“It happens I have some time on my hands just now”

“Lets start… right here”

Her lips touched mine with a kind of restrained urgency that shot shock waves of hot need through my system. Even has my heart leapt, she changed the tone, gentled it until that raging beat went slow and thick.

I floated back on the memory of what was coming between us, the previous moments of how I branded her soul with mine. The fire and the sinew of it. And forward again, to what was now. A kind of wonder and depth.

Helpless to resist either, hungry for the familiar and the new, I wrapped myself around her.

Her body was familiar like what I had imagined; the dreams really handn't changed it. Long, silky at the shoulders, lean at the hips. The play of muscles under my hands, so much the same. The good solid slim soft weight of her, the shape of her mouth, her hands, so much the same.

How I’d missed this knowing of another. And the rush of love through the pleasure of being known. Yet even as I slid into a rhythm, she eased back and just looked at me.

“What? What is it?”

“I want to look at you” She took her time about it, skimming the backs of her fingers over my exposed skin. And, never taking her eyes off of mine. “I want you to look at me. Who you were, who we are. Not so far apart, really” Still watching my face, she trailed her fingers over my breasts. “But just far enough to be interesting, don’t you think?”

“You want me to think?” I quivered as those lazy fingers brushed my nipples.

“You’re always thinking” She drew me up, and nipped the delicate skin along the curve of my neck. “Such a busy mind. Just one more thing that appeals to me”

As her hands stroked my back, I linked my arms around her neck. “You’re awfully chatty, Jess”

“Just gives you one more to think about doesn’t it?” Then walked her fingers over my shoulders and ran them down the length of my arms.

Her lips touched mine, retreated, touched and retreated until my arms locked around her and with a catch of breath my mouth fused to hers.

I wanted that – that quick flash of need. For her. Because no, she didn’t want me to think, but only to feel what we could bring to each other. Here and now. Her fingers tangled in my hair, then her hands fisted there, drawing my head back so that she could plunder her mouth, my throat. So that she could, for a moment, release the restless animal that prowled inside her.

She could have devoured me in one reckless bite. But that was too fast, that was too easy. Instead she let the heat rage and torment us both.

She feasted on me, then sampled. Her hands rushed over me, then slowed and lingered. When I trembled, so did she.

Her body had always been the purest of pleasures to me. Not the shape and texture, but the eagerness to enjoy, its openness to the adventure of sex. The thunder of my heart under her lips aroused her as much as my ripe breasts.

All the lovely smooth skin that shivered under the pass of her tongue, the scrape of her teeth, was only more of a thrill when the woman in me urged her to take more.

Her hands rushed over me, tugging and dancing along my skin. And the throaty purr of approval as her nails scraped my flesh had my blood burning so she had to fight a vicious war not to hurry.

But she wasn’t going to gulp when she could sip.

Where had this patience come from when she was urgent before? She was going to drive me mad with it. How could her mouth be so fevered and her hands so exquisitely controlled? Her muscles quivered under my hands, and I knew her, oh, I knew her well enough to exploit her wants and weaknesses. Yet even as she met my demands, even as she pushed me trembling to the edge, she held back and left me quaking.

“For God’s sake, Jessie”

“You’re not crazy enough yet” Her breath tore out of her lungs, but she pinned my arms down and continued to fuel the flames with her mouth. “Neither am I”

There was so much of her, and I needed it all. The sumptuous body, the questing mind, and that part of her heart I’d lost through senselessness. I needed more than desire and heat.

She released my hands to embrace me, to hold me tight, tight as we rolled over the floor.

Her skin was slick with sweat, and I was hot and wet and ready.

She only had to cup me to fling me over the edge. I sobbed out her name as my body erupted. And I knew I had given her something I hadn’t known she craved.

My surrender.

“Chrissy” She said my name over and over as her lips rushed over my face. When her eyes, so dark and heavy, opened and looked into mine, I slid silkily inside of her touches. Impossibly moved, she linked her fingers in my hair and gripped tight and gave herself to the pleasure.

Accepting her fluid touches, I arched to her, then lifting her lips she found my heated desire and joined it. The sweetness of it brought an ache to my throat as pleasure built on top of pleasure. We matched; beat for beat, when sweetness became desperation.

“I want to touch you. I want to feel your hands under my hands. Like this”

She skimmed them up my sides, then down. My stomach quivered when she removed my jeans. “No, keep your eyes open” She leaned forward, caught my chin in her teeth. A brief nip and that shot of ache down the center of my body. “I’m out of practice Jess”

“Well, since you’re out of practice, I’ll just guide you through but just to remind you my sweet, you weren’t all bad a bit ago. And, I want you looking at me when I touch you”

Look straight ahead she’d said to me, and steadied me. The rocking embers inside of my body were on fire and I just wanted to attack and feed on the need to touch and feel.

“I want to look at you” I said to her. And her knuckles grazed against me. My low moan echoed like thunder in her ears.

It’d been so long since anyone wanted me. Since anyone had made me want. I wanted to tense and tease, go rigid at the thought of her touching me, but my body was already yearning.

“Slide out” she murmured when my jeans pooled at my feet. As I blinked, opened my mouth to speak, she simply covered my lips with hers. Gentle and warm, somehow reassuring even as the edge of something reckless shimmered in the edges.

