A Special Gift

Paige stood stiffly, her head bent to the sheaf of papers held tight in her hands. She wasn't reading the words she'd written there despite the appearance of doing just that. Instead she was trying to muster up the courage to hand them to the man seated before her.

They'd waited a long time for this day, and it was supposed to go more smoothly than this, at least it should have--according to the papers she was reluctant to hand over. What if all that time they'd talked so openly on the internet was spent based in fantasy? What if the fantasy didn't live up to her expectations, or his? Today was his birthday and it had to go well, but what if she turned out to be less than he dreamed? The disturbing thoughts sent a shiver through her so that she felt cold and wished suddenly for a sweater. The red sundress Paige wore was all part of the plan, but she hadn't planned for goose bumps. Her fantasy had been far more sensual and seductive than this was turning out to be. She knew then that was the basis of her fear. It wasn't the cold. It was the anticipation, the exhilaration, the excitement and hope of finally being with the man she'd dreamed of every night since meeting him in a chat room.

Lucas waited. He looks . . . composed, Paige decided. That was the perfect word to describe him. Sitting on the edge of her bed with his hands splayed slightly behind him and supporting his weight, and his long legs stretched out before him, crossed at the ankles, Lucas seemed amused by this display of shyness. Paige bit her lower lip. How could she be so skittish when he appeared to be the epitome of calm masculinity? He'd maintained an aura of surety since the moment she saw him step off the plane. Dressed in jeans and a simple blue T-shirt, with a shadow of stubble after a day flying the friendly skies, he was a rugged contrast to the backdrop of her floral boudoir.

"Well?" He asked, uncrossing his legs, pulling his heels back and sitting up. "You said you have a present for me. Is that it?" Lucas motioned with his chin to the papers in her hands. He cocked his head to one side and his mouth turned up in a mischievous grin. Paige smiled at the familiar sight. She'd seen him look at her that way through the web-cam every night for nearly a year. Paige bit her lower lip again and giggled. With a deep breath and a long exhalation to relieve her overly energized nerves, she stood tall and let her gaze meet his fully.

"Yes. This is it," she said at last, thrusting the thin stack of papers toward him in a sudden show of bravery. The papers shook slightly as Lucas took them from her, but he was still looking directly into her eyes and she hoped he didn't notice the tremor.

"Thank you," he replied. With his free hand, he took hold of her hers, and pulled Paige down to him so he could kiss her full lips. It was a simple kiss, but it sent shock waves through her veins and went a long way to making her feel more relaxed.

"I've been looking forward to reading this," he said with a wink, and focused his attention on the typed words.

The story wasn't a new one to him. He told her he'd read it often since the day she wrote it and sent it to his email account. As often happens in online romance, it wasn't unusual for the pair to write erotic stories for one another, but this one was special. It was the story of his birthday; the day they'd planned for their first offline meeting. As his eyes moved across the lines she'd written, Paige felt even more nervous. She took another deep breath. Get a grip, she told herself. This is the man you've been crazy over for how long now? Just be yourself, Paige! Be the woman you said you are; the woman you know you are.

While he read, Paige walked around to the other side of the bed. Taking care not to disturb him, she climbed onto the bed and moved with the stealth of a cougar until she was directly behind him. On her knees, she snuggled close against him so that her knees grazed his thighs. He turned his head and flashed her one of his smiles. She raised up so that she could sit on her heels, and Lucas instinctively laid his free hand on her knee. Paige rested her hands on his shoulder, and bent to kiss his cheek. Lucas laughed, then read aloud from the story she'd written.

"He stopped reading long enough to turn his head and return the kiss. Just a small one, but enough to remind them they had no reason to feel uneasy with each other." He stopped reading and kissed her gently.

"I am a little nervous too," he said. "Not a lot, but a little."

"So you needed that little reminder?" Paige asked with happy surprise.

"Yeah, I did," Lucas laughed.

"I never would have guessed. You seem so . . . together."

"Appearances can be deceiving as the saying goes."

