Absolute Lovers (Absolute #2) (16 page)

"Stephen, oh God, Stephen," she sighed as I
kissed, licked, and stroked her curves until she started rocking against me and
I knew that she was ready to receive me.

She lifted herself up and we looked into each other's eyes
for a beat before she lowered herself onto me slowly and we were finally one.
Rather than moving immediately like she always did when she was on top, Julia
sat perfectly still with her eyes closed. I reached up my hand and caressed her
face. When she opened her eyes they were filled with emotion.

"Julia," I whispered. "What's wrong,
sweetheart?"

She shook her head.

"Nothing. Nothing is wrong," she insisted. Her
eyes swept over my face, as if she were searching for something, and finally
gazed deeply into my eyes. She took my hand and held it in place over her
heart, which was thundering away.

"Stephen, I…I love you," she whispered.

Before I could form a single thought, Julia's lips were on
mine. She kissed me as though I was oxygen and she was suffocating, taking my breath
away and making my heart gallop.

As quickly as the kiss started, she pulled her lips away
from mine. I felt a rush of fear, thinking that she was going to panic like the
first time she had told me she loved me. I kept a firm hold on her waist with my
left hand to keep her from moving away from me. My right was still covering her
heart. Feeling anxious, I looked into her eyes and instantly my fear was
replaced by calm. Julia's gaze was a little wary but nowhere near panicked. She
was standing by her profession of love and was waiting for my response.

"Oh God," I whispered. "This is it."

I finally get to tell her.

I took her hand and placed it over my heart, which was
beating just as rapidly as hers under the palm of my hand. I drew a ragged
breath and looked into her eyes.

"I love you, Julia. I love you."

Her lips curved up in the most radiant smile I had ever seen
and her eyes sparkled.

"Tell me again," she whispered.

I'll tell you every day for the rest of my life.

"I love you."

"I'm not scared," she said, almost as if she
couldn't believe it herself. "I love you, Stephen."

"I love you, Julia. I've wanted to tell you for so
long. You’re everything to me."

She leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine. The
kiss started out slow and I wrapped my arms around her to hold her even closer.
Soon her tongue brushed against my mouth and I opened eagerly to grant her
access while my hands moved up and down her back, gently caressing. I became
acutely aware of the fact that I was inside her when she rocked slowly back and
forth and desire rocketed through my body.

"Oh God," she moaned against my lips. "You
feel so perfect inside of me."

I nodded and captured her lips in a passionate kiss before I
moved my mouth along the curve of her jaw up to her ear.

"I love you, my sweetheart," I whispered.

Julia moved faster on me and leaned back on her hands so
that I could see all of her. It was just like the first night we had sex, but
now everything was a million times better. The physical pleasure was magnified
because of our emotional connection, and while Matt had always insisted that
there was no difference between sex and making love since the act was the same,
I knew that he was mistaken. The first time Julia and I were together it had
just been sex, or maybe it was fucking, as she had called it. Regardless, it
had been purely physical between us, and now I could see the difference. We
loved each other and we were using our bodies to express that in the most basic
and glorious way.

I leaned forward to cup her breasts in my hands and wrapped
my lips around a pink erect nipple. It made her moan when I sucked it gently
and mimicked the motion on the other one by tugging it with my thumb and
forefinger. Giving her pleasure came so naturally to me now that I knew her body
so well. And I was nowhere near done learning. I yearned to know even more
about the beautiful girl who moved on top of me, and not just what she liked
sexually.

I wanted to know her dreams for the future. Did she want to
stay in school and maybe go for her master’s degree, or even a PhD? Did she
want children someday? Did she want to stay here once she finished her studies,
or did she want to move to a different part of the country? Did I have a place
in her future plans? I was pretty much set with my apartment, which I owned,
and a good steady job, but her life was just starting.

Fear gripped my heart at the realization that we might not
have a real future together like I dreamed about. What if she didn't envision
us together like I did, with a family of our own some day? I pushed the thought
away. I didn’t want anything to spoil this moment.

I had fallen for her completely and there was no going back.
I wanted her for life. It may have happened quickly, but I knew the truth in my
heart. I would never love another woman the way I loved her.

"Stephen," she moaned and leaned in to kiss me.

Her lips were gentle and her tongue caressed mine as if she were
savoring my taste. It was a contrast to the frantic movements of her pelvis as
she rode me faster and faster, bringing both of us closer to the edge. She
started to tremble in my arms and threw her head back as my hands went to her
hips to help control her movements. I moved in sync with her, my desire
overwriting my fear of losing her, and I finally lost myself in the sensations.

