The First Night

The First Night

The salt water dripped off the ends of my hair and onto my bare shoulders as I walked up the front drive of my house in Bishopville. Ocean City had been in the midst of a heat wave the entire month, and today my beach had been overly crowded. I had blown my whistle non-stop from 10am until 5pm, not even breaking for lunch, but instead flagging the neighboring guard to send me a sandwich and bottle of iced tea from Mad Hatters. I should have known better than to sign up for guarding the surf beach. I was so glad this day was over...now I could relax and wait for Jehu to arrive. He was flying in for the first time today. I had taken a few days off to spend with him, and boy was I ready for this mini-vacation.

I made it up the steps and to the front door before Charlie started to yelp from inside. God I love that dog. Finding the door locked, I fished around my guard bag for my keys, and then opened the door, allowing the cold air from the AC to wash over my body as I breathed in the smell of home. Charlie lapped the dripping salt water off my legs as I walked past the living room, dropping my bag and flip-flops in the hall, and stepped into the kitchen. I instantly noticed the note on the table, stark white against the dark, mahogany table. I skimmed it quickly as I picked at a bowl of grapes next to it.

Kate: Sorry we didn't catch you before you left this morning...you always have been the early riser in this family. We're off for the next few days, taking Sarah to MWU to meet the girls she'll be playing with next season. Tell your friend we can't wait to meet him and to make himself at home until we get back. Love you!! Have fun! -Mom & Dad

Wow, the house to Will and myself for a few days. This could be a weekend that I hadn't expected, but had longed for with every inch of my body. Getting goose bumps just thinking about his presence in a few hours, I knew I had to move fast. Reaching down to give Charlie a good belly rub, I looked at the clock: 5:13pm. He was planning to arrive here around 7pm, which didn't leave me much time. I gave my pup one more loving pat, grabbed my belongings from the hallway, and practically skipped upstairs to shower.

Pulling a sundress over my head, I dotted Hypnotic Poison on my wrists, behind my neck, and after a moment of hesitation, a single shot inside my dress.You never know, I thought to myself. I straightened my room, opened the window and lit a few of my slowest burning candles.Sexy. Exactly what I was going for. I sprayed some of my perfume on the freshly washed sheets before spreading them onto the bed, admiring the colors of my newly remodeled room. The spring green of the walls and clean white lines of the sheets, curtains, and molding contrasted beautifully with the dark blue of the carpeting and the rich, mahogany of the furniture. The candles cast a romantic glow over the wood and the breeze from the open window made the curtains billow into the center of the room.Perfect enough for a movie...it's just missing some music. But that can come later; don't want to jump the gun.

Flitting downstairs, I admired the feel of the cotton, yellow dress against my smooth skin. Tanned and silky from my coconut oil lotion, I glanced at my reflection in the front door as I passed, my blonde hair offsetting the turquoise in my earrings, knowing that Jehu wouldn't care what I wore, but this would definitely knock his socks off. I stepped out into the back yard, turned on the grill, lit the tiki torches, and walked off to the vegetable garden to start dinner.

Sitting on the edge of the porch swing watching Charlie chase the emerging fireflies, I ran over the meal I was preparing in my head. Fresh salads from the garden, fresh brewed sweet tea, and blackened, grilled red snapper all served al fresco. Dessert was fresh strawberries, marinated in their own juices, which were currently chilling on ice next to the champagne. The clock read quarter of 7pm, and the only thing left on my list before Will arrived was to reapply my lip-gloss, turn on the turntables, and remember to breathe.

Leaning with my hip against the railing and my foot propped up against the banister, I watched the taxi pull up the street and stop in front of my house. Hidden behind the hanging branches of the corkscrew willow, Will stepped out, pulling a single bag from the seat, while simultaneously handing the driver his fare. Resisting the urge to sprint towards him or burst into "happy tears," I waited until his eyes locked in mine, and I stepped down into the grass and towards him. Seconds seemed like minutes as we moved closer to each other, stopping a foot or so from touching, allowing our eyes to scan the faces we waited so long to see. Other than the breeze dancing through the leafy foliage, there was silence. Will raised a hand very slowly, as if he was afraid that this moment was all imagined, afraid that if he attempted to touch me I would vaporize and float away with his dream, waking again to his empty bed in Colorado. His fingers grazed my forehead, brushing a few strands of hair out of my eyes. He tucked them ever so gently behind my ear as my eyes closed and I let out the breath I had been holding unconsciously. Dropping his bag along with his inhibitions, he whispered my name as the hand behind my ear grasped the back of my neck and pulled me into him.

