About Time

by Danielle Torella

  As many times as I have admitted my love to her though she hasn’t said it back and that’s okay, she needs time and I can give that to her. Just as long as she stays. My hands find their way up the bottom of her white tank top, I knead my fingers into her hips and then rub my full palms up her back and lightly tease her ribs as I run them down her sides. I hear and feel a light moan escape her mouth into mine and that’s all the invite I need. I lift her shirt up over her head and she presses her body against mine, she has to feel how fucking hard I am for her right now. My cock is aching from the tight containment of my jeans. I have one knee on the couch and the other holding myself up from the floor. I kiss her neck and I reach for the clasp of her bra and when I release it she gasp and tugs on my own shirt. I reach up over my head and tug it off.

  She pulls back slightly and licks her lips, “I need you Derrek.”

  My heart stops with those four little words. I pull her back with a tug of her head, my hands entwine with her long blonde hair and I invade her mouth with my tongue. Dipping and tasting her, she meets me lick for lick and it’s a heady sensation. We have kissed before, but now knowing that she needs me just drives me wild. “Are you sure?” I need to make sure she is completely ready. I don’t want her regretting anything about us. For her and my sake.

  “Yes, I need you and I need you now Derrek. I have wanted this for a while, but didn’t think it would be wise, but now that you know everything and I am done with the negative people in my life…”

  I brush her cheek with my thumb and nod, I know. I just know. She reaches down to unbutton my jeans and when she does I stand to push them down. I am only in my navy blue boxer briefs and she is still in her shorts and panties. I scoop her up and she wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her to my bed, which I will make it ours now. I lay her down on her back and trail kisses from her earlobe, down to her neck and shoulder. To the tops of her breasts and between them. I run my hands down her torso and sides and graze the sides of her legs. When I come back up I unbutton her shorts and she lifts up her ass so I can pull them and her panties off. I toss them to the floor and when I look at her face she is irresistible. Sweet and sexy all at once. She has her bottom lip between her teeth and when she flutters her eyes open she finds me looking at her with all the love I have for her in my eyes. She smiles softly and runs her fingers through my hair and I get harder when she gives it a little tug.

  I pull away and lift her knees so they are bent. I spread those long gorgeous legs of her and I dip my head between them, “You don’t have to…” She lifts her head and she looks hesitant and embarrassed. How can she feel that way about this of all things? She smells divine and I need to taste her.

  “Oh yes I fucking do. I want to taste you and I want to make you come…”

  Her smile fades, “But I can’t come. I never have and I don’t want to waste your time…”

  “No time spent with you is wasted Honey Bee. Don’t ever feel like you are a waste of my time. What you had with that asshole isn’t going to even compare to what we are going to have.” With that she takes in a deep breath and lays her head back down and I part her folds with my tongue and holy mother, she tastes so fucking good! So sweet. I lick up and down her clit and lap around her inner lips. I hear her moan and her hips start to circle and whether she realizes it or not, she is going to come for me. “Look at me,” I tell her, not moving away. I don’t want her to lose this feeling.

  She reluctantly opens her eyes and lifts her head just enough to see me. Her cheeks are pink with embarrassment and that only drives me on more. I take her pink mound lightly between my teeth and while looking at her I suck on it. Her mouth pops open and a loud gasp followed by a moan comes though. She is shocked at the sensation, I can clearly see that. I smile between her folds. “I told you, you’re going to come for me.”

  “I ahhh…Derrek, what’s going on?” She is clueless on what she is feeling, this makes me sad and yet hopeful. I know I can do this for her and I want to be the first and last one to.

  I moan, because this is nearly almost too much for me. I want to be inside her so badly, but she needs this more than me right now, “You are about to come Honey Bee, I want to hear you, so don’t be shy, please,” I beg her.

  Her hips start to move more as I am on the hot pursuit of her climax. I can feel her opening begin to constrict and she is becoming even more wet as I go. She lifts her tight little ass up off my bed and she grabs my hair. “Ah, fuck…” I growl.

