Rekindled

They behave as though time is a maid who comes to take away the tragedies and traumas from our past. In reality, though, she is the secretive secretary who keeps track of all the tragedy woven into our tales throughout the years.

She cheated. She confessed. It did not mean anything to her; it was simply a thing, and she liked to think that as long as he didn't know, it wouldn't hurt him.

Time heals, but time does not heal brokenness for she is no witch. She just covers the huge wounds our nightmares have left behind, leaving only angry scars to serve as constant reminders of our suffering.

He ended up comparing any girl he was ever with to her. He was never going to find her in any of them, was he? Because there will never be another her. Haunted by the longing to feel something real, deep, and magical, he searched for shared ecstasy… then he met Lianna.

There she was, across the crowded gathering. Intoxicating beauty, grace, and poise. Seemingly unaffected by the crowd and the noise. He watched her deflect suitors by the dozen, hovering about and stalking her like a coven. Uncommon beauty and a lively intelligence. A rare combination beneath such a lovely countenance.

She shifted her eyes slowly from the floor, up the wall, and into another pair of eyes that in a moment lock onto hers. His penetrating stare makes her heart thump with force, the heat from his gaze brings beads of sweat to her skin. Lingering in his hypnosis she has the urge to know him, to look deeper into the mystery of those seductive eyes and busk in the warmth behind them.

“I don’t know if anyone has ever told you this,” he begins. He doesn’t blush and his eyes don’t dart away. “You’re beautiful.”

She had been complimented on her appearance before, but never in his tone. This catches her off guard. It startles her so much that she blurts out, “I would say the same about you,” pause, “in case you didn’t know.”

Such an exquisite voice. Low and breathy, full of promise. The voice of seduction, eroticism, witticism, full of compassion. A voice that prompts thoughts of nights of wild abandon; of full moons above warm tropical rains; of long moonlit walks on the sands; of fine wines and candlelit dinners; of romantic destinations, nights filled with sighs. A woman whose conversation is an event. Intelligent, inventive, romantic and heaven-sent. Knowledgeable about so many subjects, with a voice that entrances sweet and direct. A woman’s maturity and a little girl’s innocence. Simple naivete and seductive temptress.

A slow grin spreads across his face. “Oh, trust me, I know.”

The energy undulates almost visibly between them. He is granted no sign of her attraction, no idea of the power he holds over her.

Teasing is cruel, but very necessary, for nothing evokes sweet satisfaction like a juicy bite of forbidden fruit, after lifetimes of starvation.

He stepped closer, the heat and scent of him reaching her. His eyelashes were long and lush, and his gaze was so penetrating. She could feel her knees going weak. He really was unfairly attractive.

“Sweetheart!”

Her breath catches in her throat. Sweetheart. She knows he’s being sarcastic, but the word echoes around inside her skull and makes her feel so terribly strange. Tingly. Oddly warm. Her heart picks up in pace and her skin burns like soft fire. A tiny voice in the back of her head craves to hear him say it again. He leans forward, officially leaving no space between them. They are so close that all it would take is for her to tilt her chin up just so for their lips to touch.

His hands graze her hips on either side, his eyes glued to her lips.

“Did you know,” she said, “they say the color of a lady’s lips is an exact match to another region on the body?”

“Never took you for someone so naughty.” His lips whisper across hers. It’s not quite a kiss, but it’s pretty damn close. She can feel his breath across his cheeks as he speaks, the tips of their noses bumping lightly against each other.

“Looks can be deceiving.”

“You smell amazing.” He spoke low. Her light fragrance brushed over his senses as softly as a veil made of tiny flower petals. How good she smelled, like the kind of expensive soap that comes wrapped in fancy paper. But there was no sharpness to this scent. And the way she smiled… he could literally feel the warmth of it, as if he were stepping from a shadow into sunlight.

“Listen! Do you hear it? A fast-beating heart with hot fluid? It’s at your presence that such is so. A gentle kiss would staunch the flow.” She licks her lips, watching him with an intense intrigue. They have drawn together like magnets. He really wants her. She really wants him.

She whispers, “we should really…”

“What?” He whispers just as soft.

“What, um…” she swallows, breathless.

He takes a deep breath, soaking in the warmth of her body. His blood is on fire, and his heart is about to leap out of his chest. He adores how her plump lips part in anticipation. She drives him wild. He just might break his own rules. Just for her.

His lips found hers and he kissed her softly and thoroughly. When she trembled in his arms, returning his kiss with passion and abandon, a rush of something sweet and innocent flooded his senses. He had kissed a dozen of women and none had ever affected him this way. None had made him question what was real.

Arousal teased him unmercifully. He sucked air. The brainless wonder in his pants thickened. Throbbed. An intractable ache.

He knows it’s too soon to do anything with her. He really likes her and he does not want to mess things up by moving too fast. But at the same time, he desperately wants her out of her clothes, splayed out in front of him, ready for him to have like a starving man at an open buffet.

She licked her lips in shameless hunger. Did he know how wet she was? How her breasts ached? How desperately she wanted him? She was burning. Liquid fire rushed through her veins, pooling between her legs. It was like he had plucked her deepest darkest fantasies from her mind and was making them all come true.

“Forgive me,” he said lightly, “but waiting to make love to you is straining my nerves.”

She scoffed but she was quite shaken. He could see it in her expression, in the way she nervously togged with the buttons on her pelisse.

