You Should Smile (22 page)

I met his eyes, still trailing my tongue along his hard length.  “How much did you miss my mouth?”

He grinned down at me.  “You have no idea.”

I smiled as I licked around the head.  He groaned.  “I want you to beg me then.”

His eyebrows went up.  “Do what?” he rasped.

I pulled my mouth away, teasing seduction in my eyes.  “Beg me to suck your dick.”  He always teased me.  I’d see how he liked it.

He started to smirk as he looked down at me.  I met his challenge by putting my tongue out and licking as slowly as possible along his hardness.  Then, I opened by mouth wide and took him all the way back in my throat.  He screamed out loud, throwing his head back toward the ceiling.  “AAAGH!!....Okay, okay….I’d walk through the gates of hell and back if you’d fucking suck my dick.  Please!”

I grinned as I went back to performing for him.  Licking, sucking, along his length.  I looked up to see his beautiful blue eyes heavy and lidded, his jaw tight.  He finally let out a long breath.

“I’m not gonna last much longer, Smiles....It’s been so long....”

I didn’t want him to come yet, so I licked around the head of his dick and gave it one last kiss before lifting up on my knees in front of him.

I knew how I wanted him, how I had envisioned our coupling in front of this mirror.  It’s all I could think of the past day.  There were a few feet from the edge of the bed to the mirrored wall. 

“Go sit on the edge of the bed facing the mirror,” I commanded.

Noticing my change in tone, he smirked, before rolling over and crawling to the edge of the bed.  I saw his reflection in the mirror and our eyes met.  Locked.  He loved me.  I knew this.  I’ve always known – even in the most trying of times and even when we were at our worst....We belonged together.

I crawled across the bed to him, our eyes still locked on each other.  When I reached the edge of the bed, I stepped off to face him, standing between his knees.  He was still gazing up at me, waiting for his next direction, as I kissed him.  Lovingly – long and slow.  He put his arms around my waist and pulled me in tighter.  I shook my head at him as he tried to bring me in closer.  “Nuh-uh.  I wanna turn around and sit on your lap....so we can both see.”

He grinned and nodded.  I turned around and faced the mirror as he watched.  Then, I bent my knees down in a sitting position toward his lap.  I felt his hands as they reached out and guided me.  His dick slid into me and I moaned, looking up in the mirror.

His head was thrown back and his eyes closed as he began to slide in and out of me.  I watched in awe as his strong hands, bound by tight, muscular forearms, helped lift me up and down his shaft.

“Feels so good….” he grumbled.  Our eyes met in the mirror as I continued to ride him deliberately, sensually, his muscular hands guiding us along.  Pleasure washed through me as the image of our union reflected in the mirror.

I watched as he reached one hand across my stomach to rub my clit.  When I felt his fingers touch me, I moaned loudly, speeding up my rhythm.

Our eyes met in the mirror.  Locked. 

He whispered in my ear, “Only you, Smiles…..Only you…..”

I smiled in return and nodded, making sure he knew I understood.  All I could feel in that moment was him – us.  I felt another orgasm looming as I continued to thrust up and down his length. 

It hit me.  I was moaning, screaming, opening my eyes to meet his again in the mirror.  “Yes!  Oh god, Yes!”

He was trying to hold back, to let me do the work – to let me be in control.  As I contracted around him and saw the tightness in his jaw, though, I suddenly want nothing more than him to lead again.  I wanted his release on his terms.  I wanted to watch him come with abandon.

As I came down from my high and continued to ride him, I panted, “I want to watch you come.  You take control.”

He nodded and grinned at me through the mirror and I smiled back.  I watched, captivated, as he grabbed me tightly around the waist and pulled us back slightly, at an angle where we could better see his dick sliding in and out of my wetness.  And then he began pounding into me – thrusting his hips upward, slapping against the back of my thighs.

