In the Lyrics Page 16

  I think she feels the same way and her hands start to roam my rain-soaked body. “I love you, baby,” she hums through panted breaths.

  “Come on, let’s get out of here,” I demand, as I lead her body up with my own. Our lips never part. The moment never breaks, until we hear someone laughing. Shit. Her cheeks redden as we look the other way and pretend we weren’t just caught red-handed. No words are spoken. Not from us at least. I’m sure the parents whose child was laughing at us making out in the middle of the cemetery are pissed, I’m certain they’d have a few choice words for us, but we’re not sticking around long enough to hear them. We both jump in the truck. My foot slams on the gas pedal, causing the tires to squeal on the wet pavement. Hensley is sitting in the middle of the bench seat. Her lips are kissing my neck, and then my earlobe. Holy fuck, that feels good. It’s like I can’t get home fast enough. I’ve never been so turned on in my entire life, and it’s awful. It’s horrible. Oh, it feels amazing. I hope Levi didn’t witness what just happened.

  Hensley’s hand starts to rub my inner thigh. It’s been a long time since anyone touched me there. Trying to focus my attention on the road, I turn on the windshield wipers to clear the rain that’s begun to fall on them again. Who would have guessed that she would know how to do this, know what to do, to turn me on? I wouldn’t have, that’s for sure. This is the last time I will ever doubt her again. We turn onto my driveway, and I’m half-tempted to take her here in my truck. Shaking away those thoughts, I open my door and jump out. Thunder sounds in the distance and droplets of rain soak my shirt. I open her door, and before she has a chance to step down, I pick her up in my arms so she is cradled like a baby, and we run inside. Moving my hand to open the door, a piece of paper stops me. Hensley reaches up and grabs it, and holds it in front of me.

  Honey, we’re going to see Levi and run some errands. Be back tonight. Leftovers are in the fridge.

  -Mom

  They’re not home? Could we be any luckier? God must want me to get laid. Opening the door, I kick off my boots and take off up the steps. As soon as my foot hits the top step, the power goes out. The bathroom light that was shining, guiding a path up the steps, goes black. I don’t care. Pushing open my bedroom door, I walk inside and rush over to the bed. Laying Hensley down, I look into her big, round eyes. She leans up on her elbows, her hair is a wet mess and is sticking to her cheeks, but she is breathtaking in this moment. If I wasn’t fighting so hard to keep my composure, I’d probably faint from being out of breath.

  “Hensley, I love you. You calm me, you own me. I need this right now. But if you say no, if you’re not ready, tell me.”

  “Shh…” she whispers into the darkness as she leans up and moves. Dangling her legs off of my bed, she pulls me by my belt loops, directly in front of her. Leaning forward I can feel her hot breath on my stomach. Her small hands are cold as they move to lift up the hem of my shirt. Slowly she raises it, until her arms are all the way in the air, unable to pull it up any further. I raise my arms and lift the cloth over the top of my head and toss it to the floor. Her eyes look me over, from my head to my stomach. It’s like she is memorizing every part of my flesh. The brightness of lightning outside of my bedroom window showers us with light, illuminating our faces for a few seconds.

  Bending down in front of Hensley, I sit on my knees so we are eye level. Raising my right hand, I grab her by the back of her head, my fingers tangling themselves in her hair as I pull her face forward. Using my other hand, I trace the outline of her lips. They’re now puffy and swollen from kissing, but they’re still perfect. “These lips were made for me.”

  Her body trembles, “I was made for you.”

  Easing her down onto the mattress, I climb on top of her. She scoots back, and lies on the bed. I feel like a lion, and she is my prey as I crawl above her body. We lay, kissing, our bodies still wet from the rainstorm we were caught in twice. I’ve been thinking about this moment, envisioning it with candles and rose petals laid around everywhere. I wanted it to be perfect for her. The truth is all I needed to make this moment perfect was her. She doesn’t need all those cliché things we see in the movies. When she looks back and remembers her first time, I want her to get goosebumps. I want her palms to get sticky as her mind recalls this very moment, me lying on top of her. Kissing her soft skin in places no man has ever kissed her. The small moans that escape her sweet mouth, as I expose her breast and how it feels to have my mouth blowing hot air on her nipples. This moment will be what we make of it. It will be perfect, in our own special way, because that’s what this moment is – special. As my desperate mouth is eager to kiss and taste every inch of her body, she is just as hungry for me.

