Part 26

      Saturday morning I awoke still snuggled in Liam’s arms, as beams of sunlight danced across the room in an early morning welcome.  It took me a minute or two to transition from sleep laden eyes to ones that would view the day with the endless possibilities that it possessed. Sleep was quickly banished from my eyes when Liam’s face came into focus for me. His eyes still pressed closely together, fine creases etched around them, the firm line of his jaw, and lips that crinkled in a perpetual smile even when he slumbered.  He was truly handsome and yet I sincerely doubted that he was aware of just how handsome and distinguished looking he was.  With what I hoped was a barely imperceptible touch, so as not to awaken him, I ran my fingertip over his well chiseled features.  As I did, I marvelled at just how well they truly were a reflection of the man and his inner character.  I would always believe in and value him for noble character.

     I wasn’t the only one observing Liam as he dozed.  Barclay sat perched as still as a statue on the nightstand beside Liam’s side of the bed, staring at him, with wide alert eyes, willing him to wake up so we could get the show on the road. He seemed anxious about getting to my parents place.  Barclay was like a small child who intuitively knows who they can wrap around their little finger, or in his case little paw, and was anticipating exploiting that fact to his full advantage. I’d never been able to sort it out but he had this knack of knowing when he was being taken on a trip to my parents place, but he did.  I jokingly referred to my parents as Barclays’ “Grandmeow” and “Grandpaw.”, the reason being years of my Mother’s constant badgering about when was I going to settle down and give her some more grandchildren.  It had always been a bit of a sore spot between the two of us, as I had no intentions of getting married and raising a family solely to make her happy.

    I’d always stubbornly maintained I would marry solely for love, not for the sake of ensuring I didn’t spend the rest of my life alone.  I’d always wanted it all, the hearts and flowers type of romance with the man I could unleash my inner most passions with, and be delightfully silly with as well.  The man for me would also have to be highly intelligent as well as possessing a good deal of common sense and street smarts.  A rapier well, honed wit would be essential to the man of my dreams as well.  Confidence would also be essential to the mix but never arrogance and there was a definite distinction between the two, one was incredibly attractive but the latter one was a deal breaking turn off to me.  He’s have to accept me as I was, faults and all, realizing I could be a head strong, force to be reckoned with at times and at still others expose my vulnerabilities to him and know it was completely safe for me to be able to do that with him.  I had somehow though miraculously discovered that man in the form of Liam, who embodied all of those traits and even more, some of which I’d never even realized before that I had been seeking. “Take that Mom, you really can have it all.” I thought triumphantly.

  

      My Mother would call me an idealist, a hopeless romantic, and I believe thought me an utter fool for thinking that way.  It didn’t bother me though for I knew in my heart of hearts I would never be happy with myself if I merely settled for anything less than what I wanted.  Don’t get me wrong I didn’t want perfection, just the man that would be perfectly suited to me, and I didn’t think that was too much to ask out of life.  Mom however felt if he wore pants, could grow facial hair and had the potential to procreate he’d be an ideal candidate for me.  We clearly disagreed on the issue and often had squared off on it over the years. Thankfully Liam also managed to meet not only my criteria, which at the end of the day was all that mattered to me, but he definitely met my Mom’s as well.  He filled out a pair of pants rather well, and I often appreciated the way his jeans showed off his cute bottom.  The early morning stubble on his handsome face left no doubt as to his ability to grow facial hair.  Best of all he was an amazing and giving lover, so I knew her final criteria wasn’t an issue either.  Liam was in fact perfect for me.

    In an effort to placate her, or maybe I was just being a bit of a smartie pants when I took Barclay in I informed her that I had indeed making her a Grandmother once more. She had a complete conniption when she at first mistakenly believed I was about to become an unwed mother, then realized I had taken in an abandoned kitten.  Annoying each other just seemed to be a part of our mother/daughter dynamic. Liam must have sensed the eyes that were boring holes into the back of his head compliments of Barclay, for he awoke with a start, then smiled in that easy relaxed manner of his when he saw me smiling up at him.  “Good morning, beautiful.” And he graced me with a brush of his lips against mine that warmed me through and through. Barclay took the opportunity to leap from the nightstand on to the pillow.  He then proceeded to go nose to nose with Liam.  He gave him a look that left no doubt he was clearly saying “Well finally you’re up.  It’s about bloody time, now let’s get with the program and get a move on mister.”

       “Good morning to you, too buddy.” He said giving Barclay a scratch behind his ears, which momentarily placated Barclay, who then proceeded to curl up on the end of the bed keeping an ever vigilant eye on the two of us. Talk about having a chaperone, both sets of our parents could have learned a thing or two from Barclay. “Well I guess this curtails any plans I might have for romance with you at the moment.” Liam sighed.“We’ll always have the shower sweetheart.” I said giving him my best Bogart impersonation, which only led us to a fit of the giggles.“So seriously though, what’s the game plan for the day? He asked as he snuggled in closer to me.“Hmmmmmmmmmmmm, I could consider that a loaded question you know.” As I sighed heavily and gave his chest a kiss as I cuddled him closer.“Oh Lorelei, your family can’t be that bad can they?” he asked as he stroked my arm comfortingly.  “All families have their share of nuts and dysfunction, even mine I swear.  Cross my heart and hope to die.”

       “You forgot the part about ‘stick a needle in my eye.’” I moaned.  “Oh realistically I know they aren’t horrible but I’m just so different then they are.  I spent a life time of having them trying to get me to conform to their ideals and it’s simply not me.   “When I graduated from high school they thought I should either stay home, marry a nice local boy, and start a family, maybe have a nice little part time job doing secretarial work or clerking in one of the banks.  Or if I really insisted on higher education and spreading my wings then going to school in London at Western or Fanshawe would be deemed acceptable behaviour.” “I had other dreams and dug my heels in, applied to schools here in Toronto and some even further abroad. I decided on attending one here and I’ve never looked back.  It hasn’t always been easy but it’s been a rewarding experience.  It’s taught me a lot of lessons about life.  I’ve gained a great deal by marching to my own drum and being my own person, but it’s come with its costs as well.  I have no regrets though about how I’ve chosen to live my life.”  I finished up.

    “Well I kind of put two and two together the other day when we spoke to your Mom and she started the conversation with let me think for a second……..oh yeah, I remember now the whole ‘den of iniquity’ thing.  It was a pretty big give a way that she’s not always thrilled with your choices.” I started laughing.  “Well spotted, sweetheart.  Don’t get me wrong I love my parents, but there life just wasn’t for me.  I wanted new experiences, I wanted to broaden my horizons, have adventures, I want to live life to its fullest. Basically I just want to be me and the best me I can be.”

      “You’re not alone on that Lor.  I believe life is for living and celebrating as well, and sometimes that means pushing yourself out side of your comfort zones and taking your best shot at something, even if it means everyone else around you thinks you’ve lost your mind.” He kissed my forehead.  “We are two peas in a pod, much to our parents’ utter chagrin, and you and I are the children most likely to turn that pod into a sailing vessel and sail off into the sunset, protocol be damned.” “You little devil you, no wonder I love you so much.” I said smiling at him before embracing him for a very warm and heated embrace that left no doubt as to the deep attraction and affections we had for one another. Eventually we did managed to drag ourselves out of bed, and get moving, but it was difficult as we both enjoyed our bedroom activities immensely.  The more we made love, the closer we grew together and the more energy and enthusiasm we had for life and making every precious moment count.

