Harry:
The Yanks won, and the post-game show was now on. As much as Tiff loved watching the live game, she drew the line at an hours’ worth of instant replays. She had disappeared to change into more comfortable clothes, and I didn’t blame her. She had wanted to look her best today and ended up in her high heels and pencil skirt for nine straight hours. I had practically clawed my tie and dress shirt off the moment I walked in. I heard my bedroom door open and changed the channel before Tiffany had an opportunity to make a face. Surfing through the channels, I searched for something she would like and settled on a romantic comedy I knew she had seen a dozen times before. The lights went out, and I turned in surprise, but Tiff was standing by the doorway, and I realized we hadn’t blown a fuse. She had simply turned off the lights.
“You startled me. I put on Pretty Woman, but you can change it if you like.”
She didn’t respond, just walked in and stood in front of the TV. That’s when I was able to process what she was wearing—my white button down dress shirt I had on earlier with her black, satin bikini briefs, and nothing else. I swallowed hard. Her hair was loosely pinned up, and she was a vision.
Tiffany stepped closer and straddled me on the couch. My hands instantly fell on her thighs that were silky smooth. Dancer thighs. She didn’t say anything, she didn’t have to. She kissed me, breathing in the moment our lips touched. I wrapped my hands around her waist, and I kissed her back. It still surprised me when we kissed. It had been so many months of me fighting the urge to kiss her, and to be able to do it so casually now was something I would never take for granted.
But Tiffany wasn’t just kissing me. No. She was setting me on fire. Her thighs locked me tightly in her grasp as she twirled her hips seductively. My body began to respond of its own accord, and the way she moaned into my mouth, I knew she felt me harden beneath her. Instantly, the battle in my mind began, and I wondered if I had given her enough. Done enough. If I was fucking worthy enough.
“I want you, Harry. I want all of you, tonight.” Her whispered words against my lips were my undoing.
I abandoned all reason, tossing it into the flames of desire that consumed me. I couldn’t say no to this. But she would have expectations, and perhaps I couldn’t fulfill them. Gently, she broke away, sucking softly on my bottom lip. Beneath dark, feathered lashes, her eyes locked on mine. She wanted me to say yes. That much was clear.
“I haven’t been with a girl in that way in…” I laughed shyly and adjusted my glasses. “Well, let’s say it’s been a very, very long time.”
“Good,” she said as she leaned in and kissed the side of my neck. She was giving me tingles, and I dug my fingers slightly into her waist to try and control myself.
“How is that good?” My words sounded drunk as I became deeper intoxicated by her touch.
“Because I want it to feel like it’s your first time.” She slithered off me and grabbed my hands, pulling me up from the couch. “Let’s go to your bedroom and make a memory.” Years of being on stage must have given her such incredible confidence. It was sexier than I could have imagined.
But I was still lost and unsure. “Are you positive that this is what you want?”
Tiffany sighed and shook her head. “Oh Harry, you need to stop talking.” She picked up the remote and snapped the TV off before tossing the control on the coffee table and leading me to the bedroom.
She opened the door, revealing the transformation of my space. She had placed a burgundy sheer scarf over the lamp to alter the lighting, providing a more sensual feel. On the dresser and nightstands she had lit several candles, which flickered and danced. The blankets were pulled back, revealing the soft grey sheets beneath. The pillows were fluffed, inviting us to bed. That’s when I knew there was more to this moment. She had planned this. Knowing that made me fall even harder for her.
She closed the door and chewed on her bottom lip. “Is this okay?”
“Yeah… this is… this is perfect, Tiff. Thank you.” I kissed her then, my lips finding comfort in how hers seemed to know mine. How they spoke this language that they were fluent in.
Tiffany ended the kiss and took a step back, unbuttoning the shirt slowly. Her gaze was first on her hands, then as she became more sure, her gaze met mine. When she was down to the third button, I realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. The throbbing in my pants as a response was almost painful, and I bit down on my bottom lip as she finished unbuttoning the last one. Then she took my hands in hers, leading them up and resting them on her bare breasts.
She was so vulnerable in this moment, and it only enhanced her beauty. My fingers explored her curves, savoring every twist and turn of her skin, watching how her chest expanded with every breath. Her breathing was becoming faster, her heart pounding, and yet she was still so damn courageous. Peeling the shirt off her shoulders, my gaze caressed her porcelain skin. There was so many damn ways I wanted her right now it was hard to pick just one.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” I asked, the back of my hand brushing the side of her neck, traveling down to her breast.
“You make me feel beautiful.” She tugged on my shirt, pulling it over my head. I quickly took off my glasses and placed them on the nightstand by my bed, then turned to her. She was a little blurry, but I didn’t really need my eyes tonight… only my hands and my heart. My mouth was on hers, and she wasted no time unbuckling my belt followed by the liberating sound of my zipper being pulled down.
“Tiff…” I took a shaky breath, so afraid to say the words I wanted to say. “I need you to know that…” Why was it so hard to tell her I loved her? I knew that I did, and yet every time I tried, I tripped over my own tongue.