“Fuck that’s deep,” he groaned through clenched teeth.  His eyes were closed as he continued thrusting into me.  He sped up his movements and a low growl rumbled from his chest.  I could tell his release was near, so I reached between us to cup his balls.  The touch of my hand forced his eyes open and his growl got deeper as he glanced down at my ministrations in the mirror.  I felt him tighten below.  Our eyes met again and he pounded into me even harder.

“Oh fuck!”  His scream was primal, feral, and he closed his eyes and tightened his jaw.  He bit down on his lower lip as he came, frantically releasing into me.  We watched, together, eyes locked in a mirror reflecting our love, as his hips finally slowed down like a machine coming to rest.

A physical shudder of emotions ran through me – love, lust, regret, joy – as I lifted and he pulled out of me.  He noticed my body’s reaction.  “You okay?” he asked.

I turned toward him and smiled.  “Yeah.  Just thinking about how much I love you….and how much I missed you.  I don’t ever want to be apart from you again, Pickup Grinner.  Ever.  I’m sorry.....”  Regret washed over me.

He stood up and wrapped his arms around me.  “I’m never letting you go again, Smiles.  You’re mine.  You always have been…..from the day I told you to smile…..”

I loved my new job.  It was all I ever dreamed of doing and more.  The fall semester went by quickly.  Before I knew it, the emergence of the daffodils and tulips in March beckoned a new Spring.  I always loved Spring because it meant that winter was over and warmth and sunlight were returning.  It was a sign of new life and growth. 

Thad and I had grown since I got back from Edinburgh, as well.  We were so in love.  We were strong again.  We had both healed.  That’s something else they never show you in the movies.  They never show the moment when a couple has come through the storms to reach an understanding.  A moment when you decide that, after all you’ve been through together, future storms can’t be that bad.  You can survive future storms together because it’s worth it.  Your love is worth it.

And just as the flowers bloom and grow every spring, like clockwork, life is also full of circular cycles.  I was about to learn that Thad and I shared our own circular connection, one that brought us back to that day we first met.  You sometimes see it in a movie, a scene where the characters realize they had some earlier unknown connection, something that bound them together, even though they didn’t realize it until later. 

My mom and dad had a real-life connection like that.  My dad’s eight years older than my mom and grew up about an hour away from her.  They met in college, where he was taking classes after getting out of the military.  They’d been married for about ten years when my dad was telling a story to their friends one night.  It was a story about how he and some others helped to push a stalled car off an icy hill after attending a state basketball tournament back when he was in high school.  Just as they got the car over to the side of the road, a semi truck came over the other side of the hill, sliding out of control.  The truck would’ve hit the car.  It would’ve been bad, he said.  He’d never gotten a good look at who was in the car.  My mom had started freaking out, asking him to repeat it, trying to clarify the details.  Turns out, the tournament was in her hometown and she was in that car.  He’d saved her life.  True story.  Pretty cool connection there, huh?

Thad and my connection wasn’t quite so life-changing, but it was one of those things that makes you question fate and alignments of stars and all that shit.

One random Friday evening that March, we were sitting in my apartment watching
Twelve Angry Men.
  I was sitting beside him, cuddled up next to his chest.  I was using his phone to play trivia with Grant.  As I waited for Grant to answer a question, I scrolled through the photographs saved on the phone.  There was an early album full of old pics from the recreational softball team he played on with Chris, Lance, Sam, and some others.  I smiled as I scrolled through them, laughing at their antics.  I continued scrolling and came across a picture of a woman in a red, white, and blue bikini, standing against the fence near the university pool.  The pool was behind the baseball field, so if you were playing on the field, you could see across to the pool area.  I looked closer at the picture, and though it was taken from a long-distance away, there was no doubt in my mind.

“Thad, why in the world do you have a picture of me on your phone?!”  I thought back to when the picture had to have been taken and was even more confused.  “Uhhh, this is from almost five years ago.  What the hell?”      

I held up the photograph to show him.  None of it made any sense. 