       Liam lingered in the bedroom to change the bed linens and make up the bed, while I meandered into the kitchen to feed Barclay, start the coffee and sort something out for breakfast.  While it was true that neither of us was working out the same way we had been before we became a couple, we still managed to keep busy and build up some pretty healthy appetites. I was busy whipping up breakfast, and Barclay was noisily devouring his morning kibble, when Liam joined us in the kitchen.  “It always smells so amazing in here since you moved in.” He said appreciatively.  “Shall I pour you some coffee?”  “Yes please that would be great thanks. I’ll be finished here in a couple more minutes.” He got to mugs out of the cupboard and poured two steaming cups and brought one over and handed it to me.  Along with the coffee he also delivered some very steamy kisses that left me grinning from ear to ear.

  

      While I finished breakfast and plating it up for the two of us, Liam had quietly slipped out of the room.  He returned a short while later, with a little nosegay for me that he’d picked out in the garden and I suspected had included wheedling a few of them out of his next door neighbour, who no doubt would be out tending her flower beds. “My dear these are for you.” He said bowing with a flourish as he presented them to me. “Just a little something to show you I do appreciate all your efforts and the way you take such good care of me.” “Thank you, their lovely.” I said as I accepted the little bouquet and buried my nose in it to inhale their delicate scents. “It’s nothing much really.” He said almost bashfully.  “It is too. Well at least it is to me.” I contradicted him. Little things like this have always made a huge impact on me.  Unexpected heartfelt gestures are always the best and most sincere I find.”

    This was just one more reason why I loved her so dearly.  Simple things meant so much to her, and I could tell from the way her face beamed that she truly was happy with my small gift.  I watched her as she hummed happily, and took a juice glass out of the cupboard, filled it with water and arranged the blossoms I’d brought her in it. She placed it on the centre of the kitchen table and I could tell that in her eyes she viewed it as the most beautiful floral center piece she had ever seen. “Have a seat, breakfast will be right up.” She chirped and scurried to plate up breakfast while it was still hot.  Before I knew it I had a really delicious looking plate of French toast, topped with some luscious looking apple combination, fresh sliced strawberries on the side and a glass of orange juice to round it all out on top of the mug of coffee I was still sipping on.

     “I can get you some maple syrup if you want as well.”  She informed me as she took her seat. “Nope totally not necessary, this apple topping is delicious, it tastes almost exactly like apple pie but without the crust, and it’s all warm and spiced just right with cinnamon and whatever else you’ve got in it.” I told her as I smacked my lips. “You’re pretty close it’s called apple pie jam, I found the recipe a few years ago and it’s become a huge hit with my friends and family.” “I can totally see why.” I mumbled between bites of my delicious breakfast.  When we were through I patted my rather full belly and sighed contentedly.  “You are amazing.  Thanks again for yet another great meal.” I thanked her as I leaned forward and kissed her. “It’s my pleasure.” She responded.

     The two of us tidied up the kitchen, and watered the plants in the kitchen window sill and around the rest of the house, and our little home once again looked picture perfect. “You know coffee isn’t the only thing that’s good the last drop.” She purred into my ear when we’d finished cleaning up.  I immediately knew what she had in mind and knowing I had a weekend of family imposed celibacy looming before me I wasn’t about to turn down the opportunity for some lovingly erotic playtime with her. Once again shower time turned into a romantic, sensual encounter that left both of us with a certain radiant glow and dreamy smiles on our faces. I couldn’t help but gaze at her and drink her in as we both got dressed.  Silently I crossed the room, and slipped my arms around her. “You really are beautiful” I whispered in her ear and softly nuzzled the swell of her shoulder.

  

      “You’re not so bad yourself.” She replied as her hands slipped over mine, and she pressed herself back against me. We stood there just holding each other close basking in the moment, of being together. A loud “merowwwwwwww” and a quick glance at the alarm clock made us realize we’d better get moving.  Lorelei set about gathering last minute toiletries and tossing them in our suitcase, while I went and got Barclays’s kitty carrier ready for him. I stowed the luggage in the truck of the car, and came in to see if she needed help coaxing Barclay into his carrier.  He stepped in quickly with a swish of his tail, turned around a couple of times and settled himself into a comfortable little ball. “I wish it was always this easy to get him into his carrier, but when he knows he’s off to the vets for his shots he’s an absolute little horror.” She mused as she secured the door to the carrier.  She grabbed her purse, I grabbed the carrier and we were ready to get us all settled into the car and head off.

     Barclay settled down for a snooze before we’d even pulled out of the driveway. Lorelei and I were soon engaged in our favourite driving activity, listening to some great tunes, while we sang along to them and bopped along to the music in our seats.  I off course had to be less boppy about my seat dancing than she did as one I was driving and two, I could have knocked myself senseless as I didn’t have nearly the head clearance she did. It was a pleasant little domestic scene, and one I felt totally comfortable with, as we cruised along to pick up the Q. E. W., which we’d then cut off of to pick up the 401, it was pretty smooth sailing from there, until we finally took the cut off on our way to her home town. Lorelei had offered to drive as she knew exactly where we were going, but I figured she had enough on her mind with introducing me to her family, so I thanked her for the offer but had chosen to do the driving.

     Happily we cruised along in the late summer sunshine.  Traffic was fairly light for our weekend commute and we hadn’t hit any accidents or construction so we were making good time on our journey.  Lorelei gave me fair warning when the exit we needed to take was coming up.  From there it was quite a scenic drive, filled with farm land, and sleepy little villages that if you blinked you’d have missed them entirely.  It was a nice change for a guy like me who had been born and raised in the big city. As we reached the town limits I dropped my speed and we cruised along.  “Holy doodle, was that a horse and buggy we just passed?” “Yep,” she replied totally non-pulsed by it but obviously amused at my reaction to it at the same time. “I think you may be in for a bit of a culture shock over the next 24 hours or so.” She giggled.

    “We’ve got a fairly large order of Old Colony Amish Mennonites around here.  Lovely people but very conservative and old fashioned. The way they live is very simplistic and it’s like taking a step back in time and capturing it in still framed photography.  I will admit to being highly amused myself when they take their horses and buggies, through the drive through at McDonalds’ now that’s quite the sight.  “Now, that I’ve simply got to see.” I chuckled. “I’ll be sure to give you the grand tour while we’re here so I can show you that and a whole lot more.” A couple of stop lights, and a few turns later and we were pulling on to the street where Lorelei’s parents lived.  It was a nice feel to it with lawns that were well manicured.  Brightly coloured flower beds and accent pots on front porches and urns standing guard on either sides of garage doors.

       Her parents place was a stylish red brick home on a corner lot that had a lovely back garden that seemed to go out into some sort of natural little wooded area, from what I could see of it as we pulled into it.  Her Mother was waiting for us at the door and came bustling out as I put the car in park. “Remember you love me for better or worse.” She whispered to me and clutched my hand. “I do love you, and that’s all that matters to me.” And I leaned over and gave her a quick kiss of reassurance. Her mother was prancing back and forth quite obviously anxious to make my acquaintance by the car door, and her father was now standing on the front porch with his arms crossed over his chest, eyeing me up with a look that seemed to say “So you’re the sex maniac that’s been mauling my little girl, and you can’t even keep your oversized paws off her in my  driveway.”

    For a brief moment I felt like I was about 14 years old and should turn tail and run for it, but I knew that was absurd, and quickly made a speedy recovery of my senses.  I squared my shoulders and got out of the car.  Mrs. Gallagher hustled over to me immediately.  Evidently she was a rather tactile person and threw her arms around me and gave me a bear hug as she welcomed me to her home. Lorelei had slipped out of the car and was now standing by my elbow. Her mother released me from her vice like hug and turned her attentions on her daughter.  “Darling it’s so good to see you and your young man. Oh my, isn’t he a tall drink of water?” She mused.   “You two remind me of Mutt and Jeff when you’re side by side.  Now grab your luggage and come on into the house.  I’ve got lunch all already to go and I’ll have it on the table in just a jiff.  You two must be famished.” She burbled away excitedly, gave her daughter a hug and disappeared into the house.  It was going to be tough to get a word in edge wise with this woman I thought to myself.

