Tangled - Part 7

"You have tortured me from the minute I saw you, from the second I looked into your eyes across that room and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop thinking about you. I fought against what I felt for you with every cell in my body, yet even so, I wanted you whenever I saw you, but I always stopped myself. Do you have any idea how I agonized over the thought of being in love with you, knowing that I could never have you because you belong to someone else? It was driving me crazy! I only said those things to drive you away, to protect myself, for self-preservation. My life has been a living hell!"

He stopped, his beautiful eyes kept me pinned me to the wall.
"Wait, back up a bit!" I breathed, my heart pounding. “Say that part again.”
“Which part.” He said with a small smile. “My life has been a living hell?”

I hesitated because I didn’t want to break the spell of the words that I thought I’d heard.
“No.” I whispered. My voice was so soft that he leaned forward slightly to hear me. “The part about . . being in love . . !”
"Oh!” He grinned. “That part!” He stepped closer to me, his eyes mesmerizing.

“I have a feeling that you heard me!” He said with a small smile.
“Yes, but I want to hear it again.” I whispered. “Just so that I know I didn’t imagine it.”

He moved closer and touched my cheek gently.
“I’m in love with you!” He whispered and I stared at him unbelievingly. “I've loved you from the moment I saw you! Although it took me quite a while to admit it to myself.” “But . . but you’re going away . . ?” I began.

“I was leaving to get away from you because I knew that sooner or later, I would lose control and do something stupid. I could never do that to Danny. I've been in that position and it was unbearably awful. I wanted you so much and I realized that the only way to prevent further pain to any of us was to leave.” He paused and looked at me. “But of course, it's up to you now.”

“Up to me?” I asked, allowing myself a small spark of hope. He had denied me for so long that I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

“Now who’s being obtuse? It’s up to you whether I leave or not, your choice. I love you and I really don't want to go, so if you still want me . . ?” He whispered. “If you still . . love me?” He reached out his hand and stroked my face,
My heart broke free and took flight. I was at a loss for words, so I just stared at his beautiful face.

“Well?” He asked, his eyebrows raised. “Do you want me? Shall I leave or not?” His green eyes held mine and I saw the rest of my life in them. I took a breath to speak but the words never came. He kept silent and waited for me. I stared at him, willing the words to come out of my mouth but nothing happened. His face grew grim and his shoulders slumped.
“Okay.” He said softly. “I’ll go now.” He turned to leave but I stopped him, my fingers clutching at his arm.
"No don’t go! Stay, please stay!" I whispered at last. “Please, I want you . . I need you to stay.”

He turned back to me, his eyes glorious.
"I'm here, right in front of you waiting, so if you want me, if you love me then . . love me, please just love me. It's all I've ever wanted!" I said softly.

He stared at me for what seemed like hours and then I was in his arms, his mouth on mine in another hungry, demanding kiss. He ran his hands down my naked back and down under the elastic of my shorts, down onto my bare ass cheeks. He gripped them tightly and pulled me against his body. My entire being thrilled at his touch and at the feel of his warm, hard body pressed against mine. My arms went around his neck and I pulled him closer to me and returned his kiss. I felt the hot hardness of his crotch press into my lower belly and an electric shock ran through my groin and my own sudden erection pressed against him. He moaned with delight and pushed his pelvis harder against mine.

I pulled away from his kiss, my knees buckling.
"Please stop!" I said breathlessly, my head spinning, "Stop . . I can't breathe . . but don't stop, don't you dare stop!" He held me up in his arms and looked down at me with those brilliant eyes of his.
"Hmm!" He laughed, "I was right, just like cherries!"

I smiled up into his startling eyes.
“Now that is really romantic.” I said.
“I haven’t even started yet.” He laughed. “If you want romance, trust me you’ll get it.”

He stroked my cheek with his fingertips and his eyes roamed over my face, as if seeing it for the first time.
“I want to kiss you again.” He whispered, his eyes on mine.
“Does it look like I'm about to stop you?” I said softly.