He glanced at the photograph and I felt his body freeze beside me.  “What?!!”  His voice came out like a screech and he looked down at my face.  “What did you say?” 

I sat up, emphatic.  “This is me.  We used to go to the pool all the time and swim that summer.  That bikini is in a drawer in my room.  It’s a flag bikini – red, white and blue.  I still have those sunglasses, too….Why do you have a picture of me on your phone from five years ago?”

He looked at me like I was from Mars.  His pupils were dilated and it was like he was in a trance.  Shaking his head back and forth, he seemed to will his mind back to reality as a massive grin spread across his face.

“I…knew….it!  I knew I’d seen you somewhere before when we met at that gas station!  I wasn’t crazy!”  His words came out choked in laughter.

I was still utterly and totally confused.  “What is so funny?”

He was still grinning at me, shaking his head, as he continued.  “Smiles, do you remember someone hitting the ball out of the park and it splashing into the pool?  You dove in and got it and threw it back over the fence…..but you threw it from the fucking pool straight to the pitcher’s glove…..threw a softball longer than most guys can…..while wearing a flag bikini.”

I began to nod as the memory hit me.  “Yeah, I remember that.  The guys started whistling and yelling, ‘God Bless America’ and other corny shit…..Yeah, I remember now.” I shrugged.  “It wasn’t that big of a deal.  I mean, I played college softball….I still don’t know why there’s a picture of me on your phone, though.”

He grinned again.  “I was the one who hit the home run!  As I was running around first, I saw you dive in the pool. That was hot enough, you know, a girl in a bikini jumping in to the pool to get the ball…As I rounded second and headed to third, I looked up and saw the pitcher catching the ball.  I was still running the bases, so I looked back and there you were, standing at the fence.  It hit me…..That girl just threw that fucking ball from the fence to the pitcher!....It may not be a big deal to you, but it’s a big deal to a guy….especially when a hot girl does it…”  He leaned in to kiss my lips quickly.  “By the time I crossed home plate, I was definitely joining in on the catcalling.  I told the guys in the dugout I was going to marry that girl.  Of course, everyone in the dugout at the time wanted to marry you, too….I told them I saw you first….” Grin.

He wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tighter as he continued.  “So I took out my phone and took a picture of you because you were the hottest fucking thing I’d
ever
seen.  I’d just broken up with Gina and I didn’t think I was even capable of asking someone out again…..but you changed my mind.  I was gonna go over to the pool and ask you out as soon as the game was over….but you all left during the 6
th
inning…..broke my heart….”  He gave me creases.

I tried to think back to that time.  “Yeah, I guess that was at the end of the summer.  We quit going once classes started because we never had time.”  I looked into his eyes and smiled.  “So, how random is that?  Did you recognize me that day at the gas station?”

He shook his head.  “No, I didn’t know you were the bikini girl.  I just felt like I’d seen you somewhere before, but I couldn’t place it….” He sighed and took in a huge breath.  “This whole thing is so fucking weird!  I forgot that picture was even still on my phone.  Is that fate?”

“I guess it is fate.  You know, I remember standing at the fence, watching you run the bases.  I remember thinking you had the best ass….I should’ve recognized it later.  No one else has a baseball ass like you, Pickup Grinner.” 

“I cannot
wait
to tell the guys you are Bikini Girl.  They are gonna flip the fuck out!”  His eyes lit up.  “…..Hey, how ‘bout you wear that flag bikini for me tonight, Smiles?” 

One sunny Fall day, Thad said he was taking me out to dinner.  On our way to the restaurant, he glanced down and said, “Ugh, we need to get some gas, hon.” He drove for a bit and pulled into a familiar looking gas station.  The realization of where we were hit me and I smiled at him.  “Hey, this is our gas station, Pickup Grinner.”  He gave me a huge grin and said, “Well, look at that.  It sure is….”  He got out of the car and began to pump gas as I sat in the front seat.  After he finished pumping, he opened the door and said, “Smiles, can you grab my wallet?  It’s in the glove box.”

