Untangle Me

by Chelle Bliss

  Kayden threw a fifty on the bar top and stood up. I followed suit a moment later. My body swayed from the change in altitude.

  “Steady,” he said as his arms wrapped around my torso.

  I giggled as he helped me down the stairs. The air in the French Quarter had become stale from the throngs of people. The sun had set while we enjoyed our meal and the street was illuminated by neon signs.

  “I could use a cup of coffee.”

  We approached Café Du Monde and a heavenly a scent filled my nose causing my mouth to water. The white building was decorated with a large green canopy to protect diners from the elements. The line stretched down the sidewalk and we found a spot in the back. Kayden wrapped his arms around me and held me as we waited. His lips brushed against my ear as I stared at the stars twinkling above. I watched him place the order for me. I studied him, his smile, his body, and joy. He radiated sexiness and I wanted more of him, of it.

  I sipped my coffee and swirled it around on my tongue. The taste was different than my normal brew, smooth and less bitter. We walked around the city until our coffee was finished and fatigue enveloped us. An illuminated sign filled my vision—The Funky Pirate.

  “Would you like to sit down for a while?” he asked.

  “Please.”

  The funky jazz music filled the air along with the stench of nicotine. Kayden held my hand as he walked through the bar and opened a set of wooden slatted double doors. On the other side was a majestic courtyard. The courtyard was surrounded by brick walls lined with climbing vines entwined with beautiful white flowers. The ground was covered in brick and tropical shrubs and flowers. The lights twinkled above held by a string and created a romantic atmosphere. The courtyard was void of all people, but the music flowed throughout.

  Kayden ordered a round of drinks to cool us down after the long walk, and I didn’t know if I could keep up with his ability to consume liquor. I put my legs over his, and he stroked my knee and thighs. We were alone, other than a trickle of people walking to and fro. It was romantic and sexy, but the alcohol was overcoming my ability to stay awake. I needed to sleep, and I wanted to be truly alone with Kayden.

  The trolley was standing room only. Kayden gripped the bar above his head with one hand and wrapped his arm around me with the other.

  “Lean against me,” he whispered in my ear.

  I obeyed his request; I wouldn’t have been able to stay upright without his help. The interior was dark and murmurs filled the air. The trip went by in a blur and I slipped on the step on the way out of the trolley.

  “Up we go,” he said as he scooped me into his arms and carrying me to his truck.

  He propped me against the side of the truck, steadying me with one arm, while unlocking the door. He helped me inside and made sure I didn’t hit my head by using his hand as a barrier. My eyes closed at the comfort of being seated in a quiet dark place. It was so tranquil and my body was so relaxed. The darkness consumed me.

  “Sophia, we’re back,” he said as he touched my cheek to rouse me from my slumber.

  “No,” I said as I swatted his hand away.

  “Come on, baby doll.”

  He opened my door and hoisted me into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his strong lean shoulders and nuzzled my face into his neck. I inhaled deeply and almost tasted his scent. I could get lost in his scent and touch.

  After he placed me on the bed, Kayden began to remove my sandals. I had been floating on a cloud until this moment. My mind snapped back into reality and the brief sleep helped me regain my clarity. My eyes shot open and all I could do was watch him undress me. The room was illuminated by candle light and the flickers danced on the walls.

  “Is it okay that I’m doing this, Sophia?” Kayden asked, momentarily stopping all movement.

  “It’s perfect, don’t stop,” I said with a giggle.

  “Everything?” he asked, giving me a second chance to back out.

  “Everything,” I said firmly.

  Kayden began to remove his shirt and I watched in wonderment. I hadn’t seen him without his clothes until this moment. His torso was long, lean, and covered in a smattering of dark hair. My eyes drifted from his chest to his taught abs and froze. He was unbuttoning his shorts and I was riveted. He removed them slowly, and his cock sprang free as the shorts drifted to his feet.

  “You’re on the pill, right baby?” he asked.

  I swallowed hard, “Yes and my last checkup was clean.”