  “I’m sorry did I hurt you?” She sits up.

  “No, you didn’t this is just so fucking sexy, I am about to come in my own shorts.” I reach up and grab her breasts as I keep licking and sucking. Her hands tugging on my hair, I tweak and roll her nipples and that’s all it takes. She bucks up and I move with her, I keep going until I hear her scream in pleasure. “That’s right baby, let me hear you. This is all for you, I fucking love you.” She is moaning and screaming my name and I start to slow down and I get a good handful of her breasts and I lightly knead them. She starts to come down from her first orgasm. I kiss the insides of her thighs and up her belly. I crawl up her beautiful body that is now all mine.

  I lay between her legs with my enclosed erection nudging her core. She is breathing heavy and she has an arm draped over her eyes. Panting and smiling she is happy. I made her happy. I pull her arm away from her face and she gives me a big smile and she pushes her hips up and I can feel her wetness through my shorts. “Ah, if you keep doing that I am going to come right now, before I even get the privilege of being inside of you.”

  Her eyes widen slightly, then she reaches down to try and push my shorts down. She is up by my ear and she whispers, “I need to feel you Derrek.” She looks me in the eyes and what she says next will stay with me forever, “Make love to me. I have never been made love to, only used.”

  I pull back and slide my boxers off and return between her thighs. Shit a condom, I reach over her to the side and open my night stand drawer, where I keep them stashed. She watches me intently as I tear open the gold foil packet and I sit back on my heels and slide it on. She watches my every move and her lip is back between her teeth. I move forward and take that lips between my own teeth and then give it a little suck. Her hips move up and I am fixed at her opening. “I love you Margot,” I tell her before I slowly slid into a little bit of heaven. We make love slowly, taking one another in for as long as I can stand it. I reach down and play with her clit as I’m reaching my peak and when she starts to whimper again I pick up my pace. I never take my eyes off of hers and when we finally come together this is where I belong. I thought I was living before. Before Margot everything was dull, lacking in pigment but with her here and being with me and being mine, everything is shining in bright Technicolor. “Tell me what you’re thinking,” I ask of her. I prop myself up on my side and watch her.

  “I didn’t think I could do that,” She answers shaking her head in disbelief.

  I take her hands, “I don’t think it had anything to do with your body, but more about your trust and everything you kept bottled up. You had a tough life, and I don’t even feel like that word is enough to describe what you’ve been through. I think because you finally opened up and the fact you trust me with your secrets and feelings it allowed you to open up for more.”

  She leans forward and kisses me. She looks around the room and her hand goes to her mouth. She climbs out of bed taking the sheet with her, walking to my dresser to run her fingers lightly over her blue fox cookie jar, “You fixed it?” She asks stunned, looking back over at me.

  “I did. Why do you look so surprised?”

  She open the jar carefully, probably measuring up my handyman capabilities. When she looks inside she tosses her head back and laughs a little laugh and reaches into the fox, “You even filled it with honey packets?” She pulls a few out and returns to head to the body and trots back over to the bed. She hands me one and I study her as she carefully tears off a little corner and brin
gs the little white and yellow packet to her mouth. She squeezes the gold liquid into her mouth and it’s like a, erotic scene. As simple and innocent of an act that this is, it has me growing hard again.

  She peers up at me through her long lashes, “What?” She asks shyly. I tear my own packet open with my teeth and do the same that she just did. Her eyes stay on mine and when she realizes how it looks she licks her lips and smiles, “Oh…”

  I called Fancy to tell her that I would be staying with Derrek for a little while and she was a little sad that I wasn’t going to be there with her to watch her favorite TV show with her sexy vampire, that she loves so much. But she was happy to see me happy and to have Derrek. But that I would see her at the bakery in the morning.