I opened up the glove box and saw a box in there.  A jewelry box.  My heart jumped in my chest, as I realized that Thad had come over to the passenger side and opened the door.  He reached into the glove box and grabbed the jewelry box.  Then, he got down on one knee and opened the box, revealing a beautiful yellow diamond, surrounded by smaller diamonds.  It was gorgeous – simple, elegant, classy.   

“Shay Adrianne Elliott, I want to spend the rest of my life with you.  You are my everything.  When I saw you standing here outside this gas station three years ago, you took my breath away.  I wanted you then, I want you now, and I want you forever.  Will you marry me, Smiles?” I could tell that my Pickup Grinner was actually nervous, as he looked up at me anxiously.

I needed no time to answer.  “Of course, I’ll marry you, Pickup Grinner.  I love you!”  He got up off his knee and leaned in the truck to kiss me with promises of forever.

***************

Our wedding was amazing.  Grant was my man of honor.  Chris was Thad’s best man.  Dean Sullivan, who’d gotten one of those licenses to conduct marriage ceremonies online, was our officiant.  She’d become a very close friend, as well as a trusted advisor to me.  I remembered what she’d said once about last names and decided to keep my own.  Thad had understood.  He’d said that he loved me no matter what my last name was.

***************

We went to Hawaii for our honeymoon.  The second night we were there, we sat outside on the patio of the hotel on the beach, just taking in the sunset.  He reached over and grabbed my hand as we relaxed. 

“Love you, Smiles.”

“Love you, Pickup Grinner.”

“So, you wanna try anal?”

I laughed out loud.  He was constantly teasing me about the anal thing.  And, as usual, I replied with a “Maybe…”

He started grinning his famous grin and said, “You keep saying maybe, but maybe is basically a yes with extra incentive needed…..You’ve got your extra incentive now.”  Grin.

I looked at him, perplexed.  “Huh?”

He pointed to the ring on my finger.  “There’s your incentive.  Plus, you got to keep your name.  Two extra incentives.”

I laughed and shook my head at him.  “So because I’m your wife and got to keep my name, it’s only fair that you get to try anal?”

He nodded and bit his lip to hide his sexy grin.

“Dr. Reeding, we really need to work on your logic skills,” I teased.  Then, a thought ran through my mind.  “Have you ever done it before?”  I did
not
want to think about him having anal sex with someone else.  Aaaaahhhhh!

He shook his head.  “It’s always one of those things guys think about, Shay.  I’ve never done it before, no, and haven’t even wanted to try until you.”

Feelings of warmth ran through me and I wagged my finger at him.  “Oh, you’re good, Pickup Grinner.  You’re good.” 

Big sexy grin. 

“Okay, I’ll try it.  If I don’t like it, we won’t do it anymore, yes?” I asked.

“Absolutely….Wait, did you just agree?”

I nodded in the affirmative and smiled.

“Fuck yes….”  He sat back in the chair and grinned.

“Let’s go out first and hit the town.  I think I’ll need to head to Blitzville for this to happen.  I need to be loosened up a bit, I think.”

“Oh, you’ll be loosened up, don’t worry.”  He raised one eyebrow and nodded his head dramatically.

I rolled my eyes.  “I can’t believe I married a fourteen-year-old….”

***************

I was well into my second margarita at dinner before I started feeling the warmth and effects of the alcohol.  I always made sure I didn’t go too far since that night at Moe’s.  Blitzville was fine, but drunken stupor was so
not
fine.

I was feeling good.  I was wearing a cute red bikini with a sarong and I had a golden tan.  I felt free and uninhibited as we ate at a casual place on the beach.  I looked at Thad across the table and batted my eyelashes.  “Hey, Pickup Grinner, you about ready to go?  I think I need one more drink and I’ll be at Blitzville, if you know what I mean….” 

