Page 24 of The River in Spring
He resumes the play, sliding a finger under the strip of fabric between my cheeks. It’s pulled back and he plays.
In a low slow tone, he says, “Your lack of remorse calls for further action. These need to come off.”
“If you’re forcing me.”
“And this bra too,” he says, unhooking it like a boss.
I stand and with maddening slowness drop the bra and peel off the thong. I let him have a good long look. Then I lick the tip of my middle finger and place it on my button. Small circles around and around. As I’m pleasuring myself I’m pleading my imaginary case.
“I’ve reconsidered my actions of the stated crime. I am really remorseful,” I say, never lifting my finger from my clit. It is getting hard not to react to the pleasure. Lady boner.
His jaw clenches. “Come here.” He spreads his legs for me to stand between them in my nakedness.
“Your apology comes too late. Now you have to suffer the consequence.”
But no slap meets skin. Instead, he presses his mouth to my pussy. Hands wrap around my ass and rub the spot that previously felt the sting.
Then I feel my cheeks part and a finger run up and down to my lips. God. His mouth.
The play continues until I feel the wetness of desire. He dips a finger in the slick juices then licks it off. With one quick movement he picks me up and places me on the bed.
“Show me.”
I scoot back against the headboard and pillows and spread my legs. His face transforms.
My fingers part my lips and I squeeze my clit from its hiding place. When it pops out Nobel’s breathing changes. His chest rises and falls. He takes ahold of his cock. Stroking it with a steady beat, eyes on my pussy. Lips part and the muscle in his jaw tightens.
As for me, my little pussy is on fire. Already, I am hooked on his sweet man honey. It is my new drug. Not one that will end up taking from me, but one that only knows how to give. The charge I get is thrilling. And it’s not just my pussy that reaches the conclusion. It is my heart and mind that arrives at the same time.
With open arms, I look into his expressive eyes. “Come touch me.”
Climbing onto the bed he takes me in an embrace. For a moment there is just a look. It speaks of feelings that want to be voiced. Then a hand reaches under my hair and settles on my neck. He takes the kiss. It is gentle at first. But it pushes over the last barrier. We feed on each other’s mouth, necks. Ears. Shoulders. My nipples harden with the nearness of his touch. There is no stopping our aim to know each other’s body. The feel of his skin, the hardness of his biceps. The roundness of his ass.
I want him closer still. I climb on top and rest myself on his rock hard cock. His hands taking either side of my waist. His hips lifting, feeling the sensation of pussy rubbing back and forth against him in a slow and steady rhythm. There’s this sound he makes like a dragon puffing his exhale. My pussy lips surround the shaft. Strong hands feel the shape of me, the sensation of my breasts, the softness of my hands. His eyes close and he leans hard against the pillow taking it all.
When I rise he lifts his cock against my lips, parting them for entry. Taking it slow, I settle onto the rock hardness. Inch by inch, taking the impressive size of him.
“Oh...” Passion grabs the rest of the sentence and throws it against the wall.
But his eyes. They make the stars look dull. They hold me in their gaze and speak of greater truths. I swear he feels it too. In this moment we are one. Movement, breath, heartstrings. The heat builds. And now a beat I haven’t known before. It’s not just physical. It’s the rhythm of two hearts beating as one.
I start to come first. My fingers tightly laced with his. He takes my passion and makes it his own. And as the feeling in him rises to join mine, we soar beyond earthly bounds. And here we are in heaven.
7
Nobel
Only another couple of miles. I reposition the bouquet resting on the passenger seat, so the blossoms won’t be smashed against the leather. This is the first time I’m bringing her flowers. And the first I have understood the meaning and beauty of the gift. The Beast is offering the most delicate of gifts for his Beauty.
It would not have been right to bring anything other than her favorite pink peonies. Dove needs to know I listen. My father taught me years ago how important it is in a relationship. I was about twenty-five. It was at my parents’ anniversary party and he and I were having cigars and whiskey late into the night. I asked what the secret to his good marriage was. I remember the sureness he spoke with.
He leaned in and said, ‘Son, right from the start I listened every time your mother told me something about herself. I paid attention to the little gems she dropped because that’s how two people get close.”
He took a drag from the Havana.
“That’s it?” I asked.
“You need to know each other as you are. You want a woman to fall in love with the real man. Warts and all. And you want to love the woman she most genuinely is in return, because that is the happy one.”
