A: Tender Deception

Romance > Relationships > Differences

Tender Deception
by paisleydayze, 9th August 2001.

this was the first of many...

"I don't think this is a good idea." I said, sitting on the edge of the
bed pulling on a pair of socks.

He turns around after giving his tie one last tug, "I need you to do
this for me."

"But I don't feel right about it. I don't understand it!" I was frantic
as his eyes locked with mine in the mirror. I squirmed uncomfortably
and reached down for my shoe. "I just think we are getting in way over
our heads. We don't have any idea what we are doing. Do you really know
what the impact will be?"

He slaps the dresser top with an open palm, and the sound is like a
shotgun going off. I could feel it vibrating behind my eyes. "Why the
hell can't you just trust me? I have known how to do this since I was a
child!" The look on his face makes me cringe. Shit! I'm going to cry. I
duck my head and start tying my shoes, the small wet drops slide
silently down my cheeks. I'm afraid to look up at him in the mirror, I
don't want him to see how upset I am. I can feel him turning around,
his eyes boring holes in the top of my head.

I take a deep breath, it feels like it's going to choke me. In a small
timid voice I ask, "Is'nt there any way you can do this alone?"

I have the sensation of sinking, and realize that he is sitting next to
me on the bed. He rests his hand on my thigh. It feels like it's
burning a hole in my jeans. Little tingly sensations shoot up my leg.
Damn! I lean to the side and rest my chin on his shoulder. He turns his
head and looks at me, noses almost touching. He rests his other hand on
the back of my head, grips a handful of hair and pulls my head back.
The look in his eyes makes me want to throw my arms around him, it
makes me weak. His eyes say they love me, and they are a little
confused, and a little hurt. How can I tell him no, when he melts my
heart like this?

"Aren't you scared?" My voice trembles and a tear slips down the bridge
of my nose. He removes his hand from my leg and catches the tear with
the tip of a finger. The breath catches in my throat and I look
directly into his eyes, "Please don't make me do this, I . . . I would
. . . " his knuckles graze my cheek. ". . .do anything for you, but . .
. " His grip on my hair tightens just a bit. His other hand returns to
my thigh. He makes slow lazy circles with his fingertips, inching
upward. I am making little gasping sounds. Suddenly, my hands are all
over him, in his hair, on his cheeks, up and down his back, our eyes
are locked, I can't look away. Why won't he say something? Why is he
just holding my head back looking at me? Why does he have to make me so
shaky?

I am ripping at the buttons on his shirt. He stands up and unzips. I am
all over him in an instant with my tongue, as my hands caress the
length of him. I pull my shirt over my head. He grabs the front of my
bra in both hands and rips it down the center. He cups each breast,
pushing them together around his shaft. My lips cradle the head of it.
. .

Hours later, he is lying back, hands laced behind his head. I search
his face and see a hint of mischief there. The hurt confused look is
gone. I untangle my limbs from his. I sit up and stretch like a cat, he
reaches out and runs his fingertips up and down my sides, from just
under my breasts to the curve of my hips. I lean over him and kiss him
deeply, my tongue slides across his and I gently bite his bottom lip.
He playfully spanks me and then pulls me closer with a firm two-handed
grip on my ass. I nuzzle his neck and bite his earlobe, he slaps me on
the butt again. I roll off the bed and hurry over to the dresser to
sign the papers that will rip us to shreds for the next 11 years.

I head for the bathroom, feeling as if the two of us will conquer the
world. If I had looked back at him, at that moment, I would never have
mistaken that look of triumph, for love.