Taina's bedroom was feminine and attractive. She went to a CD player on a corner table and put on soft soothing music. The sun had all but disappeared now outside the windows and she turned on one light while pulling down the shades. She unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor before taking a seat on the bed in her panties and blouse having kicked off her sandals. Gray removed his shirt over his head and unbuckled his shorts, pulling them down and off, taking his sneakers with them.
The moment was obviously overwhelming for both of them and Gray stood nervously in front of her in just his skivvies. Taina reached her hand out and took his, pulling him toward her. He sat with a plop next to her on the bed and she leaned in and kissed him. Soon, his hand was on her breasts over the blouse and she unbuttoned it and let it fall open as her breathing began to hitch. She pushed him onto the mattress, removed her blouse and her bra, and then her panties, before straddling him
Gray reached up and felt her exposed breasts, rubbing his finger across her nipples. She leaned forward and kissed him. She liked the way he looked at her – with satisfaction, want, desire, contentment, and amazement. They kissed some more and Taina allowed herself to be carried away, her fantasy turning into reality before her very eyes.
"I want you," She heard Gray tell her. "You are perfect for me."
She was aroused now and soon she was rocking atop him, getting into a rhythm while pulling his underwear down his thighs and freeing him for her use.
"Let's take it slow," Gray suggested.
She kissed him again and rode him until he was flipping her over and using his member to push her around on the mattress in what turned out to be some meaningful and much needed physical sex but she knew it was more than that as he made love to her twenty years after she was certain love had died for her. That's why she burst out in tears after she had climaxed and she sobbed in his arms well into the night as he patiently held her and cuddled her and reassured her that it was going to be okay.
"We killed Craig Roberts," Gray told her. "And now we won't speak of it again."
"I still want to visit his grave," Taina wailed.
"We will," he assured her.
"Thank you," she sobbed, clutching him as if he was a life preserver and she was adrift in a sea of despair.
"I'm glad we finally met," he said.
"Me too," She sighed happily. "I really do think it was meant to be."
She made him pancakes in the morning and he drove her to work because her car was still there and they made plans to see each other again that night.