  “He is such a good guy Margot, I know you have heard about his reputation, but that doesn’t make him into who he is now.” She tells me at the bakery the next morning after leaving Derrek in bed before the sun came up. I am still adjusting to getting up so early, but I love going to work every day now.

  I smile at the thought of him laying half under the covers and the other naked half sprawled out over his large bed. “I know.”

  We have a moment when no one comes into the bakery and she nudges me, “So, are you going to tell me how he is?” She winks at me. Her cute southern accent drawls out her question.

  I wipe my hands on the apron I am wearing and play with her, “I don’t know what you mean.”

  She points a finger at me, “Like hell you don’t missy! I want details! I know you slept with him.”

  “Made love,” I correct her quickly, then blush at my sudden confirmation that we have in fact made love together. It’s all so fast, but in a way it isn’t. I was fighting my feeling for Derrek for a while, since the day I met him in fact. The night I gave a stranger my umbrella and the day I got it back.

  Fancy walks up behind me and swats my back side and I jump with a giggle, “I knew it all along! I had a feeling about you two. I am just happy to see those toxic bastards out of your life.”

  “Me too, more than you even know.”

  It had been a few weeks and everything has been going great. I have been talking more about everything, not just my past but everything I am feeling and thinking, something I didn’t do with anyone else. I was too afraid of be ridiculed. The bakery is great and practice with the girls was a blast and great outlet for me also.

  He also took me to that concert he was telling me about. We had missed the original date, but he drove us a couple hours away to catch another show. He was right though, I did enjoy a faster, harder sound when it came to music I feel like I had been missing out on it my whole adult life. We ran into Justin there and even though we have been fine since talking a while ago and I would see him here and there at practice, it was awkward seeing him there on a date.

  The first band is going on and Derrek has his arms around my waist as he stands behind me. A guy with face make up comes out on stage, it looks like his veins are showing through shite skins and one eye is blacked out. He is carrying an accordion and I can’t help but let a little giggle escape from me. I look up at Derrek and he shrugs his shoulders. I guess he doesn’t know how these guys are. The guy starts to play his accordion and he has a maniacal grin on his face, it’s borderline funny and creepy. Then the rest of the band joins him on the stage and each of them are dressed up as well. One has long curly hair and his face is painted and so are two others, the bassist on the other hand is dressed up like a classic Joker from Batman, pretty sweet looking. Their sound is hard, but you can still understand them, something that I even know is hard to come by with a metal band. The lead singer has an amazing voice, it’s harsh at times, but very melodic. When they are halfway through their set they announce that they are Sunflower Dead. I make a note of this band and want to stop by their table to get their album. Then they play a softer song and the words hit me like a ton of bricks, “Starting over again I couldn’t change the past, I couldn’t change the blame, I couldn’t change so I lost it again…my dreams are so telling of feelings I’ve died my body is half cold, but my heart still beats on, so I’m still alive…”

  That is the kind of song that stick with you for a lifetime. When their set is over I turn around and look up at Derrek, he gives me a soft kiss, “So what did you think of those guys?” He asks me.

  “I really liked them. Do you mind if we go over to their merch table for a CD and picture?” I really need to tell them how much they impacted me. I would assume bands like to hear that sort of thing. We go over and wait for them to come out, when they do I’m shy at first but I lean in and tell them all how amazing I thought they were and that I would be telling people about them.

  “Well I’m glad you enjoyed the show…” The lead singer whose name is Michael asks me what my name is.

  I hold out my hand and take his, “Margot and this is my…”

  Derrek leans in and takes his hand after letting go of mine, “Boyfriend.”

  “Nice to meet you boyfriend, this is,” Pointing to each member, who raise their hands at their name, “Jaboo, Jamie, Leighton or ‘Lats’ as we call him, and Jimmy.”

  I smile from ear to ear and we pay for my CD and they give me some stickers. “Can we get a picture? I ask before I nearly forget.”

  “Of course Margot!”

