It was an overcast Sunday morning. Tammi had surprisingly not slept well after another wonderful evening and night with Jon. The dinner and long walk home were very nice. They had spoken and held hands. She knew he cared about her, but he never took that extra step and finally admitted that he had deep feelings for her. The deep feelings that she felt for him.
She stirred in bed, but didn’t want to disturb him. She finally just got up, put her bra on from the night before, then slipped into a pair of lounge pants (his) that she had “acquired”. They were too big for her, but they were comfortable, and she thought she looked cute in them with the legs rolled up.
Jon shifted in bed, rolled toward her side, and extended his arm as if to cover her. Luckily, she had pulled her pillow down to replace her body and he did not wake.
Tammi quietly tip-toed out of the room, not fully closing the door. He had lowered the temperature in his condo overnight for better sleeping. She walked the long hallway into the large kitchen/living space in front of the penthouse-of-three flat that he lived in. It was decorated, but she longed to add her influence to it. She wanted so desperately for them to move forward.
She made coffee for both of them in his fancy machine that ground whole beans for each cup. Tammi had learned to drink hers black, the way he did. She carried the two, large, metal mugs back down the hall to the master bedroom. All the while, her mind was whirling with confused thoughts of whether to share with him what was bothering her.
She pushed the door open slowly and snuck to his side of the bed to deliver the beverage to his nightstand. Tammi placed it gently and watched the steam rise from it. She retreated to the foot of the bed and picked up the wooden chair which was out of place with the decor, but had some significance to Jon, so he kept it in that room. She had used it the night before because it was a knee saver when she wanted to suck him off while he was standing.
She righted the chair with its back to the bed and took a seat, cowboy style, straddling it. She sipped the hot coffee and just watched him, thinking and exploring her emotions, but also enjoying the beauty in his slumber. The smell of sex from the night before mixed with the aroma of coffee and she felt a rustle in her belly.
Jon must have smelled the coffee or heard her in the room. He started to stir and roll, eyes closed, and searched for her in the bed. “Tam? Tammi?” He opened his eyes to see her sitting in his chair. The light streaming in from the large window was shining on her beautiful, barely-clothed form. “What are you doing? Is everything ok?”
Tammi still had a very serious look on her face and didn’t respond for a short minute. “I was just watching you. The way you told me you do me. I was just thinking.”
“That can’t be good.”
She smirked and let out a one-breath laugh. “Why?”
“I don’t know. I just hope they are good thoughts?”
“Why would they be any different?”
“I guess we talked about some pretty serious stuff on the way home, and then maybe the booze kicked in and we ended up in here…and there.”
“We did talk about some serious topics.” Her eyebrows lifted and head nodded, indicating some concern.
Jon shifted to sit upright in the bed leaned forward. “Hey! Come here, please.”
“I’m good here. I want to talk about this.”
“I understand. Can you come here so we can talk about it? Please? I want to talk about it too! Please?”
Reluctantly, but without power against the sincerity in his voice, she stood and walked to his side of the bed. They each took a sip of their respective coffees. She tried to sit on the edge of the bed.
“No! No sitting on the side of the bed so you can escape. Here. Put your coffee down. This is a serious conversation. Assume the position!”
She shook her head and smiled. “I’m not bending over for you!”
“Not that position. That’s later. You know, the conversation position.” He patted his knees. “Come on, straddle me so we can look at each other.” As they put their coffees on the nightstand, she maneuvered onto his lap, mounting him the way she had the chair. “Thanks for the coffee. Give us a kiss.” They shared a very soft-lipped kiss. “What’s bothering you?”
“You don’t know?” She smacked his arm.
“Ow! I’m sorry! You didn’t have to hit me!” Feigning pain. “Could you do me a favor?”
“What?”
“Open the drawer of my nightstand.”
“That’s another thing. They are both your nightstands. Nothing is mine!” As she leaned over to open the drawer she added, “By the way, we haven’t used condoms in months and I’m not exactly in the mood to have sex with you right now.” She pulled out the drawer. “What the fuck is that?”
“I don’t know. What the fuck is that?”
She retrieved a long, light blue jewelry box. “It looks like a box from that store that you said you would NEVER shop at. What did you do? It’s the wrong size for a ring box.” Wishes shimmered in her eyes. “What is it?”
“Open it and find out.” He leaned forward and put his arms around her hips. “Wait! I want a real kiss before you open it.”
“Are you sure it’s worth a real kiss?”
“I hope, but I want one either way.” She held his face with one hand and thet started slowly, working into full make-out tongues, probing and tasting, breaths hot and quickening.
She pulled away. “Okay. Let’s see. You are going to get me all hot!” She prized open the box to reveal not a bracelet or a necklace, but a sterling silver heart with three links. One was a chair attached to a key ring with two keys on it. The heart was engraved: “Tammi, I LOVE YOU!” On the back: “Our house! Jon”.
“Really?”
“I LOVE YOU, TAMMI!”
She fell into him, arms wrapped tightly around his neck. “I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I’ve wanted to say that for so fucking long! I LOVE YOU!”
“Really! You do?”
“Yes. With all my heart!”
She tilted back, looked at him, then leaned in and kissed him with a passion she had never experienced before. The box and keys were discarded. Their hands clutched at each other as if they had not seen one another for years. They mauled each other before she separated herself and lunged onto the bed, practically jumping out of her lounge pants. She pulled back the covers and exposed his already hard cock. “Oh, goodness! I guess you’re as excited as I am about loving me?”
Jon took both of her hands in his, steadied her and then helped her back down onto his lap. Looking deeply into her eyes, he held her hips and directed her. “Tammi? Will you make love to me?” He moved her dripping lips across the tip of his thick head and teased for a moment before he allowed her to lower herself onto his shaft.
“OHHHHH! Yes!”
Her arms wrapped around his head. She clenched him tightly and took all that she could of him. His dick seemed to be even wider than normal or she was tighter. She enjoyed the slight pain of being stretched. Although she was at her limit, she tried to force him even deeper into her. She wanted to experience him more than she ever had. She nibbled at his strong neck and squeezed him tighter as she felt him flex inside of her. She rode him with short strokes. Her pussy seemed to naturally grab him. She could feel his pulse throughout her.
His strong arms wrapped around her and held her tight. He forced her just slightly lower on him with every stroke. He sucked and bit her neck before he found that “special spot” on the right side of her neck. He licked and then used a hard tongue on it as they continued to make love to each other. That spot killed her, and in combination with being filled like never before with the man she loved, she grew dangerously close to orgasm. She tried to pull away, but to no avail. He was too strong for her and gripped her even tighter, forcing her down again and shocking her spot with his strong tongue. She resisted, but succumbed and gave herself to him. In the process, she uncontrollably tightened around his shaft as she screamed in orgasm.
Jon didn’t stop or let up at all as she panted and bit at him, begging for freedom. Instead, he rolled her onto her back. Now in control on top of her, he quickened his thrusts.
Tammi could hear her juices lubricating his thick cock as he made love to her with an intensity that made her quiver. His pants and moans increased in pace and volume with every stroke. She knew he was there. She dug her nails into his back and joyfully marked the length of it without care as he drove deeply one last time. She could feel the warmth of his seed explode into her core. His whole body twitched with every spasm. He didn’t pull out. Instead, he stayed buried deeply inside her while he rolled her on top rather than crush her under his weight. “I’m yours, roomie.”
“And I’m yours, Jon! I love you!”