     Lorelei’s father however was going to be an entirely different kettle of fish then her mother was. He stood glaring with his fixed fishy eyes trained on me. I grabbed our suitcase out of the trunk, slammed it shut and resigned myself to making the best of things during our stay. Lorelei removed Barclay from the back seat of the car, and together we stood before her father.  He eyed the lone suitcase in my hand with undisguised contempt for me, as it was just further evidence to him that I was the sort of guy that wouldn’t even go through the pretense of packing a separate suitcase just to placate him.  I hated being judged like that, especially when I wasn’t even the one that had done the packing.  On another level though I sort of understood where he was coming from, with his attitude.  He was in fear that he was losing his little girl entirely to another man and that man was me, so therefore I was his sworn mortal enemy. I wondered if I should consider sleeping with one eye open tonight as her Dad more than likely had a pillow with my name on it that he’d cheerfully smother me with.

   

      Her mother had reappeared at the door. “Come on get a hustle on.  Lorelei, bring Barclay in so Grandma can see her little precious.  Gerald, you help Liam with the luggage.” She directed in rapid fire succession. “They only have the one piece of luggage.” Her father snorted back at his wife.  “Well isn’t that practical to travel so light?” marvelled her mother. “Liam you just come in and take that to your room, it’s the one at the end of hall to the left of the living room.  I’ll give you a tour of the rest of the house after we have our lunch.” I paused on the front porch and stuck out my hand.  “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you sir.” He grudgingly stuck out his hand and gave me a quick but very firm shake and remained silent. “Daddy, behave.” The implied undertone being she’d not only have words with him but her mother as well if he didn’t. “Fine, nice to meet you……..Liam.” he added as if making an effort to appease his daughter and stave off a lecture from his wife.  Lorelei shot him a smile of thanks and we all entered the house.

    “My Dad will come around, just be patient with him okay?” she whispered to me as she led me to the guest room I’d be staying in. “It’s all good.  I remember how it was for Colin when he arrived on the scene with Molly.  He’ll get to know me and see I’m not such a bad guy, and that I am very serious about my intentions with making a life with you.” I answered her. She smiled gratefully at me and reached up on her tippy toes, clasped me around the neck and pulled me down for a kiss.  Boy did she ever know how to give a guy a kiss. We could hear her mother cooing at Barclay, and telling him what a handsome boy he was and how she had a treat for him.  Lorelei’s father was pretending to read the newspaper and mumbling under his breath when we joined them in the living room.

    Barclay was whisked away for his promised treat, and Lorelei’s father snapped his paper shut and tossed it on the coffee table.  “Your mother has lunch set up on the back deck.” He said as he stood and led us through the living room to the kitchen and out the French doors that opened out on to the upper deck of the patio. It was a beautiful view out there.  Beyond the flower beds there was indeed a natural wooded setting as I had early thought. It was filled with ferns, wild flowers and if you caught the view just right through the trees there was a small pond as well.  It was an ideal setting and one I hopped would have a calming effect on her dad. 

    

     There was a gentle breeze blowing as Lorelei’s mother came out with a pitcher of iced tea in her hands and joined the three of us.  “Anything I can do to help, Mrs. Gallagher?” I politely inquired of her mother.  “You’re quite the gentleman Liam, and thank you but I’m fine dear, just have a seat and sit down and enjoy your lunch.” I held out Lorelei’s chair for her and she slipped into it.  Lorelei’s mother beamed at me, glanced at her husband who was not about to let himself be outdone by this interloper in his home, and leapt to his feet and did the same for his wife. Lunch was excellent, as well as filling with Mrs. Gallagher urging me to have extra helpings of everything.  My undoing was dessert which was warm from the oven sweetened biscuits topped with sliced strawberries and slathered with freshly whipped cream.  Those were my undoing and I don’t think I could have eaten another thing when I finished my portions, even if you’d paid me to.  When we finally finished the meal, I thanked Lorelei’s mother profusely for the fantastic meal and her hospitality.  Then I got up and began to help Lorelei clear the table.

    

  The conversation over lunch had gone fairly smoothly and I think by the end of it Mr. Gallagher had started to relax with me a bit and no longer considered me a complete moron.  I think I’d also gained a bit of respect from him, when he discovered I could be as hardnosed as he was about his daughter, and that I was not merely trifling with her affections.  He even went so far as to stop grumbling whenever I would lay my hand over hers, or she’d smile that sweet smile of hers at me during the meal. I believe he was coming to the realization that our affection for each other was indeed both mutual and genuine. At least I was making progress with the old boy accepting me and I considered that a step in the right direction. We decided to take a little walking tour of the town on our own after lunch, as both the senior Gallagher’s wanted to engage in catnaps, before the evening festivities with Lorelei’s siblings and other family members.  Barclay had already staked out his claim to the sofa after he’d filled his tummy with the boneless skinless chicken breast he’d had prepared for him. So he was quite content to be left to his own devices.

    

  It was a nice day for a stroll as we set out hand in hand. She pointed out various things as we walked such as the schools she’d attended as a kid, the church where her folks had gotten married, where she’d taken her skating and swimming lessons and other points of interest. Despite the fact she’d not lived there for several years you could tell she was still well known and liked by the numerous people that stopped us to say hello and see how she was doing and how long she’d be in town.  People were warm and welcoming with me as well, shaking my hand and joking with me. On our way back to the house, we cut through a park that backed onto the woods behind the Gallagher’s back garden.  We picked up one of the walking trails, and enjoyed the cool shade offered by the overhanging trees after our walk in the summer heat.  I took deep breaths filling my lungs with the clean air filled with the scent of pine needles and wild flowers.  Birds chirped, chipmunks scampered across the path, squirrels chattered at us from the tree tops, and it was a perfect place to be alone with Lorelei, and just enjoy each other’s company. 

     

    She slipped her arm around my waist as we walked and talked quietly together.  We both agreed things were going pretty well and that her father did in fact seem to be warming ever so slightly to the idea of having me around.  We also took advantage of the fact we were alone with no prying eyes upon us to indulge in some rather affectionate canoodling. As we returned to the house, her arm was wrapped around my waist hugging me close to her, and my arm was draped over her shoulder holding her just as close. We were refreshed from our time alone together and were more than ready to face whatever would happen next on this weekend with her family.

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Tales of the Amoristicpillow

Part 25

     Between busy work schedules, packing up and transporting as many items as we could during the evenings, along with a myriad of other activities and commitments the week flew by for us.  I loved every minute of it though, because I had the woman of my dreams by my side. Life had taken on new meaning these past few weeks, and had given me a whole new perspective on life.We naturally spent as much of our time together as we possibly could but the times we were apart or pursuing separate activities were made somehow better by knowing that we’d be soon seeing each other and be united once again.  Each and every day brought new experiences and they only served to draw us closer together.

  

  The house was starting to take shape and becoming more of a collaboration of our two joined households.  Our individual styles being fairly similar we found we had several duplicates of things that just reinforced the fact we were in fact kindred spirits. I also found I was right about some of my earlier thoughts about how things would change around the house if she were ever to take up residence there.  I now had brightly coloured little pots of herbs lining the kitchen sill, as well as other plants scattered about the house which gave it more of a homey feeling.  Pictures of my family and friends that had previously been homeless and just scattered about or taped to a mirror or on the fridge with a magnet holding them in place were now framed and clustered in artistic little groupings throughout the house.