  Her voice is almost so low I can barely hear her when she says, “I want to taste you too.”

  My mouth stops licking and my hands stop palming her breast as I tilt my head up to see her face. She starts to sit up, so I roll over. Now I’m the prey and she is the one doing the kissing. She doesn’t lie down on top of me like I did her though; she stays sitting up, shirtless with her hair cascading down her naked chest. Bringing one of my hands up to her mouth, she kisses my fist and then opens my hand and places small pecks on each of my fingers. I feel like I’m going to come undone at any minute. My dick twitches in my jeans, and the throbbing is almost too much to handle, but we’re doing this on her terms. If there’s no romantic music, and everything else I wanted to plan for her first time, then the least I can do is allow her to be in control.

  She’s the master; I’m just the puppet along for the ride now and she is holding the strings.

  A PLACE I never knew was possible to ache so desperately does. I lean up and take his hand in mine, fingers that I want so badly to be buried in me, and then I kiss them, one by one. But this is a once in a lifetime moment and I know I’ll regret moving too fast, not cherishing it. I want to savor every moment, so I lower his hand and move my body to straddle his. His hair is messy from being wet earlier and looks adorable as it curls at the ends. His eyes are glued to mine and I feel as if we’re singing our own secret anthem, though we haven’t uttered a sound. He’s telling me it’s okay and silently urging me to take charge of the situation.

  Leaning forward, my swollen buds brush against his bare chest, and cause me to squirm. The feeling is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s amazing. The closeness of our bodies turns me on. My lips find his and I kiss him slowly and lightly, and then I move to his neck, running my tongue around on his bare skin. Leaving a trail of kisses from his neck to his collarbone, I place both of my hands on each of his arms, and push myself towards the opposite side of the bed. Parting my mouth, I place small kisses on his abs. His stomach is lean and sexy. I want to lick each defined muscle, memorizing its shape. My mouth hovers over the button on his jeans, I look up and his eyes are closed. I can feel myself getting more turned on by the minute as I desperately try to silence my heavy breathing.

  I may be a virgin, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know what it feels like to be turned on. My fingers work on unbuttoning the button on his jeans, and when they slide the little piece of metal from the loop, I hear him clear his throat.

  He knows what I’m about to do, so he raises his hips and allows me to gently tug on his jeans, lowering them to his ankles. Positioning myself back in front of him, I take my index and middle finger and slowly trace an imaginary line from the inside of his ankle all the way up to his thigh, stopping right before I touch the material on his tight boxers. His hips move, and so does the bulge in his pants.

  Closing my eyes, I envision what’s underneath, waiting for me to find it. I’ve seen his penis almost every night, but suddenly I freeze. He notices.

  “Hensley, come here,” he demands in a low tone.

  Crawling back up his body, I rest my head on his chest. He doesn’t say anything as his hand touches my back and he draws small circles on my exposed skin. My hair is matted to my face, and my breathing is still uncontrollable. It’s har
d to explain how I’m really feeling, because I’ve never felt it. I want this more than anything, but I’m scared I won’t be any good at it. He’s got stuff to compare this to; I have nothing.

  “It’s okay if you’re not ready, I’ll wait forever. It won’t be easy – as you can tell, I’m super horny – but I’ll manage. We don’t have to do this.” His words sting. For some reason I feel like he doesn’t want me. He keeps trying to talk me out of this, of having sex, and I don’t know why.

  I try to hide the hurt in my voice. “Do you not want me, Colby?” I ask, curious if it’s just me that feels like I could explode from need at any given moment. I mean, I see him, hard and ready, but does he really want me, all of me?

  “Look how hard I am for you, Hensley. That’s how you make me feel. Sunshine, I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you.”

  If he wants me so badly, why does it seem like he’s trying to talk me out of this? “Why do you always stop us then? We’ve been close, dangerously close a few times now, and you always stop us. If you want me so bad, I don’t get it.” I can’t see his face, but I can feel him huff as his chest rises and falls beneath my face resting on it.

  “I’m only concerned about you. I’ve only ever been concerned about you. Once we do this, there will be no one else, ever. I love you and I want to have sex with you. It sounds stupid and lame to say, but I want it almost as much as I want the next beat of my heart to come. I just want you to be ready. And you being a virgin scares me. How do I know you want this? That you won’t regret this in the morning?

