The Funeral CourtshipAbandoned Childhood wishes, finally fulfilled.

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I

had known Alex Newberry my entire life. He was the boy down the street

during my childhood, the boy behind me throughout school, and the boy

who I always wished would see me as more than just "one of the boys."

Especially since I was a girl.

But

I'd never pressed for anything more. I didn't want to ruin our

friendship. His family was my second family. Even his nana considered me

as her granddaughter.

We'd

stayed in touch even after I left town to pursue a new career.

Throughout the year, we would exchange Emails and sometimes the

occasional text. Only at my birthday and on Christmas did I receive

snail mail from him. They were always hilarious and always perfect.

The

day I received the small envelope in early Fall threw me for a loop. It

was written in Alex's neat print and had a pre-printed return label

with his address, so I knew it was from him. I just didn't know why. I

was even more stunned when I slid my finger under the flap and pulled

out the single sheet of paper folded in half.

I

had been standing by the sofa in the living room when I opened the

envelope. My eyes scanned the brief note inside, and my knees gave out. I

collapsed to the sofa, tears rimming my eyes.

Alex's grandmother, Nana Newberry, had passed away.

Visions

played in my head like an old home movie. Mostly, they were of the

summers swimming in the pond behind her house and the day-trips she'd

invite me to go on with Alex. Both of my own grandmothers had passed

away when I was still too young to remember them much. My loss was

almost as deep as Alex's was.

Almost.

Once

I'd caught my breath, I reached for my cell phone and pulled up his

number. I tried to swallow my tears as I heard the line ring. I wasn't

surprised to receive his voicemail. He was probably busy making

arrangements and handling family.

"Hey,

Alex. It's Jaynie. I got your letter. I'm so sorry. I'm booking a

flight out tonight, and I'll be there as soon as I can. If there's

anything you need, let me know. See you soon."

I

was already halfway to my bedroom when I clicked off the phone and

shoved it into my pocket. My brain was on autopilot as I dragged my

suitcase from the closet and gathered the necessary toiletries from the

bathroom cabinets and drawers. I was folding socks and panties when I

realized I should call the airport.

Less

than an hour later, I was in the backseat of a cab and leaving a

message on my boss's phone telling him I would be out of town for a

couple of days due to a family emergency. I arranged for a rental car

and for nightly accommodations nearest to my hometown. I knew there was

no place in town to stay, the population being barely just under five

hundred. If anything had changed over the years, that definitely wasn't

one of them.

It

wasn't until I was seated on the plane, the city's lights fading into

dots below me that I let myself think about Nana again. I missed her

hugs the most. Her squishy arms always surrounded me with such love. I

felt protected. Wanted. My parents were always busy working. Nana was so

much more than just an adoptive grandparent.

My

mind wandered, and I remembered Alex's hugs. I smiled, laughing softly

at the memory of him hugging me tight with a toothy grin while Nana took

our picture. Then he pushed me into the pond; with my clothes on. We

were only six. But I was old enough to know that I liked Alex more than I

liked other boys.

I

was the only girl in the neighborhood, so I either had to adapt to

being a tomboy or be left out. I chose the former, much to my mother's

dismay. I allowed her to enroll me in dance classes when she insisted I

act more like a girl, but I secretly enjoyed playing with the boys more.

I didn't mind being the Indian the cowboys always captured and tied up.

Or the robber they arrested with the plastic set of handcuffs. Or even

Princess Leia, when they wanted to re-enact Star Wars, especially when

Alex got to be Han Solo and rescue me.

I

must have drifted off because the next thing I heard was the

announcement to fasten our seatbelts and put seats and tray-tables in

the upright position for landing. The plane was only half-full, so I was

soon strolling through the nearly empty terminal and heading downstairs

to collect my baggage and rental car. I grabbed a cup of coffee from

the only open vendor and asked the information desk for directions to

the hotel where I'd made reservations. There was nothing more I could do

for Alex tonight.

But

once I'd reached my destination, the last thing on my mind was sleep.