Thad took this information in and glanced over to the side.  Our waiter was about fifteen feet away.  He screamed, “Hey, Sir, could we get another margarita to go and the check please?  Thanks!”  I laughed at his impatience and he just grinned and shrugged his shoulders at me. 

We walked hand-in-hand along the beach back to our hotel, as I sipped on my margarita.  When we passed a drug store, Thad said he had to run inside to grab something.

Once we were on the hotel elevator, he reached over with his hand and cupped my ass.  “Gonna get in that…..Fuck, I’m so hard already.”

“You are insatiable!”  I admonished, shaking my head.

“When it comes to you, Smiles, I am.  Yes I am.”  He nodded slowly and smirked.

When we hit our floor, he lifted me up over his shoulder, caveman-style and hauled me to our room.  I was laughing and screaming at him to put me down.  He swatted my ass instead and screamed, “Finally gonna get in that!”

I was crying tears of laughter and hoped that no one saw us in the hall.  Oh well.  Fuck it.  We were on our honeymoon, after all.

He kept fumbling with the key card and mumbling, “Fuck.  Hate these things,” before he finally got the door open.  He ripped off my sarong and threw me on the bed, in just my red bikini.

“You are so amazing….”  He stared at me for a second and just stood there.  “I love you so much.”

At one time, that would have made me feel exposed, but with him, I just felt beautiful.  I reached behind my back and unclasped my bikini top and let it fall.  As he watched with lidded eyes of passion, I slowly reached down and pulled off my sandals, then meticulously moved my fingers up my thighs and reached my bikini bottoms.  Slowly, I pulled them down my legs, keeping eye contact with Thad as I did so.  I was glad I decided to get a Brazilian before our honeymoon.  Turns out, he’s a big fan of completely bare.  

I could tell he was trying hard not to pounce. 

“Now you, Pickup Grinner.  Take off that shirt and shorts for me.”  Thad grinned and pulled his shirt up over his head.  Once it was off, he flexed his muscles to accentuate his abs and arms. 

“Oh lord.  You know I love it when you do that,” I moaned.  My husband was hot.  Scorching hot.

I continued to watch, fascinated, as he pulled his swim trunks down and released his already hard dick.  I tried to imagine his dick in my ass and my eyes went huge.

He knew my daydream moments so well now.  “It’ll fit, Smiles.  I bought some lube at the drug store.  We’ll try it slow.  If you don’t like it, you tell me and we’ll stop.  Promise.”

I nodded.  Despite being at Blitzville level, I was still nervous.  I trusted him, though, and I was also a little bit excited about trying something new.  Plus, it was hot seeing him want to try something so much with me – and only me.

He grabbed the lube and sat it on the nightstand next to the bed, before sliding on the bed with me.

His mouth was like fire, scorching my swollen lips.  I let his tongue control the movements between us, rolling, sucking, biting.  His hands, still calloused yet gentle, made their way to my breasts, where he began pulling on my nipples gently as he kissed me.  My hands traveled along the lengths of his muscled back, scratching him lightly, leaving a light trail from my fingernails.  He groaned in response.

“I’m gonna make you come first.  Lie back.”

I did as I was told and he moved from kissing my mouth to kissing my aching nipples, sucking on each one, twirling his wet tongue around the taut buds.  His finger found my wetness and dipped inside once, using my wetness to circle my clit expertly in powerful circles. 

“Not enough.  I wanna taste you,” he mumbled, before moving from my breasts and trailing kisses down my stomach to my inner thighs.  He nipped playfully with his teeth near my inner thigh, working his way up to my aching clit. 

“Dammit, don’t you tease me, Pickup Grinner,” I moaned.

“Tell me what you want, Smiles.”

“I want you to lick me!” I bellowed.

“I want to hear you say it.  Tell me where you want me to lick you.”  He knew I hated that word and he always tried to get me to say it. 

“Oh my god!  Lick my pussy! Just make me come!”  Ms. L. was raging with fire.