Then her warm arms were around me, sliding and skimming over my back once more, in a sort of seductive waltz of two lovers on a dance floor.

“Jessie, I’ve got nothing in me”

“Then why are you trembling?” She tugged the band from my hair, and I heard the quick catch in my breath. Her eyes stayed on mine, and I watched the irises darken as she combed her spread fingers through my hair and unwound me like a neatly woven braid.

“Why aren’t you stopping me?”

“I…” My knees were going weak. I’d forgotten touches of lust and love could be such a lovely sensation. Surrender wasn’t always weakness. “I’m thinking about it”

She smiled then, a last slide of amusement with power at the edges. “You just keep right on thinking, and I’ll just keep on taking advantage”

Now she was touching me as I hadn’t been touched before and was driving me passed the brink of craziness and I screamed out her name and begged her to take me.

“Not yet. Have patience. Patience is a virtue” Nerves chased after the heat that rose to my skin.

“Jessie”

“I want to take you into the light” I was already hers. No barrier of doubt would stop her.

“So I can see you when you’re under me, when I’m inside you”

At the door of her bedroom she guided me into her room. “There are all manners of things I’ve imagined doing to you in this bed. Let me”

The sun streamed rich and gold with the evening. It washed over the bed, over her face as she laid me down. The mattress gave under our weight, and she linked fingers with mine. Restraint and unity. And watching her, always watching her, her mouth took mine.

Slowly at first, and sweetly, until my hands relaxed under hers, until her lips softened, parted, invited. I felt her heartbeat begin to slow, begin to thicken. And as I opened for her, she changed the texture and set to ravage.

The sudden demand stabbed into me, shocking the senses, scraping my nerves. I arched as heat balled into my belly, and a groan strangled in my throat. She aroused to my shudders with her mouth.

She didn’t want me to anticipate. Wanted all of my senses stunned and my mind empty of all but pleasure.. I wanted to think of her, only her. And I knew she would see to it. Where I was steeped in her, finally, she would have me.

Her body was slender, the muscles surprisingly firm. Almost tough, with delicate skin a delightful contrast. I indulged myself in the taste of it once again, while part of her calculated how to exploit my nerves and destroy every barrier.

She dragged me up, hands rough, grip near to bruising, ripping another gasp from me as my head fell back, as my hair tumbled. Then using her fingertips to nudge she enticingly circled my nipples.

“Is it coming back to you yet?”

My head was so heavy, my skin so hot “What?”

“Good”

But when I reached for her, she pressed my hands flat on the bed, sliding them back until my elbows locked. “I want to take you this time. Take you until you can’t take anymore. Then you’ll let go, and you’ll give. Everything”

Her mouth all but savaged mine, ripping down to my gut with one jagged and panicked thrill.

I wanted to resist, pushing her back before she dragged me over a line I'd sworn never to cross again. But then her mouth was on mine again, the scrape of teeth, the flick of the tongue whipping hot points of pleasure into me. My back arched, willfull invitation, and my hips began to rock.

Little cries and whimpers, I couldn’t bite them back. My arms trembled from the strain even as my body gloried in it. Something frantic was clawing inside me, fighting to break free.

A hard, fast orgasm, shocked my eyes wide, left me stunned and embarrassed. Then she was pulling me against her, wrapping me close.

“Let go”

She rolled me back on the bed, with her breath ragged. My eyes were blurred now, my breath as ragged as hers. And when I reached for her, she slid into my arms.

Her mouth was urgent, her hands impatient as they molded and pressed and stroked. I dragged at her body, desperate now that nerves had been swallowed by needs. Then she sent me flying as she yanked up my hips and used her mouth on me.

My hands locked around the rungs of her bed, as she’d once imagined. My head whipped to the side as sensations, dark delights, swamped me. Her taste, her scent flooded my senses, swelled them until there was nothing else. My breath sobbed out an instant before my long, mindless cry of release.

Even as my hands went limp, she locked around them, her body rocking against mine. Her heart was pounding, a rage of blood. The last lights of the day and the dying breeze of evening brushed over my face. My hair a wild mass over the pillows, my cheeks flushed.

She would remember this, always. And so, would I, as she promised.

“Open your eyes. Chrissy, look at me” When my lids fluttered up, she clung to the last link of control, bent her head, kissed me, long, deep. “Say my name”

The pressure had built again, the terrible, glorious heat of it. “Jessie”

“Say it again”

My fingers flexed under hers. I wanted to weep. Or scream. “Jessie”

“Again” and she plunged into me.

My mind went brilliant. I moved with her, matching each slow, smooth stroke of her hand. Absorbing her, feeding on each individual sensation until we became one glorious feast.

Jessie, hot and breathless, swarming inside me, the weight of her solid, strong. The spread soft and smooth on my back, the iron of the bed slick against my hands. And the last rays of light, going gray with dusk.

When the rhythm quickened, I was ready, I was eager, and enraptured by the way of her eyes, the stunning green of them, remained fixed on mine.

“Stay with me” I was lost in her now. Drowning. My heart beat brutally against hers as she buried her face in me.

I arched against her, letting needs, fantasies, and passions have their way.

And with our hands still gripped, we let go…

Here and now were all that mattered.

What was outside was removed. She was real, and vital, and important. The rest of the world could wait.

Candle light flickered, gutted, and went out.