“How awfully presumptuous of you to think I’ll let you.”

“You will,” he insisted soothingly. She gaped at him. “What about breakfast in bed?” Spoken low.

He left her then. She stared after him, a man larger than life who wanted her. Sex would be phenomenal with him. The image of his big naked body in bed stole all thought and left her breathless.

A soft knock rang through his room and the door opened to reveal her. She wore her sexuality with an older woman’s ease and not like an awkward purse, never knowing how to hold it, where to hung it or when to just put it down.

“Most women want coaching in one particular aspect of life.”

“What aspect?”

“Coitus. Also known as fornication, getting laid, screwing, banging or doing squat thrusts in the cucumber patch”

“I have another word,” he whispered. “We can try it tonight.”

His eyes were full of fire, staring directly into her soul. He could feel the tension in his own body, the effort of holding back, of not pulling her against him and taking this one chance, however unwise. All he knew was that whatever he had to owe to hell or heaven for this chance, he was going to make it count.

Her heart skipped over itself as she looked over at him. One side of his lips curved up. The dimple appeared.

“Keep looking at me like that and we’ll be stopped longer than a half hour,” he warned. His voice had deepened and it made a shock go through her, low in her belly. Her skin was prickled with goosebumps.

“Promise?” She cleared her voice, but her voice was husky when she spoke. She closed her eyes, feeling her nipples throb. Oh, God! He’d barely touched her.

“You greatly overestimate my self-control.”

 “I’m not looking for self-control.” A blush pinked her cheeks, but she did not look away. She held his gaze as her sundress fell to her toes. She was standing there in nothing but a bra, panties and heels. The yellow lace barely covered her nipples and the thong accentuated her perfect ass. “I just don’t want to hold back anymore.” Her voice was soft and low. It weaved through his senses and hit him hard in the gut. Heat scored through his insides on a direct path to his loins.

She was wild, unpredictable, beautiful and dangerous. Impossible to resist. There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable.

Standing inches away from him, she felt time slow down. Awareness muzzled. Arousal stirred. Impressions surfaced. He seemed to wrap around her, shift into her and embrace her without touching, in a mystifying oneness. He introduced her to him slowly. A hard man showing his soft side. A slight shift of his shoulders and he grasped her hips. She was a small woman. Delicately boned. Their thighs brushed as their bodies became acquainted.

Heated tongues met in the midst of hot and quickening breath and greedily they drank the wine of their lusts. Then intoxicated with those spirits, their clothes or what was left of the same, found resting place on the floor. Piece by piece until there was no hiding places for the glistening and wanting bodies. Hunger revealed in that hot moment.

His hands dropped down to her thighs. She moaned as he touched her pussy, sliding a finger inside of her while thumbing her clit. God she was tight.

“That feels so good.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet. Sit down.” He whispered.

When she did, he pulled her to the edge of the mattress and lifted both her legs, placing her thighs on his shoulders. Then he dipped his head and read her open with his tongue. She experienced nothing but pleasure as he made her body sing. The moment he buried his face between her legs, it was clear there was nothing in the world he would rather be doing than this.

He licked her sweet clit as she came alive under his mouth. Her body trembled. She gasped. She clutched his hair. He touched her bud and stroked her. It felt amazing and she wanted him to lick her forever. He kissed her in between her thighs. Sweet heat. He licked her pussy and her breath quickened. Her moans came rapidly. She clutched the sheets, writhing against his tongue. She looked down at him, he who was settled between her legs lapping at her as if she were his oasis in the middle of the fields.

Fuck!

He knew she would taste good, but this was better than good. He stroked her with his tongue, dragging slow, firm licks, from her clit on down and then back up again. He tasted and licked, breathing her in as he took his sweet, deliberate time. She lifted her hips, grinding against his mouth as he continued to lap at her.

Her cries filled the room, hesitant as they were.

His hands gripped her hips harder as her body sought to move against him, keeping her pinned helplessly to the mattress at the exact spot he wanted her as he wedged his tongue inside her, driving in and out. Her legs moved restlessly against his shoulder, as if she didn’t know what to do with herself. She whined in delicious agony as he traced the shape of her clit with the achingly soft flat of his tongue, dancing around the direct contact her body was screaming for. She could hear the sharp keening sounds she was making as if from a distance. But he would not be rushed by her desperation as he kissed and lapped and tasted.

He tried to make out what she was saying between her breathy pants and realized it was his name. She was calling his name over and over again.

“Alex!” She tangled her fingers in is dreads and tugged, moaning. She was going to pieces. She was out of her head with need. “Please!”

He had never heard anything sexier in his entire life. It drove him to keep going.

At last, his tongue was right there, licking her senseless as his lips closed around her clit. He sucked gently, then with great pressure and the room, the bed beneath them fell away. The world collapsed down to a pinprick, nothing existing anymore outside of Alex and the exquisite, cresting pleasure.

“Oh, God!” She moaned, bucking against his mouth. She was outside of herself, outside of reason. ”Please!”

Her thighs trembled. She closed her eyes and let go. The intensity pulsed through her as her body shook and ecstasy took over. She came against his tongue but instead of stopping, he ramped up the intensity, closing his mouth over her clit and sucking until she came again and again and again.

Her body was limp by the time he lifted her legs and set them back on the bed.