Lasting Lyric (15 page)

Wanting this for so long, I cannot believe
we
are really happening. It all feels like a dream, and somehow I’m going to wake up, and it’s all going to be gone. Praying it doesn’t happen, I continue to devour his mouth, and wash my crazy thoughts away. “Mmm. Isn’t this weird?” I murmur across his lips. This gives him a chance to go for my neck.
Oh yes
!

While Slim performs his God given talent on my neck all the while giving me all kinds of goosies down my spine - he murmurs back, “What’s weird?”

Allowing him more access, I tilt my head back, slightly moan, and wring my hands through the back of his hair.
God, he is so good at this
! “You. Me. Us? Who would have thought?”

He stops, pulls back, and intently looks into my eyes. “There’s always been an
us
, Lyric. We’re just…a different kind of
us
, now. Make sense?”

Wow. He makes it sound so normal, and right. “Yeah, I guess.”

He brings a hand to the back of my neck, and says, “No guessing,” then plants me one more sweet kiss on the lips. “I thought after dinner, and video games we can use the hot tub.”

“I didn’t bring a suit, again.”

“Don’t need one,” he winks. I blink and think, oh boy this is it. Time to get naked. Time for some amazing hot tub romance.
Hot tub, naked Slim.
“You up for it? Or you think it’s moving us too fast?”

“No,” I quickly say. “I’m up for it. Definitely.”

“Good. Can’t wait.” He dives his mouth back on mine, and we make out for a little while longer, getting the feel of each other before the ding of the kitchen timer goes off. Time for dinner.

“Timer went off.”

“Yeah. On it.”

And he leaves me on the couch, all hot and bothered, and wanting more.

Dinner was outstanding. I don’t care if it’s just pasta and meat sauce, Slim can really cook! The sauce was homemade, not from a jar, so that was a huge plus on his part. He really is a great cook. For the first time we sat in the dining room, adjacent from the living room. We had candles lit, wine and
Rhett Price
, playing in the background. That man can play a mean tune on his violin. He’s truly amazing to listen to.

I was stuffed after dinner, but Slim being Slim wanted me to taste the cheesecake he made. Convincing him I was too full to take a bite, we decided to wait until after our video game competition. I have to give Slim some credit - he kicked my butt. He finally overturned all my victories, and made one for himself. The bet between us had taken root, and I was certainly not objecting to it.

Slim hadn’t stopped gloating throughout dessert. The grin never left his face. Each bite he took, I could see the triumph shining in his eyes. I wanted to laugh, he was so cute. He was like a little boy who won the stuffed animal at the fair. Who knew he was such a softy, and a child at heart. I’ll give him his victory, for now, because next time he won’t be so lucky.

Once dessert was finished, and the table was cleared, Slim wanted to use the hot tub. No objections were needed, but now that I am undressing, the nerves are kicking in. The other night I was in a bathing suit, tonight…not so much. Being naked, for the first time, in front of Slim is making me feel all kinds of flutters inside my belly. You’d think I’d want to jump his bones at first sight, yet that’s not my problem. It’s the fact he’ll actually see
all
my flaws. The scar on my abdomen was from an appendectomy I had when I was five. I have always hated that scar. Too bad there wasn’t a better plastic surgeon back in the day. Although it’s not only my scar that’s bothering me, my stomach isn’t as flat as it seems. The small pooch makes it look like I have something hidden in there, like some Joey is going to pop out, and surprise everyone. Unike like my sister, Indie, my body isn’t perfect. I mean, yeah, I could totally have some work done on my imperfections, but having seen what it has done to my mom and other celebrities, I think I’ll just keep the scar, and the damn Joey. Hopefully Slim will accept it as well.

By the time I come outside, with my towel wrapped around me, Slim has already beat me to the tub. He’s a sly one, that guy. This means, I am going to have to unwrap the towel, and let everything hang loose.
He’ll see everything
!

The only thing I see from my point of view is Slim and the steaming, hot water, drifting above; the lights from the hot tub are glowing all around him, causing me to feel wetness between the legs. Holding tight onto my towel, I slowly walk toward the illuminating light, and the glorious man flesh awaiting for me. Sexy all as can be, Slim is mouth watering, gorgeous. His hair is already slicked back wet, and his arms are resting on the outer part of the tub. He’s staring at me. Even from afar, I can see the heat coming through those hazel eyes of his.