  “Mine too, I was tested last month and hadn’t been with anyone weeks before that.” He said crawling into bed.

  A lump formed in my through and my palms began to sweat. My heart was pounding so ferociously in my chest it had to be audible. He threw my tank top off to the side and it crumpled on the floor. I arched my back to give him access to unhook my bra and it quickly followed the same path.

  His lips trailed a bath down my center to my shorts and he paused. He glanced at me asking for permission… I granted it with a smile. He undid the button with his teeth, but kept his eyes glued to mine. He sat up on his knees and slowly shimming them down my legs. Once my shorts were removed I placed my legs wide enough for his body to fit snuggly between. He climbed up my body and began to kiss me passionately as our hands explored each other’s bodies. His skin was soft and warm, and I ran my fingertips over his back as he kissed me deeply, and we nibbled on each other’s lips. His lips were full and smooth—and I couldn’t get enough of them... I wanted to devour him.

  The night had been filled with teasing and foreplay, and my pussy wept for him. He slid his fingers over my opening to check my readiness.

  “I want to feel you, Sophia, skin against skin,” he said in my ear.

  “Yes,” I moaned.

  He stroked the head of his cock over my wetness. We had teased, kissed, and touched so much over the last seven hours that I was aching for him. I thought I was ready for him, but when he began to slide inside of me, I felt my body stretch painful to adapt to the fullness. His cock impaled me and I bit his shoulder to stop myself from crying out. His hips rocked slowly back and forth.

  “You feel so fucking good,” he said as he fully nestled his cock inside me.

  I moaned in his ear as he withdrew his cock and slammed it back into my body. My back arched and I was sore from the intrusion. I wrapped my legs around his back and hooked my feet together. The thrusts became relentless and never ending. My body was strumming from the sensation of his cock moving inside of me. My body tensed and he began to pick up speed. He pumped faster and harder until my body became undone. Flashes of light filled my eyes as my breath left me. I held his shoulder, unable to form a sound. The ripples of pleasure filled my world and everything else ceased to exist. My body grew limp under his, he became tense, and his rhythm became erratic. His breathing changed and his eyes closed. I watched his face in wonder as I watched him savor the same ecstasy that had filled my very being moments earlier.

  No one had ever made love to me in the way Kayden had. My world had been altered permanently, and I knew that all before him were mediocre lovers. He had ruined me for all other men.

  He rested his forehead against mine and caught his breath. His lips swept across mine in a tender loving gesture. His body fell to my side and he put his arm above his head.

  “I want to hold you,” he said.

  I immediately moved my body into the crook of his arm and wrapped my legs around his. I rested my arm on his chest and splayed my fingers in his goatee. I played with the hair on his face until I drifted into a peaceful sleep.

  My stomach was doing flips and my eyes popped open. The alcohol I consumed last night had made me queasy. I couldn’t get comfortable. It was early, and we’d only slept a couple of hours. He opened his eyes and looked at me. I prayed he didn’t regret anything and that he would still be the sweet man he had been the night before.

  “Are you okay?” Kayden asked.

  “I don’t feel good. I don’t usually drink so muc
h. My stomach feels sick.”

  “What can I get you?” he asked me with a sympathetic look in his eyes.

  I wasn’t sure how to respond. I knew I needed something to help quell my stomach, but I was exhausted and wouldn’t be able to sleep feeling like I was.

  “Maybe something to help my stomach feel better.”

  “Let me go see what we have. I know we have to have something around here,” he said, stroking my face.

  I watched as he crawled out of bed and headed for the door. His body was beautiful, and I still couldn’t believe that I had sex with such a beautiful man. His ass was amazing—perfectly shaped and smooth. I didn’t want to take my eyes off of him.

  “Here, Soph, I found some medicine and some aspirin so you don’t end up with a headache.” he said as he sat next to me on the bed, holding a glass of water and the medicine.