I knew he was grinning because I knew him.  He whispered, “What the lady wants, the lady gets.” 

Then, his hot tongue circled my clit as he worshiped me between my legs.  I knew I wouldn’t last long.  He began to finger me slowly with one finger as he licked and sucked on my clit.  And just when I thought I was near the edge, he took his pinky finger, licked it, and placed it at the front of my ass.  He just put the tip of his pinky in, barely, as he continued to finger and lick me.  That was all it took.  I screamed in pleasure.

“Oh shit….YEEEESSSSSSS!”  My climax was powerful and intense.  I jerked on the bed violently as the waves went through me.  He continued to work his magic with his tongue and fingers as I writhed.  It was too much.  I lifted his head with my hands and made him look at me.  He grinned. 

“That was so good….So good.”

He kissed me tenderly.  “Are you sure you wanna try this?”  His brows furrowed with concern.

I nodded.  “Yeah.  I want to.”

He sighed.  “God, I love you.  Okay then.  Turn over and get on all fours….”

I got in that position and waited.  His hands made their way across my back and down the cheeks of my ass as he took in my body with his eyes.  I got lost in the moment as his rough, yet feathery, touch cascaded across my body.  His hands went down to my ass again and he squeezed both cheeks with his strong hands. 

“I love your ass, Smiles.  I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to fuck you in the ass.”  Then, he smacked it – hard.

I muffled a scream and bit the pillow.  Another person, another time, and a comment and action like that would’ve sent me running for the hills. But not with him.  He made it all sexy and loving – even if the words and actions were dirty and hot.

I heard him fumbling with the lube and then I felt something cold as it hit my opening.  He massaged the lube around and whispered, “I’m gonna put my finger in there first…try to get you used to it, okay?”

I nodded and choked out, “Mmmm  Hmmmm…..”

I felt his finger enter and I bit the pillow again.  It felt…..different.  Not bad, just different.  Then he began moving his finger around and pushing it further in.  The sensation was somewhere between the line of pleasure and pain.  I began to get used to the feel of his finger inside, though, and soon my body was adjusting.  I felt his finger go all the way to the knuckle, and when he flexed his finger inside, I screamed and bit the pillow again.  It was starting to feel
good
.  Really good.  And when he took his other hand and began to finger my pussy at the same time, I came again – bucking my ass against his fingers, screaming in ecstasy. 

I was vaguely aware of him removing his fingers from me and moving into position behind me.  I felt the tip of his dick near my ass and then I felt it begin to break that barrier.  Again, I bit my pillow and waited for the strange sensation to set in.  I heard him grunt loudly as he thrust his hips ever so slowly, sliding further inside.  The pain had subsided and I felt the pleasure again.

“Holy shit.  It’s so fucking tight….”  He rolled his hips and thrust again a little harder and I could tell that he was finally in all the way.  That knowledge made me wetter.  Then, he began to move.  Oh. My. God.

I screamed again, this time in pure pleasure, as his thrusts became smoother and more disciplined.  On instinct, I began to buck my ass back into his thrusts.

“Oh fuck….Not gonna last long.  Too much…..”  His voice came out as a choked rasp. 

His movements got more frantic, as he began pumping into me harder.  I could hear his breathing, hitched and panting, as he moved.  The bed started banging against the wall.  I wanted to laugh at that thought, but I filed it away, instead concentrating on the pleasure behind me.   

“Touch yourself, Shay.  Come with me….I can’t hold out much longer.”  In response, I circled my oversensitive clit and was on the verge of my climax when he growled out, “Shit, I’m gonna come….sorry.”  He screamed so loudly I thought the whole hotel would hear.

The knowledge that he couldn’t even hold himself back from coming made me come, too.  My body began convulsing with pleasure as his dick throbbed inside me.  We came down from our sexual high together, as one.  He pulled out of me carefully before laying down beside me.  I was still lying on my stomach and he rubbed his hands across my ass and up the middle of my back.