Dark Times in Still Waters
Chapter 27
By Dottie
Copyright 2013
Teagan and Kevin spend hours lying in bed talking. As much as they want to make love, neither of them make a move. Both are content…happy even…just to lay and hold each other.
Teagan finally gets brave enough to ask, “Why did you leave the group Kevin?”
He sighs, contemplating the best way to answer the question. Finally, he says truthfully, “I thought it was the only way to save my marriage.”
She’s thoughtful for a moment before quietly saying, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.”
He sighs, fighting down the frustration he feels at her uneasiness. “Teagan, I have no secrets. I don’t intend to ever hide anything from you. I just…it seems odd to talk to my new girlfriend about my ex-wife. At the time I left the group, I was convinced touring was what was killing my marriage.”
She lets her fingers slide restlessly on his chest, wishing they weren’t wearing so many clothes. Blushing at the thought of being naked with him, she shivers. “You must have loved her very much.”
He sighs. “In a way, I suppose I did. But, I think it was more that I didn’t want to face up to the fact that I made a mistake. We dated forever because we were comfortable with each other. I think that’s even why we got married. But we were never truly happy. The long tours led to a lot of lonely nights and she complained. So, I left the group to focus on what I thought was most important. Turns out, even when I was home, we were both still lonely. Most nights I spent in my office writing music. After I left the group, nothing got better. It only got worse. So we quietly divorced and last year I decided it was time to come home.”
She smiles, rubbing her face against his soft sweater. “I was so happy when you came back. I mean, the guys sounded good, but when your voice was added back into the mix…it was magic.”
He chuckles. “Stop it! I’m not that good.”
She tilts her head back to meet his gaze. “Kevin, I’m serious. The Backstreet Boys were never meant to be a quartet. The harmony…the way your voices blend, it’s incredible. And the sound has only improved. Your voices have matured and the sound is phenomenal.”
He blushes hotly. “Sweetheart, flattery will get you everywhere with me, but you don’t need to…”
She cuts him off, putting her fingertips over his lips. “It’s not flattery. It’s honesty.”
He kisses her fingertips before whispering, “Thank you Sweetheart.”
She slides her hand to the side of his face as they move closer together to kiss. The touch of his lips ignites a side of her that’s been dormant for a long time. He senses her passion and pulls her up onto his body, allowing her to set the pace as his hands roam lazily from her neck to her backside and up again.
She whimpers against his lips, aching to feel his skin. She moves her lips from his and kisses across his face, shivering as his goatee tickles her neck. When her lips are by his ear, she whispers, “Please…”
He smiles lazily into her hair, letting his hands fall to her waist. With her knees on either side of him, he presses up slowly, pushing his body against the weight of hers. They both moan and he whispers, “I need to feel you, Teagan.”
She blushes hotly, but rolls off of him. She sits up and he moves to his knees behind her. As he wraps his arms around her torso, she tilts her head back to look at him. Love radiates from his eyes and happiness shines from hers. He kisses her, letting his passion flow from his body to hers between their lips. He swallows her gasp as his tongue strokes hers, swirling around it like a lollipop.
She turns to face him, standing by the bed. Her arms snake around his neck as he moves forward, pinning her body to his. He moves with fluidity, sliding to his feet beside his woman, his hands slowly finding their way under her sweater.
They step apart, their eyes glazed with desire, as they begin to undress each other. He helps her off with her sweater first, salivating at the sight of her in a skin tight, baby blue turtle neck. He drops her sweater to the floor as she pushes his sweater up his torso. Once it’s gone, she slowly begins unbuttoning his shirt. She wants to groan when she sees the t-shirt underneath it. She’s dying to feel his skin.
He smiles heatedly at her frustration, whispering, “It won’t take long to get it off.” In a matter of seconds, she’s undone the last button and he’s shrugging out of the shirt, dropping it quickly to tug the t-shirt from his jeans. Once it’s over his head and on the floor, her fingertips find his neck, moving slowly and sensually down his chest to his stomach before going back up again. When she teases his nipples with her index fingers, he grabs her wrists, holding her hands firmly against his body. Her eyes slide upward to meet his stare and he whispers, “I want to feel you too.”