There were indeed more feminine touches around the house as well that at one time I might have considered an infiltration and intrusion  into my personal space but now I welcomed them with open arms. Even losing some of the space in the bathroom wasn’t an issue for me.  I was gaining so much from having her here full time, and was coming to the realization of how much I’d been missing out on and just how lonely I’d actually been in my previous life.  Sure I had my friends and family, and don’t get me wrong they were and are great people to have in your life, but now I realized how much had been lacking as well.  Now I had a full realization of what it was like to have that one person you couldn’t wait to share everything with.  The person who you could bare your soul to and know it was safe with them.

   

By the time Friday night rolled around we both decided to take it a bit easy since we were going to be leaving Saturday morning and would be away overnight.  Taking it easy meant no trip over to the apartment.  Instead it was devoted to yard work, laundry, and other household chores.  We functioned like a well- oiled machine, conquering and dividing tasks and had things finished and order restored in no time flat. “Whew, I think you must have been a drill sergeant in a former life.” I teased her as we flopped down on the sofa together when we finished.  Which earned me a playful poke in the ribs with her elbow, but I knew I wasn’t in the dog box for the comment either, as she snuggled into me and nuzzled my neck.

  

    “I’m just organized is all………..besides I like getting everything out of the way so we can spend some quality time together.”  She smiled with that little glint in her eyes that I knew and loved oh so well by now. “I’ll buy that for a buck.  Quality time works for me.” And I flashed one of my devastatingly sexy grins back at her.  As we sat flaked out on the sofa, my feet were propped up on the coffee table and hers were draped over mine, for ultimate contact. “I think we’re all set for the weekend with the exception of tossing in a couple last minute things like our toothbrushes.  Are you sure that you’re going to be okay with doing an overnight stay with my parents?” She asked me anxiously.

  “It’ll be fine. I’ll hate not having you next to me as we drift off to sleep but we shall persevere and get through it and live to tell the tale.” I reassured her. I took my hand and cupped her face and turned it up towards mine.  “Whatever it takes to show your parents the proper respect and let them know I love you and am committed to doing whatever it takes to have you in my life, I’m going to do.  I’m in this for the long haul my dear.”  I leaned in and brushed my lips against hers, then settled in for a long, lingering kiss. “You always manage to make me feel like anything is possible, Liam.” She said softly as she gazed into my eyes. “Everything is possible, when we tackle it together.  We make a great team Lor, the best.” I murmured as I stroked her delicate facial features with my fingertips. 

  

  I honestly did believe we were capable of handling anything.  She believed in me and supported me like nobody ever had before.  I thought back to the day I’d finally learned her name and realized just how much her name truly suited her.  She was my rock, the most solid foundation I could ever build on.  “I love you so much, you are the world to me, and I thank my lucky stars every day that I’ve found you.” My words caught on the way out as I uttered them, as I was so overwhelmed with the depths of my love for her.  I knew there was no reason for me to explain my sudden surge of emotions.  With her own eyes misted over I knew she too was overcome with the deep bond that we shared.  We both knew how deeply the roots of our love ran and that our love for one another would sustain us through the coming years.

   “I love you.” She intoned softly. Three such simple little words but they managed to say it all.  Those words were the keys that unlocked our hearts and souls to each other.  They bound us together more than any piece of paper ever would, even our marriage certificate would not have the value to us those three words possessed.  We sat snuggled together in companionable silence, and just enjoyed the fact we were together.  The sun was setting now and we were treated to the spectacular show Mother Nature was putting on for us.  Blinding red and gold tones shone brightly on Barclay who was stretched out in the sunshine and his fur took on a burnished fiery glow of its own.  As the sun sank ever lower the colours softened to pinkish tones which ebbed into misty blues and mauves.  It was an awesome experience watching the brush strokes of light colouring the giant canvass of the sky.  Silently viewing the show that was unfolding before our very eyes, wrapped in each other’s embrace it was to say the least picture perfect.

  

       Liam’s voice broke the silence.  “You know” he began in a conspiratorial tone as if he was about to unburden himself of a long kept secret. “Before you and I officially met, I’d watch these sunsets by myself.  Sometimes it would be here on the sofa like we are now, sometimes out on the deck, and I’d even hop on the bike and take off down to the beaches and sit out on the rocks or wander barefooted along the edge of the shoreline.  No matter where it was, as I watched them I’d always find myself wondering if it were possible that you’d be watching those same sunsets at the same time.  Then I’d wonder if you were and I’d find myself desperately hoping that I’d be the one you’d be dreaming of sharing them with.  Guess that makes me sound like a major goof doesn’t it?” and he gave a small chuckle of embarrassment. 

  “Well if you are then I guess I’d have to be standing right there beside you in the major goofball line.” I told him.  “I’d do pretty much the same thing myself. I’d go down to Cherry Beach or Ashbridge’s Bay just to be alone with my thoughts of you. I felt drawn there, like being near the water brought us closer together. Where I was didn’t matter though, I’d always find even a minute or two no matter how hectic things were, to make the time to stop and watch the sun go down every day, and I’d think of you and pause to wonder where you were and just what you were doing at that exact moment.” “Wow.” Was the way he summed it up as he sighed.  “It boggles my mind that we could be yearning for each other the way we both did.  Silently our hearts would call out to each other, and yet never managed to connect until I accidentally 

wandered into Morellis’ Bakery that day.”

  “Oh I’ve never considered that an accident.” I shook my head at him to emphasize that point. “I’ve always believed that there is no such thing as fate and that things happen for a reason.  Call it Divine timing, if you will.  It was just our time to finally connect the day you walked into the shop.” I continued quite seriously.  “You know, I think sometimes we try too hard to find the person we’re meant to be with.  Good grief, I even went so far as to join local online dating sites, hoping I’d come across you and your profile.”  I chuckled heartily at the thought of it. Liam quirked an eyebrow at me, “I’ll take it that, that had less than favourable results for you?” “It was a major fail” I summed up for him.  “Don’t get me wrong there were some genuinely nice guys that tried to engage me and ask me out for coffee or a movie, or whatever so we could get to know each other but I never accepted.  I just couldn’t bring myself to do it, it would have felt like I was………I dunno, being unfaithful to you.”

  

  “How would that have been being unfaithful to me?” he asked me, genuinely curious as to my thoughts on that. “Maybe unfaithful wasn’t the right word to use, maybe betrayal would have been a more apt word.  If I tried to date someone, that I really wasn’t into, then it wouldn’t have been fair to them, as I’d never want to lead someone on making them think they stood a chance of winning my heart.  I’ve never been one to play head games with people.” I told him. “I realize that, you’ve got way too much integrity to use people or lead them on, but I still don’t quite fathom how or why you’d feel you’d be betraying me if you accepted a simple coffee date.” He asked me gently.“Elementary my dear Liam, my heart already belonged to you.” I said to him as I slipped my hand into his and looked him straight in the eyes.  “The first time I saw you I just had it hit me like a ton of bricks.  You were the one for me, the only one.”

  

     “Oh I tried to rationalize it half to death, that I was just caught up somehow by your superior good looks, or other things that in the grander scheme of things really are quite trivial.  I just kept coming back to my initial reaction I got from you.  You know that gut feeling, we all have but try to deny?” “There was just something about the way you carried yourself, the aura that surrounded you and the vibrations you were sending out that attracted me.  I wanted to shout “Eureka!!” this guy is the real deal.  So as crazy as this all might sound, I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. It truly was a case of love at first sight for me.” I laughed, “I know I’m babbling but there is a point to all of this and I will finally answer your question.  It would have been a betrayal to you as well as me to even think of being with someone, anyone that wasn’t you.  I don’t do casual relationships, one night stands or friends with benefits.  If I’m with someone I’m with them all the way, I don’t waver just because something might appear to be momentarily more intriguing or appealing.  So in all good conscience I simply couldn’t be with anyone other than you.”