Taking a deep breath, I inch my way closer to him. “Why didn’t you wait for me?”

“So I could get the show I’ve been dying to see,” he wiggles his eyebrows.

Biting my lip, I mutter out, “Pervert.”

“Drop the towel, babe.”

“You’re making me nervous, stop.”

He moves over to the other side of the hot tub, near my toes, and lightly brushes the tips of them with his fingers. “Shouldn’t be nervous, it’s just me.”

I look down at him. “No, you’re not. You’re a new Slim, seeing me in a whole new way.”

“Isn’t that the best part? The fun part?” He grabs onto my ankles, and begins to glide his hands up my legs.
Oh boy, he’s got the golden touch.
“The unknown is what’s sexy, Charlie. Now…drop that towel.”

I can hear him getting impatient - I mean…well…not angry, impatient, but like he’s getting hungry, impatient. “Okay, but just so you know, I have this scar -”

“Towel. Now,” he clips at me. Oh yes, he’s hungry, and he’s not waiting any longer on my stalling. My babbling needs to stop. With him still at my feet, I slowly unwrap my towel, and let it drop behind me. I have no idea what to do with myself. Do I quickly get inside the tub, because it’s really cold out here, or do I allow Slim to look me up and down while he continues to rub my legs as if I am some Goddess to him? My arms stay by my side while I pretend I am that Goddess, because whether or not it’s cold out here, I really like how he’s looking at me. After what feels like eternity, Slim kisses one of my legs and says, “You are fucking stunning.” I’m stunning?
Me. Stunning.
He has no idea what that one simple word means to me. And how he said it? My nipples perked from the huskiness in his voice.

Or maybe the perkiness is from the cold wind that just blew right through me. “Can I get in now? It’s freezing out here.” He finally releases my legs, and I am able to step inside the heated tub.
Yes, this feels amazing.
The jets are on, so I lean my back against one of them to get a nice little massage. Slim scoots his way over to me and wraps an arm around my shoulders. With the bubbles from the jets, I can barely see the goodness that’s below Slim’s waist. Us, under the stars, flesh to flesh.
Magic.

My right hand floats over to his thigh.
Yes, that’s one nice, thick piece of flesh right there.
“Why can’t you take a compliment,” he asks, into my ear.

Why
can’t
I take a compliment? The only answer I can bring up is, “Because it’s you, that’s why. I told you, I’m not used to us being a
new
us.”

“I’m right there with ya, but I am definitely enjoying it.” He begins trailing his available hand along my collarbone, down to my breasts, brushing his fingers across my nipples - they suddenly harden. Then he slowly makes his way down to my belly, softly taking care of my skin like it’s velvet and fragile. He kisses the side of my cheek, inhaling my scent. Allowing him to take his time on me, I close my eyes, and squeeze his thigh while I quietly moan. “Seriously, Lyric, you’re…God, you’re just so insanely sexy, Shooter is having a difficult time settling down.” He suddenly tenses up, and so do I.

What did he just say?
“What? Who’s Shooter?” Slim discards himself from me, and wipes a hand down his face. He’s obviously embarrassed, yet I’m still wondering what he’s -
Oh. OH
! My eyes wander down to his happy place. From the looks of things, I can definitely make out a
happy
Shooter
. “Holy toledo,” I breathe out.

He lays his head back, pinching the corners of his eyes. “Fuck,” he groans.

I don’t know whether to burst out in laughter, or give
Shooter
a squeeze. This is going to be fun. “You named your…”

“Yeah, talk about embarrassment.
Hellz
me.”

I can’t contain my giggles any longer. “I think it’s adorable.”

“Bullshit.”

“I do,” still giggling. “Shooter is a good name for your pet.”

“Oh, so now my dick is like a pet to you?”

“I’m not the one who named it.”