  I look around for someone to take the phone and Justin is standing right behind me and he takes my phone and offers to take the photo for me. I smile and thank him immediately. Derrek and I stand with the guys of Sunflower Dead and get the picture. I thank them for the one millionth time and say bye.

  “Hey Margot.” Justin greets me.

  “Hey!” I reach up and give him a friendly hug. “Thank you for taking the picture,” When I step back Derrek takes my hand. I don’t think he is doing to mark his territory, but then again he is a guy.

  He looks past me and to Derrek, “Hey cuz.”

  Derrek holds out his fist and they bump em’, I am glad to see them starting to get along. “Who’s the girl?” Derrek asks. I look, because I didn’t notice a girl with Justin at first. She is average height and has shoulder length chestnut brown hair and she is cute. Not the normal slutty style girl you see around so much.

  He puts an arm around her shoulder and introduces us, “Derrek, Margot this is Alison.”

  I hold out my hand and say hi, so does Derrek. “Are you two a thing?” He asks Justin, knowing fully well that he is putting him on the spot, just to watch him squirm.

  “We are,” He admits with a smile and kisses the top of her head. I’m happy for him, she seems like a down to earth kind of girl. “Okay well, have fun you two and we should all get together some time.” He suggests.

  “Sounds good,” Derrek answers and gives his cousin a man hug. Alison and I laugh at the gesture. They say they’re good, but it still looks awkward.

  As the night went on I fell in love with another band, the headliner band: Powerman 5000. I loosen up and dance with Derrek for the rest of the show.

  Derrek is an amazing coach and doesn’t freak out when I fall or get knocked down. He knows that I’m a tough one. On the nights I get banged up pretty good he draws me a bath in his amazing tub and rubs my sore muscles. What I love the most about that tub is that we can both fit in there. Like last night, oh my. He had surprised me with a stock pile of my favorite lavender and honey body wash and even got me the matching lotion and bubble bath. When I walk into the bathroom it is full of candles and steam hit me with my favorite scent. He was taking care of me which isn’t something I am used to.

  I climb into the bath and as soon as I’m sitting he comes behind me and pulls my ponytail down and lets my hair fall into the bath water. He uses a cup to dampen my hair and then he begins to wash my hair. I never thought that I would find the kind of love he is giving me. I close my eyes and let him lather and rinse my hair. He trails his hands down to my shoulders and begins massaging my neck and shoulders. I let my head fall back and a light moan ri
ses from my throat. I arch my back allowing him access to move further down my wet, soapy body. His grazes over my breasts and grabs them with full handfuls. He kisses my neck and I ask him to join me. Standing he undresses slowly, allowing me to watch and take in the sight of his sculpted, toned, lean body. I get to see all of his tattoos, from his sleeve and shoulders and I will never grow tired of what looks like a Viking dragon blade piece which dips down into his pelvic area.

  I move forward so he can slide in behind me. His legs outstretch on the outsides of mine, his legs are long and strong I can’t help but run my hands up and down them. He continues to touch and feel all over my body. He pulls my head back so it’s resting on his shoulder and he kisses me long and hard, his tongue in hot pursuit of mine and I love the taste of him. He is quickly getting aroused as I can feel it nudging me in the back.

  “Lean forward a little and come back down slowly,” He drawls out in a seductive voice. I feel tingles of excitement course over my body. I eagerly do what he has asked and I grip his legs for support and when I go to sit back down I encase his shaft around my needy entrance. When I finally take all of him in and he moans, “Ah, you are so amazing and beautiful. The things you make me feel Honey Bee…”

  I start with little movements, getting a feel for being in a tub. I have never done anything outside of the box and Derrek has been tearing that box down little by little, piece by piece. I feel like I am finally becoming who I have always dreamt of.

  His hand find my breasts again and the other moves forward to my clit, he pinches and rubs both and I know that it isn’t going to take me long. The soapy water makes his fingers glide over my sensitive mounds and I begin to move faster, “Easy baby,” I try to calm down, but I fail.