   

  “My only downfall was trying to force things and find you.  Things have to be right for both people for it to work, not just one of them, so while I waited for you, I found things to bide my time.  I through myself into my work, I did volunteer work, I wrote in my journal, I worked out, I read.  I kept myself busy to pass the time, but my thoughts never strayed far from you.” “This is my fault, I should have approached you sooner, told you how I was feeling too Lorelei.  So much time that we’ve wasted and it’s all been my fault all along that we weren’t together sooner.” Liam started to apologize. “Oh hush Liam.” As I placed my finger against his lips to quiet him, “Don’t be daft, it’s not your fault at all, not in the least little bit.” I reassured him.  “We just both needed to be in the right time and the right place for our journey as a couple to begin. It was supposed to turn out the way it has and so let’s just be grateful, okay?”  He nodded his head in agreement with me and kissed the finger I had pressed against his lips.

  

  Gently he scooped my hand in his and pressed it against his lips.  “You really are one of a kind and I do realize what a rare find you are.  I also know how truly fortunate I am to have you in my life and next my side.  You are perfect.” I balked at being referred to as perfect.  “I’m far from perfect Liam.” I corrected him. “But I do try to be the best person that I can be, because I owe that to myself and I know you don’t deserve anything less than that from me either.” His face and eyes were lit with a glow of respect for me as he leaned into me and kissed me.  If either of us were truly perfect in this relationship I would always steadfastly maintain it was Liam. “It’s getting late and we’ve got a big day ahead of us tomorrow, so what do say we head to bed?  I’ll need a good night’s sleep if I’m going to be in top form to meet your family.” Liam said as he stretched his arms and gave a small yawn.

    

“Well, going to bed sounds reasonable to me, but are you sure you’re ready to call it a day and go to sleep?” I asked in a husky voice, which I clearly hoped signalled my intent of wanting to stay up just a bit later. “I think I could see my way clear to staying up a bit later and keeping you company my dear lady.  Did you have anything in particular in mind to pass the time?” he inquired as his lips curved into a smouldering sensual smile and his eyes took on that certain sparkle. “I might have a little something in mind.” I added trying to make it sound like there was an air of mystery to the plans I had in store for the two of us. “Will you step into my parlour said the spider to the fly.” Liam teased me as he quoted a poem I was quite familiar with.

    Laughing at his little joke about my thinly veiled efforts to entice him into some fun and games I quipped back.  “Are you trying to bug me?”  “Bee assured, I would never intentionally try to do that.” He protested with a mocked innocence to his voice.  We both burst into a fit of giggles over that.  Sharing quirky little things like puns was just one more of the silly little lighthearted little things we enjoyed indulging in together. “Come on” I said hopping up from my place on the sofa and holding out my hand to him. Liam clasped my hand and stood up.  Then wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tightly to him.  “And to think your father is worried that I’m the one that will try to lead you astray.” He mumbled in my ear.  He earned himself a wee swat on the bottom for that, and we headed off to the bedroom together. It was wonderfully freeing to have the knowledge that there was no need for either of us to feel shy about either undressing or being undressed by the other.  The mutual appreciation we had for each other was abundantly evident in the slow caresses and kisses we exchanged as we somehow managed to unfetter ourselves from the clothes that bound us.

  

  Her pert little nipples stiffened as they were exposed to the cool air of the room and my natural instinct was to warm them for her.  I kissed my way down her throat, and slid my lips over the upper swells of her breasts.  My lips automatically found their way to their intended targets though my eyes remained up cast so that I could see the expressions in her eyes and upon her face. She inhaled sharply as my mouth formed a tight seal around her little granite pebble of flesh.  Her eyes were half closed in a dreamy state of rapture.  With one hand she cupped the back of my head, pulling me closer, as I nuzzled her tender nub of flesh.  With the other her fingers played through my hair, all the while moaning her approval for me and my efforts.

  

  I wrapped my arms firmly around her waist and danced her gracefully back the few steps to our bed.  I eased her gently back on to the bed, and lowered myself to the floor.  Her legs hung over the edge of the bed and I parted them with my hands, bringing them to rest over the broad expanse of my shoulders. Deeply inhaling that heady sent of hers that always sent my blood pulsing wildly through my veins, I ran my tongue over my lips in anticipation of the enticing delicacy I was about to feast upon.  My mouth watering at the mere thought of tasting her.  Running my fingers over, her little treasure box, I marvelled at the shape of it, as well as how soft and delicate it was.  Using my thumbs I gently eased open the flesh covers to uncover the little pink pearl she had nestled with it.  Unable to contain myself my tongue made contact immediately with it, making slow lazy circles around it again and again. 

   

The response from her was spontaneous as her legs gripped me tighter, her hands on my head guiding me to explore her further.  I loved that she was a woman who knew exactly what she wanted from me, more than happily I obliged her with the expert administrations of my tongue.  I coaxed the creamy secretions from deep within her, savouring their distinctive flavours on my tongue.  “You’re not playing fair Liam.” She panted at me interspersed with little yelps and moans of pleasure.  “On the contrary my dear, all is fair in love and war.” I volleyed back to her as I immersed myself once more in her most intimate pleasure zone. 

  

     I loved knowing that I was exciting her and taking her to greater heights of pleasure.  Feeling her body stiffen in one moment, convulsing with little tremors the next, her breathing sharp and laboured, and the way her voice would be breathy whispers one moment and deep raspy purrs and growls in the next.  “Enough” she cried out as she instantly tried to pull me up her body.  I relented but only after several playful nips on her inner thighs and running my tongue slowly and teasingly up and down the slick wet folds between her thighs.  At this point I was extremely excited and could have easily penetrated her with my swollen helmeted warrior of love. But it wasn’t what she wanted, not yet anyway.  I clearly got the message what she did want the way she firmly wrapped her hand around me and began to stroke me with a confident gleam in her eyes that I found incredibly sexy.  “Remember all’s fair.”

  

  She devoured me with one fell swoop and I just about hit the roof the way it made me feel to be taken like that.  She was clearly in no mood to show me any mercy and was going to make sure that she had her way with me while ensuring at the same time that I was more than satisfied. Lorelei definitely knew how to make my body hum and vibrate.  She knew my body and its responses so well already, and she used it to ensure I was a very happy camper.  She knew how to take me so close to the edge and when to back off to prolong my pleasure.  It was mind blowing to me to know how much she was spurred on by her desire to please me.  She seemed to feed on it and become even more aroused and passionate knowing I was being fully sated.

  

  The way she varied her grip, the movements with her tongue and lips, but it was the look on her face that struck me most.  Pure and unadulterated love, a wild eyed passion and desire and it was all for me.  She was exquisitely beautiful to me, with her tousled hair, starry eyes of blue and the rapturous look etched on her face. I couldn’t hold myself back any longer and she finally granted me my release.  My liberated fluids flowed through me and into her warm welcoming depths of her mouth.  I was extremely sensitive as I rode the crest of the waves of pleasure ebbing through my entire body.  Never once did she waver as my body writhed beneath her, she knew how to take me to an epic peak and she knew how to gently ease me down from it as well.

   

Not a single drop of my precious seed escaped her, and she was incredibly tender as she used her tongue to bathe me in the aftermath of it all.  I softened in the warmth of her mouth and grudgingly relinquished her hold on me.  Soft, tender kisses trailed up my stomach and chest until she was in my arms once more. As spend and as exhausted as I felt after what must have been the most incredible release I had ever experienced, I still found the strength to cradle her against my chest.  “You’re amazing and I truly do love you Lor.” I managed to whisper to her.

