“You want to know the truth about something? I am actually no longer planning to move.”
“What?” Phoenix said, more of a gasp than a question.
“It’s true,” I said, still standing by the door. “I still have a lot to figure out. If I had to guess, I don’t know that I’ll stay in Ashton and Springsville forever. But I do know that for the things I have to work on, moving isn’t going to help them. I’m just going to focus on what’s right here and right now.”
Phoenix shuffled his feet and folded his arms like he was waffling between looking proud and confident and unsure.
“So then, about us—”
“Don’t open that door.”
Phoenix looked crestfallen for just a second. If only he knew what was coming next.
“Because the minute I do, you know how I’ll act.”
I shot him a flirtatious grin. Phoenix stopped shuffling in place and unfolded his arms. Slowly, he walked toward me.
Everything seemed to move in slow motion, probably because we actually were moving slowly. No words needed to be spoken. He gradually closed the space between us; all the while, our eyes locked together. Words couldn’t suffice to describe the rising tension, the rising hope that when we closed the space, we would come back together as we had before.
When he got close enough that he could have pressed his lips on me, things still moved slowly. His hand gently cupped my hip, and mine his arm. His other hand gently rested on my cheek, and mine on his wrist. Our eyes spoke a thousand words, but our lips uttered none of them.
For what felt like a memory that would be frozen for eternity, the two of us just stood there, frozen in space, admiring each other, appearing in disbelief that we had this second chance. Would this really happen? Was this... was this going to happen?
And then he started to lean forward, halting every few inches, as if unsure if I was about to reject him. The tension was as thick as it had ever been between us, but the knife slicing through it was almost at the end.
He closed his eyes.Yes. This is right.I closed mine.
And our lips pressed together not in an erotic, fiery way, but in a tender, loving way. I’d seen kisses like this and I had fantasized about them, but I had never actually had one.
It was well worth waiting for someone like Phoenix to have a good one.
We moved into the bedroom, but it was not so much me leading him or him carrying me as it was the two of us moving as one. It wasn’t a literal dance, but in a sense, it felt like a waltz of sorts to the bed.
Clothes came off together simultaneously. There was no mad rush, no sense of urgency. We had all day, all night, and all the time in the world to do this. We’d know when things were going too slow; we didn’t need to make them faster for their own sake.
I tried to go down on Phoenix first, but he wouldn’t let me.
“At least let me pleasure you while you please me.”
That certainly wasn’t something that I was going to pass up, even if I couldn’t completely get rid of the urge to have my way with him. I rotated my body in a half-circle, backed up my hips toward his face, and grabbed his stiff cock.
And then my plan to have mutual pleasure got really difficult as he started to work on me.
I didn’t know why I hadn’t anticipated this, but focusing on pleasuring him was so damn hard when all I could focus on was how my hips were quivering and my legs felt like warm jelly. I think I gave a couple of half-hearted strokes and licked his shaft a few times before I just quit. I tried to get up so that I could return the favor fairly, but Phoenix had me beat in indisputable fashion in one regard—raw strength.
Simply put, even though I was on top, he had me pinned. And he held me down against his body as his tongue continued to work me off.
“Oh, Phoenix...”
And then it hit me.
I needed to stop resisting.
I didn’t need to be in control, not with Phoenix. I could let go. I could see what happened.
And almost instantaneously, as soon as I let go of that urge to dominate everything, an incredible orgasmic force started to form. And when it hit just seconds later, it was unlike anything I had ever felt. I had to bury my head into his legs and bite my lip because I started to scream and tense so much from that orgasm.
My God, how fucking good that felt!
