seven
Maya
A s my breathing steadies and my heartbeat slows, panic sets in, nearly negating how good that orgasm made me feel. I don’t know what got into me. Why I acted in such a brazen fashion. Stripping in front of a guy? Demanding he do the same? Touching myself to show him…
I wait for the heat of embarrassment to replace passion’s flush, but it doesn’t happen. In fact, everything feels so right. Like the missing parts of my life have fallen into place.
All I had to do was fall in love with the right man. I’d attempted to ignore the signs. Love found me so suddenly I didn’t realize what was happening. I’d felt instant attraction to the muscular gymnast and spent too much time denying and fighting those feelings. Now I’ve accepted and acted on that love.
I’m not done yet. I need him to love me, too. How do I make this happen? No. I can’t make him love me. If all we have is sex, I’ll take the moments and cherish each one.
I’m not done yet tonight either. “Phil,” I sigh. “It’s your turn.”
“I don’t need anything, honey.”
“That hard poking at my hip tells me otherwise.”
“Not important.”
Careful of my knee, I wiggle onto my side facing him. “As much as you think my pleasure is important, that’s at least as much as I expect to give you.”
His grin is lazy and wickedly sexy as he strokes my side. “What do you have in mind?”
“You inside me.”
“Right to the point.”
I mirror how he touches me, discovering the ridges of his firm abdominal muscles. The trail of hair leading to his cock. Our mouths meet and with my tongue I show him what I want. “How do we do this?”
“Hmm. Kiss me again, baby doll.”
While his lips tease, he eases my braced knee, complete with its pillow, over his hip. His flexibility amazes me as he tugs another pillow from the head of the bed to the back of his thighs and arranges my leg.
“Okay? Any pain?”
I shake my head.
“Good.” His expression darkens. “We forgot protection.”
I snuggle against his chest and nip at his shoulder. “We already covered how it’s been a long time. For both of us.” Easing back, I can’t hold back my sigh. “Even though I never really thought I’d need it, I’ve been taking the shots.”
“And that makes you sad?” His confusion is endearing. Like I need more to love.
“Not really. I never believed I’d want to have babies with anyone.”
“And tonight? Us? Is this different?”
I can’t figure out his neutral tone. If I tell the truth and say yes, will that chase him away? We promised only truth.
“Everything is different with you. I want things I’ve never wanted before. To experience more than I believed possible. Truthfully, yes. I might be falling for you. Wanting babies. But only with you.”
A brilliant smile brightens his face. Candlelight reflects in his eyes. I glance away to trace the tribal tattoo band above his left elbow. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have just blurted that out. We don’t know each other that well. It’s too soo?—”
His fierce kiss swallows my apology. He cups my butt and pulls me closer to capture his hard cock against the seam of my sex. “I have more than fallen for you, Maya. You’re my heart and my soul. I love you. And yes, baby doll, making babies with you…” He executes a trio of short thrusts, igniting every nerve in my body. “…is a damn good idea.”
“You want babies? With me?”
“That’s not the important bit, honey. What you need to know, to always remember, is that I love you.”
“My heart and soul love you, too”
“Good. Now help a guy out here, will you? Guide me in.”
Lying on our sides, my knee propped comfortably, he enters me with a long, slow stroke. The angle is amazing and the intensity of a growing orgasm tightens with each thrust and retreat. I’ve never had sex in anything but the old traditional way but this position feels like it brings us closer. I tighten my arms around him and throw back my head.
His lips find the pulse point in my neck, sucking and laving my sensitized skin. Thrusts deepen to stroke my inner walls at a new angle. The nest of hair at his groin rubs my clit. When he slips one hand to my breast and tweaks my nipple, my hips strain toward him. I take more of him deep inside me. “I’m going…”
“Come for me, baby doll.”
“You first,” I gasp. “Only fair. Oh, oh, yes.”
“May—ah. Mine.”
With jerking thrusts his release spills heat to my core. My walls clench around him and, with a wordless keen, I explode into a universe of stars.
I’m not sure how long we lay entangled, struggling to catch our breath while sharing heated kisses. Too soon he eases away from me and slips from the bed. “Wait here,” he says.
“Yes.”
He goes into the bathroom and soon I hear the sound of water filling the deep soaker tub. Knowing how considerate he’s been all evening, he must be running a bath for me. Thank goodness my scar is healed enough for a bath. His concern screams after care and I melt a little inside. I think about telling him to add some of my favorite bubbles but he returns to grab the candles from the dresser and takes them into the bathroom.
“Let’s get this brace off,” he says matching actions to his words. This time I don’t complain when he scoops me into his arms. I could get used to this.
Leaning to one side he has me test the water temperature with my toes. “Perfect.”
He doesn’t set me in the tub. Instead he slowly steps into the water then sits, easing me between his spread thighs, my back against his chest. “This feels so good.”