  I gulped it down and he put the glass on the nightstand and crawled back under the covers with me. He grabbed me and pulled me close. I wrapped my body around him and curled up to drift back to sleep.

  “I don’t want to freak you out, but can I ask you something?”

  Panicked, I put my hand over his mouth and said, “No.”

  What the hell is he going to ask me? I don’t know if I wanted to hear it.

  My eyes were glued on him and my hand remained over his mouth. I remained frozen for a moment until he began to laugh against my palm. I spread my fingers just enough to allow sound to pass through.

  “Will you be my girlfriend, Sophia?”

  Is this a joke? My mind went blank… words escaped me.

  “Your words captured my heart, and I fell for you before I ever touched you. I didn’t want to open my heart to anyone, but you, you seeped into my veins bringing new meaning to my life. Being with you in person only made my feelings deeper for you, sealing my fate,” he said. “I want you to be mine… I will not share you with anyone.”

  “Yes, Kayden,” I said. His words stole my breath and warmed my body.

  Contentment overcame me, and I drifted back to sleep tucked into his arms. I woke to the sound of rain thumping against the window panes. Kayden was sitting on the edge of the bed rubbing his eyes.

  “I’ll be right back,” Kayden said to me as he picked his shorts off the floor.

  “I’m not going anywhere,” I said to him as I sprawled out on his bed.

  I heard the water turn on in the bathroom. I waited for him to return. I was too tired to do anything anyway. I heard noises coming from the kitchen as he moved around the apartment.

  “Come on, baby doll. I ran a bath for us,” he said to me as he pulled back the covers to reveal my flesh, his hands outstretched towards me.

  I grabbed his hands and let him pull me out of bed. I followed behind him as he guided us to the bathroom. When I entered the bathroom, he had not only made a bubble bath, but had candles flickering everywhere. It was romantic; no one had ever done anything like this for me before. I stopped in the doorway.

  “What’s wrong?” Kayden asked.

  “You did this for me?” I asked, still in shock.

  “Yes, for us. You don’t like it?” he asked concerned.

  “Oh, I love it. No one has ever made a bath for me. It’s sweet,” I told him. I could feel my eyes filling with water.

  “Well, get used to it. I want to take care of you. You deserve this, Sophia,” he said to me as he pulled me towards the bathtub.

  He stepped into the bathtub first and I followed behind him. He sat down and helped me situate myself to be comfortable. I leaned against his body and felt totally and utterly happy.

  “I know you don’t feel well today, so no sex. This isn’t just about sex for me,” he said to me.

  “No?”

  “Well, not now at least. I just want to lay here and enjoy being with you. Just relax.” He ran his fingertips up and down my arms.

  I relished in and craved his touch. I leaned back, rested my head upon his shoulder, and closed my eyes.

  “I needed this. It’s so relaxing,” I said to him in a hushed tone.

  “I am going to pamper you today and always, Sophia,” he whispered next to my ear.

  I mumbled, I was so relaxed I could barely speak. He continued to touch my skin softly and trickle water all over my body.

  “I haven’t been this happy in forever,” Kayden said to me.

  “You make me feel special—different—Kayden.”

  “You are. I’ve never known anyone like you. You make me look forward to each day and I want you to feel the same,” he said to me.

  “I thought you didn’t want another relationship?”

  “I thought I was through with love, but that was before I met you. I can’t imagine you not being in my life. I want you to be only mine,” he told me while stroking my cheek.

  “I’m glad I could open your heart again,” I said to him as I stroked his legs.

  I rested my head against his body and let the tranquility overcome me. He caressed and washed my entire body with a peach scented soap. My senses were overwhelmed.

  “Are you hungry?”

  “A little bit. My stomach feels almost normal again,” I replied while rubbing a hand over my belly.

  “I’m going to make us something to eat. I want you to rest in bed while I cook,” he said to me before kissing the back of my head.

  Kayden helped me out of the bath and grabbed a towel. He slowly and methodically dried my body off, and my heart melted. He was so kind and gentle. After he was done, I walked back into the bedroom and crawled in bed. Kayden entered the room right after me and tucked me in like my father used to do when I was a kid.

