem much like the womanizing type, but it’s nice to have it confirmed. If he doesn’t bring girls back to his room but he has me then I truly must be special. He must actually want me to come along with him for sure.

  “Oh, God…” The voice continues. “There are clothes all over the floor, I really should have guessed.”

  I don’t know how Logan is sleeping through all of this. He must be the deepest sleeper in the world!

  “You’re actually making this worse now,” I call out to try and end it. “Let’s just forget about it, okay?”

  “Yep, so
unds good to me. I’m going to head into my room now if you want to grab a shower.”

  The idea of washing this moment off of me is like music to my ears so once I hear the bedroom door click behind the stranger I run like the wind. God, I’m so not used to this sort of thing. That proves how long it’s been!

  I bring the shower to life, balking at the lack of supplies in this bathroom as I do. I know it’s only guys who live here but where are the varieties of shampoos and shower gels? Never mind the lotions. It’s maddening. Still, I don’t have any other option, so I get on with what I have and I jump under the steaming hot jets of water. While I wash, I try to work out how I’m going to spin naked meeting that guy, the guy who is probably Logan’s roommate, into a positive. I don’t want it to be awkward forever more, I want to get on with him.

  I’m just going to have to suck it up and act confident, I think. I’m the one who should be embarrassed, I’m the one with the most to lose. If I just make it okay then hopefully it’ll just become that. It has to.

  By the time I leave the shower behind, I’m determined to make it a joke. It’ll be fine, guys don’t care about that stuff as much as girls, I don’t think. I’ll just have to hope that Logan isn’t mad about it. I drag a pair of shorts on which I hope belong to Logan and a tee shirt too. If this is too weird, I’ll jet get changed in a moment.

  “Good morning.” Logan’s warm voice greets me, allowing me to let out a relaxed breath. He’s sitting at his kitchen counter drinking a large mug of coffee. His roommate is standing by the coffee machine, refusing to meet my eyes. I don’t know if he’s said anything to Logan yet, which puts me at a disadvantage. “Oh good, you found some of my clothes.” Phew, that’s one positive! “I was hoping that you would. Oh, and this is Al, my roommate.”