Something More

Morning light shone through the pale-yellow curtains, warming my soft sweater as I curled up on the sofa with morning coffee. The clouds had parted giving the sun its time to melt some of the newly fallen snow. My thoughts wandered back to the previous night and my lips lifted in a smile.

I couldn’t believe how nervous I had been. I’d been friends with him for such a long time that it shouldn’t have been awkward, but I guess trying something new is always nerve racking. He had been such a gentleman. Bringing me roses, opening the car door for me, and pulling out the chair when we sat down at our table before he seated himself. The dinner was delicious, and the conversation more so. You’d figure after so many years together we would have exhausted all there is to talk about, but he still made me laugh. The dinner itself wasn’t entirely what made me smile. It’s what came after that I didn’t expect.

He suggested a walk, but it was snowing, and I was in a black cocktail dress. Instead, he drove me home while we listened to our favorite songs. His hand slipped into mine and electricity jolted through my fingertips. I turned my head to see him smile.

We pulled into the driveway and I abruptly asked if he wanted to come in for a drink. It shouldn’t have been so weird for me to say. He’d been inside a million times before, but now I was nervous about it.

We made our way up the walk and I opened the door to the empty quiet. He made his way over to the fireplace, like usual, to start it up. He looked so handsome tonight. The fire light shone off his sculpted face where he kept trimmed facial hair because I told him it looked good. The dark button-down shirt he wore had become undone at the top showing part of his chest. I leaned against the wall admiring him while he stacked wood to feed the flames. I kicked off my heels and moved from the living room entryway to the sofa in front of the fireplace. I grabbed my shawl from the back of the couch and wrapped it around my shoulders.

He sat on the floor with his back to me for a moment, and we watched the fire brighten in content silence.

His voice startled me as he asked, “So, how about that drink?”

He turned around to give me a coy smile. I gave a nervous laugh and went to retrieve the bottle, corkscrew, and two wine glasses. Making my way back to the living room, I knelt next to him on the floor. He got the bottle opened, and we shared another moment of silence as we drank and watched the flames dance in the fireplace. I felt his eyes on me, and I turned my head to meet his eyes.

I looked at him, smiled, and asked, “What?”

He just smiled and moved my hair away from my neck. His touch made my heart rate pick up and my breathing catch. He’d never made me feel this way before, and I was hungry for more. His hand touched my cheek, sliding down my neck to the small of my back. I set my half-finished wine glass beside me and turned to kiss him. As soon as our lips met, I lost all control of myself.

I straddled him, and our kisses deepened. The passion was explosive. Our breathing picked up and I could feel him hard beneath me. He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. As soon as we hit the bed I was back on top of him, fiercely tugging to get his clothes off. I ripped the last few buttons of his shirt to reveal his chest, chiseled and strong. My hands glided over him as I made my way down to his belt. I pulled his trousers off to the floor, showing all of him. I climbed back on top enjoying the sensation of his now naked body beneath mine. His lips were all over me as he unzipped my dress and pulled it over my head.

He removed my bra and flipped me over. He kissed his way down my stomach as he pulled off the last remaining clothing. His lips suckled my inner thigh and then his mouth curled around me. A wave of euphoria hit me. I wrapped my fingers around his curly hair and moaned. His grip tightened on my hips at the sounds. His kisses made their way to my neck and we looked into each other’s eyes as he slid inside me.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head and that wonderful feeling hit me again. I caught myself to whisper to him, “Don’t be gentle,” and with each strong thrust, my moaning grew louder. I made my way back on top, and he wrapped his arm around my waist, continuing to thrust into me. I moaned into his lips as the pleasure hit me again and again. His pace deepened and quickened. I could feel him pulsate inside me as the euphoria hit him.

I collapsed beside him as we caught our breath. My legs shook from the sensations, the muscles weak and tired. I rolled over to look at him. His eyes were closed, and his breathing had slowed. I smiled, pulled the sheet up over us, and closed my eyes.

The moon shone through the window as I woke to the familiar euphoric sensation of his lips and tongue taking me. He slid back inside me; everything still sensitive. This time was about sensations, and afterwards he kissed me. I could have sworn I heard an “I love you,” but it may have been a dream.

My body prickled at reliving the moment. I took another sip of my coffee that was now lukewarm. Uncurling myself, I made my way to the kitchen to heat it back up. As the microwave hummed, I went down the hallway to peak at the beautiful body still asleep in the white sheets.

The familiar beep drew me back to the kitchen to retrieve my now hot coffee. I leaned against the kitchen island and flipped through yesterday's mail. I heard the bathroom door in my room close and excitement went through me.

His arms wrapped around my waist and he kissed my hair. We shared our good mornings, and he went to making breakfast. I sat on the stool to watch him work. The moment filled me with pure stillness and peace. I didn’t know what this meant for us now, but I couldn’t wait to see how it played out.