My accommodations were comfortable, but not even a hot shower seemed to

help. I crawled beneath the covers and turned on the TV, hoping I'd just

fall asleep from boredom and get some rest before the hour drive to my

hometown in the morning.

A

ringing phone and the incessant chatter of a woman and man pulled me

out of the strangest dream. I'd been fully dressed and standing by

Nana's pond, but I was thirty-four years old, not six. Alex walked

towards me, his hands in the front pockets of his jeans, and he flashed

his toothy grin at me. I reached for his hand, and I swear I stepped

forward, but the next thing I knew, I was falling backwards into the

pond. I struggled to swim, the weight of my clothes pulling me

underwater. Someone grabbed my hand, and then I woke up.

An

automated wake-up call answered my sleepy greeting, and I clumsily set

the receiver back on the handset and rolled over, groaning. That's when I

realized the morning news was playing on the TV. My body felt like it

had been through a 5K run; or maybe it had struggled to stay above

water. In either case, I dragged myself to the bathroom for another

shower.

I

decided on a simple navy pantsuit and crimson camisole blouse. It was

cool but dark enough for the funeral, yet I didn't feel completely

dreary in it. Plus it emphasized my curves and long legs. Today, I felt

like I wanted to be a girl in front of Alex. Not that it would matter.

After

securing another cup of coffee, I took a deep breath and pointed the

rental car towards my hometown. I remembered where the only funeral home

was, and I had plenty of time before the services started. Yet, I was

suddenly nervous. I hadn't actually seen Alex in several years, despite

our constant contact. I hated the fact that it took something like this

to bring us together again. I promised myself that I would visit more

often.

The

parking lot was overflowing when I finally pulled up to the funeral

home. I ended up parking half a block away on a side street and walking

back to the large Victorian-style house that had been converted into the

place where we said goodbye to our loved ones. Trees adorned with

vibrantly colored leaves decorated the front yard. It looked like

something out of a Norman Rockwell painting, set right in the heart of

my hometown.

I

joined the throng of people who had come to pay their respects, and

managed to find a seat in the back of the largest room that was always

used for services. The belief in the community was that our two churches

were for worship and weddings. Funerals were held at Thompkins &

Sons, no matter if you were Catholic or Baptist.

I

didn't recognize a single person near me, but I was sure that Nana had

known most of the town and then some, and I'd been a teenager when I'd

left for college. I settled myself in and made sure I had my tissues

accessible.

The

service itself was lovely, and there were lots of tears from everyone.

Alex even got up and made a speech at one point. While I knew I was

there because of Nana, I couldn't help staring at her grown grandson.

His stature had reached at least six feet. He towered over me by at

least five inches.

I

don't remember a word he said, but I could describe him with my eyes

closed. His short brown hair, his tailored black suit and tie, the

dimple in his right cheek when he smiled. He had green eyes, and I could

imagine them sparkling while he talked about his grandmother, the

corner of his eyes crinkling with his laughter.

People

were standing up around me and talking, and I blinked, realizing that

the service was over. I wiped at my eyes and stood, not sure what to do

now. I slipped out of the row and away from the crowd. It was then that I

noticed no one was by the open casket. I quietly made my way to the

front of the room and stopped before Nana's permanent expression of

peace.

Tears

tugged at the back of my throat, and I had to stop myself from reaching

out to grasp her folded hands. The purple dress she was wearing went

well with her silvery hair, and she looked as if she were asleep. I

silently thanked her for all the good times we'd had together, for

accepting me as one of her grandchildren, for making me feel wanted.

I

don't know how long I stood there, but I had the feeling that someone

was watching me. I needed to move on. I kissed my fingertips and gently

pressed them to her rubbery cheek. When I turned to leave, blazing green

eyes met mine, and I gasped.

"Jaynie, you came."

And then Alex's arms pulled me against his hard body.

I

wrapped him in my arms and held him tight, resting my cheek on his

shoulder. I couldn't believe how good he felt. Something deep inside of

me stirred, and I had to force it back down. He was my best friend. It

would never be anything more than that.

