Page 74 of Misadventures of a Biker

I tapped Teddi on the shoulder and tilted my head toward her room. “C’mon.”

“C’mon what?” she asked.

I glanced at the horizontal tent I was pitching. Her eyes naturally followed mine.

“What’s that about?” she asked.

“That’s all you,” I said.

She beamed with pride. “Why?”

“Because,” I replied. “You’re sexy as fuck.”

“In this?”

“In anything.”

I took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom. In what I expected was part experiment and part wishful thinking, I took a position at her side on the bed. A few minutes of playful kissing followed.

Still as stiff as a stone, I removed my shorts and shirt and tossed them aside. She followed suit, stripping herself of her morning’s attire entirely.

I positioned her with her head at the headboard, flat on her back. I nestled myself between her legs and kissed her gently.

In the past, the positioning and the sexual temperature wouldn’t have been enough to arouse me more than a soap commercial.

My throbbing cock twitched against her inner thigh, itching to feel the pleasure of her warm confines.

As we kissed, she guided it between her legs. Free of dirty talk, ass slapping, choking, or hair pulling, I carefully slid my length inside.

Not so small that it was uncomfortable but tight enough to evoke caution in my manner of proceeding, her pussy fit me like a custom-made glove.

Nearly overcome with excitement regarding my newfound ability to have meaningful sex, I made love to her like it was my first time. In many respects, it was. My previous sexual encounters, although not in their entirety, had been driven by thoughts of violence, hate, and domination.

The sex that was underway was fueled by nothing other than deep-seated feelings for the woman who lay beneath me.

I made love to her tenderly, and in silence, enjoying the feeling of her naked body against mine. Our two bodies managed to become one, neither of us requiring instruction from the other to proceed with fulfilling our sexual desires.

My forestrokes were met by her aft and vice versa. As if choreographed, we continued, holding one another tightly as our hips moved in perfect timing with one another. I feared if I released her, the magic would somehow come to an end. It was a chance I wasn’t willing to take, so I held her like our time together was to be our last.

Each stroke brought me measurably closer to climax. Our eyes met. We didn’t speak. Words would have only tarnished an otherwise perfect meeting of two souls meant to share an equally perfect lovemaking session.

As if our lives were connected by a string, we reached climax together as we kissed. When the fireworks ended, I collapsed at her side.

The time to speak was upon me. So I did just that.

“I love you,” I said, meeting her content gaze. “I’m sure of it.”

“I’ve been loving you,” she said in a shaky voice, “for some time now.”

Smiling, I kissed her. My father always said ladies first.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Teddi

Herb lifted a forkful of the baked grouper to his mouth. “Best damned fish I’ve ever eaten, and I’ve eaten my share, believe me.”

Devin claimed that Herb was eighty years old, but one wouldn’t think it by looking at him. He would easily be guessed for sixty-five by anyone who met him.