  

Stretching her face up to mind our lips met and I could taste the slight salty aftertaste of myself on her lips.  Our mouths parted and our tongues came together entwining and probing.  Hands roamed fondling, caressing, and brushing against flesh.  I was astounded to find myself becoming aroused again so quickly after the magnificent release I had just experienced.   “Please Liam make love to me.  I want to feel you inside of me. I want us to become a part of each other.”  It was a heartfelt request and as long as I was physically able to I would never deny her.

  

     Lying on our sides face to face, I gazed at her with my heart full to bursting with love for her. With one hand I stroked her hair and with the other I cupped the fullness of her breast. Burying her head in my chest she kissed me again and again.  The warmth of those kisses penetrating my breastbone and warming my heart.  Using my hand I gently redirected her face so I could gaze into those trusting blue pools that reflected her deep and abiding love for me. Our legs naturally slid into an open scissor position so that I could enter her and fulfill her wish, for us to join together and unite as one. We clung to each other, as our hips would slowly thrust forward and we rocked together endlessly.  Taking our time to experience and enjoy all the sensations of this truly beautiful act we were sharing. Each time we made love there was something unique about it, and the experience only served to strengthen and deepen what was between us.

   There was no need for either of us to rush to the finish line, for this was an unselfish giving of ourselves to the other.  The only competition that ever occurred between us when we made love was our desire to give ourselves completely to each other in perfect love and perfect trust, and to put the other first. I honestly believed that was one of the secrets we shared that made our sexual congress so unbelievably amazing. When our climaxes rose and peaked we shared that intimacy with each other as well. Our lips were locked together as closely as our loins were joined.  We remained coupled together allowing the moment to linger between us. “Thank you for loving me so completely.” She whispered in a still small voice.  Then she kissed me with an unbridled passion that I readily returned to her with equal fervor.

   Lying together still joined at the hips and ensconced in each one another’s arms I felt like I had the world by the tail.  I was the king of my own perfect realm and with my beautiful queen by my side, what more could I possibly ask of life?  All was well with my soul and I was at perfect peace with the cosmic universe. Exhaustion on various levels began to take its toll upon us, as our eyelids grew heavy.  Eventually we would succumb to sleep and when it finally took us, we would welcome it, together still locked in our embrace. I loved her so completely and I knew that she too loved me with everything that she had and everything that she was.

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Part 24

 

    With Lorelei curled up next to me as we sipped our glasses of wine I felt like the weight of the world was off of my shoulders.  We’d broken the news to her Mother about our living arrangements.  Although it wasn’t the way we’d planned on doing it, it’s the way it had worked out.  Over all it had gone really well and I felt like things would go well when we went to see her family on the weekend. I was in my happy zone until Lorelei’s words brought me back to earth with a thud. “Liam you may have charmed my Mother but you still have to get by my Father.  If you think mothers and sons have a close bond then you’d best think about the ones between fathers and daughters.  Ever heard the term Daddy’s little girl?” she asked me gently.

   Suddenly my mind was racing, I began thinking back to what it had been like when my sister Molly had boys starting to come around to the house and inviting her out on dates.  My Dad had clearly thought they were all a bunch of cruddy minded creeps out to deflower his precious little princess.  Okay he may have been right about that, teenage boys were noted for being crazed sex fiends due to their hormones. The reality of it though was that most of them were basically nice guys, from good families, who had the fear of death at the hands of the girls’ father deeply instilled in them. “It’ll be fine.” I stated more to reassure myself than anything else.  “I’m sure your Dad is a reasonable man, and he’ll see that I love you.”

    Lorelei burst into gales of laughter.  She then cupped my face in her delicate hands, looked me squarely in the eyes, kissed me lightly on the tip of my nose.  “I do love your cheerful optimism on the subject sweetheart.  The reality of it is though Fathers are not rational human beings when it comes to their daughters.  They tend to forget how they were as young men, or maybe it’s because they do remember their feelings and desires, that they become so crazed.” She said to me. I let her words sink in as she continued.  “Dad is going to know that we are living together, as Mom will no doubt inform him.  Not being a stupid man he’ll know that we’re not sleeping in separate rooms nor is he gullible enough to believe that we spend all our spare time together playing board games like Parcheesi when were alone. You will be branded as the beast that defiled his little girl………Oh and for the record if we ever have children, he’ll want to believe that they are immaculate conceptions or they were phoned in from an undisclosed location.” She giggled at her joke.

 

   I on the other hand found it quite sobering, I guess being male and despite having a sister, I’d  never given much thought to the complex way a man looks at his daughter as opposed to other women.  Don’t get me wrong I was taught to respect women and treat them courteously, and I think I did a pretty fair job of that.  I knew women were far more than just some shapely objects of desire placed on the earth for the pleasure of the male species. “Think a note from my Mom would help my case any?” I asked her “Nope, I don’t.  I think you’ll just have to be yourself and he’ll have to see for himself what kind of a man you are. That you are a good, decent person that has morals and values, and you will be the sort of man that instills those things in any child we might have one day, male or female.” She smiled at me in a way that conveyed she truly knew I possessed those qualities.

    “Just being me isn’t going to be an issue, as it’s the only person I know how to be.  I guess being single for so long I never really gave a lot of serious thought about Dad’s and how they can have some double standards towards their own children, one for the boys and one for the girls.  I’d like to think I’d treat our children all the same.” I said thoughtfully. “I think most people want to treat their kids the same but I think there are things that always seem to get factored in to the equation that can change that, whether they mean for them to or not.  Things like gender and birth order, my brothers have always maintained I was indulged as a kid because I was a girl and I was the baby of the family. I on the other hand always thought they had the edge over me being older and being male.” Lorelei said to me.

     “I’d have to agree with you. I mean I was the oldest and I always felt like I had to look out after the younger ones, especially Molly who was the baby and we all doted on her.  Don’t get me wrong I wasn’t perfect I loved my kid sister and I always watched out for her, but I could tease the stuffing out of her until she was madder than an old wet hen at me but if anyone else tried it they’d have to deal with me.  In some ways it always seemed to Sean and I like she could get away with bloody murder because she was little and cute. Yet in some ways Mom and Dad were a lot stricter with her than they were on us boys.” I said as I continued to mull over the whole thing. “I’m sure my brothers thought the same sorts of things about me.  I also know they could drive me insane with their teasing but they wouldn’t tolerate it from anyone else and always looked out for me.” Lorelei told me.  I merely nodded in total understanding of the situation.  Kid sisters can be a pain in the rump at times but you’d never in a million years allow anything to happen to them either.  When you were a big brother you became self-appointed guardian angels over them, and I guess that intensified tenfold when it was your daughter.

   

      “My folks were great in some ways about treating us equally though.” Lorelei mused.  “Like in the way they made sure we all knew how to do things so we could be independent.  We all had to learn to make a meal, even if it was only a basic one, sew on a button, replace a fuse, and be able to change the tire on our bike if we got a flat and a load of other things.  I think sometimes though I learned more than a lot of girls did about taking care of themselves and being independent because I was always trying to keep up with my older brothers and their friends.” And she laughed. She seemed to be reminiscing about some of the things she’d done in her efforts to keep up with them.  “Same with my folks, they made sure we could all take care of ourselves and handle the basics.” I countered. “But when it came to dating Molly had it rougher than we did.  Mum and Dad would insist the boy come around to the house to pick her up or spend time with her there. Dad would sit in the lounge with them glaring at the poor boy over the top of his paper, until my Mum would come along and drag him out to the kitchen for a cup of tea.” Liam chuckled at the memory of poor Molly and her suitors.