"Of course I came. I left you a message. I took the red-eye last night."

"I'm sorry, I haven't checked my phone. I hoped you'd come, but I wasn't counting on it. "

I

pulled away to look at his face. Our eyes met again, and I groaned

inwardly. "I wouldn't have missed this for anything. She was like my own

grandmother. Thank you for letting me know."

"What about work?"

"They'll

survive without me for a couple of days." I laughed and before I could

wipe away my tears, his thumb brushed my cheek. I sucked back my breath

and hid my surprise with a smile. "What can I do to help now that I'm

here?"

Alex

stared at me for a moment, a lopsided grin on his face. He blinked, and

then his toothy grin came out full force, dimple included. "There's a

dinner at Nana's house after we go to the cemetery. Do you have a car?"

"I have a rental. I'm staying in Rosewood at the Holiday Inn."

"Let me tell Mom and Dad I'll meet them. Do you mind driving?"

"No,

lead the way." I smiled and even felt a little giddy when he grabbed my

hand and pulled me through the crowd that was slowly filtering out the

front doors. I barely had a chance to say hello to his parents before he

was heading in the direction where I said I'd parked my car. And then

we were pulling out to line up behind the black sedan his parents were

riding in and the hearse idling before them.

It

suddenly occurred me to that everyone else was going to be following

me. I must have looked nervous because Alex grasped my hand on the

gearshift between us and squeezed it.

"I'm glad you're here."

I

swallowed heavily and turned to smile at him. He was watching me,

something unreadable in those green eyes. I opened my mouth to ask him

what he was thinking, but nothing came out. And then he let go of my

hand and motioned that we should move.

I

was in a daze as I drove to the cemetery, sat through the rest of the

ceremony, and climbed back into my car and drove us to Nana's house. It

wasn't until we were sitting in her driveway that I felt the tears

return. I hadn't been here in so many years I couldn't count them. I had

been a horrible granddaughter, adopted or not.

"I know. I miss her, too." Alex squeezed my hand again and then got out.

I swiped the back of my hand across my eyes and climbed out, automatically locking the car.

"No one's going to steal it," Alex laughed. It was a deep, comforting sound.

I shrugged. "It's just a habit."

He

laughed again and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, guiding me up the

drive. People were mingling on the wrap-around front porch, and the

smell of fried chicken wafted out the screen on the front door.

It felt and smelled like home.

I

had eaten my share of food and then some. At some point, Alex and I

became separated amongst all the guests. I took the opportunity to sneak

upstairs to use the larger bathroom. On my way back, I passed the room

Nana used to sit in and work on projects. I remember her teaching me how

to sew as I sat on a little cushioned stool.

I

smiled, knowing I could sew a button back onto a blouse or a pair of

pants, but that was all now. The sound from downstairs grew fainter as I

moved closer to the window on the far side of the room. The pond in the

backyard glittered back under the noon sun. Weeping Willows outlined

the oasis of my youth, and for a moment, I longed for those days.

I

longed to have Nana hug me one more time. The last time she had, I was

leaving for college. She told me to be a good girl and make my parents

proud. I couldn't remember the last time I'd hugged my parents. Or seen

them face-to-face. We talked about once a month, but they were always

traveling now that they were retired. I bit back a laugh at the irony.

I

wandered back downstairs, smiling and nodding at people who recognized

me, although I couldn't say who they were. That was the problem with

small towns, and with moving away. All of the elderly people remembered

when you were born and whom your parents were, but you rarely remembered

anything about them, much less their names.

The

crowd was smaller now, and I heard several women in the dining room and

kitchen cleaning up the dishes. I hugged my arms to my chest and slowly

walked down the long hallway to the back of the house. Framed photos

hung on both sides of the wall, and I suddenly wished I'd had a

grandmother growing up who'd had pictures of me on display. As much as

Nana had tried to make me feel accepted in her home, I really wasn't a

part of her family.

