When I saw Wam had come in the door, I raced from the kitchen to the entryway in dining room and almost tackled him. I was even more excited than I thought I'd be. As I attempted to squeeze the stuffing out of him, I squealed like a little girl, "I missed you Wam!"
In the next second, he pulled back and not only kissed me, but it felt like he was attempting to consume me. In that moment, everything else fell away and it was just the two of us and the chemistry and caring that is between us.
Nothing else has ever felt so perfect. Now that was a scary thought considering bad things happen to everyone I care about. I was starting to think that having me in one's life brought a curse upon them. Maybe if I moved to the Arctic, the curse would follow me and they'd all be safe?
As all of this was running through my mind, Wam pulled back and rested his forehead against mine and said in a deep but slightly husky voice, "I missed you too beautiful."
My eyes shifted to the crate sitting at Wam's feet and I squealed again, "thank you Wam!"
"You're very welcome. I'm going to grab the rest of my stuff okay?" Wam said.
I dropped to my knees, opened the crate, and stroked Sammy's soft fur. All I could manage in response was, "ah huh," as I heard Wam laugh and go back outside.
I was greeted with loud purrs from Sammy. I was so lucky that Wam cared enough to surprise me. Sammy was his constant companion at home. As much as I like her, I should encourage him to take her back with him on Sunday, or maybe she is just visiting?
By the time Wam returned, I had Sammy out of her crate, in my lap, and was petting her with both hands. As I stroked, she moved her head or arched her back as if to get closer. She was such a sweet cat. In that moment I realized I had fallen just as much under Sammy's spell as I had Wam's.
Wam set up the litter box as I continued to lavish Sammy with love. When he was finished, he placed it near the bottom of the stairway, but to the side so no one would trip on it. Wam asked, "will you please bring Sammy over and show her the litter box? I'd hate to see her need it and not know where it's at."
"Sure thing," I said. I stood and carried her to the box and placed her inside the covered plastic box with fresh litter. Sammy began to dig and Wam smiled. Both of us entered the kitchen and scrubbed our hands so I could finish making the fry bread tacos.
While drying his hands, Wam studied all the ingredients I had set out on the counter and smiled. I returned to chopping the vegetables, cooked the meat mixture, and lastly I made the fry bread in a fry pan with heated oil. About 45 minutes after their arrival, supper was ready for consumption. "I hope it's as good as you remember Wam. I didn't have your grandma's recipe, so I found one online."
"What's not to like? It's taco fixings and fry bread. Thank you Kynlee," Wam said as he pulled me close with his hands on my hips. The next thing I know, Wam lowered his head, and kissed me gently but thoroughly. My hands snaked around his neck as our bodies rub against one another.
I stroked, then gently pulled the longer, black hair at the nape of his neck.
Wam pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against mine. Again, he leaves my chest rising and falling, trying to regain my breath. "I think when you kiss me like that, I forget I need to breath," I laugh. A big smile broke out on Wam's face, likely matching the one on mine.
"I missed you," he said in a husky voice, "it felt much longer than a few days."
I nodded in response. It does feel that way. After sleeping in Wam's bed for one night, my own bed the next night felt cold and empty. I must sound crazy since it's only been weeks. I didn't know it was possible to care this much about someone.
"We should eat before it gets cold. Then," I touch the center of his chest with my pointer finger, "we have the rest of the night to do whatever." As I spoke, my index finger snaked down Wam's chest and I gazed into his eyes. I visibly saw him swallow, his Adam's apple moving, as he nodded slightly.
We ate our meal with Wam appearing to enjoy it thoroughly with comments like: "I haven't had this in so long," "this is so so good Lee," and my personal favorite, "you can cook for me anytime beautiful."
After we ate our fry bread tacos, Wam and I worked together to put away the leftovers and load the dishwasher. I wiped down the table and counters, hung the rag on the towel rack, washed my hands, and went out into the living room to sit on the couch with Wam. Sammy was in Wam's lap, eyes closed, and purring loudly as he ran his hand from the top of her head to the tip of her tail. Every so often she would tilt her head and push into his hand or arch her back to get pet or scratched in a certain spot. Watching them was heartwarming. Wam looked up and asked, "what are you smiling about?"
