I have to admit I was the brain behind this carefully orchestrated meeting. I had made sure our schedule revolved around the said meeting date, so that nothing could pop up and stand in my way. No pun intended.
And now here I was, about to face something I’ve waited for for a long six months, nervous as all hell and sweating like a pig. I have got to get a grip, I thought. It’s only Scott, it’s only Scott, I kept telling myself, but no matter how many times I thought that, I couldn’t calm down.
Slowly, I raised my fist to knock, and was surprised when the door flung open.
“God, I thought you’d never get here,” he said, smiling widely.
I was unsure of how to react. Had he missed me as I had missed him? Did he want to see me as a friend, or as more? A small smile tugged at my lips as I blushed, and eyed him carefully. He hadn’t changed much. His hair was shorter, much to my surprise. His eyes sparkled, as though he was holding in a secret. I could tell he had been working out a little; his arms had gained more muscle tone since I had last seen him and he didn’t seem as fragile. He definitely aged for the better.
“Well, are you going to come in or what?”
I grinned, and mumbled an apology, stepping inside. I glanced around the room and jumped slightly when I felt his arms wrap around my stomach. God, it felt good to be in his arms again.
I turned, so our chests were pressed together and gazed into his eyes. “Miss me?”
”Like my right arm,” he growled, his arm sliding down my back to rest just above my butt. I shivered as I felt his hot breath tickle my face, and dropped my gaze to his lips.
“I missed you too,” I whispered, unconsciously licking my lips. My God, I can’t go on much longer. I need to taste him, to devour him alive. Obviously he was thinking the same thing, as I felt his groin harden against my own. My gaze rose to his eyes, where I caught a glimpse of passion, and I couldn’t take it any longer.
Slowly, I took a deep breath, and closed my eyes, my lips pushing hard against his. Adrenaline coursed through my veins as I felt him kiss back, and I swear I felt my heart stop for a few short seconds. My tongue prodded his lips, licking playfully, until he finally parted his mouth allowing my tongue access. Urgently, I explored, trying to familiarize myself once again with his insides. I felt his tongue brush mine, and in that short instant, I swear I died and went to Heaven. Our tongues danced with one another, my hands roaming wildly over his body as he pushed me slowly back towards the bed.
I knew where this was heading and there was no way in hell I was going to stop it.
As I fell against the cool sheets, we broke apart, he grinning slyly and me in sheer ecstasy. My breathing had increased quite rapidly, my cheeks flushed pink, eyes shining. Apparently Scott was feeling the same way, as I dragged my eyes up his body, to meet his grinning face. He crawled up my body slowly, teasing me, finally lying pressed against my chest. But soon enough, his hands were on me, and I once again felt my heart race with pleasure.
I had missed him so desperately these past months, and now all my pent up tension was releasing. Nothing had felt better at this moment, feeling him on top of me, wanting me as much as I needed him.
I felt him tug at my tee shirt, and grinned, whipping it off, revealing my milky skin. His eyes gazed over my chest, lips glistening, and I felt my heart soar. It lasted but a second, before he dipped his head down, licking at my nipple, and I was once again filled with pleasure. My body writhed underneath his, hips arching as he adorned kisses along my chest.
“Scott…” I moaned, eyes clenched shut, my knuckles white from their grasp on the sheets.
He took that as a sign and met my lips, the kiss so full of passion it made me weak in the knees. I ripped his shirt off, desperate to feel his skin pressed to mine. It was hot, I noted, before assaulting it with kisses. I bit his nipple playfully, waiting for his reaction. He gasped, pushing my head closer. I grinned to myself, proud I had gotten such a reaction out of him, and gladly continued, my tongue swirling around the sweet skin.
“Oh…my God, Taylor,” he moaned, his hips bucking against me.
By now I was quite aroused, and wanted nothing more but to be tangled with him.
“Scott…” I murmured, pulling at his pants. “I need you.” I guess my eyes showed the desperation; because he slid his pants off without a hitch, mine following soon thereafter. We lay naked together, sweat glistening on our pale cheeks, and panting.
He eyed me intensely, as if asking me if it was okay. I nodded him on, not even thinking about it.
“Please,” I whispered.
He nodded slowly and positioned himself above me, pulling my legs to rest on his shoulders. I breathed deeply, my stomach caving in with each breath.
“Are you ready?” he asked, his hands on each side of me for balance.
I nodded him on, and winced slightly as he entered me. It didn’t hurt as much as everyone said, and soon the pain died down, to be replaced with pleasure. Slowly, he pushed in and out of me, watching my face carefully for any pain I might show. I moaned low, clutching his back, and began to move with him. I have never felt such a thing in my life before, and nothing could replace the high I was on from knowing it was with someone I loved.
Whoa…someone I loved? Yes. That makes sense. What else could explain how I felt about him? I did love him. I loved him so desperately, and I finally began to realize this as he pushed into me, face scrunched and sweat beads forming on his forehead. I lay back and relaxed, letting my body react the way it had wanted to for so long. The way it needed to.
I heard him moan and mumble softly, and my eyes flashed open. “What?” I asked, almost out of breath, my mind not being able to concentrate on the words that tumbled out of his lips.
“I’m…almost…there,” he breathed, gasping for breaths in-between each word. I nodded in agreement, my bruised lips fumbling to meet his.
Just as our lips met, I felt my body tingle and an unmistakable feeling fill my chest. A loud moan escaped into his mouth, and I felt myself reaching climax as he filled me, nearly screaming my name while doing so.
What seemed like a few short moments later, he collapsed on my chest, panting, and his face flushed scarlet. My body was still tingling and I was afraid if I moved, it might go away. But still, I found his hand, tangling my fingers with his and whispered softly. “Thank you.”
He smiled lazily in response, obviously in some state of ecstasy as he stroked my cheek with one long finger.
We rested in silence for a few minutes, but my head snapped up as I heard the doorknob click. I lay completely still, hoping against hope that was happening wouldn’t really happen.
I don’t have much luck, and was reassured this as my eyes met the horrified glaze of my brother’s.
“What the hell…?”