Present Perfect(101)

“NOAH!” I screamed as wave after wave of sensation had my body convulsing. He pulled back slightly and I could feel the puff of air against the area as he chuckled.

His lips traveled up my body, slowly, finally landing on my lips. Looking down at me, he said, “You’re my favorite taste in the world.”

“You didn’t get those moves from Wal-Mart,” I said, my breaths coming out heavy as if I had run a ten mile race.

“I had to up my game for my number one girl.” The look in Noah’s eyes was heart stopping. It was the perfect combination of hunger and love.

He climbed off the bed and quickly stepped out of his jeans and boxers. My breath hitched when I first saw him. I had never seen completely naked Noah before. His body was as perfect as his heart and I was mesmerized. Sucking in my bottom lip, my eyes ran up and down his body.

Noah caught me staring and asked, “What are you looking at, Tweet?”

“What?” I looked up and saw the biggest sexiest grin I had ever seen. The blush ran across my cheeks and I shifted my gaze away from him.

Crawling back on top of me, he said, “I like looking at you too… and undressing you… and kissing you… and running my tongue all over you, tasting you.”

Turning my head to the side, I closed my eyes, enjoying his words and how he felt between my legs.

His warm breath drifted over my neck. “Tweet, look at me.” I opened my eyes gazing up at him. “I need to see you, hear you, and feel you, so I know this is real, and I don’t have to pretend anymore.”

I swallowed a big gulp of air. The other guys I had been with, we never made eye contact. I kept my eyes closed when we had sex, because I always pictured Noah. Looking at each other seemed too intimate to share with anyone, but him.

His hips began to rock as he slid into me, slow and gentle at first then faster and faster, always holding eye contact. “You feel incredible, baby. We fit perfectly,” he panted against my lips.

“I love you so much, Noah.”

We came together. It was the longest and most powerful climax I had ever experienced. By the look on Noah’s face, it was the same for him. We laid there, still, our foreheads resting against each other, trying to calm our breathing. All of a sudden a wave of sadness crashed over me and tears started running down the side of my face. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about.” He kissed my tears. “Don’t cry, Tweet.”

“I wasted so much time and hurt you.”

“Nothing has ever been a waste when it comes to you. Not my time, my thoughts, or my heart. I don’t regret anything about my life with you, even the times we were apart. Those times showed me how much I belonged to you. I knew we would be together one day. I just had to be patient and wait. And you were so worth waiting for.”

Noah and I were a perfect fit. In fact, we managed to fit together three more times before leaving the bed. My life was perfect. I still had cancer and a few more chemo treatments, but life was beautiful. By my side, I had the love of my life, my soul mate, my hero and what could be more perfect than that.





“I love your hair like that.”

“It’s just piled on top of my head and pinned. It’s a mess.”

“I like you all messy,” he said, as his lips skimmed up and down the side of my neck.

It took some convincing, but I finally talked Noah into taking a bubble bath with me. He was all onboard with getting naked in the water with me. It was the bubble part that he wasn’t sure about, but he did it for me. My tub was a fairly large one, so he was able to stretch out in it. I was on his lap, facing him. Bubbles were splashing against us.

We were eating the chocolate cake. I had just given him a forkful with lots of frosting. I noticed a little bit still on his lips. I leaned in and sucked his bottom lip into my mouth. “This is the best way to eat cake,” I said as I continued to devour his lips. A deep moan escaped him. I could feel him getting hard underneath me. He brought his hands up to my cheeks and pulled his lips away.

“Is everything alright?” I asked.

“I’m with the woman who I love and adore, who also happens to be hot as hell. There’s nakedness and cake involved. What could be better?” He paused for a few seconds. “You never got a chance to answer the question I asked earlier about what changed.”

“My perceptions. I’ve wasted a lot of my present holding on to past perceptions and trying to second guess the future, so it wouldn’t catch me off guard. It’s like I grew up, but my perception of myself and other people never changed. I always felt everyone else was better than me, that they had all the answers, but wouldn’t share them with me. Then I got sick and met a friend who shared his answers. The only thing perfect is our present because we’re breathing, moving, loving, feeling. And we’re able to let the people in our lives know how much they mean to us.”

“Every time I’m around you, you touch my soul. I didn’t think I could love you more, but when I found out you were…” He swallowed hard. I saw a tear trickle down his face. I raised my hand and touched his cheek, wiping away his tears.

“Noah…” My voice was shaky and tears began to pool in my eyes. “I don’t want another day to go by and you not know how much I love you. I’ve wasted my life up to this point not letting you know that I’ve loved you ever since March 23, 1990. I don’t know what the future holds, but I’ll never stop loving you. I don’t know how.”