"Watching you with Sammy is so cute. I can tell you really love her. She's a lucky kitty," I said and felt a bit of warmth in my cheeks, but I didn't look away from his gaze.
Wam crooked his finger and I didn't hesitate to walk over to him. When I was in front of him, he set Sammy on the cushion beside him, he pulled my wrist, and I landed in his lap. He wrapped his arms around me and I rested my head on his shoulder with my feet hanging off the couch next to Sammy. Wam moved one of his hands up to my hair and smoothed my hair down. What a sweet, loving gesture. "You know, I care about you too Lee. Can I..pet you too?" He asked with a mischievous smile.
I lifted my head from his shoulder and met his eyes with a nod. I gathered the courage and said, "Kedron is being transferred to a rehabilitation facility tonight. That means you are no longer a consulting physician on his case. So that means I shouldn't be off limits...officially, anymore."
Wam put a hand on each side of my face, tilted my head, and took control of my mouth with his. This felt like a claiming, like he is completely in control. Ironically, the part of me that is independent and likes to be in control had no problem turning control over to him. My hands floated up and into the hair at the back of Wam's neck. My heart rate beat a staccato rhythm and my lungs began to burn, forcing me to take a breath through my nose or break our connection.
Wam tilted his head and his tongue darted out to tangle with mine. Again, I opened without hesitation. There is just something about Wam and the man he is that makes me trust him completely. His hands left my face and he lifted my hips so that I was now straddling his hips. My body took over and relaxed forward against his as my core began to rub against his hard length. Wam pulled back slightly, "Kynlee, you need to stop or this could go too far. I don't want you to do anything you aren't comfortable with."
His chest was moving quickly as he spoke, obviously just as affected as I am. His hands remained just under the hem of my tee shirt on my skin and the warmth felt good. Leaning back slightly, I crossed my arms in front of me and removed my shirt. Being with Wam gave me a boldness I've never had before. Possibly because he really did make me feel beautiful and cared for.
One of Wam's hands skimmed up my ribs to cup my breast, still covered in my black bra. His eyes appeared huge and were focused on my C cup cleavage as he ran his thumb over my nipple. My lips parted as I groaned at the sensation.
"I love that you're so responsive when I touch you," he said with a huge smile that made crinkles appear at the corners of his eyes.
My hands pushed down my straps, spun around my black bra, unclamped it, and dropped it to the floor. Both Wam's hands came up and cupped my chest as I arched my chest toward him. He rubbed my nipples gently between his thumb and forefinger and I felt them harden. As I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensations rolling through my body, I felt one breast become enveloped in a warm, wet cavern that I was pretty sure was Wam's mouth. My hand pulled his head closer and I moaned, "mmm...Wam, that feels so good."
Wam pulled back and removed his own shirt before pulling my chest against his. My arms at his neck, I gasped when he stood and carried me into the bedroom. My legs automatically wrapped around his hips to help hold myself up, while his hands splayed across my butt cheeks to hold me close. With each step, I felt myself bounce against his now rock hard length, and I knew the gusset of my underwear would be soaked.
Gently he laid me on the huge king sized bed and stood there just looking at me. Once he looked his fill, he kneeled between my legs and lowered himself on his arms to once again take control of my mouth. Seeing Wam with this "take charge" attitude was a huge turn on. Who knew I would like it? Slowly he moved from my mouth to my jaw, my ear, my neck, and spent equal time on each side or my chest. His hands went to the waistband of my jeans and I decided to help by lifting my hips. Once I was naked in front of him, Wam removed the remainder of his own clothes. I was dumbstruck by how handsome this male specimen before me was. I wanted to feel his body against mine, and reached for his hand.
Instead of coming to me, Wam simply arched an eyebrow at me. "Please Wam, I want to feel your body against mine."
At the request, he laid down on the bed next to me and held me against his chest again. Our chests were pressed together, the spattering of black hair on his chest enough to stimulate my nerve endings.
I was beginning to understand why people talked about physical intimacy with a sense of awe.