“I don’t want you to feel anything but good with me, Maya. I know we’ll have some shit times. We both have insecurities and issues.”
“Everyone does. I’m willing to give us a try.”
“Just a try?” He’s nibbling at my neck and skimming a washcloth over my body. Gotta love a multitasker. And I do love him. Now and forever.
After a night of love and conversation we make a simple breakfast together. Phil shoves his scrambled eggs around his plate until I cover his hand with mine. “What’s wrong?”
He sets down the fork. “Nothing.”
“Don’t give me that. I know when a guy plays with his food, he’s got something on his mind. Do you regret last night?”
His eyes go wide with shock. “Fuck no, honey. Last night was perfect. You were perfect.”
“You’re not so bad yourself. What’s going on up here?” I tap his forehead.
“There’s something I’ve been thinking about. Something that involves you.”
I clasp my hands and with my elbows on the island, rest my chin against my fists. “Ooh, do tell.”
“It’s not so much a tell you thing. More of a show you kinda thing.”
“It’s Sunday. Neither one of us have to be anywhere. Show me.”
“Get dressed then and we’ll go.”
I’m a little disappointed his ‘thing’ doesn’t have anything to do with staying here and continuing the day in bed. There’ll be time for that later. “Okay. It shouldn’t take me long.”
“Uh, would you wear that dress again? The one you wore last night?”
Curious as to why he wants me to wear the dress that’s been a wrinkled pile on the floor since we got home yesterday, I nod and leave him putting dishes in the dishwasher.
“Why are we here?” I ask as we pull into the parking lot of Tolenski’s Gym. “Your show instead of tell is here? You could have done this yesterday.”
With a half smile and a one shoulder shrug, he says, “No, not really.”
He takes my hand and after he unlocks the door, we enter the building. “So, no one else is here?” I ask.
“Nope. Whole building is closed today. Follow me.”
The large gymnastics training room is eerie with the dim light filtering through the window lining the top of two walls. We stop at the pommel horse and he backs me up against the apparatus. “I’ve fantasized about you here.”
“What kind of fantasies?” His hard cock has formed an interesting bulge in his jeans so I’m pretty sure I’m right. “You mean like wet dreams?”
His snort of laughter eases the odd tightness of worry from around his eyes. “I suppose so.”
“Suppose so? You mean you?—”
His hard kiss stops my words. The fingers of one hand spear through my hair, twisting to make a knot of the short strands. Using his other hand, he tugs my skirt up. “You have to tell me, baby doll. Is this okay? I’m going to bend you over this horse and…”
“Fuck me from behind?”
Startled, he looks ready to deny my question, then when his hand moves to where I’m not wearing any panties—I had my hopes—his pupils expand and his mouth takes mine again. “Maya,” he groans.
“More than okay, Phil.”
“Then hang on, baby doll.” He flips me around and with his palm against my shoulder blades, pushes me forward between the wooden pommels. I grip them tightly as I spread my legs and tilt my butt higher. He bunches my skirt around my waist and strokes my butt cheeks. “God, Maya. You sure?”
“So sure. So ready.”
“Your knee?” I hear the rasp of his zipper and his exhale as he frees his cock.
“Never better. I need you. I need to feel…”
He tests me with a gentle swipe of his fingers then positions the head of his cock at my entrance. I’m so wet he easily slides deep. His hands move to my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh. This time is going to be fast, furious, and I’m going to love every moment.
“I should have… foreplay…prepared…” His hands pull me back as his hips jerk forward.
“Stop talking. Make me come.”
“There’s my bossy baby doll.” No more words are needed. The only sounds are the rising intensity of our uninhibited, pleasured cries, the slap of skin against skin each time he pounds into me. The pressure builds. I use the pommels to lift myself until my feet don’t touch the floor, giving him another angle. One hand moves from my hip to find the firm bundle of nerves aching for his touch.
One harsh word joins my panting breaths. “Now.”
Thumb tight and circling against my clit he buries himself deep within me. Wave after wave of a powerful orgasm blasts through me. My scream echoes off the gym’s high ceiling. The sound has barely faded when his shout rises as he joins me.
He collapses against my back, then eases some of the weight by wrapping his arms over the pommels. Our panting breaths are loud in the quiet space. “Holy fuck, baby doll.”
“No kidding.”
“Maya, I have something important to say.”
“I don’t know if I have energy to talk.”
He straightens, steps back, then pulls my skirt down and helps me stand. I turn and kiss him. “Okay, lover. Say what you have to say.”
“Maya, I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“Will you marry me?”
Tilting my head, I stare at him. His brows get lower the longer I remain silent. We’ve only just begun this relationship. It’s been fast. But somehow the timing seems just right. Why prolong the inevitable?
“Of course I will.”