"Stephen! Oh God, Stephen! I love you!" she called
out.

I lifted my hands to cup her face. "Look at me," I
moaned.

Her eyes were narrow slits and dark with desire, but she
held my gaze.

"I love you," I gasped. "I will always love
you."

"Yes!" she cried out, her body becoming rigid as
she came.

I followed immediately after and held her tightly to me
while every part of my being joined her in perfect ecstasy. When I came to, she
was still rocking slowly on top of me, her arms and legs wrapped around my
spent body. Her face was buried against my neck and I heard her murmuring
softly against my skin.

"Always, baby. Always."

And with those simple words, she eradicated all my fears.

"Always," I whispered in her ear before I pulled
back and met her loving gaze.

We may have been different in many ways and our differences
were bound to cause complications in the future, but I knew that as long as
Julia looked at me like she did in this very moment we could overcome anything.
We loved each other despite our differences and didn't care that some people
wouldn't understand our relationship.

"I absolutely love you," I whispered, remembering
the song that Julia had sung for me.

"But we're absolute beginners," she continued with
a beautiful smile.

"We'll learn together," I said with complete
confidence and pulled her against me in a tight embrace. "I love you so
much, my Julia."

“Always.”

I knew that we should get back downstairs before someone
realized that we were missing, but this moment was so perfect. I stroked her
curls and kissed the soft skin on the side of her neck while my eyes looked
around the room. Never in a million years would I have imagined being in this
intimate position with a sweet and beautiful girl when I lived here. The shy
seventeen-year-old boy inside of me who used to sleep in this bed would have
given everything to experience this, and the thirty-three-year-old man I was
today was just as awed by the whole thing. Perhaps I hadn't changed that much,
after all. I had simply found someone who loved me for me and I knew that I
would spend the rest of my life trying to make her feel as loved as I did in
this very moment.

"We should get back to the
party," Julia murmured, pressing her lips against my shoulder.

We were still sitting on my old bed, intimately joined after
making love, and I wasn't ready to leave. I ran my hands up and down her sides
until she leaned back and smiled at me. My eyes roamed over her body as if I were
just seeing her for the first time. She was a vision; her eyes shining
brightly, her lips a little swollen from our kissing, her cheeks, neck, and
chest still lightly flushed from her orgasm, her soft full breasts that I
wanted to put my mouth on again. To me, there was nothing in the world more
spectacular than this sight.

"You are so…" I sighed. "So goddamn
beautiful," I said, adding the curse word for emphasis even though it
didn't come close to describing her accurately.

I wanted to worship her because she was truly a goddess. And
she
loved
me. The thought was mind-boggling. She was young, beautiful,
sexy, and smart, and for some reason she had chosen to bestow her love on me. I
would have thought all of this the impossible dream of the sheltered, lonely
man I had been just a few months ago if it weren't for the fact that I could
feel her in my arms. She was really mine and she loved me.

I brushed her hair off her neck and kissed her gently while
I inhaled the fragrance of her skin.

"I love the way you smell," I whispered. I traced
my fingertips down her chest and gently stroked her breasts.

"You're so soft," I told her, gently laying her
down on the bed and moving to lie on my side next to her, making sure our
bodies were still touching.

"I've never met anyone as lovely and sweet as
you," I whispered before kissing her lips.

I looked into her eyes and smiled. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Stephen.”

Her words made my heart skip a beat. I’d never imagined this
could happen to me, that I could be this happy. I covered her neck and chest in
soft kisses, caressing her body with gentle strokes.

"If you keep that up we won't be going downstairs to
the party for a while," Julia moaned softly as I enveloped a taut nipple,
wetting it with my tongue.

I looked up her, grinning. "All part of my plan.”

After attending every year, I knew how the party progressed
and they wouldn’t even have started eating yet. Right now people would still be
walking around making mindless small talk while drinking half their body weight
in my parents' booze.

No, thank you. I'm happy right where I am.

"I like our party much better," I said, sliding my
hand up the inside of her thigh and smiling at her soft gasp when I reached my
destination.

By the time Julia was close to climaxing on my fingers, I
was ready again. I moved in between her legs and lifted them over mine, sliding
against her.

"Oh, I feel you,” Julia moaned. "You're…”

"I'm hard again," I whispered. "For you,
sweetheart. You're so incredibly sexy I just can't help myself. I can't get
enough of you."

"I don't mind at all,” she said, her voice becoming
breathy as I pushed inside. “Oh, I can’t get enough of you, either.”