  He’s scared that I’m not ready?

  “Colby, I was waiting for you. For this moment. Now please, less talking, and more of this. I’m begging you.” He nods and I silently do a dance of victory in my head. Placing a small kiss in the middle of his chest, I slowly make my way back down his stomach again. I’m thankful that my eyes are already adjusted to the darkness as I lift my hand and tug at the top of his boxers. His thick penis springs up as the material that was holding it down lowers. Oh. My. God. Lowering my head, I kiss the top of him. His skin is warm on my lips. Opening my mouth, I put a little bit in and close it.

  “That’s it,” he says through a small grunt of pleasure. It’s enough reassurance to tell me that I’m doing something good. “Sunshine, that feels so good.”

  Colby’s hand holds me from behind my neck and he slightly pushes my head down. My mouth accommodates to his length as I prepare to suck his most prized possession like it’s my job. Thoughts of him kissing me, touching me in my most sacred place excite me and urge me to please him in hopes that he will do the same to me.

  No words are spoken as his hand covers mine and he holds my hand around his erection. When I slide my lips towards the top of him, our hands come up. When I lower them, our hands slide down his shaft. We keep this up until I can tell he is coming undone. The salty taste of some foreign liquid on my tongue confuses my taste buds, but not my brain. He’s on the brink of coming, from my doing. I feel like I should get up and do a dance from excitement, but instead I use my tongue to lick the warmth of his skin around his head. I’m needy to have my fill of him.

  “Not like this, Hensley. If I go now, I won’t be much fun later. It’s your turn.”

  Without notice, he lets go of my hand and moves both of his to my arms, and then he pulls me up. Before I know what is going on he has me lying on my back and he is positioned between my legs. His warm hands are now undoing the button on my jeans in a frantic hurry. My legs shiver from his touch and his hot breath on my cotton panties as he hovers over me. Tossing my jeans on the floor, he kisses my leg. It’s like his lips are following a hidden map. I don’t want to push my legs together, it will be too obvious, but I’m scared of the wetness…it’s embarrassing.

  “Stop it. Don’t be ashamed that you’re turned on. I love it. I want you wet and ready for me. Knowing that I have that kind of pull over you and that your body reacts that way to my touch, it fucking drives me crazy.”

  “Since when did you get such a dirty mouth?” I snicker. I’ve never heard him sound more serious. It’s so different from his normal casual self; the change is noticeable, but I like it. Does that make me a whore?

  “I’m still me – still the Colby you fell in love with. I just can’t stand not being inside you for another day, another minute, hell, if another second passes…”

  If it’s okay for him to talk dirty, I will too. Here goes nothing, “Colby, I love you. Now claim me, make me believe how much you can’t stand not being inside me for one more second.”

  His hand slides up my leg, causing every hair on my body to stand up, excluding my cleanly shaven area where his mouth is now kissing. A girl can dream right? I took care of that business a long time ago. Small kisses, and then small licks, and then he spreads my opening and pushes a finger inside me slowly. Once my body adjusts to his finger, the wetness builds again from the pleasure of his hand, and the sound fills the air, but I know he told me not to be embarrassed. As his finger moves inside me and then pulls out, my hips rock to meet his palm. I’ve never felt so…I don’t know what I’m feeling, but it’s amazing. I can’t believe I’ve waited so long to do this.

  “Are you sure?” he pants while looking up. All that is visible is the top of his head and eyes.

  “Yes, oh my God, yes!” I shout as his finger moves around in my opening.

  Time stands still, or moves really fast. I don’t know, because in a matter of seconds we both fly up in the bed. The mattress sinks down as we both kneel in the middle of it. We’re kissing, and rubbing, and palming one another, and doing everything but thinking – we’re just feeling. Our bodies are sweaty and wet, as one of his hands rests on my lower back and he lowers me to the bed. He kisses me a few times, and nips at my bottom lip. As he tugs it, I lean my hips up in the air. His penis touches my core. I don’t have the guts to reach down and guide it into me, but I wish I did.

