Chapter 32 the girl is mine

…Tyler POV…
Tortured bliss is what I feel every time she ran circles through my mind last night as I sought the comfort of my bed. Never has one woman consumed my dreams in total ecstasy. I could feel her delicate fingers running down my sculpted chest as she laid spread over my body. In nothing but red lace, she filled the empty space that is now only meant for her. Even though my hands had the desire, I left her untouched. I want to take my time with her; I want to feel her presence and let her linger until she begs. I want her to not only be with me; I want us to become as one. She shall be the one that will be undoing. She has become my now, my present; she is the driving force that will determine what I do next.
I have brought Jenna to a nice outdoor restaurant that plays live music on Sundays. She has just moved off into the crowd towards the dance floor. So I find myself scanning the floor from one blonde to the other. There is no sight of her, not even a glimpse, but that is when I spot her. With one confident smile on a face that can barely hold it, I make my way downstairs into the crowd. I love this thing my heart does every time I see her. I love the rush of the tingles of pleasure that my eyes bring whenever I lay them on her.
And god, laying them on her now is earning me a rather aching bulge in my pants which I have no desire to even hide at the present moment. Now, this is done for only two reasons, first the obvious of just seeing her, the second being that whatever it is that she is wearing, is sending my heart racing in only but one way. She is wearing a tight seductive red dress that only but accentuates every curve of her body.
This girl is mine.
So not having to wait one more second being apart from her, I stride my way over to her nonchalantly. Then with absolute raw desire, I slip my body behind her and grab tightly onto that toned stomach until every inch of my body melts into her. I hear her gasp as she prepares to push me away, but as she leans her head back and catches a hint of my cologne, she eases into me.
"Tyler, are you trying to seduce me."
"Me? Never."
She softly chuckles at me, and just for a brief moment, my sugarcoated words bring a rosy color to those already burning cheeks. Then beyond what I can ever imagine, she pulls me closer to her once again. I feel seven sensations of pleasure as her long delicate fingers find their way underneath the buttons of my black designer shirt. She runs her nails over every inch of my rippled abs. That frustration has now hit an all-time high, and high is what I want to find myself in every corner of her body.
"Will you be back soon?"
She smiles, and the sexiest dimples play at the corner of her mouth. "Are you missing me already?"
"I have been missing you all my life."
She cocks her head with a sneaky smile, "Tyler that is terrible."
We both burst out in laughter, and just then, she steps back and leaves my body cold. I reach out to pull her close; I want to feel the raging fire between us.
"Let me just go to the ladies."
I grab hold of her waist once again and pull her deep against the tightness of my body. I take a lock of her hair and twirl it around my finger, yet another scent to pleasure all my senses. I nip at my bottom lip and slowly whisper, "Does your entire body smell so intoxicating?"
"Tyler, you are hopeless. Let me run off and I will meet you back at the table."
And just as she completely leave the warmth of my body, I call her back again.
"I love you, Jenna."
…Jenna POV…
I do not let him finish; I move my lips breath by breath even closer to him. We are so close now that we are breathing the same breath. I look down at his lips and back up to meet his eyes. I close my eye, and I move forward, closing the space between us. With every breath and wink, I move my lips closer until I finally feel his skin touching mine.
As his lips begin to move against mine, he rips open my soul, and the world falls away. My thumb caresses his cheek. I encircle his body and run my fingers down his spine. At first, the kiss is soft and gentle, like tiny butterflies on your skin. But the more he pushes into me, the more demanding they become. The heat between our bodies raging like a fire out of control.
Then I step back and let go, "I love you too Tyler. Now let me run off to the ladies and I will see you back at the table."
As I wander my way off the ladies, I cannot help but feel beyond happy. I finally have the man of my dreams and things are just perfect. Nothing can come between us again. So as I walk into the ladies, I find it rather empty for such a big crowd, but hey I am skipping the wait.
So with the greatest smile on my face and the perfect melody of happiness playing in my heart, I stand in front of the mirror. For a brief moment, I stare at myself intently, this is me, I this is the woman that Tyler says he loves. I don't know what he sees in this pale little blonde that is nothing, but whatever he does, I hope that it lasts forever.
Snapping back into my own reality, I take the deep cherry red lipstick that he loves so much to touch up my lips. But as I am busy there a rather attractive woman entering. She comes to stand next to me to do the same. I only but politely greet her.
"Hi, I love the color of your lipstick."
"Thank you. Hey, aren't you Tyler's wife?"
"Well, yeah, I am."
She looks at me with a rather evil in her eye.
Then everything goes black.