   

“Ha!” She snorted.” I can top that, how would Molly have liked it if your father had told her boyfriends that he used to be an undertaker and he knew how to dispose of the body?  I assure you only the bravest of boys returned for a second date.” She spit out a bit ruefully.  “Tell me he didn’t.  He must have been an absolute horror to a young girls’ social life.” I said as I gave her a cuddle. “He was in the beginning he lightened up a bit after my Mother reminded him that if he trusted the boys he should have some faith in me as well.  He says he wasn’t worried about me but rather about the boys I brought home.  I’m surprised I ever got my first kiss with my Dad on the scene.” She giggled.  She could do that now but I’m sure at the time it was the bane of her existence.  “So tell me about your first kiss.” I asked her gently.  For some reason as much as I wished I had been the one that had given it to her, I hoped it was a memory that she still cherished.

    “That was a long time ago surely you don’t want to hear about that?” she said skeptically but I nodded affirmatively at her.  “It was really rather sweet, we were standing talking on the front porch after we’d spend the evening watching a movie on television.  The sun had faded from view, and the stars were trying to come out despite the fact that it had that feel in the air like we were about to get some rain.  Crickets were chirping and it was a lovely night out all in all.  He leaned into me and kissed me on the cheek.  I remember being totally shocked, and asked him why he did that.  He looked down at his shoes and said “Because I like you.” Grinned at me then leapt over the railing hopped on his ten speed and took off like a streak of lightening.” She smiled at the memory. “It started raining but I didn’t care, I thought I was the luckiest girl in the world at that moment.  When I finally went inside the phone was ringing, it was him, and all he wanted was to say good night.  He rang me two more times that night on his way home as he stopped at every pay phone he could find on his way, and he phoned me again when he got home.  All those phone  calls drove my Dad nuts and he grumbled to my Mom about it.” She added laughingly.

      “It sounds like the perfect first kiss.” And I held her close and grazed my lips against her temple. “It was and I remember it fondly, but I much preferred our first kiss.” And she tilted her head towards me.  Our lips met and settled into a warm, loving affirmation of the fact that she found the kisses we shared superior to all others she had ever experienced.  I loved the way she was always able to make me feel like I was the most special person in the world to her.  The truth of that fact was evident to me whenever I looked into her eyes, saw the smile on her face, felt her touch, or heard it in the caress of her voice.  “So whatever happened to good old whatshisname?” I asked merely because I was curious more than anything if she had kept track of him after all this time. “The last I heard he was living in Vancouver and was happily married to some guy named Stephen, I believe the chaps name was.”  She answered in a matter of fact way.

    I have to admit I was a bit startled but quickly regained my composure. “That must have come as a bit of shock to you to find that out.”  She merely shrugged. “I guess, but I decided when I found that fact out years later not to let it mar the memory of my first kiss.  I still see it as a sweet innocent expression of affection between the two of us.” Lorelei added in her own philosophical manner. “It was.” I drew her close and kissed her softly. If anything the experience she had just shared with me made me have even more respect for her.  No matter what happened she just took it in stride, and tried to always see it in the best possible light.  A great many women might have found the experience of discovering what she had unsettling and perhaps even made them question themselves.  It may have caused them to ponder their own attractiveness or appeal but not her. She remained confident and secure in her own being and accepted the way that it had been at the time.  The memory hadn’t changed in the slightest for her, the only thing that had changed was what she now knew about that once awkward boy who had years ago stared at his shoes and uttered “because I like you.”

   “I like you too, you know.” I told her softly, as I managed to ease her onto my lap and cuddle her close.  “Oh do you?” she returned with that impish grin on her face and a glint in her eyes.  “Uh, huh, heaps.” Then I kissed her but it wasn’t on the cheek, and I’m pretty sure she knew that I wasn’t shy or awkward when it came to her and being able to express my affection for her. When the kiss was broken she fanned herself with her hand, and feigning her best southern belle accent said.  “Why I do declare, Mr. Conlin you simply take my breath away with kisses like that.  I shall surely need to take to my bed with the vapours if you continue such behaviour sir.”

   “I should be happy to oblige you Madame.” I scooped her into my arms, and stood up as I began to stride purposefully towards the sliding doors into the house.  Rhett Butler obviously never had to deal with sliding doors. He would have just kicked the door open for dramatic effect.  I on the other hand didn’t have that option available to me so my entry may have been a lot more awkward, but such was reality. We managed to make it, perhaps not as regally as it would have come off in the movies but still the sense of gallantry I had was evident.  Striding down the hall to the bedroom and gently laying her back on the pillows, I could almost imagine the two us dressed for the roles we had taken on in a moment of spontaneity.  I’d be quite dapper in a waist coat with matching trousers.  Lorelei of course would be a magnificent beauty in her frock, which would accentuate the curves of her body and delicateness of her features.   Soft wings of hair would frame her lovely face, while the rest would be braided and pulled back into an intricately woven bun held in place by a decorative hair net.  I’d long to remove it and free those long glorious locks of hers.

   In the here and the now I ravished her face and neck with kisses, feeling the heat of my passionate kisses searing her smooth cool flesh.  Drinking her in with my eyes as I slowly undressed her, revelling in each moment of it. Watching the way her eyes shone as I finally unclothed myself and revealed my nakedness to her. Her eyes spoke volumes as to her thoughts and feelings.  Spreading her arms in welcome to me I took my rightful place in them.  They closed around me enveloping me in a veil of her love that was always waiting for me.  Our bodies entwined themselves around each other, like vines and bound us together. It amazed me how I could feel such a strong life force coursing through my veins every time we made love. All my senses were heightened and magnified by the experience and I felt so alive.  She pushed my boundaries and challenged me in so many ways, and I was enraptured by it.

     Normally we would have engaged in endless foreplay exploring and teasing each other but right now the need was more one of needing to connect.  I was more than physically ready and I knew she was by the look of hunger she had in her eyes for me. I nudged my swollen head against her entrance to paradise and could feel the slick wetness there. Her hips rose to meet me bidding me to enter, and I slid into her in one long endless stroke.  Buried in the warmth and wetness that awaited me, my head began to swim. The sensations of having Liam caress my inner depths like this thrilled me beyond my wildest dreams.  I felt every ridge of his maleness as it sunk deep within my inner most sanctuary.   In moments like this I felt totally connected with him and felt we were unified and became one soul, joined together as completely as we ever could be.

    Sweet waves of rapture swept over me as I looked in those impassioned liquid pools of his eyes.  My hands ran through his glossy hair and my fingers traced the strong manly features of his face.  I felt as though I would burst I was so overcome and filled with love for him. Our intense need to join together having been met, we now took our time, gently caressing each other.  Savouring the tenderness between us, there was no need for us to rush the experience now.  We were alive, completely energized and so in tune with each other.  We were both tireless in our desire to explore each other and commit each detail to memory no matter how minute a detail it may seem.  I knew each small bump along his vertebrae, the muscled tone of his shoulders, arms and chest.   If you had blindfolded me and given me a single strand of hair from various destinations on his body I would have been able to tell you their origin. I knew the ones that were smooth and sleek, the ones that were coarse little bristles, and even the kinky curls which were somewhere in between the two.

   I knew the location, size and shape of every scar on his body.  I knew the story behind each and every single one of them and knew how and when they came to be.  I loved the fact we shared everything, we shared our hopes and dreams and even our darkest fears.  Liam was my best friend, my lover and my world and I wouldn’t have had it any other way. Liam was such a gentle lover, taking his time with slow even thrusts and my hips would rise to meet him.  Our thighs would press against each other, meeting in their own form of a kiss, with each thrust.  The gentle way he rained kisses over my shoulders, neck and face when he’d remain buried inside my depths.  His hands cupped my breasts and massaged them. The warmth of his breath thrilling me to my core as it whispered across my flesh.

