I disclaim again. I only own Charlie and those unknown.
I'm going to ask a lot of you this chapter. This is set to a song and the song's tempo, Father Figure courtesy of George Michael. It's not slow motion, but try to imagine it just a wee bit slower than real time. Each movement, time consuming, each moment, absorbed slowly. I hope I can translate to "paper" what I see in my head!!
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Chapter Nineteen – Just You and Me Tonight
He stood at the other end of their bedroom and watched her. She removed all but one piece of her jewelry and smiled at him in the mirror. He looked at her as a woman. Not the physical being, but as his choice for a partner. She would give him a home, a family, a future. She would be his best friend, his companion and advisor. The enormity of what she meant to him struck him hard and he choked back his emotions. She was already more than he could have ever dreamed in someone and it would only get better.
He met her half way and took in the feel of the room; sparse candlelight, soft music, the scent of the flowers he'd gotten her mixed with the candles. They stood mere inches apart, her perfume now mingling with the other scents that were intoxicating him. One hand released each button holding her in her dress. The plum color of her dress made her eyes jump out, her skin tone radiate, and her hair glow brighter. (That's all I wanted, something special, something sacred, in your eyes)
When the final button was undone, the dress fell and pooled at her feet. The sharp intake of breath, a subtle hint at the way she made him feel. Their eyes never left eachother, they needed no words spoken, only the emotion transferred through the eyes. She stood before him wearing only her Manolos. The other hand reached behind her head and released the chocolate hair that spilled over her shoulders and framed her face. Had she lived a thousand years ago, Helen of Troy would never have launched a tugboat much less a thousand ships. This woman before him was far more beautiful than any other creature ever known to man.
Her hands went to the buttons of his shirt. She could feel the hard chest hidden beneath the tailored dress shirt and felt the familiar ache between her legs. After the last button was undone, she removed his diamond cuff links and worked the buttons on each cuff. Her eyes stayed steady on his just as he'd done moments before. Skin had yet to touch skin, but the temperature in the room rose with each exposure. As she removed the shirt revealing his shoulders, her nipples brushed his bare chest and they both inhaled sharply, yet again.
She wanted to touch him, wanted to taste that delicious skin, but she held off for her prize. Her hands began to remove his belt followed by his pants and he removed his shoes. The heat of his body felt like it would sear her fingers as she fought to keep from shaking. She wondered how she'd removed his boxers without touching any flesh, sure it could be done, and it was more of a self control issue than anything. She knelt in front of him and gripped the hem at each leg. Her face so close to him he could feel her breath and she could see the twitch in his abs.
She pulled down and managed somehow to keep her eyes on his despite his erection being millimeters from her lips. His breathing was ragged, her body shook; she licked her lips and got a moan from him as she came so close to contact. She stood again. This had to be the hardest thing either had done. A battle raged in him, one side begging to take her forcefully and the other wanting to continue the painful agony already taking place. (For just one moment to be bold and naked at your side)
She had been with him through thick and thin, never judged him in good times and bad. One misunderstanding extinguished, it had been a long and tear filled discussion, both asking for forgiveness. Fear had controlled her and she reacted without giving him the benefit of the doubt or even a chance to explain. One drunken night forgiven, he came close to killing himself and scared her more than she thought possible. She had never seen him or anyone in that condition and to witness the horrifying breakdown was a lot for her to handle.