If there were a kiss to go down as the best kiss in humankind's history, this one would be it. We kissed as if the world would end when we stopped. The first touch of my lips to his had caused an electric current to run through my body, and as he parted my lips with his tongue, I let a quiet moan of pleasure escape. Using this as a signal, Will changed the angle, kissing me deep and long, with more passion than I had ever experienced in a kiss. His arms circled around my waist, pulling me up and into him, holding me as I had so wanted to be held. Breaking the kiss, our foreheads leaning against each other as we breathed heavily. Pulling back a step, he held my face in his hands, sliding his thumbs over my cheeks before moving his hands down to my shoulders. His eyes penetrated mine, forcing time to flee and the earth to stand still as we watched the love between us glow like halos around a candle's flame. The serious moment reflected our capricious personalities as Jehu scooped me up and spun me around, the two of us laughing as we moved the world into motion again.

After giving him a tour of the yard and the house, Will and I sat casually at the picnic table in the back yard. Dusk had settled giving the sky a violet hue streaked with orange clouds. Fireflies pirouetted across the lawn, the only lights visible other than the bakers dozen of tiki torches I had stationed around the yard. The clean linen tablecloth over the picnic table was now littered with dirty napkins and glasses, the plates on the ground for Charlie to lick. It felt so natural to be in the crook of Will's arm, my head resting next to his, my fingers laced through his. Our feet, bare and crossed together on the grass, looked perfect together. I wondered if he knew how naturally comfortable this felt. Glancing up at him, I saw that he had already had his eyes shifted down towards my face. Placing a kiss on the tip of my nose, he asked if he could help with the dishes. Feeling a mosquito bite my ankle, I took his offer and began to gather up the dishes. He took them from my hands, laying his lips on mine long enough to leave me breathless, and strode into the house with Charlie at his heels.

We stood next to each other in my kitchen, he washing and I drying, as we talked about his trip here. He wove a lovely anecdote of his plane ride between a fat, snoring man who smelled like cheese, and an elderly woman who kept whispering to herself that 'Cocoa' would be just fine. Laughing until tears brimmed my eyes, I couldn't help but to turn to him and say it.

"I love you." He stopped washing and placed his hands on the sink edge. For a moment I stood there wringing the towel in my hands, my mind racing.Oh no, he's finally met me and changed his mind about me. But he seems to be having a good time, he loved the dinner, he loved the yard, the house, the music, the ambiance....maybe that's it. Maybe he loves it all too much. He's overwhelmed and he thinks I'm trying to hard. Oh God, I don't want to scare him away so fast. He's still not moving, he hasn't said anything, what do I do? Do I make a joke? Break the silence? I can't think! I don't know any jokes, I'm not funny!! What if he thin---

"I love you. Oh Kate, I've wanted to say that since I stepped out of the cab, I just wasn't sure if it would be a good idea until we were more comfortable and settled with each other. But I do, I love you so much." Will stepped forward and wrapped me in his arms, our lips crushing together with intensity, the dishes forgotten. There was no waiting this time, we needed each other. We needed to be with each other.

"Come upstairs with me, let's go to bed early. I need you, now." The words had barely escaped my lips before Will had scooped me off my feet and was on his way up the stairs. I tilted my head forward and nibbled gently on his earlobe as he reached the top step, and for a moment he stopped to pull in a shuddered breath.

"Okay, now I've gone and lost all mobility and cognitive abilities. You might have to remind me which way your room is." He said softly. Giving his ear one last flick with my tongue, I pointed in the direction of the attic, and my room.

