Waiting for you

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Amara’s p.o.v.

Early next morning…

I wake up feeling a heavy warmth wrapping around me, pulling me against a hard… chest?

I don’t dare to open my eyes. Timothy’s scent flairs my nostrils, which calms my nerves down.

His face snuggles in my hair, his beard lightly tickling my shoulder, finding the right position. He’s breathing steady, with a faint snoring, letting me know he is still a sleep.

Not remembering when I dropped in to my slumber, I question myself if I drank too much wine at dinner last night.

Slowly I open my eyes, taking in my surroundings.

Indeed this is Timothy’s bedroom, we are laying on his heavenly queen size bed.

I can feel his hand resting on the bare skin of my belly, holding on to me tight.

Not wanting to wake Timothy up, I pull up the duvet just enough for me to see what’s going on under the cover.

Timothy is a true gentleman. I really love that about him.

He dressed me in one of his shirts. His hand is resting just underneath my belly button.

Saying a silent prayer, seeing I still got on the bikini bottom. My bottom cheeks are out on display though, almost glued in his lap. Something big poking between the crack of my cheeks.

Laying still in his arms, his chest moving against my back, I try to go back to sleep, it feels very early.

I must say, I absolutely love to lay in his embrace. It makes me feel calm, adored and safe.

It doesn’t take much, before I am in dreamland again.

Waking up the second time, I immediately open my eyes and look next to me.

My heart feels squashed, seeing the empty space beside me. It is still warm, but empty.

How would it feel to wake up together?

Hearing the toilet flush, my bladder start giving its own sign for a relief. I get up from the bed, rest at the side. I wait for Timothy to get out the bathroom.

“Good morning, my love.”, he says when he walks in the room.

“Good morning.”, I smile at him, tucking a strain of my hair behind my ear.

“You fell a sleep last night at the second movie. I couldn’t get you awake, so I brought you here. Hope you don’t mind”, his hands slipping through his long hair, avoiding my eyes.

“It was a bit of a surprise waking up. But I should be the one apologizing. I didn’t mean to overdue my welcome.”, I say looking at the ground feeling embarrassed that I fell a sleep.

Timothy sits down beside me, takes my face in his hand.

“Don’t say that, you are more than welcome. I rather would have had your consent for laying you in my bed. Forgive me that I couldn’t control myself. I shouldn’t have slept next to you.”

His deep husky toned confession caught me off guard.

Here I was happy to wake up in his bed, even sad when I woke up all alone. And he is worried.

He is truly my shining knight.

“Thank you for not letting me sleep on the couch.”, I say winking at him with a smile, hoping to lighten up our first morning together.

Relief shines in his eyes, hearing my words. When he leans in, I am certain that he is aiming for a kiss.

But I have to go to the toilet now, also his breath smells minty.

“Excuse me a moment.”, I say walking to the bathroom quickly. He chuckles away the awkward interruption.

Walking to the toilet, I see a new toothbrush laying on the sink. Which I am planning to use before I go back in the room, for I assume Timothy put it down for me.

I do my business, wash my hands before I clean my mouth thoroughly.

When I am done, I wash my face and I check my teeth in the mirror and they are pearl white.

I unlock the door and spot Timothy back in bed.

“So this is how you spend you Sunday mornings, Sir?” I ask him playfully, my hips swaying.

The hem of the shirt creeping up, exposing more of my thighs.

“Fuck.”, he curses under his breath.

His eyes follow my steps carefully, absorbing my every move. He gulps down, wetting the corners of his mouth. His tongue tracing his lip slowly.

I know he wants me, the lust in his eyes is evident.

“Earth to Mr. Brown.”, I say watching him as innocent as I can, standing at the foot of the bed.

He bites his lip, letting out a deep groan.

“I wish for this sight every waken day.”, he says linger his eyes over my body, causing the flame to rise up once again.

We hear his confession, but my heart still have doubts if this isn’t all a game.

He gets on his knees and moves forward, never breaking our eye contact. He is reading my face.

He takes my waist, pulls me on the bed without effort, I rest on my knees. Our bodies just inches apart.

“Amara, I know you have doubts, I can see it in your eyes.”

He leans in, kisses me from the nape of my neck up to my ear.

“I can feel you are holding back. Even though I may not understand your reasons, you have those for a reason. But my dearest love, I want you to be mine.”

His teeth biting softly in my earlobe, I gasp out a moan.

“Say you will be mine, Amara.”, Timothy whisper gentle, kissing my jaw line to my chin.

Be mine… This is the confirmation I have been waiting for. Is it really happening?

Again our eyes lock. His eyes full of emotions, honesty, love but also an unexplainable fear glimpse through.

He suddenly gives me a deep kiss on the lips. His tongue gliding against my lips, asking for entre. Permitting his access, our tongues immediately swirl around each other.

Not wanting to submit on instant, our kiss turns harder, growing the intensity of the fight for dominance.

I submit when he nibbles on my lip. Sucking it in his mouth. Gasping out a deep sensual moan.

“Be mine forever.”, he says breaking our kiss.

Whimpering at the lost of his lips against mine. I just nod at him, grabbing his face to kiss him again.

He pulls back a bit, making me stop and look back up in his eyes.

“I need you to use your words, baby.”

Thinking over his words, the way he looks at me, the way he pleases me. I feel safe next to him.

I speak out the words, he wants to hear. For that is what I long to be...

His.