Paige nodded emphatically. "I know!" she said, "Which is why I was so nervous about us meeting--oh never mind. Just read." She kissed his neck as he turned again to the story. With gentle, kneading strokes, Paige slowly moved her hands across his broad shoulders, before moving them just as languorously back to center. Keeping a steady, soothing pressure, she massaged his neck, back and shoulders and Lucas let out a small groan of pleasure. The sound was like a siren call to Paige's body so that a tingling sensation swept through her, finally resting as warmth between her thighs.

"Resting as warmth between your thighs, huh?" he asked.

"Mm hmm," Paige continued to ease her hands over his back, moving little by little, intent on keeping the motions fluid, the pressure consistent. Her breasts through the red dress grazed his back as she leaned around to steal a glance at his face. His eyes were closed.

"Why aren't you reading?" she whispered just behind his ear.

"I am." It came out more a sigh than actual words. Her hands began their slow ascent back up to his neck and shoulders. She could feel him leaning more into her. She enjoyed the weight of him.

"With your eyes closed?" She parted her lips and kissed the smooth skin beneath his ear. She trailed soft kisses down the side of his neck, and was glad when he tilted his head to afford her better access. His hand on her knee stroked idly in a slow back and forth motion. Paige closed her eyes as her body responded to the feel of his body touching hers. The desire to reach around and slide her hand over his cock was strong but she held back. Instead, she brought the massage around easily to his chest and abdomen. Lucas's steady stroking of her knee moved up to her thigh. Abandoning the story, the papers fluttered to the floor and resting one hand on each of her thighs, he stroked her soft skin, pulling her knees tighter against his hips.

Paige tugged at the front of his shirt, pulling it out of the waistband of his jeans, then pulled the fabric up as she touched her hands to his warm stomach. Still kissing his neck, she ran her fingernails from his bellybutton up to his chest. Bringing her hands from the center outward, she ran her fingers over his nipples, pausing to touch and play with them until she felt the nibs harden. Lucas let out a low groan and Paige took that as permission to do as she pleased.

Still kissing him gently everywhere her lips could comfortably reach, she slid her hands down so that she could feel his cock through the thick denim. He was hard, but not completely. Paige smiled. She loved the feel of him. The way his cock was steadily hardening, it wasn't difficult to find the full form of it, so that she was able to form her fingers around the shape of it. She began to stroke, gently at first, but increasing the pressure as her need for him grew. The very thought of that hard cock plunged between her pussy lips, the idea that Lucas would be fucking her, sent a shiver throughout her entire body that was a prelude of orgasms to come.

Lucas reached down and covered her hand with his, showing her the pressure and rhythm he desired most. Their tempo increased until Lucas moaned her name. He twisted around and kissed her, his tongue seeking hers. Paige kept stroking him. From his awkward position, Lucas was at her mercy. Using one hand to support himself, he brought his free hand up to hold the back of her head. With his fingers entangled in Paige's hair, Lucas pulled her still closer as though forcing her to take his kisses. Paige welcomed the obvious animal lust in him that matched her own. They had waited so long for this day. Lucas pulled back as if to center himself. Paige reduced the stroking a little sensing that it could almost be too much, but knowing too that he didn't want her to stop. She kissed him playfully.

Their tongues touched lightly, as if an afterthought to the heady sensation of experiencing one another's lips. As his mouth sought hers with still more intensity, Paige let out a half moan, half cry that Lucas answered with a groan.

"I can't wait," Lucas said, his voice low and husky.

"Neither can I," Paige whispered.

With strong arms, he pulled her around so that she was straddling him, her short dress riding up to reveal milky white thighs. She felt his mound between her thighs and pressed her dampening panties harder against his erection. The kiss deepened as they moved their clothed bodies together. Paige pulled him closer with one hand on his shoulder blade, and with the other, she wound her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. Lucas's hands ran up and down her back, coming to rest at the top of her panties. He slid his hands under the silky fabric and held her bottom, pulling her rhythmically to him.

His mouth slid down her neck, leaving hot kisses until his tongue found the hollow at the base and he licked the salty sweet skin there. He leaned back a little and his arms lifted her dress as he slid his hands up over the curve of her hips, to her stomach and up to cup her breasts.

"No bra," he said with a smile.

"Not today," she replied and kissed his beautiful mouth.

"I need to fuck you so badly, you have no idea," Lucas said as he lifted the dress over her head and flung it across the room.