Shutting the door behind him, I put a record on the turntables. The album from the Summer Sessions surf movie; I swear it was made for sex and romantic nights. Will turned around as I dropped the needle on the vinyl and froze. The candles were still burning strong, and with perfect timing a warm breeze blew the curtains out, cutting through his line of sight for only a moment before revealing me standing at the edge of my bed, my hands on the hem of my dress. His eyes followed my hands as I lifted the dress over my head, moving much more slowly than I wanted to. My heart was racing and my hands were shaking. I wanted to move fast because of how nervous I was, but more than nerves was my conscious decision to make this last as long as possible, and to be as sensual as I could make it. I dropped the thin yellow dress into a pile, leaving, as the only articles on my body, my anklet and long earrings. I took several slow, small steps toward Will, who still stood with his hand on the doorknob. Reaching up to the collar of his shirt, I hooked my finger under the first button, and in one seamless motion, unbuttoned each button until his shirt hung open. Moving around behind him, I slid my hands up his back and over his shoulders, grasping the edges of the fabric and slipping it off his shoulders to join my dress on the floor. I allowed my hands to travel down his stomach, feeling his muscles tense with anticipation as I stopped at the front of his jeans. One button and zipper later and he was left as nude as I, with the addition of a massive erection. Pressing my body to his back, I kissed the back of his neck as my hand wrapped around his shaft. He was so hard and so thick, I couldn't wait to feel him inside of me, but I reminded myself that this was something to savor. We had both waited so long to be with each other, and now that we finally were, there was no way I was willing to waste it all on a quick, nervous go.

Pulling me in front of him, Will leaned down and laid his lips against my collarbone. His tongue slid up the side of my neck, stopping just below my ear, where he whispered, sending tingles through my thighs.

"I want you to know that this night is going to be the most incredible night of my life. I want this to be all for you, nothing matters but your pleasure, and I'm going to make that last until the sun comes up. Longer if we don't black out from exhaustion."

I couldn't wait any longer, I pushed up onto my toes, locking my lips on his for a passionate kiss, allowing my hands to wander over his smooth, taut skin. We made our way to the bed, where Will laid me back, pulling himself next to me. His hand skimmed over my chest and down my stomach. My chest rose in anticipation as he traced back up my torso, stopping again at my chest to cup my breast. He circled my nipple with his thumb and forefinger before giving it a gentle squeeze. I hadn't noticed his leg slowly parting mine, but as his hand slid back down my stomach to stop at my hip, I felt a breeze. He had indeed parted my legs, and was now grasping my wrists with one hand as he allowed his free hand to travel to my inner thigh. He touched my lips to his, ever so gently, as he slid his fingers up to my shaved pussy.

Slipping his fingers between the lips, he briefly touched my swollen clit, making me tense and gasp. Stopping for a moment to feel the pull of air from my lips against his, he smiled, kissed me softly, and began to caress where his fingers had just been. I was so close already, merely from longing, and his fingers felt so good. He broke rhythm and pushed them down and inside of me. I was so wet and I hadn't even cummed, I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. I wanted Will inside of me, and soon. He held my wrists together as I pushed away and against them, thrusting his fingers in and out as I strained against him. I was coming closer and closer, and right before I climaxed he withdrew, whispering 'not yet,' to me. Calming myself down slowly I slid my leg out from under his and pushed myself up. Positioning myself over him I slid myself down the length of his body, letting my lips trail across his skin, sending shivers down his spine. He grasped the sheets underneath us as I slid my tongue down around his balls, taking them in my mouth at the same time. Giving them the attention that balls deserve but never seem to get, I took my time, enjoying the muscles in his legs tense, relax, and tense again under my forearms. I moved up to his head, now glistening with precum, and covered it with my mouth. He tasted sweet and salty, and I wanted more of him. Taking his entire length into my mouth, I finally got a better idea of how big he really was. He was definitely the thickest I had ever encountered, and close to being one of the longest. He let out a cross between a grunt and a moan as I sucked, rolling his balls in my hands simultaneously. I felt his penis jerk and I knew he was going to cum, I almost pulled the same stunt he did on me and stopped, but a better idea came to my mind. I pulled him entirely into my mouth, and gave his balls one final squeeze when he shot into the back of my throat. Pulling every last drop from him, I kept him in my mouth, teasing and licking him until he was hard again, which only took a moment.