  “Rest a while. I’ll be back in a bit to check on you.” He kissed me on the lips. I watched as he disappeared into the hallway and I closed my eyes and thought about Kayden.

  “Sophia. Wake up, sleepyhead.” I heard Kayden whispering while touching my face.

  “I’m awake. Now.”

  “I’m making chicken soup, and it’s simmering on the stove. I thought I would come pamper you a little more,” he said to me as I sat up in the bed. “Can I brush your hair?”

  “Really? You want to brush my hair?” I replied with wide eyes and a dopey grin.

  “Yes, I love your hair,” he stated matter-of-factly walking towards my brush on the dresser.

  “Knock yourself out,” I said.

  “Come here and sit in front of me,” he said as he crawled on the bed and patted a spot in front of him.

  I did as I was told and sat in front of him. I hadn’t had another person brush my hair since my mother had when I was a kid. My hair was long and thick, and I hated brushing the tangled mess. He methodically worked through each section of hair and took his time. He made sure not to pull too hard or snag my hair. I sat there and relished the feeling of being pampered by him.

  “All done,” he said all too soon as he handed me the brush.

  “Thank you. That was so relaxing. I’ve never had anyone, besides my mother, brush my hair,” I said as I turned to face him.

  “I’ll do it for you, always,” he said as he kissed me on the lips, I wanted to believe what he said was true. “I have to go check on the soup.”

  “I’m sure it’s warm by now,” I said to him, not wanting him to leave.

  “Silly girl. I’m not reheating something from a can. I made it from scratch while you were sleeping,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief.

  “You made me homemade chicken noodle soup?” I asked, still not believing he took the time and care in feeding me.

  “I never eat soup from a can, gross. Stay here while I go check on it, and if it’s ready, I’ll bring you a bowl,” he told me as he stood up.

  I didn’t want this dream to end. Was I still asleep? Did this man really draw me a bath, brush my hair, and make me homemade soup?

  He walked back into the room with two mugs brimming with steaming liquid. The smell wafted from the doorway and reminded me of home. We stayed
barricaded inside his room all day watching movies, snuggling, and enjoying his homemade soup.

  Light filtered through my eyelashes and woke me from my sleep. Hot. My body felt like I was sleeping next to a fire, but it was Kayden’s naked body. I scooted away slowly just far enough to escape his heat. He was still fast asleep, and from my new position I could watch him sleep. He slept peacefully barely making a sound. He had a shadow on his face from his beard growing in, and his hand was tucked under his cheek. He looked almost childlike, unlike the wild sexual animal I knew was brewing under his cool façade.

  His eyes fluttered open and I quickly shut my eyes, I didn’t want him to know I had been staring.

  “Good morning, beautiful, I saw you looking at me,” he said.

  Busted. “I didn’t want you to think I was a weirdo,” I said as I opened my eyes and smiled at him.

  “I already know you’re a freak in the sheets, why not add creepy sleep watcher to your resume,” he laughed.

  “I’m not creepy,” I said as I smacked him playfully on his shoulder.

  “What do you want to do today?” he asked while reaching out to move the hair away from my face.

  “Can we go to the cemetery near the streetcar line and walk around?” I asked.

  “That’s different, I don’t think I’ve ever been there with anyone before,” he responded.

  We left the apartment and headed to the cemetery. It was a hot day, and the air was thick with humidity. The sky was lined with white puffy clouds, and it looked like it might rain. The cemetery was empty—we had it all to ourselves. Kayden held my hand as we walked to the gravesites.

  The gravesites weren’t the typical headstones that I had been accustomed to, small markers packed together row upon row, but they were unique buildings made of various types of stone. They were decorated with statues, stained glass, and iron gates. Multiple generations were buried inside the crypt-like structures. We peered through windows and entered the buildings that were open. While we were talking, the rain began to fall, but the sun continued to shine.