“I’d really like to get off this topic right now, and make out with you.” Clearly my teasing is causing him more embarrassment, so I better shut up about his pet, before I ruin this whole evening, and kiss him. Slim relaxes, once again, and leads the way with his magic lips, and tongue. We’re tangled up in each other’s arms. The messy bun that’s on top of my head is now being tugged, and coming loose from the tightened grip Slim has on it. “I really love making out with you,” he murmurs across my lips. “Who knew it could be so damn fun.” I couldn’t agree more, and cannot utter out a single word. “Straddle me,” he grunts out. Without complaints, I straddle him. And what I can feel between my legs is a very happy man. No more teasing about his pet. Nope. Jokes are completely gone, out of my mind. Now, it’s about connection, passion, desire - love. All the things that I have ever felt about Slim. It’s here, and I am ready to take him inside me and show him how much he means to me. With urgency, I confess, “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

He tugs on the back of my bun, and stares into my eyes. Without a single word, his eyes talk to me. I have never seen them so dark before, it’s conflicting and consumes everything inside me. With the palms of my hands, they plaster up against his chest; the beating of his heart is so strong. “Woman…fuck - I’m ready to fuck you. So bad,” he says, through his gritted teeth.

Breathing hard and wanting this as much, if not more so than Slim does, I whisper, “Nothing is standing between us.”

His nostrils flare, brows pinched - he’s so intense right now. “Are we throwing the towel on the slow?”

“I like to believe we’re doing this at our own speed. Slim and Lyric speed.”

He bends my face in, kissing the loving ever mind out of me, I can feel his penis twitch. “Love our kind of speed.”

My hands leave his chest. One goes behind his neck, the other dips in the water. Yes, you know exactly where that hand is leading toward. “Me too,” I breathe out.

“So…hot tub sex?” Biting my bottom lip, I nod. “Perfect.”

On that note, Slim grabs my butt, squeezes it, while at the same time I am finally grasping onto his pet.
My pet.
The second I wrap my hand around it, Slim growls, and begins to travel his mouth all around me. All around my chest, I seriously cannot wait to put him inside me. Slowly, I center him, and gradually lead myself on his thick…cock - yes I said it. There is no other sexy word for this man’s penis. It’s a muscle that is sexy, thick, perfect for my body, and my body alone. The noises that are coming from our mouths are unlike any sounds I’ve ever heard us make together. We look at one another for a minute until I am comfortably seated. There aren’t any words that can be exchanged. There’s no reason for them. What is happening here is beyond anything we could ever say. We’re in the moment, relishing each other.

My hands go behind his neck, and his settle around my waist. We begin. I begin sliding up and down. Kissing as I slowly bounce, the water slushes all around us, causing small waves, and an overflow outside the tub. It’s a wonder we’re not making a tidal wave. Wow, he feels amazingly good, so good I take control, and move a little faster. As I bounce, Slim tweaks onto my nipples, biting, sucking until I am almost screaming because it hurts, yet I welcome it with open arms. The harder we kiss each other, the more I bounce. The more I bounce, the more I feel it coming. I rub my flesh against him, allowing my inner senses to go on overdrive. He knows it. So he takes a little of my control away, pushes me down hard, fast, over and over again, until I am splitting in two. Never in my wildest dreams, did I imagine screaming out the Holy Grail of all orgasms. It was fast. Too fast in my opinion. But we are not finished, not by a long shot.

After a rough, passionate, hot kiss, Slim makes sure my legs remain wrapped around his waist, as he stands from his seat. He slowly turns us around, and plants my butt on the cold concrete above the tub. I squeal from it, and begin to giggle, but Slim is in no mood to laugh. He’s in no mood for any of my silliness. He’s only in the mood for one thing, and that is to take me long and hard. He’s not hearing any complaints, whatsoever from me. Immediately I stop giggling. In one fast move, he’s back inside me, I lose my breath for a second. This is insane! Slim is a beast when it comes to sex. Holy moly, I’ve never seen this side of him before, I’m beginning to think my best friend has a split personality. This new Slim is not the funny, dorky, video gaming, I’m gonna beat your ass, Slim. No. This Slim is an animal, waiting to explode. I don’t know who I love more, and thank God I don’t have to choose, because I friggin’ love them both!

One, two, three more times, and his face plummets into my neck, groaning out his release. Goodness, so this is what being in love with the right man feels like? I won’t admit it to him just yet, I’m not ready, neither is he. But I am definitely happy, and am going to enjoy my discovery.

After Slim slides out, he gently settles me back inside the hot tub. He brings me to his side and kisses me soft and slow. Our tongues lavish against one another, getting the taste of what our lives could be like every day.

“Shit,” Slim mutters. “We didn’t use anything.”

Oh no, he’s right, we didn’t. Well, that was pretty stupid of us. But I don’t want him to feel guilty about this, and for this moment to get ruined. “It’s okay, I’m on the pill, but unless you’ve been with other women recently…”