I sat up on my knees and took her with me. Julia had taught
me this position, which made it very easy for me to touch her everywhere and
still control my movements. Just a few months ago I never would have known
that, but now it all felt so natural. I loved watching myself sliding in and
out of her while she moaned softly against me and I wanted to give her even
more. My thumb moved easily over her swollen clit and I was amazed that she got
so much pleasure out of such a small thing. I upped my pace again, going deeper
and harder, and Julia's moans turned into small cries.

"Oh! Oh! Stephen!"

I would never ever get enough of this, of her, of seeing her
like this. The way her arms stretched out above her head, which was thrown back
in rapture. Her eyes were closed and her lips parted. Her beautiful body was
moving with mine as she came closer to climaxing with each thrust of my hips,
each swirl of my thumb.
I
was doing this to her.
I
was making her
feel good. She was coming for
me
. The thought drove me wild.

"Does it feel good, sweetheart?" I panted.
"Are you going to come for me?"

"Yes, holy…yes!" she moaned. "It feels
amazing. Harder, please!"

I was glad that I had recently had an orgasm and I was able
to fulfill her request without worrying about finishing before I could make her
come again.

“Yeah, you like this?” I asked, grabbing one of her breasts,
none too gently. “You like it when I fuck you hard?”

Even when we were together like this and it was wild and
unrestrained, my body pumping into hers, it was still lovemaking. That didn't
go away no matter how we did it. Julia didn’t answer. Instead, she let out a
loud garbled version of my name, sucked in a deep breath, and stilled beneath
me. I knew this moment so well by now, but it was still just as fantastic to
behold every time. Julia climaxing was the most glorious thing I had ever seen,
and there was no greater feeling in the world than the way she tightened around
me while I continued to pound into her.

When she started to come down I slowed my pace and simply
enjoyed the feeling of pulling almost all the way out and then sliding
effortlessly into her tight, amazing heat.

"Oh God, that was…oh, that was fantastic," Julia
groaned. I stopped and bent down to claim her lips.

"I love doing that to you," I confessed and
started trailing kisses down her body until I reached her breasts.

I cupped them in my hands and gently suckled her nipples
while Julia stroked my hair and made wonderful little appreciative noises.
Suddenly, she gasped and her body stiffened underneath me. I was about to ask
her what was wrong when I heard the sound of a closing door. I whipped my head
around but there was nothing to see.

"What was that?" I asked and looked at Julia.

"Michelle," she whispered.

WHAT?

"Michelle?" I practically screeched, sitting up
abruptly, all thoughts of lovemaking completely forgotten. "She was
watching us?"

Julia nodded slowly.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry!” I grabbed fistfuls of the
bedspread underneath her, trying in vain to pull it up around her, wanting to
cover her up as if that would somehow protect her from Michelle's intrusive
eyes.

"I didn't think to lock the door," I lamented.
"I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I didn't know that we would be doing this or I
would have locked it, and then things just sort of happened and I wasn't
thinking and I… I…"

"Baby!" Julia sat up and wrapped her arms around
my neck. "I don't care that she saw us. I'm not upset."

I blinked. "You're not?"

"No! I don't give a shit that she saw me naked,"
Julia said and started stroking my hair again.

"Besides, she wasn't really paying much attention to
me
,"
she added with a grin.

I gaped at her. "How can you find this amusing? She
just saw us having sex!"

"Correction: She saw you screwing my brains out and
giving me a mind-blowing orgasm." Julia looked expectantly at me as if she
was waiting for a different reaction than the one I was having. I just stared
at her with my mouth open, feeling out of the loop.

She continued patiently. "She saw you in the very same
bed where she made you feel like you were a bad lover, while you were with a
younger, and if I do say so myself,
hotter
woman who was clearly
enjoying your skills. See where I'm going with this?" She smiled sweetly
at me and placed a gentle kiss on my lips.

"I…"

"Baby,
that
was pure karma," she laughed.
"She treated you like shit before, then saw how hot you look today and
wanted another chance. So she sought you out, only to find you fucking your
girlfriend and basically showing her what she missed out on because she was
such a bitch to you. That's fucking poetic!"

"Oh. I…uh, I didn't really think about it like
that," I admitted as the pieces slowly fell into place in my head. Suddenly,
Michelle seeing me with Julia in flagrante delicto didn't seem like such a bad
thing. Julia was right, I realized. I wasn't the scrawny, insecure, fumbling
guy I had been back then. What Michelle had seen today was a man in control who
knew what he was doing and I had to admit that the thought gave me a strange
thrill. I was a
good
lover and now she knew it. I could feel a smile
tugging at the corners of my mouth.

