Page 33 of Rekindled

Ten

The sun in Aspen has always been a delightful sight, but I had to admit on this morning, it shone even brighter through the guest room window.

Last night felt unreal. How in one day, everything could start one way and end so unexpectedly? When I lounged in the vanilla leather seats of the private plane I chartered, I imagined being on an island at this hour, waking to the cries of seagulls and the ocean kissing the shoreline. Most definitely not in bed, naked, sated, and waking up beside my ex.

I peeled my eyes opened just as the sun was rising. Orange, yellow hues peeked past the mountains in the distance. I loved the cabin for this reason. Everything was always so scenic. The town was quiet, nothing like the hustle and bustle of New York. But the quietness and beauty that Aspen offered demanding nothing in return was such a treat.

Maven and I didn't really have time to pull the heavy curtains closed over the bay windows last night, and to be honest, that didn't bother me in the least. Rising with the sun has been my thing for a while now, even more so because I've been waking up alone. Curtains were the last thing on our minds last night, anyway. If it wasn't the bed or our bodies meeting with mutual effort, nothing else was important but she and I, just like old times. After we came into the room and came together in bed, we both fell asleep in each other's arms. She was the first to knock out. I know this because I watched her fall asleep, comfortable in my embrace. It was like time had paused since we'd been apart, because physically, we'd literally picked up where we left off at. I'd fallen asleep not long after, but I wouldn't rest for long. An hour later, she'd woke me.

Warmth covered me first, and then the up and down motions of wet softness followed. Without needing to open my eyes, I knew what was happening.

Eyes still closed, my hands found the top of Maven's head down beneath the covers, bobbing up and down on me, causing my neck to arch off my pillow. She always made sex an event when we dated. For three years, until the night we officially ended things, she offered a show like no other before her.

I pulled back the comforter to find her mouth full of me. The second our eyes met, she kept her sights on me. I pumped my hips up when she buried more of me into her mouth, not even stopping when the mushrooming head of my erection tapped the back of her throat. She enlisted her hands to jerk me off as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked. I grunted each time. And when I finally met my release, she relaxed her throat, maintained her rhythm, and swallowed me whole.

"I'm a fucking idiot," I whispered, straining every word I spoke into the air. I had to be an idiot to let a woman like this go.

She and I finished the night with her face flat against her pillow, switching between moaning and screaming expletives into the fabric as I served her all that I had left to give that night from the back. By the time we fell asleep again, the sky was turning a powdered blue, the bottom of the down comforter was off the bed, the fitted sheet on one end of the mattress laid bunched up beneath us, and my woman was back in my arms.

I stared up at the ceiling, deep in thought. Last night into the early morning hours was like returning home after being gone for so long. The feel of Maven everywhere around me, on my arms, around my dick. Her lips on me and mine on hers. It just seemed right. As if here is where home was.

"What's got you thinking so hard this morning?" I heard her ask beside me.

I peeked down at her. She laid there turned on her side facing me. Last night, I draped the white down comforter over her golden brown skin, covering the parts I wanted to see again this morning.

"You," I replied.

She pressed her fingertips to my chest, and I wrapped my hand around her tiny hand, lifting it to my lips to kiss.

"And what about me?"

I tucked my lips in my mouth, thinking of a way to say what was on my mind. I was the one who left after she expressed wanting more with me. A part of me worried that she would take me reconsidering our relationship to be selfish. I was doing it on my time instead of hers.

"Kai, are you regretting last night?"

"No," I answered immediately, turning to face her. "Absolutely not. In fact, I'm kicking myself for allowing us to go without nights like last night for an entire year."

A warm smile spread across her lips.

"I'm wondering," I added, caressing the side of her cheek with the back of my fingers, "how I can stay in this place with the woman I'm still in love with. But I'm also worried that things may have changed."

"Nothing has changed," she confessed. "I've never stopped loving you, Kai. As hard as I've tried, I can't."

She turned over onto her back to look up at the ceiling. "And the crazy thing is that I never saw your love coming. Before you, I convinced myself I didn’t want the love you eventually gave me, but when I finally got a taste of it, I realized it was something I never wanted to go without."

"And I'm sorry I made you have to choose to."

She turned to look at me.

"I'm grateful for last night." I brushed my hand down her face. "And if last night is all you're willing to give then I'll accept it but, honestly? I need more of it. I need more of you. I want my spot back with you."

A huge smile pulled at the corners of her mouth. As she parted her lips to speak, my stomach growled beneath the covers.

She tossed her head back and laughed, and I snorted in response.

"How about this," she suggested, lifting herself up from her recline and leaning her shoulders against the black leather headboard. "How about we freshen up and make breakfast for the house... and talk about all this out there on a full stomach?"

I took her hand and gave it another kiss. "Lets."

---