I

pushed pending tears away and stepped out the back door and down the

steps to the yard. The sun was warm, and the pond beckoned me to it. I

found myself standing on the small wooden dock Alex's dad had built. One

of the boards was broken, and the weather had done a good job fading

the stain, but otherwise it was still sturdy.

A

warm breeze blew up off the water, rustling through the switches on the

Willow. I stretched out my arms to feel it, and took a big sigh. I

hadn't felt so relaxed in a long time. While I didn't mind my job, I

didn't love it. While I loved traveling, I didn't like having to do it

for work.

What

I wouldn't give to be able to come home at the end of the day and sit

out on a porch like the one at Nana's and watch the sun go down instead

of watching it from the sixth-floor balcony of my high-rise in the city.

To hear the sound of crickets in the evening instead of the rush of

traffic.

A

board creaked behind me, and I spun around. Someone grabbed my hand as I

stepped back, and I was suddenly back in my dream. I gasped and

struggled to regain my balance. Instead of falling backwards into the

water, I was jerked forward and into Alex's strong embrace.

"Whoa! You okay, Jaynie?"

I caught my breath and swallowed, blinking away the remnants of my dream. "Yeah. Thanks. I must have slipped."

"Everyone's gone home." He dropped his arms but didn't move away.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize. I'll be on my way." I started to walk past him, but he grabbed my wrist.

"Stay." He released my hand and cleared his throat. "Please stay."

I

lifted my eyes to his and held his gaze. I wanted to reach out to touch

him, to caress his cheek, to run my fingers through his hair. But I

refrained and kept my hands at my sides. "Okay."

His

smile lit up his whole face, but there was a shadow in his eyes. He

stared at me a moment longer and then said, "Let's go back to my place

so we can talk."

I

blinked, realizing what he'd said, and then I brushed away any ulterior

motives. Of course, we'd go back to his place. We couldn't stay at

Nana's. He'd be most comfortable in his home. And I wanted to see it. I

really did.

We

said goodbye to his parents inside, and then I followed his car across

town to his small house. I parked behind him in a gravel driveway

overgrown with weeds and stared at the weather-beaten boards of the

house, the crooked front steps, the boards over one of the windows.

"It's

just a rental," Alex laughed. He climbed out and ran his hand back

through his hair as he headed back to my car. "I've actually been living

with Nana, taking care of her. When she had to go to the hospital, I

got this place. We weren't sure what to do with her house."

"I'm sorry, I didn't—"

"It's

okay, Jaynie. This place was a steal. Besides, Nana left me her house

in her will, so once we clean the place out, I'll be moving back there."

"What?

That's wonderful! Congrats, Alex. I know you love it there." I couldn't

stop myself from hugging him. Or feeling the slightest bit jealous.

When our eyes met again, I stepped back and shut the driver's side door.

I cleared my throat and my thoughts. "So, let's see what we've got."

"Be

careful of the first step." He held out his hand and helped me up to

the front porch. He wrestled with the lock on the door and then it swung

open into a clean living room. The carpet was definitely dated, and the

walls needed a good coat of paint, but his modern leather and oak

furniture minimized the noticeable eyesores. "Want something to drink?"

"Sure,

whatever you're having." I glanced around, setting my purse on an end

table. Typical masculine knickknacks decorated the few shelves on the

walls: various sports paraphernalia, photos of Alex and his buddies, a

couple of dusty mugs from a tavern in Florida.

My

eyes stopped on a photo of two young kids. A boy and a girl. The glass

was cleaner than the rest of the photos, and the metal frame was brushed

nickel rather than the standard black plastic frames on the others.

"That's

us at Nana's pond." Alex handed me a glass of cola and picked up the

frame. He took a sip of his own soda and put the frame back after a

moment, snorting softly. "I shoved you into the water after she snapped

the picture."

I

gulped. I had forgotten that part. That when Nana had lifted her

camera, she'd told Alex to put his arm around me and smile. He hadn't

wanted to hug me. Maybe I'd pretended all along that he liked hanging

out with me.