"You're enjoying this a little, aren't you?" Julia
asked, crawling into my lap, wrapping her arms and legs around me.

"Maybe a little," I admitted. "As long as it
didn't make you uncomfortable." I sought her eyes and she smiled again.

"No, I don't care that she saw us. What we did was
beautiful."

I nodded.

"Now I'm almost wishing that I had been yelling out
stuff about how big you are," she added with a grin.

I laughed loudly. She was
so
amazing!

"God, I love you," I said, chuckling as I held her
against me.

"I love you, too. Now, can we forget about that bitch
and finish what we were doing?"

"I…I lost my excitement when you mentioned
Michelle," I admitted and glanced down at my flaccid penis.

Julia didn't seem put off by this.

"Well, let's see if we can't get you excited
again," she practically purred, pushing on my shoulders until I was lying
flat on my back.

She ran to the door, locked it, and it took all of thirty
seconds for me to forget about everything except the goddess on top of me and
the wonderfully wicked things she did to my body.

* * *

Much later than planned, we emerged
from my bedroom. Julia's curls were a little mussed up and we were both wearing
goofy smiles, but other than that we looked like a perfectly respectable couple
when we walked down the stairs hand in hand.

"Stephen, we were looking for you," Richard’s voice
rang out.

He approached us with a curious expression on his face.

"I need the bathroom," Julia whispered. I pointed
her in the right direction and she gave my stepfather a quick smile before
hurrying away.

"I…um, I was giving Julia a tour of the house," I
lied horribly. Richard raised his eyebrows, obviously not believing a word.

"I see. You were certainly gone for a long time,"
he said, smirking.

Oh hell. He knows!

I waited for the mortification to creep up on me, but I was
surprised to learn that I didn't feel at all embarrassed about the fact that
Julia and I couldn't keep our hands off each other. We were in love and like
Julia said, what we did together was beautiful.

"Yes, we were,” I agreed, holding my ground. Once again
my stepfather looked almost proud of me.

"Well, I should go find Julia," I continued.
"I'm sure she's hungry now. After all the, uh, touring.”

"You do that, son.” Richard chuckled behind me as I
walked away with a huge smile on my face, doing everything in my power not to
strut.

On my way to the downstairs bathroom, I heard the piano
playing softly, and out of curiosity I peeked into the living room. My jaw
dropped.

Julia plays the piano?

She was sitting on the bench, her fingers moving over the
keys as effortlessly as if she were a professional. But the most fascinating thing
was the music she was playing. The piano belonged to my mother, who only ever
played classical music. But Julia was playing a rock song. I should have
guessed she would prefer something like that. And then she started singing. I
had heard the song before but I couldn't place it.

I decided to shut my brain up and simply enjoy it. She sang
and played beautifully, and I listened in awe. When she came to the last chorus
her voice changed and became more intense, her fingers hit the keys with more
strength, and I held my breath.

Abruptly she stopped and closed her eyes. I saw that she was
breathing heavily and her hands shook on top of the keys.

Oh God, she's about to cry!

I wanted to rush to her side, but I also didn't want her to
feel uncomfortable that I had intruded on her private moment. She opened her
eyes and they met mine.

"Sorry," she rushed out, almost knocking the bench
over as she stood up. "I couldn't find the bathroom and then I saw this
and…sorry."

"Don't apologize. It was beautiful. I had no idea you
knew how to play." I came over and sat down on the bench, holding my hand
out for her to join me.

"Yeah, I used to play all the time,” she told me. “We
had a piano at home."

"Your parents played?" I asked gently.

"No, me and Pop," she said, sniffling a little.
"He loved Billy Joel. He taught me how to play. Pop, not Billy," she
added with a smile. "That was sort of our thing, playing and singing
together. I played for him all the time when he was in the home. It always made
him smile, even at the end. Sometimes, he would even remember me because of the
music."

She smiled and stared into space for a few seconds before
shaking her head. "His piano is in storage now, but someday when I get a
bigger place I want it in my living room.”

Maybe it will be
our
living room.

I hoped so, but didn't say anything.

"Do you play classical?" I asked curiously.

She smiled and moved her fingers to the piano again, playing
the chorus of “As Time Goes By.”

"That's not what I meant," I chuckled. "But
it's a wonderful song."

"I know. It
is
a classic, though." She
grinned. "And the answer's no. I like a song you can sing along with, and
so did Pops. I never really got into the other stuff. I mean, I could probably
play some of it if I had the sheet music, but I never saw the point."