"I'm thinking how perfect this is," I say. I bite my bottom lip. "I'm thinking how badly I want you. How those video chats the last few nights just had me horny as hell."
He lifts his eyebrows and I hate that I said that because it means his mouth has left my breast. He plucks my nipple tenderly.
"Yeah? You never said anything about that."
I laugh. "I know," I say. My fingertips find his belt buckle and undo it, taking control in a way I never have in my life. "I was a little nervous to say that I was horny, that you turned me on every time I saw your face." I run my fingers over his beard. "You're so handsome, Truett. You're so perfect."
He shakes his head. "Not perfect. I'm flawed in a hundred different ways."
"Aren't we all?" I say.
He shrugs. "Your body, there's not a flaw here."
I roll my eyes. "You haven't seen my cellulite."
"I fucking love everything about you," he says. He runs his hands over my hips. I'm bare naked for him and I feel so beautiful. He squeezes my ass. "Perfection," he repeats, and in this moment, I feel like maybe I am perfect to him. He certainly seems perfect to me. My perfect pair.
"You know I'm a virgin," I say, "but..."
He nods. "I know, baby. We'll take this slow. We'll take this however you want."
"I just want you," I say, unbuttoning his flannel shirt, needing more of his skin, each and every inch.
"So tell me, you were talking about being horny the last few days?"
I giggle nervously. "Yeah, I couldn't get you off my mind. I was thinking what a tease I was, having you come to my apartment and then falling asleep before we even got very far."
He shakes his head. "No, we got plenty far," he says, running his hand between my legs. Right at my center, my core, my pussy… it's wet, sopping wet, and he likes it, I can tell.
He groans. "Fuck. You're making me wild."
"Good," I say. "Am I making you hard too?"
"See for yourself," he says. With his jeans and boxers off, he's standing before me naked, and oh my God, he looks incredible. Perfect. I know I keep using that word a lot, but how can I not? Six-pack perfection chiseled in ways I only dreamed about. His biceps are ripped. His ass is muscular and defined and his cock, oh my heart. It's thick and it's long and I wrap my fingers around it, not quite sure what I'm supposed to do, but wanting to learn, eager to please him the way he so masterfully pleased me.
"Nice and slow," he whispers in my ear. His hot breath tickles, and I let out a whimper. He groans, the sound erotic, and we move to my bed. Nestled side by side, staring into one another’s eyes, he moves my leg up so he can get better access to my wet cunt and I give him what he needs. I begin to stroke him more eagerly.
"There you go, baby," he says, "just like that."
"I want you in me," I tell him. I lick my lips. "I want to taste you, I want to feel you."
"I know, honey," he says, "but you aren't ready. Your pussy's so fucking tight."
"It is?" I ask. He nods, running his hand through my hair, making me feel small and delicate, so beautiful.
The sunlight streams through a skylight, the light pine walls feel warm and inviting. This house feels safe. I have visions of a family here, growing old here, being with him here forever. I close my eyes as a tears streak down my cheeks.
"What is it, baby?" he says. I shake my head. Scared to say my thoughts. I blink. His eyes are on mine. "What is it? Are you okay?"
"I was just thinking how happy I am," I say. "To be here, and how I can see it, all of it."
"A future?" he asks.
I nod. "With you." I swallow. "Truett, outside, when you said you loved me…?"
He nods. "I meant it. I know it's fast, but..."
I nod, rolling on top of him, straddling him in a way I need and a way I want.
"I love you too," I tell him. "I love you, Truett Baker."
I kiss him then and he wraps his arms around me, holding me tight as he rolls on top of me, taking complete control, pinning me to the bed.
"I know you're tight," he says, "and it might hurt but then it will feel so good. It will feel like coming home."
I close my eyes and I breathe him in, letting him take over, letting him take me to the place I've always dreamed of, being safe and secure where I belong, and in this moment I know it's with him. I know we have obstacles ahead of us and I don't know where we're going exactly or how we're going to get there, and it's only been three days, but I moan. I gasp. I pant as he begins to fill me up in a way only true love can, in a way only true love knows how. Effortlessly, seamlessly. Our bodies come together like we are a perfect pair.