Nineteen

Kathryn

His lips on mine. I could live the rest of my life never kissing another man. They could never make me feel like this. My whole body is on fire when his hands and lips are on me. On the tailgate of his truck, all I want is for him to claim me. Make me his I don't care about anything else. I don't need a title just him. He stands me up and turns me around facing away from him. His voice strong and commanding " Unbutton your pants, and bend over baby" I do as I am told his hands grab both sides of my jeans pulling them down along with my panties to my ankles I didn't wear any shoes leaving his house. I can feel my face flush he's doing exactly as I said. He releases me and I feel his cock rub against me. Sliding against the moisturize as he teases me over and over. I want him so bad. "Please!" I beg. He continues his assault on me. My nerves standing on end I need him. Holding his length sliding it back and forth. "Please Nathan, please." I whine. He gives in sliding into me slowly. My knees grow weak he's so deep. Pull back and thrust back inside of me. His hands wrapping around me finding the most sensitive areas of my body always knowing exactly what I need. Hammering into me until I feel him move out of me and his voice follows "Turn around and face me." and again I obey. He lifts me, gliding me down onto him. Laying my back on the tailgate, grabbing my wrist holding them above my head. Still filling me with more and more passion. He leans down into my ear he whispers "Say you are mine and only mine!" I say "I will always only be yours" he finds his release still hovering over me his fingers still tracing me with him still inside of me he never stopped moving into me."You feel so good, baby. Let yourself go." As if he is commanding me I climax.

He  lifts me up, "Let's go back to my house I think the bed is still calling us." We dress and jump into the truck, he keeps me so close to him the whole way back. Once we get back we both decided on a shower. Nathan insists on lathering me up, not missing one spot as he washes me. I do the same to his letting my fingers trace over every inch of this olive skin. He is so damn beautiful, the water is cascading down his body. He lifts his hands to his hair leaning his head back into the steaming hot water. How could anyone look at him and not see his perfection? Past his exterior, he has so many amazing qualities. The reason I see him this way is because I am completely and irrevocably in love with this man. He turns the shower off snapping me out of my daydream. "Let's get in the bed! I would like to at least play you a few more songs before you run off or maybe I can convince you to stay." He says laughing as he hands me a towel. "Oh so are you willing to risk  our safe place for me to stay with you?" I ask half-joking wrapping my towel around me. He looks at me over his shoulder as he's towel drying his hair. He turns quickly tossing the towel, picking me and putting me over his shoulder "At this point, Ms. Carter I'm will to risk everything!" Walking me into the room laying me down on the bed. His hand slides up the towel pulling it away from my body. The intense look in his eyes already has me ready for him. His fingers running down my body to his favorite spot in between my thighs his fingers swirling and grazing. He leans down to my lips and says still teasing me "Kathryn I want to be yours. If you will let me be. This is us. You are always burning up my mind. Don't let me screw this up." I can't respond all I can think about is his lips, his hands, and the perfect words I've waited to hear fade away. I pull him into me kissing him our tongues dancing to their favorite rhythm. He rolls over, pulling me on top lifting me only to fill me with himself. We fit together so perfectly. His hands caressing over my body. I lean down to face him, to feel his lips on mine, and pushing him deeper. He's already so close I can feel his tension with every movement. Our love is wild, when we are together it can't be tamed. We are pressed so close to each other our hearts beating are the only sound as we climax together.

Still laying on the bed unclothed wrapped in each other. He reaches for the guitar off the floor and pulls himself to lean against the headboard. He strums a few notes, his voice is husky "Any requests, sweetheart" I'm lying next to him on my stomach lifted up by my elbows facing him. His face lit by the fireplace that's now roaring. "Let see for you know any Kings of Leon?" He laughs and shakes his head, running his fingers through his hair. He says "Which ones your favorite?" He just asked a dangerous question I could go on and on with songs I love "Surprise me" I say rolling over laying on my back. He strums a few chords and starts to play "True Love Way" smiling softly I lay with my eyes close singing the words in my head. How does he know? Know the way to my heart he's pulling me deeper and deeper until I'm drowning in him. I can't continue to let myself feel this for him. The song comes to an end he goes into a different song, one I wasn't expecting John Mayer's "Slow dancing in a Burning Room" my eyes shoot open as I sit up and look at him he's wearing the biggest smile. He stops strumming and says "What's wrong baby? Isn't this one of your favorites?" My lips part to say something I look down I know my eyes are filling with tears and questions like how the hell he knows it's my favorite.  I listened to this song over a thousand times since the beginning of all of this. It's the song that reminds me so much of him I haven't told anyone. He stops playing his arms wrap around me pulling me into his arms. "Kathryn, what's wrong are you okay? I didn't mean to upset you. Don't you remember telling me the night of the party, the same night we fought that this song is your favorite? " Of course I don't remember that I was drunk. My heart aches as he finishes "I learned it just for you, even though you kicked me out the next day. I still wanted you to hear it one day.." I lift my eyes to meet his "Nathan it's my favorite because it reminds me of you. Every single word." Tears streaming down my face. I feel way more vulnerable than I have ever wanted to. His hand meets my chin lifting my face to his. Those beautiful brown eyes pleading with so much sadness. "I'm sorry! I didn't know it would upset you. I didn't realize how much it related until just now." I say " I'm not crying because I'm sad it's more than one thing. You remember every detail of things I tell you, events that happen, and my favorites of this or that. It's perfect but what's worse is that we will constantly fight others over this connection." His face drops every trace of that brilliant smile gone. "Kathryn, I don't do any of the things I do to hurt you. I swear."  Why must I always realize just how much this is doomed in the perfect moments. He gave me the opportunity to be done and yet it made me want him more. His eyes still on me he's always so focused on me when I'm close to him.  He says "You know if what you need from me is, to be honest with everyone I will! I will do that for you and with you standing beside me. Just say the word." My eyes studying his I know he doesn't want that even though he is saying it now. I've dreamed of our future and what it might look like. Gravity is always working both ways for us, either pulling us in or pulling us out.