He smiled and then his lips were on mine again. This time his kiss was soft and tender. He pulled away and looked down into my eyes.
“I love you.” He whispered.
"And I love you, God how I love you.” I breathed. He kissed me lightly on my forehead.
“Oh Davey, Davey.” He sighed. “You have no idea how I’ve longed for this moment. I’ve dreamed of it, over and over again. I never thought it would happen.”

I lifted my hands and cupped his face. His green eyes glowed brilliantly as he stared into my face.
“Neither did I.” I said breathlessly. “Say my name like that again.”
He laughed. “Davey!” He whispered.
“I love it!” I said. “Don’t ever stop doing it.”
“This is like some wonderful dream.” He whispered.
“If it is, then please, don’t let me wake up. I’ve waited for you for so long.” I whispered. “I would have waited forever. There could never be anyone else but you.”

He bent forward and kissed me again. His hands roamed up and down my back. I tangled my hands in his hair and surrendered to him completely. My legs turned to jelly and I found it a little difficult to keep myself upright.
He drew back from the kiss and smiled.
“You are so delicious.” He whispered. “I don’t want to stop kissing you.”
“You don’t have to.” I replied. “I don’t want you to.”

He leaned forward and his lips gently caressed mine, his hands explored the flesh of my back. My senses whirled and my legs started to shake, no longer able to hold me up. He drew back and smiled down at me.
“I don’t want you to stop,” I said shakily, “but I really need to sit down before I fall down.”

He led me to the couch, sat me down gently and knelt on the floor in front of me between my knees. His hands caressed my bare thighs as he leaned forward and kissed me again. He pulled away and sat back on his heels.

"Let me look at you." He said softly. He ran his hands down my thighs to my knees. His eyes traveled down my body, from my long tousled hair, down over my face, over my hair covered chest and down over my stomach, following the trail of hair to my shorts. His gaze lingered on my bulging shorts, taking note of how they clung to my obvious erection and the patch of moisture that had started to seep through the fabric. He smiled as I tried to cover my crotch with my hand. He stopped me, his hand on mine.

"No, don't! You don’t have to hide from me anymore." He whispered, his eyes on mine. “And you’re not alone, trust me.”
He smiled and then his gaze continued down my tanned legs to my feet. His fingers caressed the tattoo on my foot.
"I love the spider, it took me by surprise.” He sighed and looked up at me again.
“I . . um . . I have another tattoo,” I whispered, “in a far more private place.”
“Show me!” He said.

I hesitated. He smiled and leaned forward.

“Show me!” He said again. “Or I’ll tickle you to death!” I was soon to discover that this was his way of getting what he wanted from me.

I laughed and slid down in the couch slightly. I slid the waistband of my shorts down to the base of my penis carefully, exposing my pubic hair. My hard shaft formed a sideways ridge in my shorts. He leaned forward a little more and studied the small dragon nestled just above my pubic patch. Then he leaned forward even more and dropped a light kiss on the tiny tattoo. His chin pressed against my still extremely hard cock. I shivered with excitement and moaned softly.

He looked up at me, his eyes dark with what I later came to know as desire.
“Oh God!” He whispered. “That is so incredibly sexy.”
He sat back on his heels again and sighed.
“You are so beautiful!” He breathed

I leaned forward and touched his face.
"So are you.” I whispered breathlessly. “Oh my God, so are you.
I sat back and sighed.
“I can’t believe this.” I whispered. “Please don’t let me wake up.”
“You’re not asleep, so believe it.” He said softly. “I’m really here.”

He tenderly caressed the dragon on my groin with the tips of his fingers and sighed.
“So incredibly sexy.” He said under his breath.

I held my breath as his fingers slowly ran up the path of hair to my belly. He laid his hand flat on my belly gently.
“And so warm.” He sighed.
“Don’t . . uh . . don’t you have any tattoos?” I asked shakily to distract myself from his electric touch and the aching, throbbing in my shorts.
“Actually I do; one.” He said with a mischievous smile.

