She'd just about given up when there was a slow knock on the door. She peeked through the window and saw him standing on the porch in a leather jacket and slicked back wet brown hair. He held onto his elbows and she felt guilty, so she went to open the door.
When she opened the door, his jitters stopped and he froze. She had only seen this look before in deer she'd almost unalived on country back roads.
"Hi," she said casually.
He just stared.
"Do you like my nightgown?" She asked.
He nodded his head.
"Well come in, silly, it's wet outside."
He walked inside and she brought him through the house and into the bedroom. She didn't want him to see the rest of her house in the light as she was afraid it was a bit of a mess. She had no idea that he couldn't have cared less at this moment but she cared and that was all that mattered.
In her room, she turned to face him, saying, "so... yeah, this is my place..." like a wind that blew in through the door across the plaines of Nebraska, he moved almost too quick for either to comprehend and pressed his lips to hers.
His hands wandered up and down her spine and his fingertips drank the warm richness of her body. She wasn't wearing underwear and only had a thin nightie on, but it didn't matter because both of them were laid naked in their passion. Their souls so heavily intertwined in that moment that the clothing and flesh stripped away and the hunger for eachother's warmth was all that was left.
He pulled back for a second and looked into her eyes with a comical seriousness and she laughed and said, "hi."
He smiled and said, "hi baby. I have longed for this since the moment I met you and your touch is everything I dreamed of."
"Good," she said. "Now how about I really blow your mind and we get under these covers?"
She pulled off the nightie and crawled under the blankets and she found out how fast an enamored man can remove his clothes. She got quite the laugh at his fumbling with his belt like an idiot and was actually pleased he wasn't even hard yet.
"I'm sorry," he said realizing he was unprepared.
"It's fine, darling. It's the journey that matters. Not the destination." She lifted the covers and he crawled in. His arms wrapped around her and her breasts pressed into his chest hair. He ran his finger up and down her arm and looked at her. "What?" She asked.
"Nothing. It's just that you are so much more than I ever expected."
She laughed. "Thanks? I guess?"
"It's not like that," he said. "I'm just... well I'm feeling soo lucky that I'm here with you tonight, Bella."
"I'm glad to be with you too," she said.
He pulled her in for a hug and kissed her neck. She kissed his back and held him just as hard as he held her. In their embrace, she felt his hands starting to wander and she rolled onto her back. His fingers found her clit and their lips met again as she let out a small gasp.
In an irish lilt, he said to her, "do ya know how fine ya are to me, darling? Would that the world could fit in my hands, I would not hold as much as this heart beating beneath me." He felt her grasp him and he began to grow.
...to be continued...