But he'd kept the picture. He'd kept it clean and prominently displayed.

I

took a sip of my drink and moved to sit on the sofa. The leather

squeaked as I sank into the corner with a soft sigh. It was comfortable.

So much so that I toed off my heels and curled my legs up underneath

me. The heat of the afternoon sun streaming in the bare window behind me

warmed the material, and I laid my head back for a moment and breathed

deep.

"It's quiet here." I kept my eyes closed and smiled sadly. "I miss this."

The sofa squeaked again, and the weight on the cushion next to me shifted.

"Me, too."

For

the longest time, neither of us talked. The only sound was the clinking

of ice in our glasses and the occasional car driving by outside. I

didn't want to move. I wished I could just curl up and take a nap right

where I was. And when I woke, I wouldn't have to go back to the city.

Back to my hectic life. I wanted the tranquil days of my youth again.

I

frowned. Were they ever really that great? Alex always made them

better, but maybe that's because I could escape from reality when I was

around him.

"What's got you thinking so hard, Jaynie?"

My

eyes fluttered open to stare into his only a foot away. His head lay

against the back of the sofa, just like mine, and a soft smile turned up

the corners of his mouth. I shrugged and finished off my soda, setting

my glass on the coffee table. "Trying to remember why I thought my

childhood was so happy."

"It wasn't all that bad. You had me."

I made an unladylike snort and smirked. "My point exactly."

He raised his hand. "If I didn't know you better; "

I

flinched, expecting him to smack my arm. Instead, his fingers brushed

my temple, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I held my breath and

my heartbeat picked up when his fingers lingered. They grazed over my

cheek when he finally lowered his hand, and I wished he'd put his hand

back.

"Well,

you made my childhood better." He sat forward and deposited his glass

beside mine. "It was nice having a girl around. Even if it had to be

you."

"Hey!"

I really did intend to smack him, but he turned and caught my wrist. I

saw the flash of his eyes. He leaned towards me, and his other hand

cupped my jaw.

"I'm glad it was you, Jaynie."

And then he kissed me.

It

happened so suddenly that I just gasped. His lips were warm and soft,

and I couldn't believe he'd actually done it until he wasn't anymore. I

blinked and stared at him, unable to find my voice.

"I'm sorry, Jaynie. I had to. I've always wanted to. And I; I; I just had to."

I

let out a small cry, unable to form any words. All I wanted was for him

to kiss me again. But when his eyes dropped from my face, I realized he

thought I was offended.

His

grip loosened on my wrist. I took advantage and twisted my hand so I

could pull him to me again. I moaned when our lips touched. And when he

pulled free of my grasp to cradle my jaw again in both hands. And when I

slid my fingers up into his hair at the back of his neck. He moaned in

response.

For

the longest time, we just kissed. At first, it was awkward, as if we'd

never done it before with anyone else. Maybe we were just too tense, and

we eventually relaxed. All I know was that one minute we were

struggling to get the right angle, and then our mouths were moving

against each other like we'd been doing it together all of our lives.

When

his tongue flicked at my closed lips, I opened my mouth to him. One of

his hands slid up behind my neck, his fingers tangling in my auburn

layers as he held my head still. His tongue swept into my mouth and

teased mine.

Our

moans mingled, and I tightened my hold on his neck while he helped me

slide down onto the couch. He lay on top of me, his arms framing my

head, his fingers diving back into my locks, his tongue into my mouth. I

brought a knee up to his hip, my barefoot rubbing against the back of

his calf. His thigh pressed high in between mine, and I gasped, pressing

back.

He pulled away first, panting. "Jaynie."

I stared up into his glossy eyes. I ran a hand along his cheek, my fingers tracing his lips. "Alex."

He

sucked my index finger into his mouth and groaned, his eyes drifting

close. He took my hand in his, guiding my finger in and out of the moist

heat, his tongue rasping against my sensitive fingertip.