”I want to see it.” I said breathlessly.
“Really?”
“Yes, really!”
“Okay!”

He knelt upright and undid his jeans and pushed them down to mid-thigh. It did not escape my notice that his crotch was bulging and like me, his shorts were very wet at the front. I also couldn’t help but notice that his thighs were tanned and well muscled and covered with fine golden hair. He turned slightly and pulled down the waistband of his shorts over his left buttock. There, in the middle of his cheek, was a small colorful butterfly.

“A butterfly?” I remarked with a laugh. “Of all the things I expected, that has to be the very last.”
“Why?” He asked.
“Well, I don’t know.” I said. “I thought that maybe you’d have something more . . oh I don’t know . . more macho, I guess.”
“You don’t like it?”
“Oh no!” I said quickly. “Of course I like it, I love it.” I paused and leaned forward and gently touched the butterfly. He shivered at the feel of my fingers and let out a small involuntary moan. I sat back in the couch again as he stared at me silently.

“It shows that there is more to you than meets the eye. Not only are you a hopeless romantic, but you also have a sexy frivolous streak.” I whispered huskily.
“What can I say?” He said softly with a small smile. “I’m complicated.”

He knelt upright, pulled his jeans up and fastened them and then made a move to stand up.
"No, please stay there." I whispered.

He sat back on his heels again, his hands resting on his thighs. I drank in every detail, every hair and every pore of the beautiful man who had just told me that he loved me. The exhilaration of being able to stare at him openly was overpowering and I reveled in it. My eyes traveled over his entire body, not missing a thing. I marveled at the breadth of his chest and shoulders, the way his shirt clung to his frame and the chest hair that showed in the open neck of his shirt.

I leaned forward and undid a few more buttons. He watched with interest, a small smile on his lips.
“Do you mind?” I asked and he shook his head. “I’ve been dying to see your body since last night in the pharmacy.” I whispered. “Besides, you have me at an advantage, I’m shirtless so you’ve seen a lot more of me than I have of you.”

He undid the rest of the buttons and shrugged his shirt off his shoulders. He dropped it on the couch. His chest was broad, tanned and covered with golden hair. His nipples were dark and like large copper pennies.
“Oh God!” I sighed. “You have no idea how incredibly stunning you are.”
“Thank-you!” He whispered.

I laid my hand on his chest and felt the silky hair there. I could feel the low steady beat of his heart. I admired the flatness of his stomach with its broad path of golden fur. My eyes travelled down over his bulging crotch and down over his denim clad thighs.
I ran my eyes down his tanned, hair covered arms to his strong hands resting on his knees. I imagined those hands on my body and I shivered at the thought. My gaze traveled back up to his face where I lingered, drinking in his beautiful green eyes with their arching dark brows, his sensual lips and his strong jaw line and the way his dark-blond hair framed his face. I reached out and brushed a stray lock from his forehead and ran my fingers down the side of his face. He smiled and laid his cheek against my hand.

I caressed his unshaven chin, marveling at the feel of his rough skin under my touch. I touched the dent in his chin and then moved up to the dimple in his cheek.
“This dimple was my undoing!” I whispered. “The first time you smiled at me, really smiled at me, I was lost.”
"We've been at cross purposes, you and I. At first, I thought you hated me because of the way I’d treated you and then later, I thought you were with Danny." He said.

"No, I could never hate you. I've loved you from the first time you looked at me with those incredible eyes of yours! I've loved you so much for so long that I can't remember how it was before that." I said. He took my hand in his and kissed my fingers lightly.
He put his hands on my thighs and leaned closer to me.

