Let's Make Tonight Special Pt. 02

It was half-past eight when we reached his house. He had already informed the others that we were tired and were calling it a night, so no more calls to bother us, unless something went wrong and we prayed that nothing did. It was our big night and we wanted it to be special. No, very special. On our way home, he had stopped to buy condoms and I couldn't for the life of me recall the last time I had turned so red. I admired the way he never ceased to be the sensible man that he was, even when his arousal was straining his jeans and having me right beside him was making matters worse.

"Are you hungry?" he asked, as we walked in to his cosy, two-storied house, "Do you want to have dinner before-"

I cut him short with a kiss, biting his bottom lip gently before soothing it with my tongue.

"I'm hungry for you," I murmured, my voice husky with desire, "For this."

He let out a groan as my hands travelled down to his groin and stroked his erection from above his jeans. He was as hard as steel and I was so ready for him. Securing the front door, he flung the keys to the table around the corner and easily scooped my five-feet-nothing frame in his arms. I giggled like a child as he carried me to his room and deep inside, I knew there was nothing we wanted more than a reason to be happy. In the last two weeks, none of us had spent a worriless moment. Meals, shower, sleep, work, friends, family... everything had gone for a toss. All we'd found ourselves doing was take turns at the hospital and hope for something good.

He put me down and shut the door, turning on a dim light in order to keep us from fumbling in the dark. I sat on the edge of the bed to take off my shoes, my heart racing and millions of thoughts running through my head. We had known each other for six years, when he was 19 and I, 16. Through the ups and downs of my life, the demands of his high-profile career, and the various uncertainties surrounding our relationship, we were finally there. On the threshold of completion. I looked up and saw him watching me intently.

"What?" I laughed, keeping the pair in one corner. He smiled and kneeled before me.

"Are you nervous?" he asked softly, taking my hands in his. I discreetly nodded.

"Me too," he laughed and I laughed back. He kissed the back of my palms, and even when he was trying to be all loving and romantic, I could make out the raw desire in his eyes.

"I can't say how badly I want you," he whispered, looking into my eyes, as he softly squeezed my hands, "You get me so aroused... But we'll take things at your pace. I just want you to be comfortable, okay?"

I wordlessly gazed into his eyes as he helped me to my feet. He was so tall and so strong, I could easily hide behind him and not be noticed. As his lips came down on mine, I closed my eyes and savoured the taste of his mouth. His tongue courted my lips, seeking entry to my mouth. I had no answer to give him save one: drawing his tongue into my mouth, I licked and caressed it with my own, the knot of our tongues igniting a yearning in my body. Moaning softly as he licked his way into my mouth, I pressed myself even closer, rolling my hips against his, feeling how aroused he was. It lit a fire between my thighs and my body trembled with anticipation. But as I felt his hands moving across my back and locating the zip of my dress, I immediately pulled away and lowered my face, gulping nervously.

"What's wrong?" he asked, putting a finger under my chin. I had never been naked before him. Yes, we had pleasured each other orally but clothes had never come off completely. I didn't know what he'd think; mine was not the best body around and I did feel embarrassed exposing myself.

"Kitten," he pulled me closer, "You are beautiful. You are perfect to me. You don't need to be embarrassed, okay? You've naturally got a body other women strive so hard for. And I'm not saying this just to ease your nerves but because this is the truth. Here, look at me."

I obliged with a fleeting glance and it only made him smile.

"I guess, I should undress first," he said, "If that gives you a little courage. Would you help me, baby?"

He slipped off his jacket and pulled his T-shirt over his head as I stepped closer and kissed his chest. He leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes, sighing loudly. His bare torso was begging for me to explore its dips and sinewy curves and my hands did not hesitate as they dug into the muscles in his back, sliding down to let my fingertips flirt with the waistband of his jeans.

"I'm glad my pants haven't ripped by now," he laughed softly, "You make me so hard, baby... And this thing that you do... move your hands all across my bare chest...you know what it does to me, don't you?"

"Tell me what it does," I chuckled, planting small kisses all over his chest while my hands unzipped his jeans and lowered it from his hips.

"You want me to spell it out, huh?" he laughed again, opening his eyes to look at me. He held my hand and guided it inside his boxers, to his throbbing erection. My breath caught in my throat when I realised he was already hot and slick with pre-cum. So ready for me.

"Let's get you out of this, alright?" I flashed a devilish grin and dropped his boxer shorts to his ankles, where they bunched with his jeans. Lifting each leg in turn, he tossed the clothes aside and held me close to his body, snuggling his face in my neck. I was wanton and needy, and a loud gasp fell from my lips as I came undone under his ministrations, like a creature made of passion and fire.

I lost myself into the sensations for a moment and he used the opportunity to unzip my dress and slide it down my shoulders, leaving me in my underwear. He pulled away for a few seconds, only to take in my body.