"Oh man. Kate..." he started. I slid my body up on top of his and looked down into his glassy eyes. He shut them as my hand slid over his newly formed erection, still wet from my mouth. "Kate, I love you." He whispered as I laid my lips on his. We kissed passionately for several minutes, fondling each other and letting our hands search every crevice and curve of each other's bodies. I moved to straddle him and held his arms open away from his sides. He was so hard that I knew I wouldn't need to lead him inside of me. Keeping our eyes locked on each other's, I lowered myself down, his head pushing into my hot, wet opening. With one push he was totally inside, and I allowed my whole weight to push against his loins. I contracted inside, not used to such a large implement inside of me. Taking in a few breaths Will asked me if I was all right.

"I'm so tight, it's been a while since I've had sex. And never that I've had someone so big inside of me." He looked at me as if he was about to protest, but I knew he could feel my tightness as well. I would get used to his size after awhile, but for now it felt so good as I pulled up, stopping just before he was totally out, then dropping back down slowly. We fell into a rhythm quickly and easily, comfortable with each other, and seeming to know what each other wanted as if we had already spent years together. I rode him, starting slowly but moving faster and faster, until the sound of our skin slapping together over powered the music from the turntables. I rose and fell, dropping my grip on his arms to pull my hair back from my face, feeling like I was flying instead of thrusting. I felt my body shudder and knew I was about to cum, and feeling his hips seize under mine, I knew he was going to cum with me. Sliding one hand down to touch myself, I tumbled over the edge, letting out a loud moan as my body tensed and released, cumming with him inside me. When I contracted and came, Will followed stride and bucked under me, cumming concurrently. I fell against him, our bodies gleaming with a film of sweat, our chests rising and falling deeply against each other. My legs still wrapped around him, and he still inside of me, Will crossed his arms across my back, kissing the top of my head, which laid on his heaving chest. The warm breeze from the window had blown out almost all the candles and served to cool our steaming bodies. Pulling a sheet over us so I wouldn't get cold as our sweat dried, Will kissed me again and ran his hands over my back. After lying together in comfortable silence for a while, Jehu moved to see my face and began to speak.

"If there could be any one moment I could relive at any given time, this would be the one. The sex was incredible, the foreplay was beyond comparison, but this, right here, beats all of it. Lying with you, holding you, this is what I dreamed of for so long. Feeling nothing but skin against skin, my heart beat sounding with your heartbeat, smelling the love we just made mingled with your scent, knowing that you are mine and we are finally together...this is everything. This is love." A tear rolled hotly down my cheek and onto his shoulder as the words he spoke sunk into me. I was taken aback with love for him, and I knew that at the end of his stay I would either go with him, or make plans for him to stay here. He rolled me gently onto my back and, feeling that he was hard again, began to slowly side in and out of me. We held each other, our cheeks pressed together, as we made love. The first go had been sex, pure, hot, unbridled sex. But this was love. This was the only time I can recall making love.

As I realized this, I felt his hand move down to my side. He pushed up and, still sliding slowly in and out of me, he placed his hand below my bellybutton. His index finger moved down the top of my slit, and in to meet my clit, where he began to circle it in little figure eights. Moving his finger slowly, making love to me slowly, and now leaning down to kiss me deeply and slowly, I had never been so paid attention to in bed. Never have I felt such determined patience to make me feel this good. I know guys, the faster and deeper the better, the majority of the time. But Will made certain to move slowly, deeply, patiently. Making every sensation build and seem more powerful than the last. Sliding out of me, he used his shaft, wet from being inside me, to massage my clit instead of his finger. He smiled at the shaky moan that fell from my lips, pushing himself back inside of me and replacing the head of his penis with two fingers.

Rising and falling a bit faster but still at a much slower pace than normal, Will gasped as I deliberately tightened my muscles inside, sucking him deeper inside me. Pushing my legs open even wider as he pushed into me, he said, "Don't think I'm crazy, but I think I'm going to cum again." I didn't think he was crazy, considering I was so close it was unbelievable. I pulled my left leg up and placed it over his shoulder as he watched with wide eyes. He knew I was flexible, but I'm almost positive that he didn't see this coming. Now pushing deep, he reached farther than he had ever felt before. Pressing my thigh to my shoulder, my knee into the pillow next to my head, he continued to rub my clit.