“Lift your hips a little.” He whispered and I complied. I held my breath as he slowly pulled my shorts back up into my waist. God, his control was awesome. He could have had my shorts off me in a second. He leaned forward and kissed me again. I tangled my hands in his hair and pulled him closer to me. His kiss was thrilling and warmed my entire body. My hands went unbidden to the waistband of his jeans and fumbled at the zip. He released me suddenly and drew back, his hands on mine, stopping me.

“No.” He whispered. “Not now.”
“But I want you.” I breathed huskily. “God, how I want you.”
“And I want you, more than anything, but we’re both tired; worn out and caught up in the heat of the moment.” He said. “I want our first time to be really special; perfect.”

I sat back and sighed.
“You really are a romantic, aren’t you?” I said.
“Yeah.” He grinned. “You wanted romance and you’re going to get it.”
“Okay.” I said with a wicked grin. “If that’s the way you want to play it, then I want to be courted and coaxed in the old fashioned way. You’re going to have to work at it because I’m going to play hard to get.”

“Don’t make me wait too long.” He said with a laugh. “I couldn’t stand it.”
“Trust me, neither could I.”

He sat back and smiled at me. His brilliant eyes held mine and I could see our lives linked together in them. This man was meant for me, just as I was meant for him. I could sense it and there was something in his eyes that confirmed it.
I suddenly had an idea.
"Come with me," I said and jumped up. "You owe me something."

He rose and followed me, puzzled.
"What . . ?" He asked but I stopped him.
"You'll see!"

I took his hand and led him into the hall, where only moments ago, he'd had me trapped against the wall. I suddenly turned on him, shoved him against the wall, put my arm across his hair covered chest, and pinned him down. I slammed my mouth over his roughly and kissed him hard, forcing my tongue deep into his mouth. At the same time, I reached down and grabbed his crotch.

I roughly fondled him, felt his hard, long cock and the size of his balls through the material of his jeans. The bulge in his jeans was hot to the touch and I felt his pelvis thrust forward into my hand slightly, demanding my attention. My rough groping changed to a gentle caress and I explored every dent and bump with my fingers. I pulled my mouth away from his and said glibly. "Hmm, you taste like cherries! Nice balls too!"

"You rascal!" He laughed. "I guess I do owe you that much."
“You do, and a whole lot more and trust me, I'm going to make you pay.” I smiled wickedly. “You see, I too can be rough and ready!” I leaned forward and kissed one of his dark copper nipples. It jumped up, hard and round, under my lips.
“Mmm!” He sighed. “Nice!”

I smiled up at him. ”Oh you have no idea!”
He grinned and then looked down at my hand which was still on his crotch.

"As good as that feels, and as much as I would like you to continue, I think you should let me go now, or I'm likely to have a messy little accident!" He whispered.
I lifted my hand from his crotch and ran it up to his broad chest and smiled.
"Sorry, but you groped me and I have so wanted to return the favor." I laughed.

"Well, I hope it was worth the effort." He replied.
"Oh yeah it was, definitely. I'm dying to see what you've got hidden under those jeans!" I said.
“Much the same as you, I imagine.” He said. “From what I’ve been able to see.”
“Even so,” I said lustily. “I’m still dying to know.”

He put his hand to his flies and unzipped himself.
“I’m not shy so if you really want to see . . ?” He began but I quickly stopped him.
"No, not now!” I said hastily. “I can wait! In the state I’m in right now, I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself!" I said and took his hand. "Come, we need to talk."

I led him back to the couch.
"Before we do, please put something on. I can't bear to look at you like that any longer, particularly that wet patch." He pointed at my bulging crotch. "I may not be able to control myself if you don't at least put on a pair of pants." He picked up his shirt and put it on.
"Alright, I'll go and change.” I said. “I could use some coffee though, I don't know about you? The kitchen's through there.”

I indicated the kitchen door and trotted upstairs. I quickly whipped off my wet fronted shorts, looked down at my still throbbing rod and smiled.
"You're not getting any tonight, buster, so quit it!" I told the swollen helmet. I threw on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, and dashed downstairs to the man I loved.

To be continued………