She’s mesmerized as he quickly divests himself of his pants, standing before her in black boxer briefs, his manhood straining for release. Even though she’s blushing profusely, aching to see him in all his glory, her insecurities over take her as he tugs her turtle neck from her pants and pushes it up over her head.
She lowers her eyes, hoping to hide the scars. He grabs her chin, tilting her head back so that her eyes meet his. “Don’t hide Teagan. Don’t you ever hide from me.”
The intensity of his gaze startles her. She can’t look away as he opens her jeans and pushes them down over her hips. She steps out of them, standing before him in her peach bra and panty set. His fingers skim over the satin covering her straining nipples and she whimpers. Their eyes lock and she whispers his name softly. “Kevin…”
He smiles, letting his fingertips find the hook between her breasts. With two fingers, he deftly opens it and her breasts are bared to his gaze, her nipples taut with desire. He can’t stop himself from leaning down, placing a lingering kiss on each as she shivers. Her bra falls away and his fingertips slip inside her panties, teasing her sensitized skin. She gasps when he pushes them down over her hips and thighs. They fall to the floor around her ankles as his hands roam lazily down her hips to her thighs.
He drinks in every detail of her body. Her flawless, all-be-it pale skin, covered in goose bumps, her dusky nipples begging for his lips, and the neatly trimmed hair giving him teasing glimpses of the very essence of her.
He’s surprised when he feels her hands slip beneath the waist band of his briefs, but he knows if she touches him, all hope of getting inside her will be lost for while. He quickly grabs her wrists and returns her hands to his chest. She looks up at him, blushing, and he whispers, “You touch me there and I’ll lose it.”
She smiles shyly as he pushes his briefs down, kicking them away. He may have stopped her from touching, but he can’t stop her from looking. When her gaze sees the length of his hardness, she trembles. She knew he’d be big, but the beauty of his manhood makes her salivate. She wants to feel it, touch it, taste it with every fiber of her being.
Sensing her passion hitting new heights, he carefully lowers her to the bed and stretches out beside her, moving slowly to cover her with the length of his body, nestling his hardness between the juncture of her thighs. She opens herself to him easily, aching to be one with him.
When their bodies mesh together with him nestled deep inside her, he stops, almost panicked. His gaze locks with hers. “Teagan, a condom…”
She smiles awkwardly. “It’s ok, you don’t need…I take…unless…”
He lowers his lips to hers. “I don’t think I can stop…”
They move slowly as one, their lips locked in a sensual mating dance. The natural rhythm of their bodies matches the rhythm of their tongues teasing each other. Her hands roam over his back and shoulders, tracing his muscles, gripping him, urging him to go deeper and deeper inside her.
When his lips find her neck, reality comes crashing back, almost stifling her. He senses her panic and whispers, “Let it go, Baby…” She whimpers, her body aching for his even as her insecurities force their way into her mind. He moves his lips slowly, purposefully over her scars…kissing them. He tastes her flesh in the most sensual way, his tongue gliding effortlessly over the source of her insecurities, letting her know he loves even this disfigured part of her body. To him, she’s not disfigured…she’s perfection from head to toe.
The flames of her passion overpower her insecurities and she finally lets them go, gasping as Kevin brings her body to a crashing orgasm. Her climax triggers his own as she tightens around him. His arms slide under her body, gripping her as he plants his seed deep inside her. She sobs in ecstasy as every nerve in her body tingles.
He holds her tight, his face buried in her shoulder, nipping at the tender skin under her ear. “Shh Baby, please don’t cry.”
She sniffles and hiccups. “Kevin…oh Kevin…I love you!”
His heart soars with joy as he hears her impassioned declaration. “My sweet Teagan, I love you too.”
She hears his whispered confession and opens her heart, giving herself fully to him. He’s the man of her dreams. Her knight in shining armor. The love of her life.
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