"Actually, I do." She pulled his shirt up over his head and tossed it so it landed on top of her dress.

For a moment they beheld each other's near naked bodies with awe.

"Better than I dreamed," Paige whispered, nearly feeling as if she could cry for the wonder of him as her hands caressed and explored his bare chest.

"Everything I ever wanted, and never thought I'd find," Lucas said, his hands gently kneading her breasts, as he fondled the areolas between his fingers.

She kissed him and within moments, the passion that had led them to this point returned in full force. Lucas left off kissing her and as his mouth roamed hungrily over her breasts, Paige moaned in ecstasy. With all inhibitions a long-faded memory, Paige pulled away and said, "We have to get these off now." Kneeling before him, Paige pulled his socks and jeans off, letting them fall. Finally, she removed the boxer briefs he wore, and with a dramatic flair, flung them behind her, not caring where they landed.

"Beautiful," they said in unison and smiled as she sat down on his lap, straddling him again. She slid her fingers from the tip of his cock to the base, and fondled the soft roundness of his balls.

"I want this so fucking much," Paige said suddenly.

"Then you can have it." Lucas pulled her forward, and with a quick fluid motion, he moved her panties aside and let the head of his cock part her lips. In the next instant, he was pulling her onto him, and she sucked in her breath at the shock of it. Between the sensation of sudden heat inside of her and the feeling of his cock filling her, Paige was ready to come then, but she held back. She pushed harder onto him, and they both groaned at this needed moment after the long months of writing and fantasizing about it. He thrust again, and again, as she pressed forward, matching him move for move, until they quickly found their rhythm.

"You were right," he managed to say before he squeezed his eyes shut and his mouth fell open. He gasped and thrust his rod still harder and more energetically into her wet pussy. Paige welcomed her lover, meeting his every thrust with equal intensity. She'd told him before they met that even though they had quaint fantasies of gently making love, their first time would be so filled with hunger, it would be animalistic.

She let thoughts and expectations slip away as she lost herself in him. Paige gripped his shoulders, his hair, the back of his neck, and kissed his forehead, his cheeks, his eyes and anywhere her lips could seek him before finally throwing her head back and crying out.

"Fuck, Lucas! Don't stop. Don't stop, don't stop, don't you stop, please. Please."

"I won't," he said and fucked her harder and faster. "God, Paige, oh, God."

Their cries and words mingled with the scent of their coupling so that Paige soon couldn't tell sight from sound or touch. All sensations were one and she abandoned herself to the orgasm washing through her, and the wondrous feel of his cock deep inside of her.

Her back arched as the orgasm took hold, and uttered his name just as he said, "I'm coming. Paige . . ."

He's coming inside of me, she thought and cried out in ecstasy. She screamed his name once, long and loud, as the first wave washed over her, then said his name as if it was a mantra she was compelled to repeat as the stages of her orgasm grew until she couldn't bear it. Sight, sound, scent, touch, taste, reality and fantasy--all that was physical, emotional, psychological and spiritual met as one, and all were this man. The two were, in the throes of a shared orgasm, lost and found in each other. She screamed his name and the full force of her orgasm took over and she existed only for this moment. She whispered his name, more like a prayer now, as the waves gradually subsided, bringing her slowly back to the plane of separate senses. Everything was distinct and sharper than she remembered. Colors were brighter, though sound was still muted, and Lucas's skin beneath her hands was warm and slick from his sweat, while their scent was primal and heady. Paige sighed and reveled in it all, wishing it could last and already anticipating him again when they got their strength back.

She smiled as his body shuddered at the after-effects of his orgasm. He flopped back on the bed, bringing her with him so she was laying atop him, his cock still inside her. She gave little squeezes around his cock now and then that he answered with throbs.

Paige lay with her head on his chest, enjoying the feel of his heart beating against her cheek as sounds began to return to normal. She hoped he liked his birthday gift. Yes, she had said the story was his present, but the real gift was this moment.

"Let me see if I can remember how the story ended," Lucas said. Paige smiled as he recited the lines she'd written. He'd told her once that he'd read the story often enough to know some of it by heart.

"She hoped he liked his birthday gift," Lucas said with a grin. "Yes, she had said the story was his present, but the real gift was this moment."