This day has not gone as I planned it. I thought that Tara would marry us. I still hope she will. I feel a bit of a depression spiral coming on. This is mitigated by Tara curling against me. The soft warmth of her pressing through her dress. The subtle scent of peach that is all her and nothing of perfume. We are still at the gathering and there is some guy presenting but I have not a thought for that.
I press my face into the soft curls. The silk strands brushing against my cheek. I press my lips, closed and firm, yielding and gentle against my girls neck. Like a tide, fierce possession rolls in, filling me. Tightening deep inside of me.
I feel Tara’s body shudder against mine. Her heart thumping so hard her entire body rocks. I run hands down her side tracing whorls on skin. I pull her close to me. Wishing only that we were alone. That we could slowly explore each other. Until nature wars with desire and more complex needs break away.
Tara loves me. She’s just overwhelmed. But I know now how to proceed. I just needed her. To know that we belong together. I reach for Sara and her hand finds mine. She scootches close. Like a circuit completing a connection we are whole.
I feel Sara’s nails run down my arm. Starting at the top of my spine, a shudder runs through me. Tara lays against me. Our bodies melding together. Not hearing the zip, I’m so lost, I feel her hand pull my too controlled cock, still flaccid out. She stuffs me into her warmth. I grow inside, filling. She just knew. Or just needed this deeper connection. We are finally found. Accepted. Needed.
I wish this moment to end. That we might begin something more… complex. I wish this moment forever. I am whole in the embrace of my love. And I’m home in a way I’ve never looked for but always felt slightly uncomfortable due to its lack.