She leaned in, her lips barely grazing my own as she softly silenced me. “Shhh… I’m yours.” Her tongue found mine in an urgency that was untamable.
And that was the moment I finally let go and gave myself completely to Tiffany Hart. I allowed her to push my jeans down, and stepping out of them, I took her to my bed. We lay there, skin against skin, our hands touching, exploring, discovering.
Her leg was wrapped high around my waist, my fingers wandering over the length of her limb until I stumbled upon her scar. The spot that took everything from her. It was about three inches long and at least half an inch wide. The flesh had a texture that was foreign to the rest of her body. Realizing where my fingers lingered, she slid her leg away from my touch.
“I don’t mind your scar, Tiff.”
“I know… I do. But tonight is perfect. Let’s not even go there, is that okay?”
I nodded and kissed her, reaching up to her breasts instead and playing with her nipple. It puckered and hardened as I rolled it between my thumb and forefinger, pinching her slightly and listening to her gasp. Her hands wandered down my chest, slipping beneath my boxers and wrapping one hand expertly around my shaft, the other cupped my balls. Tiffany squeezed simultaneously, and I groaned from the sensation. The girl literally had me in her hands, and my brain started fighting my urges. Half of me wanted to savor her like a vintage wine, allow the taste to linger and enjoy every drop. The other half wanted to devour her, unable to feed the primal satisfaction fast enough. She started stroking the length of my shaft, and I groaned in response, squeezing her breast and burying my face into her neck.
Right when I was starting to lose my mind, she released her hand, reached over to my nightstand drawer and opened it. I sat up, watching her curiously as she pulled out a gold foiled condom. The night I had gone down on her I had admittedly stopped at the drugstore on my way home and bought a box of condoms, just in case. But they were in my bathroom, not my nightstand. Although that was probably the smarter location. “That’s not mine!” I said a little nervous that she may have thought me a man whore. “I meant what I said, I hadn’t been with a girl like this in years… not since New York.”
“I know that.” She looked at me like I had lost my mind. “I bought the box and put it in here earlier.”
“You did?” I was in such a state of disbelief… the condom, the candles, the seduction—my ballerina was a vixen!
She shrugged. “It’s our one month anniversary, and after the ride it took to get us to one month, I was feeling optimistic.”
“More like fucking brilliant.” The primal side won. I took the condom out of her hands and tore open the foil, the sound music to my ears as I realized we were finally going to be together. Tiffany pulled the covers over us while I slipped out of my boxers and unrolled the condom down my shaft. Then I raised my gaze to meet hers. “It’s going to be really hard to take things slow, but I’ll try,” I admitted.
“We have our whole life to take things slow.” She laid against the pillows and pulled me down on top of her. “Right now, I want to live hard and fast.”
My mouth found hers, our tongues dancing together as my hands wandered over her body, exploring her breasts, her stomach where I paused to feel her piercing, then her hips, and finally the sweet spot between her thighs. She spread her legs for me, and I realized she, too, had abandoned her last garment of clothing. I cupped her sex, happy to discover she was already wet. “I want you so bad,” I breathed.
“Then have me.” She spread her legs wider, giving a small moan of contentment as I slid a finger insider her, dragging it in and out while savoring every sweet sigh that passed her lips. To be able to touch her like this was more than I could have ever hoped for, but I needed to feel her. All of her.
I reached down and grabbed my shaft, rubbing the tip against her slit, teasing her as I allowed only the head to enter her. Her body twisted beneath mine as the sensations of pleasure began to sprinkle across her body.
“I need you, Harry. I need to feel you.” She raised her hips and arched her back, her hands resting with confidence on my ass, pulling me closer.
In that moment, she was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Unable to hold back any longer, I entered her, listening to her gasps as I pushed myself all the way inside her.
We found our rhythm easily, and holding her tight, I panted between thrusts. “I can’t believe this is real.” I gave a final thrust and felt the sweet release as my orgasm exploded. She cried out in ecstasy with me, digging her nails into my back and riding the waves of pleasure. The gentle throbbing becoming a steady hum between us before our muscles released and melted into a state of relaxation.
I doubted it was possible for any couple to feel closer than we did in that moment. Pure bliss. “Thank you,” I whispered, kissing her softly, feeling like our bodies were connected by invisible strings. I rolled over, realizing I was still out of breath as I laid on my back. Tiffany snuggled against me, her head resting on my chest as I tried to calm my heart rate. “Thank you,” I repeated. “For trusting me.” She kissed my chest softly, and I pulled the clip out of her hair so it could fall freely around her. She was wild and sexy. She was mine.
Tiffany looked up and smiled. “I’ve trusted in us for a long time. It’s you who finally came around.”
I laughed and twirled a lock of her hair around my finger. “I still don’t know how I got so lucky.” Tiffany rolled over and sat up so she was straddling me. “You’re so beautiful. I want to remember exactly how you look right now. Your hair, the glow of the candles. This moment is perfect.”
Tiffany’s lips curled into a mischievous smile as she reached down and took me once more in her hands, carefully removing the condom. “Well, you better get ready,” she said as she slid her body down. “I’m about to give you another perfect moment.”