My

heart raced now, and breathing was difficult. I was concentrating so

hard on what he was doing to my finger—what I was imagining him doing to

other parts of my body—that I didn't realize his other hand was

caressing my tit through my suit jacket. I moved my hand down to

unbutton the jacket, but he knocked it away; and then his hand fumbled

between us.

I

whimpered as his hand squeezed my tit through my thin top and bra. Even

through the material, the brush of his thumb against my nipple lit

sparks deep within my body. I arched up to him, begging for more.

He

broke our second kiss ever—and the longest thus far—to attack my neck

with his lips and tongue. Shivers ran down my back, and I felt my skin

prickle with goosebumps. I grabbed onto his arms, holding him to me, my

hips bucking as I dry humped his thigh.

I whispered his name over and over again, and I half wondered if he was going to make me orgasm with my clothes on.

Suddenly,

he was still. I was panting and couldn't see clearly. I blinked several

times, and then I was staring into his darkened eyes. "Alex? What is

it?"

"Oh,

Jaynie." He kept whispering it, again and again, his fingers brushing

at the hair around my temple. He leaned down and pressed his lips to my

forehead, his breath warm against my skin.

"You're

scaring me." I relaxed beneath him, but I gasped as he shifted on top

of me. His erection pressed hard against my dress slacks. I closed my

eyes and took a deep breath. "Please."

He said nothing. He just kept running his fingers along my face, as if he were trying to remember every detail. As if;

"No,

Alex. Please don't." I gulped and forced my eyes open. Forced myself to

look at those emerald orbs that were watching me so intently. So sadly.

My grip tightened on his arms. "Don't end it like this. Not after—"

He

kissed me softly. Then he pressed his erection against me again. His

next words cut off my groan. "I have no intention of ending this,

Jaynie. In fact, I intend to make love to you like you've never known.

Like I've always wanted to."

My brain went fuzzy for a moment. I cried out when he bit my lower lip. Whimpered when he sucked it into his mouth.

"I just; " He dipped his tongue into my mouth and moaned. "I just don't want to do it on my living room couch."

I

gasped when he stood and pulled me up by my arms. I tripped over my

shoes on the floor and then stumbled after him down the hall.

His

room was dark and cool, the curtains drawn against the afternoon heat.

He left the door open and led me directly to the bed. With one hand, he

clasped me behind the head and pulled my mouth to his. I heard and felt

him pulling back the covers on the bed with his other hand as he kissed

me, my thoughts turning to mush like my legs.

The

back of my knees hit the bed, and I sat down when he finally released

me. It took a moment, but my eyes grew accustomed to the lack of light,

and I could see his profile standing above me. I felt his eyes watching

me as he loosened and removed his tie. Unbuttoned his shirt. Unbuckled

and released his belt. Lowered his zipper and then his pants.

I

held my breath as each part was bared, leaning back on my hands for

support. Even in the dull light, I could see the outline of his abs. The

V between his hips as it disappeared beneath the waistband of his

boxers. The muscles in his strong arms and legs. He was no longer the

boy I'd imagined in my dreams.

"Your turn, Jaynie." He laughed softly.

I

couldn't move. For a moment, I though he wanted me to strip for him as

he'd done for me. But then he leaned toward me and pulled my jacket

open, sliding it down my arms until it pooled behind me on the bed at my

wrists. He reached around to my back, removing the jacket completely.

It joined his clothes on the floor. I was going to tell him to hang it

up so it didn't get wrinkled when he spoke again.

"Raise your arms."

I

blinked but obeyed. The sleeveless camisole I'd chosen to wear today

for its cooler material sent shivers across my skin when he pulled it up

and over my head. I was suddenly shy, fearful for him to remove my bra,

but he pressed against my shoulders and I lay back on the bed.

My

heart beat wildly in my head as I felt his hands move to my waist,

unbuckling my belt, lowering my zipper. And then he was sliding my pants

down my legs. When I was just in my bra and panties, he turned me

sideways and climbed into the bed beside me.