She accepted everything about him as is. She didn't need to upgrade or change anything; she simply loved Randy for Randy. Even when he wondered if his latest stunt at work, his latest fine or suspension would be a final straw for her, she still stayed. She often shook her head and he knew she was disappointed in him, but she never faltered in her love. He finally reached for her, cupping her face in his hands. She loved when his fingers were in her hair and his thumbs stroked her face, it made her feel like she was the only one in the world he could see. (Sometimes I think that you'll never understand me, maybe this time is forever, say it can be)
His eyes expressed his doubts, fears, dedication, loyalty, commitment. His face was so close to hers, teasing her, eliciting a whimper as he moved his face around hers, as if his skin was memorizing each feature. She absorbed his scent and breathed deeply as if it were her last. He paused when his mouth reached hers, both slightly open, both waiting. Her hands went to his chest and she let her nails dig in just a little, just enough. He kissed her so featherlike it was almost like a dream. She wasn't even sure it happened until his warm tongue traced her lips. She anxiously waited for him to let her tongue taste him but he pulled back. (That's all you wanted, something special, someone sacred, in your life. Just for one moment, to be warm and naked at my side)
What's the definition of torture? Agony? Torment? She was sure the moment his hands touched anything but her face she would scream out as the orgasm took her instantly. She was close to groveling, real close. He stepped back from her and drank in the sight in front of him. He had the rest of his life to gaze at her, to marvel at the woman who would be his wife. (Baby, I will be your father figure, put your tiny hand in mine. I will be your preacher teacher anything you have in mind…I will be the one who loves you until the end of time)
He picked her up and placed her on the bed, eyes never leaving hers. He reached into the vase and withdrew a flower, his eyes glinting like the devil. He moved from the foot of the bed and stopped just above her. She watched the way his muscles moved beneath him as he shifted his body next to hers. He rested his head on his hand and let the flower dance across her body. He still kept their bodies separate, still watched her. He loved the way her eyes darkened and clouded when she was aroused (That's all I wanted, just to see my baby's blue eyes shine. This time I think that my lover understands me. If we have faith in each other then we can be strong)
Her breathing was frayed at best and only got worse as he imprisoned her hands above her head. Her breasts were swollen and longing for his mouth but all they got was the delicate touch of flower petals. He could see the goosebumps rise on her flesh and knew his foreplay was successful. He let the petal play with the skin on her tummy, each hip, those thighs, all the way to her feet. Her mouth felt dry as she watched his strong hands hold the fragile flower. The same hands used to lift men over 250 pounds and slam them to the ground were gentle and causing her body to ache for him.
She could feel her body's reaction when the flower met her inner thighs; he knew it wouldn't take much more when her female scent lifted to him. He painstakingly slowly moved between her legs. He left the flower on her tummy and the petals shook with each uneven breath she somehow managed to take. He used his knees to open her to him and kept her legs in place as he sat back on his heels and let his fingertips glide along her inner thighs. Another moan and whimper escaped her as he plucked the flower and used the petals with his fingers to make love to her.
It wasn't long before she was arching off the bed and crying for him; her face expressing the anguish and her eyes pleading with him to make love to her. He placed the flower back on her tummy and positioned himself to take her. He kissed her and let his tongue finally meet hers as the tip of his throbbing erection touched her wet folds. His head was swimming and he thought he'd drown before he even entered her. He took a deep breath and slid into her, she lifted her hips to meet him, pull him in.
She wanted more, craved more, faster, rawer, but he kept the pace at a steady stream. Their eyes remained on eachother as their bodies intertwined and gained pleasure. She fought him and tried to encourage the pace but he just smiled at her. His lips and tongue teased her mouth, her neck, her breasts, just as his manhood teased her. (If you are the desert I'll be the sea. If you ever hunger, hunger for me. Whatever you ask for that's what I'll be)
He enjoyed watching her face as he satisfied her, brought her higher and higher. The downside was it took him higher and higher, quicker than he wanted. His body's desire gained control and he sat back on his heels again. He lifted her hips to meet him and he let the groan escape when she rotated her hips. Leaning forward, he slid his arms under her and pulled her up so she sat in his lap. (It's in your eyes baby, baby, and love can't lie, no...(Greet me with the eyes of a child) My love is always tell me to...(Heaven is a kiss and a smile) Just hold on, hold on, I won't let you go, my baby)
He moved in and out, she moved in circles; both motions brought forth groans, moans, whimpers and cries. She let her head fall back and her body relax into his arms, he couldn't help but follow her and place his lips on her neck. The moved in synch, rhythmically, drawing and gaining, giving and bestowing. They both felt a deeper emotional connection with the other, something stronger than the day before. He placed her back on the bed and kissed her deeper, conveying to her how she made and would make him feel.
He gyrated his hips to plunge farther, touching the places that would send her soaring. He pushed and pushed until he had her screaming his name and all he could do in response was answer her call. (I will be the one who loves you until the end of time)
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Please let me know if you want a wedding scene. If I do this, I was planning on doing a few build up chapters. If I don't, there will be no build up, of course, but other things will take place.