"You are magnificent, babe," he breathed, admiring my naked body, "Why are you embarrassed?"

"Well, if I knew tonight is the night I'd have worn my lace underwear," I joked, trying to soothe my mind. He wrapped his arms around my bare waist and stared into my eyes.

"You don't need sexy underwear to look sexy," he smiled, brushing my hair with his fingers, "With a body like this, what you wear hardly matters. You remain sexy."

My hands travelled to his shaft again.

"So... you wanted me to do something about this?" I murmured, pressing my bosom against his chest, "Will this be okay?"

I began to fondle him and he gasped, holding the wall for support.

"God... baby... this feels amazing," he groaned, dropping his back and breathing heavily, as I deftly stroked his shaft. Our bodies had begun to break into sweat, my nipples hardening against my bra and my panties getting soaked for the second time that day. I caressed his chest with my mouth as my hands kept pumping him, driving him closer and closer to the edge. Pre-cum had pooled in my hands and I knew he wouldn't last long. Needing to stop me before he burst, he claimed my lips into an urgent kiss, swiftly lifting me up and placing me on the bed.

"Save something for later, sweetheart," he chuckled, and without waiting another second, he unhooked my bra and pulled down my knickers, so quickly that it made me think he had more than two hands.

The state of being vulnerable in our nakedness seemed to remove the only barrier that had ever separated us- clothes. As he bent over me and gazed into my eyes, I realised that I could never be enough thankful for having a man like him in my life. Someone who had seen my naked soul and now, my naked body. As if he was born to be mine. He slowly leaned in and kissed my neck, tracing his tongue along my shoulder blades, as his hands explored my body. I squirmed, his warm touch making the wetness pour out of me. I had waited for this day for so long. As I felt his hands running all over my body and finding those places that made me throb and burn with desire, I felt a new sense of contentment within me. The one that comes from being so intimate with your one true love.

I moaned, as he covered me with wet caresses, kneading my small breasts in his hands while my legs ran up and down his. I opened my eyes for just a while and I could swear he looked so hot with the sweat under his eyes. With every touch, every kiss, every lick, the fire raged through my body. I writhed beneath him, my fingers tangling in his hair, as he kissed my stomach, licked my navel, and moved down to my inner thighs, flicking my already sensitive clit with his tongue.

"Fucking hell!" I groaned, as his hot breath caressed my core and the sweat dripped down my body. God! What did that man want to do? Make me come right there?!

"I'm losing my mind, baby," I cried, clutching the pillow, "Would you mind entering me now?"

He chuckled with his face still between my legs. As much as I loved seeing the loose and wild side of his on display, I was getting too close and needed the real thing. Did everyone in a highly successful band with a multi-million dollar record label have this restraint and discipline? No. The other lads surely didn't.

He let go of me for what seemed like no time at all and when he was back he had the condoms in hand. I was aroused to the point of pain and so was he. Everything inside me was busting loose, and I was letting it go. We had held back for long enough. Not anymore. There was only the man I loved, and what was happening between us.

He clambered into bed and hovered above me, aware of the pressure of his erection against my lower stomach like never before.

Pushing upward, I looked into his eyes as I trapped his erection between my thighs and moved in a way that he groaned, twisting against me.

"Ohhh... fuck," he whispered, his body tight and hard beyond the point of return.

He was on top of me in a flat second, covering me completely and pressing me down onto the mattress. I liked how it felt to be beneath him. I giggled breathlessly as he weighed the entire length of his big and sturdy body against my small one, trapping my wrists on either side of my head, capturing my mouth in a kiss that didn't let either of us breathe for several long, wet minutes.

"Could you put one of those on, please? I don't think I can wait," I said, quite seriously, when our mouths parted.

He didn't have to be asked twice and lifted up, straddling my hips, letting me watch him cover the length of his shaft and stroking himself a few times as our eyes met. My mouth was swollen from his kiss, my skin flushed. I slid my teeth over the edge of my lip as I lifted a hand and placed it over his, sliding up and down his length together.

"I'll be as gentle as I can," he hovered above me, "But if you're hurt or uncomfortable, just ask me to stop, okay?"

I smiled at his concern even though I was completely aware that it would take all control he had to stop himself from coming as soon as he entered me. He kissed my forehead, lifting my legs up over each of his shoulders and slid in slowly. He felt my nails digging into his shoulders.

"You okay?" he stopped and looked down at me, "Does it hurt?"

It did. I had never had something that big inside me ever. For a moment, I felt it would just tear me open.

"Give me a moment, please," I gasped, gulping air. He caressed my head and smiled. We remained still for a few seconds, feeling the connection, allowing our bodies to adjust to each other. We breathed heavily, and he leaned in to kiss me again, letting his lips play with mine.