I'd

spent many nights lying awake, imagining this same situation. But I'd

never thought it would come true. And now that it had, I was more

nervous than I had been my first job interview. I'd puked twice at home

before that incident. I'd always seen myself as a poised individual, and

I hoped I would be that way in bed as well. Apparently, I was a good

liar.

"If you don't want this, please, tell me now. But I pray you won't stop me."

Alex's

hot breath brushed my ear and brought me back to the present. To his

body covering mine. To his hand cupping my tit through my bra. To his

mouth trailing kisses along my jaw line. To his erection that throbbed

against my panty-clad groin.

Somehow,

from somewhere, a shot of courage raced through my veins, and I found

my wits. I grabbed onto his hips, shifted my legs so I could gain some

footing on the mattress, and then pressed up hard against him. Our eyes

met, and by the sliver of light peeking through where the curtains

joined above our heads, I could see his eyes blaze.

"I want this more than you can know." My voice sounded husky, braver than I felt.

I

ran my fingers slowly up his sides, feeling him shudder on top of me,

and then grabbed the backs of his arms, pressing my tits against his

chest. I sucked in my breath when he pressed his erection back against

me. His mouth smashed down on mine again.

For

the longest time, we repeated the encounter on the couch, moaning

through one continual kiss. His hand slid down my side, caressing my

hip, my waist, and then moved back up to cup my tit again. I pressed

into his hand, tugging on his lower lip with my teeth. Whimpering my

desires.

He pulled away from me and looked down, rolling off me to lay at my side.

I

wanted to complain. I missed the feeling of his body on mine. But if

this continued as we both planned, we wouldn't be apart much longer.

"I

want to take your bra off." He spoke the words but didn't move to try

to remove the article of clothing. Instead, he traced his finger along

the edge of the satin cup encasing my left tit. My breath hitched, and

he let out a soft growl when the swell of my tit rose. His finger dipped

below the edge of my bra, and I whimpered again.

His

hand slid down and cupped my tit once more, squeezing gently. The next

thing I knew, he had lowered his mouth and sucked my nipple into his

mouth, right through the material.

"Alex!"

I gasped, writhing beneath him. My hands found his head, my fingers

weaving through his hair just as I felt him pull the material away and

his tongue rasp against my skin. I cried out as fire shot down between

my legs.

He

moaned, and my tit suddenly felt wet as he kissed and licked all over

it like a starving child. He sucked my nipple back into his mouth,

gently nibbling it with his teeth.

I found my voice again, suddenly urgent to end thirty years of torture. "Please, Alex. We can play later. I need you. Now!"

He

chuckled. It was a deep rumbling sound that echoed against my chest. He

released my nipple with a final lick and then slid his hands behind my

back to release my bra. "Oh, trust me, we will definitely play later, my

dear."

My

hand slid down his back and under the waistband of his boxers. I

couldn't resist squeezing his ass, my body shuddering. Cool air brushed

against my freed tits, my nipples hardening painfully. I groaned and

shifted so he could lay between my legs.

"I

would like to see you with the lights on, but right now, I don't want

to waste the time." His lips brushed my cheek, and then he rose up on

his knees. His fingers slid under the waistband of my panties and slowly

pulled them down.

I arched up to him, sucking my lower lip in between my teeth, wondering if he could see the desire in my eyes.

He

glanced up at me. Then he leaned down to the apex of my thighs and

inhaled deeply. He let out a groan, and then removed my panties

completely, tossing them to the floor. When he went to remove his

boxers, my eyes stayed on his face. I didn't want to lose my nerve.

"You tell me if I hurt you. At all."

Those

were the only words he said, and then he was lying down over me again,

our mouths melded together. It seemed as if we'd backtracked, though,

our kisses hesitant again. But it was more of a need to remember the

moment, not to rush it, than a sense of being unsure, as it had been not

too long ago.

My

hands roamed down to his hips, up his sides and over his back, coming

to rest on his shoulder blades. Our tongues outlined each other's

mouths, licked at each other's tongues. I tilted my head back and to the

side when his mouth trailed down my chin and over to my neck, nuzzling

just below my ear. My tits felt heavy, my nipples stiff and aching as

they rubbed against his chest.