  It’s like he reads my mind as his hand does just that. Taking his penis in his hand, he rubs it along my open slit. I want so badly to push against it, but I’m not stupid and I know he isn’t either. Leaning over the side of the bed, he opens a drawer and grabs a condom and then he leans backwards on his heels. The sight in front of me is breathtaking. The sight of his large cock is frightening, but I know he’ll take it slow. I watch as he rolls on the condom, and then the moment I’ve been waiting for, the moment I’ve been dreaming about for months, happens.

  As he enters me, I hold my breath and thank my lucky stars that this man, this wonderful, talented man is mine, and I am fully, in every imaginable way, his.

  WAKING UP, I feel like I’m still sleeping. I’d have to be, because there is no way this is real, that this beautiful woman in my arms is mine and this is my life. How did I get so lucky? The sound of birds chirping and Hensley snoring beside me is euphoric. She’s so peaceful. Closing my eyes, I try to fall back asleep, but it’s impossible with the morning wood that’s standing up like a flagpole between my legs. As I’m debating going to the bathroom and jerking off, Hensley’s hands graze my stomach, follow my happy trail, and I don’t know if she’s awake or dreaming. If it’s the latter, I wish I were too.

  “Again?” she whispers with her eyes still closed.

  What can I say? I crave her and I had to satisfy my craving over and over again last night until we heard the garage door open, notifying us that my parents were home.

  Running my hands through her messy but adorable hair, I whisper, “I want more than anything to be buried deep inside you, but I know you have to be sore, and my parents are home.”

  Rolling over, she turns on her back and pulls the sheet over her chest. “I am, but it’s so worth it.” Pausing, she bites her lower lip. “Last night was amazing; it was perfect. Thank you.”

  We lie holding one another for a few minutes, cherishing the bond that we share, that we built together last night.

  “I should, umm…shower.” Hensley’s face turns a bright shade of
red. I know she is embarrassed. To be honest, there’s nothing sexy about waking up with crimson-stained legs and sheets. I guess I should have planned having some towels on hand, especially knowing what would happen her first time. But last night was sort of in the heat of the moment; I barely had time to think, much less stop by the bathroom and grab towels.

  Lifting her face with my hand, I kiss her forehead. “Don’t be ashamed. Let me run some water, and we can shower together. Is that okay?” I don’t want to push her or rush things, but we just spent the night exploring one another’s bodies in ways even I’ve never done before. Showering together should be no biggie.

  “We just have to be quiet so no one knows.”

  She nods, and I get up off of the bed. Laughter erupts from her lungs as she catches a glimpse of me in all my glory. The sound is like music to my ears.

  AFTER SHOWERING WE go downstairs and are welcomed by my momma and a full spread of breakfast. Hensley seems happier today and it’s infectious. Even Momma seems to be affected by the vibes. She’s smiling, which isn’t something I’ve seen in quite a while. We feed the horses and then take a trip around town. I show Hensley where I went to high school and the field I helped win our state championship on. It’s nice for her to be on my turf. It’s nice for her to be here with me period.

  Rolling down her window, her brunette hair flies around her face. “This is the best day ever!” she screams and holds her hands out. “Seriously, it feels like it’s still summer. Is it always this nice?”

  “Yup, until about January. That’s when it starts getting really cold.”

  We ride around town for a little while longer. Glancing over, I see Hensley lean her head against the headrest and yawn. This trip has no doubt been a lot to put on someone, but she’s taken it like a champ. Just like I had hoped she would. On the way home, I stop by the corner market and pick Momma up some fresh flowers. It’s something Levi and I used to do for her. I know it’s a gesture she won’t expect, but will cherish. Unable to fight her sleep any longer, Hensley dozes off. Running into the shop, I decide to leave her be. But when I come back, she isn’t where I left her. Looking to my left, I see her bending down in an open meadow smelling the flowers. If I had a camera, I would take a million pictures of this moment, but I don’t, so I stand, flowers in one hand, taking in the sight in front of me. She looks like an angel in her long flowing white sweater, brown hair blowing in the light wind, and a giant smile on her face. It’s the simple things that impress her and it’s one of the many reasons why I am so attracted to her. There’s not a need to wine and dine her, when she’s perfectly content standing on the side of the highway, smelling flowers. Don’t get me wrong, she deserves to be wined and dined, but it’s the point that she isn’t one of those prissy girls. She’s as down to earth as a woman could possibly be, and she’s all mine.