I closed my eyes and arched my back as he started to move inside me, very slowly at first. He was so thick and hard, my walls just clenched around him, as if to never let him go. It was... bliss. I had always found 'bliss' a silly word. But right then, at that moment, I knew I had found its meaning. THAT was bliss. Being one with my man. Someone I loved and who loved me all the way back.

"Ohhhh, you're so tight... incredibly fucking hot..." he grunted, gritting his teeth as he seemed to lose it right there. I wriggled, pulling him closer to me.

"I love you so much... I'd been waiting for this for ages!" he groaned, slowly building up a rhythm with my body. I fisted my hands and dug them into the bed, biting on my lips. As he thrusted into me, everything else seemed to disappear. I wasn't seeing or hearing any longer. I wasn't even aware of my own existence anymore.

What began slow and tender soon turned into wild abandon. Our bodies weren't listening anymore. He pounded harder and faster, driven by my moans and cries. I was in ecstasy as he went at me with unbridled intensity and I grabbed onto the sheets, hanging on for dear life. We were intoxicated with pure, animalistic lust. When he reached down and started to massage my clit, I could hardly breathe. The room was spinning around me.

"Oh God!" I screamed, trying to muffle myself with the pillow, but in vain. He was swelling inside me, and as his lips came crashing down on mine yet again, I could say he was very close. So was I.

"Yeah... that's it! Right there, baby, right-" my voice caught in my

throat as he hit my spot, setting up a punishing rhythm. He groaned and bit my neck, his body drenched in sweat, pummelling in me with all he had. I delighted in the sensations; locking him mercilessly between my legs, I raised my hips as best I could and bucked back, trying to keep up with his thrusts. It wasn't long before the blunt ache started to rise from my core and his grunts indicated he was feeling the same. I squeezed my eyes shut and grabbed the headboard, as I felt myself on the brink and it became impossible to hold back.

"I'm close...! So fucking close...!" my cries escalated and I could

vaguely feel the bed shaking due to his mad pounding.

"Let it go," he grunted, biting my thigh, "Come for me. Come now. I want you to milk me dry. I want it so fucking bad!"

I came completely unhinged right there. Bringing the pillow up, I buried my face in it and then bit it hard, stifling my cries. Warm tears ran down my face and my body shook violently, as he kept thrusting relentlessly. I held on to the pillow, as another orgasm took over me, and I screamed, flinging my legs that were still over his shoulders. Nothing mattered to me anymore. All I knew was the feeling of being whole from inside. The feeling of being complete. If this wasn't heaven, I didn't know what was.

"Fuck! I'm coming!" he growled, pounding in me almost viciously, as I still floated in ecstasy, "Can you feel me coming? Can you feel me, baby? Can you- uggghhh!"

My walls clamped around his shaft and he exploded, spilling his hot seed in the rubber sheath, as his screams echoed in the room. Another contraction tore through my body and I cried out, folding my arms around his neck. He held me and we moaned and writhed together, climbing to the paradise that we had just created out of our bodies. Tears kept spilling out of my eyes and down my face long after our orgasms had subsided and he just held me close, staying inside me until his manhood had gone limp and my body had stopped shaking.

Our spent and sweaty bodies lay in a mass of half-torn, entangled sheets, shattered by the sheer power and passion of our lovemaking. Our

ragged breathing and the tick-tock of the wall clock filled the room, as I felt him rolling off the semen-filled condom and discarding it in the bin next to the bed. He then propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at my face. My eyes were still closed but I could feel his breaths on my skin.

"Are you alright?" he asked. His voice was raspy, the words laboured.

When I did not reply, he wiped a lone tear from my cheek and softly kissed my lips.

"You know what?" his voice floated in my ears, "I'm humbled that you chose me to be the lucky one. I mean, it's crazy that someone like you would be with someone like me. But you're not only

by my side always, tonight you even honoured me by making me your first. I don't know what else I can ask for in a soulmate..."

My eyes opened to find tears glistening in his beautiful dark orbs. I reached out my numb hands and entwined fingers with him.

"It had to be you," I murmured, my voice hoarse, "I could never see anyone else in this place except you."

He moved closer and wrapped me in his arms, as I snuggled against his chest and purred softly. The air brushed against our bare skin and it sent small shivers down my body.

"I love you, kitten," he sighed, contentedly, "I'm so thankful that you are in my life. How did I even manage to find someone like you?"

"What? You want an entire recap of how we met?"

We both cracked up with laughter and I kissed his chest. He inspected my hands, the red marks getting him a little bit concerned but I was quick to cut in.

"I love you too, baby. And you're not responsible for what happened to my brother. I just wish you'd stop taking it on yourself. Accidents happen all the time-"

"Hey! Can we not talk of it now? We planned to make this a night to remember."

"Night's not over yet," I chuckled, rolling over and turning out the light.

"What?" he laughed as I bent over him and looked into his eyes.

"I guess you've got to stick around for round two," I grinned, sealing his mouth with mine.