His

hands slid under my arms, holding my shoulders from behind. My legs

spread, my knees rising to frame his hips. My hips arched up, and then I

felt his erection press up against me. It was as if our bodies knew

exactly what to do.

I

focused on his mouth on my neck. His little nips and licks. His deep

breathing. But it was impossible to ignore reality when he finally

pushed into me. I gasped and moaned and tightened my grip on him. When

he paused, I clenched my eyes closed.

He

pulled out and slid in again in a slow rocking motion. After doing this

several more times, he pushed in hard all at once until our hips

touched.

I

bit my lip and felt tears in my eyes, but I didn't say a word. Neither

did he. He just kept kissing my neck. His hold on me tightened a bit,

and he began the rocking motion again.

I

relaxed beneath him, hugging his hips with my knees, and let him be in

control. Fire and passion swirled through me, and my hips took on a life

of their own, arching up to his gentle thrusts.

He

propped himself up with his elbows on either side of my head, his

fingers buried within my hair, cradling my head. I finally opened my

eyes and stared up into his dark eyes, my own hands rising to lace

through his hair. He lowered his lips to mine, kissing me softly,

nipping at my lower lip.

It

was several minutes before I felt the dull ache building deep inside.

It started faint and then grew the more he stroked within me. My tits

ached to be touched, as they no longer rubbed against his chest. I

whimpered. He gave me a soft kiss and then lowered his head so he could

suck on my nipples.

I

had never felt so happy as I did at that moment, finally making love to

Alex. When he caressed my side, my hip, his fingers lightly pressing

into my back, I moaned from the sheer joy of him touching me.

Everywhere. He filled me so completely I felt like I wanted to bust.

And

then the pressure grew more, and a tingling feeling at the base of my

spine insisted that I need to reach something. I groaned and grabbed

Alex's shoulders again.

He

unlatched from my tit and kissed my mouth. Then he thrust faster, a

little harder, and whispered in my ear, "Come on, sweetie. You're almost

there."

I

was gasping and crying and wondering how much more I could take when I

felt something break inside me and I yelled his name. Though my brain

was fuzzy and my body shook, I knew he hadn't stopped. He didn't even

slow down.

Suddenly

he paused, his hips pressed against mine. If possible, he got harder

inside me. He growled, calling out my name, and a warmth filled me.

Then

he was stroking slowly again. More shudders rippled through me, and I

tried to hold onto him. After another minute, he stopped and collapsed

on top of me.

I

felt hot and sweaty and a sweet smell filled my nostrils. His lips

brushed against mine, and then he buried his face against my neck.

We

held each other loosely, trying to catch our breath. He shifted, slid

out of me, and then pulled me tight against him, kissing my forehead.

"Oh, Jaynie, why didn't you tell me?"

I

sighed and smiled, tilting my head back so I could look up at him.

"What? Admit that I was still a virgin because the only man I ever

wanted never wanted me?"

"I've

always wanted you, Jaynie. I always will." To prove it, I felt him

twitch against my thigh. "I was just too blind to see what was right in

front of me."

I couldn't help laughing. "I think Nana saw it."

He kissed my nose. "Yes, she did. And I think that's why she left me her house. She knew we'd eventually come to our senses."

"Took us long enough." I nuzzled my head into the crook of his arm and sighed when he tightened his hold on me.

"We'll find some way to make it work. I promise. I'm not letting go of you this time."

"You'd better not, or I'm pushing you into the pond this time!"

We

both laughed so hard that my tits rubbed against his chest, and I felt

the heat and desire puddle between my legs again. When his hand brushed

my hip, I groaned and rolled onto my back. I was just thinking that I

should cancel my hotel reservation when his fingers slipped between my

legs, and I lost all thought of anything besides the here and now.

And soon, I lost all thought completely, as Alex Newberry brought me to the edge.

Over and over again.

Based on a post by secret sexy writer, for Literotica.