“You are so beautiful,” he said, in a low voice. I smiled and reached out to play with his hair. He kissed my hand and my wrist, while his other hand ran over my body, across innocuous places like my stomach and waist, avoiding the more intimate areas, which only made me want him to touch them more. Breath rushed through my throat and heat rippled out over my body. I leaned forward and fell into a kiss with him again, soft and tender, loving and affectionate, with a hint of the raw passion that burned inside both of us.
His strong arms wrapped around my waist, creating a vice and I slipped off the seat of the chair. Suddenly, I felt the world moving, as he rose, taking me with him. My feet left the floor and I clung to him, but I was safe in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his body and continued kissing him. He was so strong, he showed no sign of strain as he carried me to the bedroom, pausing for a moment to press me against a wall and ravish me. He reached up and pulled away my hair clips, letting it flow down in tresses. It cascaded into my face, and he had to brush it away from my lips, so it didn’t interfere with our kisses. It was a moment of humor that quickly faded, as we both knew what we were thinking, what we wanted.
Soon enough we were in my room and he laid me down on the bed, the very same bed where I had fantasized about him. The mattress creaked under our weight and we reveled in our kisses. His body was on top of mine, hard and heavy. I ran my hands along his back and over his biceps, the feeling of his muscles arousing me instantly. His hand grabbed my waist and squeezed, then moved down my thigh, lifting my leg up. My dress slipped up, over my flesh and, suddenly, his hand was on my bare leg, rising up, traversing the landscape of my skin, until he felt the burning of my inner thigh. I groaned and arched my head back, as his lips moved from my mouth to my neck, leaving a trail of kisses all the way down to my collar bone.
I frantically clawed at his shirt and pawed at the buttons, fumbling at them in my haste. He smirked and rose up, kneeling over me. My chest heaved, and I lay there with my arms at my sides, my gaze fixed on him. One by one the buttons came undone and the shirt slipped away, revealing his muscular body. Hair rippled over his chest and thinned into a narrow line that pointed to his pants. I lifted my hand and felt his body, pulling myself up, as I wanted to taste him and touch him. I wrapped myself around him like a vine and kissed his masculine flesh, as he caressed my back and ran his hands through my hair. He pulled my shoulder straps away and my dress fell down my body, my flesh was exposed. He wasted no time in kissing me again, while he unclasped my bra and flung it away. He pressed into the small of my back, making me arch away from him, and he buried himself in my breasts. My nipples hardened and a fervent moan escaped my mouth. I had reached the point of no return now, and it was glorious.
We undressed each other and soon took delight in exploring the new terrain of each other’s bodies. I licked my lips, as I saw the size of his manhood, and curled my fingers around him, feeling all the hard tension coiling in his body. He placed his hands on my delicate skin, and dragged them down, until he hit the hot wetness that made me moan so ardently. I felt myself tremble and shudder, as his fingers slipped inside my heat, curling back and forth, reaching deep inside me. I tried to stroke and pleasure him at the same tempo as he was pleasuring me, but he teased and tormented me by changing the rhythm and bringing me to the brink of pleasure, before letting it fade, fanning the flames of pleasure inside me.
His grunts and moans were hot and heavy in my ear. His kisses were quick and deep. His body was so sexy and every inch of me wanted him. I bit my lower lip and felt my skin prickle with sweat as we came closer to each other, then I felt him roll over me and all of a sudden my entire world was him. He looked down and felt his way inside me. I winced at the pain. It had been so long and I had always been a petite girl, but the pain blurred with pleasure, creating an exquisite cocktail that touched me deep inside. My nails dug into his skin as he began thrusting deeply, rocking his hips slowly at first, to ease my body into the motion, to help me get used to him, before he was seized by animalistic passion and he started to get harder and stronger, and I actually felt him bite me.
I’d never been made love to with such fierce abandon before and my mind was awhirl. Pleasure attacked me from every part of my body and I had no defense against it. Small explosions thundered all over me and I grabbed the back of his neck tightly, holding onto him for dear life, as my mind cracked and my body pulsed with a deep, soulful pleasure. Our breaths mingled and tongues danced, and our bodies were intimately connected. His hands were all over me, he was deep inside me, hitting parts of me I never even knew I had. It was like I was a virgin again, experimenting for the first time, being shown the ways of love and having my body transformed into a vessel of erotic pleasure.
A smile played upon my lips, as I felt myself surrendering to the rush of delight. It started in the deepest part of my body and then thrummed through me, like a secret heavenly chord played on an angel’s harp. Dalton’s hands were in my hair, pulling on me, making pain blur with pleasure and I knew I was completely at his mercy. I moaned his name and he moaned mine, and we were just two lovers caught in the paralyzing haze of orgasmic delight. I felt his muscles tense and I knew that he was going to release himself. I urged him and begged him, and needed him to take me t
o heaven, and then, all of a sudden it came, in one warm blissful explosion that shook my body and the bed, and all the world around us.
My hands fell limp by my sides. My body felt weak, as though I was melting into the bed. My skin was flushed and as he pulled himself away from me, I lay back wondering how I had never felt this kind of pleasure before. I placed my hand on my chest to feel the hammering of my heart, wondering if my body knew what had hit it. Dalton murmured his satisfaction and held my hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss it softly.