     Most of all I loved to look deeply into his eyes, and they wordlessly told me everything that was in his heart.  Best of all I knew they reflected what were in my own eyes, all the love and devotion it was possible to have.  They weren’t tangible gifts but were inestimable in their value, for they encompassed all the best things that life could offer.  We each gave and accepted the others gift, for they were given with open and willing hearts, and had no limitations placed upon them. Even with the slow deliberate movements the passion in us rose and our climaxes became inevitable.  We already knew the signs in the other that it was approaching, and we wanted to hold on as long as we could so that we could cross the line into that magic realm together.  To be lost with each other, carried on wave after wave of pleasure, to float through the sea of ecstasy and share the experience as one.

   At its neared I coiled my legs around his torso and threw my arms around his neck and drew him into me. His body tensed before finally allowing himself to begin to empty himself into the abyss and my own creamy secretions mingled with his, as I called out his name again and again. My body of its own accord coaxed each drop of that precious viscoscious core energy of his into my own. We clung together in the aftermath, basking in the closeness we had just shared.  Whispered, repetitions of “I love you my darling’” echoed back and forth between the two of us.   It became a mantra that allowed us to enter a higher state of consciousness.  “Do you think it’s always just going to just keep getting better between the two of us?” Liam asked his voice barely audible as if he were afraid it would break the spell we were under.

   I nodded at him.  “I do.” I intoned softly.  “Please remember those words Lorelei. They’ll come in handy in the future.” Liam reminded me.  “Darling man of mine, it shall be my great honour to exchange vows with you, and it will be a day I shall always cherish and will hold in my heart forever.”  With that pronouncement his lips sought out mine and they melded together. We lay coupled together, until the realization that the hour was growing late came upon us, in the form of a furry four footed chaperone named Barclay that was demanding his nightly snack with plaintive meows as he landed on the foot of the bed.  “When we start a family we are so going to have to remember to shut the door to the bedroom and teach the kids to knock before entering.” He grumbled good naturedly at Barclays’ interruption.  I started to get up to go take care of Barclay.  “No, you stay I’ll take care of the little guy.  Might as well get some practice in with this Dad stuff.” Liam quickly said. “Thanks sweetheart and I suppose this gesture had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that you’re famished after working up an appetite?” I teased him.  “Well you know, now that you mention it I could force a little something down.” He answered back with that distinctive twinkle in his eyes.  “Go on.  I’ll be there in a minute to join you two boys.” I giggled at him as he slipped out of bed and padded across the floor.

 

   He was of course still naked after our love making session, and I couldn`t help but appreciate his form as he sauntered away.  “It really is rather magnificent isn’t it?” he called over his shoulder.  “Rats, I’ve been busted, yet again.” I thought “How does he instinctively know that I’m checking him out. Does he have eyes in the back of his head or what?”  “The answer is years of teaching my dear.” And with that he disappeared out the door as I called after him.   I chuckled inwardly apparently there would never be secrets between us as we could read each read the others mind it appeared.  I went in to the bathroom to freshen up a bit.  I thought of slipping on Liam’s bathrobe but changed my mind and left it hanging on the hook behind the door.  I pranced to the kitchen naked as a jay bird, to find Barclay with his nose in a bowl of yogurt, and Liam lounging against the counter with a glass of milk in one hand and an apple in the other.

   He grinned upon seeing that I had remained naked as well and held the apple out to me.  “Care for a bite?”  “Shouldn’t I be the one offering you the apple?” I questioned as I accepted the proffered fruit and took a bite out of it, and returned it to him.  He shrugged “What can I say I’m an equal opportunity kind of a guy.” And we both laughed  I took a glass out of the cabinet and went over to the fridge where I poured myself a glass of milk, then joined him back at the counter. He’d finished the apple by the time I rejoined him.  “Would you like me to make you a snack?”  I offered. “I would but it’s usually not a good idea for me to eat too much so close to bedtime.  It’s tempting though to say yes as I know it would be a totally awesome snack. I’ll take a rain check on it though.” He said a bit wistfully obviously thinking a snack would have been a rather good idea.

   “Okay, I’ll just tidy up a bit then we’ll, get ready for bed.” I bent over to pick up Barclays’ now empty dish that had contained his snack and I could feel Liam’s eyes running up and down my legs and fixating on my bottom. He gave me a low whistle of appreciation and I giggled as I stood up and placed the dishes in the dishwasher.  “There are some definite advantages to this living together stuff.” He’d silently sidled up behind me and wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled my neck playfully. “I know.  I’ve discovered a few of my own.” I said as I reached behind me and caressed the semi hardness that pressed against me.  One of his hands slowly strayed up to my breast and he cupped it his hand and squeezed it gently. “We start this again and we’ll never get any sleep and you’ll be cranky in the morning.” I warned him.  “True, but isn’t it a great reason not to go to sleep?” He whispered into my ear and the heat of his breath sent shivers through me.

    Reluctantly we opted for being responsible adults, after exchanging a few passionate kisses and warm loving caresses.  He padded off to lock up, and I had to grin as his joy stick which brought me so much pleasure bobbed about as he walked. I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth when he returned from locking up and making sure lights were turned off and the little nightly things one did prior to retiring for the evening.  I reached up and gave him a kiss on the cheek as I finished and then went and turned down the bed and crawled in while he brushed his teeth and freshened up a bit. His silhouette moved silently through the darkened room and he slid into bed beside me.  My body curled around him and snuggled in.  This was one of my favourite parts of the day, just being able to lie next to him, secure in his loving embrace, talking quietly, sharing laughter and kisses, before finally drifting off to sleep. “I hope we’ll always be this happy with each other.” I sighed. 

  

   “Oh we will be.” He assured me.  “It might not always happen quite so naturally in the years to come, especially if we decide to raise a family together, but then we’ll just work harder to make it a reality for us.  Some things are just worth investing the time and effort in, and you and I are totally worth it.” “Sounds like you’ve already given the matter some serious thought before this.”  “I have, I used to have a lot of time on my hands at night, when I’d be lying here in bed to think.  I’d wonder if that beautiful woman I saw every morning on the bus could ever possibly come to care for me even a little.  Then my mind would fast forward to the future I’d build with you, if I was ever fortunate enough to make you mine.  Everybody tells you that you’d better enjoy the honeymoon phase as it’s over all too soon.  But I never thought it had to be like that, maybe I’m just a hopeless romantic or maybe I just view relationships differently than other people do Lor.  I just know I wanted it all and I’m determined to have it.”

    “I think I know exactly what you mean Liam and I feel the same way you do.  Life takes over and throws a lot of different curve balls at you that you have to deal with in daily life.  Things happen, children come along, parents will age and need more of your time and help, there are work demands, bills to pay, unexpected illnesses and so many other things it boggles the mind, and can send your brain into sensory overload.” I told him.  “Exactly my point, see I knew we were on the same page about things.” And he excitedly continued. “You have to take the time to make time for things that are important in life.  I always want us to be a priority for each other, and if that means things like arranging a specific date night, and setting aside a specific time to be together each day then we’ll do it.  I’m a romantic Lorelei but I’m also very much a realist with my feet firmly planted in reality. 

    Things won’t always go as planned and we’ll have our disagreements, but I know we can work through them, but I want us to go on forever.  I want to make this work, not go down in flames and then fizzle out.  I’ve seen it happen too many times before to people, they get complacent take each other for granted and end up alone and bitter.”    “That’s not going to happen to us Liam, not ever.  You and I know how to communicate with each other, and yes we will have the odd row over things I’m sure, but we’ll sort it out and become better and stronger as  a couple as a result of having worked out our issues.  You and I together Liam will be a force to be reckoned with.” I promised him. “That is just more validation as to why I love you so much and why you truly are the one and only woman for me.”  With that said he enraptured me in a kiss that stole my breath and if he hadn’t already possessed it, it would have stolen my heart as well.

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