“That was something else,” I whispered. Dalton merely smirked and kissed me again. This time his sweet taste was mixed with the bitterness of his sweat, but I didn’t mind. He was so beautiful, and I was enraptured by the essence of his body. He had opened something inside me that I thought had been lost for eternity. I was in awe of his ability to make me feel this kind of pleasure again and I knew that not every man would have been able to do so. The void inside me had been filled, and for the first time in a long time, I felt as though I was truly able to let go of the past.
Chapter Seven
I remember seeing the sensual moon hanging outside like a lantern before I fell asleep. Dalton and I talked for a while longer, whispering, as we traced our fingers along each other’s bodies in the afterglow of love. Somehow, I wasn’t self-conscious with him and stayed above the sheets, offering him the intimacy of my naked body, outside of the thrill of sex. A flutter of delight passed through my body every time he dragged his fingers across my flesh and my appetite was such that I could well have gone for another session, for I had a lot of catching up to do. I didn’t want to become greedy though, so I, instead, enjoyed the feeling of being close with him, of kissing him softly and sharing the kinds of secrets that were only shared by lovers, as the night dwindled outside.
Dalton wrapped his arms around me and there was a moment when I was so overwhelmed with emotion that I almost wept, for there had been a point when I didn’t think I would ever be able to give myself to someone like this again. But Dalton had proved me wrong. He had come from nowhere and changed the way I looked at the world. He wasn’t the typical man I would have gone out with, but he had qualities I found very attractive. He was good-humored, quick-witted, and he was a good listener.
Before we’d fallen asleep I had told him that I liked how he listened to me.
“I never feel as though I’m boring you, or that it’s a hassle to listen to me,” I said.
“Is that how you felt like with your last boyfriend?”
My gaze turned away from him, as thoughts of Andy invaded my mind. It didn’t seem right that he should come into this place of intimacy, intruding on the warm ambience that Dalton and I had created. I placed my hand on Dalton’s arm and moved even closer to him, not wanting anything to get between us.
“A lot of the time, yes. He never made me feel as though I was special. Sometimes he scoffed when I had something funny to say, or I’d tell him a story and he’d look blankly into the distance, with something else on his mind. I never felt as though I was a priority for him.”
“I’m sorry you had to go through that. I don’t mean to be rude, but why did you stay with him for so long if you weren’t happy?” he asked. It was a pertinent question, and one I had asked myself countless times. I still wasn’t sure if I knew the answer.
“I suppose, at the time, I didn’t realize I was unhappy, or if I did then I didn’t think I was going to be able to be happy anywhere else. I guess it’s the usual thing; when you’re in a situation, it’s hard to look outside of it. I hoped at some point, that it would get better or that he would change, I guess I was living in denial for a long time. I’d always been told that with relationships you needed to work at them to be happy; that they weren’t always going to be easy, so that’s what I tried to do. It wasn’t until it was too late, that I realized that working at a relationship is different, to dragging yourself through torment. I should have ended it a long time before.”
“I’m amazed he didn’t, if he was unhappy.”
“That’s the funny thing about Andy; he was always happiest in his misery, and he liked to make me miserable too. I think he liked having someone he could dominate and feel superior too. He was always so patronizing and he was probably afraid that he wouldn’t be able to find anyone as easy to control as me. I felt stupid for it, but I wanted to strike out against my parents. Andy was everything my parents weren’t; he was reliable, he was ambitious, he had a job in the city and at parties he was sociable and charming. It was just in the shadows at home when he let his darkest side out…”
“I know what you mean about relationships being work, but it has to be both people working together for the same goal. That’s the part people tend to leave out.” He wrapped his arms around my body and held my tightly. I felt so safe and secure with him, in a way I never had with Andy. “I’m sorry that it happened to you. I wish I could have been around to make some kind of difference.”
“From the sound of it, you had your hands full with your own thing. And I’m not sure I would have been receptive to anyone’s outside help, but I appreciate the sentiment.”
I’d never had anyone stand up for me before and the thought of it was thrilling. My parents had been devout pacifists and had always taught me to concede when faced with confrontation, which explained why I was always so deferential to Andy and why I tended to gravitate towards strong personalities like Jennifer’s. I was envious of the easy confidence Dalton possessed and found myself wondering what would have happened had he and Andy encountered each other. Would I have been brave enough to realize that Dalton was a better match for me, or would I still have been thinking about everything Andy could offer and how I was attracted to the life that was so different to the one I had with my parents?
I went to sleep thinking about these things, resting against Dalton’s body. The steady sound of his breathing lulled me into a tranquil state of mind and the intense lovemaking we’d enjoyed had left my body exhausted with delirium.
*
I slept soundly and my dreams were happy ones, but in the small hours of the morning I found myself awake and stretched my arm out, expecting to find Dalton laying there. However, the bed was empty. The first thought in my paranoid mind was that this had all been some game, with the intended goal of bedding me and then leaving like a cliché, but I dismissed that thought. Dalton wasn’t like that, and if he’d wanted to leave he had had plenty of chances before. I assumed he had gone to the bathroom and it was probably the motion of him leaving that awakened me. I sighed happily, as I stretched out some of the kinks and aches in my body, and breathed in the lingering smell of his masculinity. I ran my hands down my naked body and wondered if he would be ready for another session of passion.
I wiped the sleep from my eyes and gazed towards the door, waiting for him to return. I didn’t hear any running water though, and there was no shaft of light pouring in around the door. I crawled over the bed when I heard the sound of a murmuring voice coming from the hallway. I was puzzled as to who Dalton could have been speaking to at this time of night, especially when he was sharing a bed with me.