Page 31 of Judas

Chapter eighteen

"Ican't explain how I feel except that you connect with my entire being, Eliza. I have been on this earth for two millennia and have never felt my soul resonate like it does with you," Judas rose on his knees to meet her face. "The very sensation of your skin on mine is holy."

Eliza's tears flowed like waves down her chin. She had no way of knowing if he really meant the words he said, but they felt real in her heart. She couldn't deny that from the minute she shook his hand in her father's office weeks ago, she felt the fire between them when they were close and the pain of distance when they weren't. But she never thought she could say what she needed.

"Myahavah…please talk to me. I can't stand to see you cry," kissing her cheek, Judas wiped her tears with his gentle hands.

"I love you, too."

Her voice came as a soft breeze in his ears, but her words were strong as stone. Joy burst from every pore of Judas' body as his mouth collided with hers and they devoured each other. Eliza drove her hands under his loose-fitting pants, pulling them tothe floor. Following her lead, Judas stripped her of the borrowed clothing until she was once again naked in his hands.

Eliza gently tugged her lover toward her but he shook his head.

"No. I want you above me. I want to watch you own me like you deserve," rolling under her, Judas slid his throbbing erection into her flooded entrance. No hesitating. No delay. She groaned in delight as his length filled her, sliding into place like a missing piece of her finally where it belonged.

Rocking back and forth, she planted her palms firmly on his chest. His hard body writhed in sync with each motion of her hips. Her full breasts heaved with every thrust and Judas reached out to hold them.

Eliza felt like a goddess atop her mountainous conquest and with every stroke her core made on his shaft, her lover begged for more. His protective hands explored her body until one settled in a grip on her ass and the other found her swollen clitoris.

He rubbed her between his fingers and locked his eyes with hers. The harder she rocked against him, the faster he stroked her pleasure center. She felt the imminent wave of orgasm building and her nails dug into his chest.

"Yes, my ahavah…" he cried, "Me too…"

Eliza ground herself harder and deeper onto his shaft and he gripped her tighter, relishing in their friction. She screamed delightfully as she watched his golden eyes roll in blessed euphoria. For the second time in less than twelve hours, the sounds of their climax and saturated skin mixed with the satisfied cries of pleasure reverberating off the walls. Together they came in earth shaking orgasm until she collapsed onto his chest, gasping for breath.

Once she had regained her ability to process thought, Eliza began to lift her body off of him in an attempt to unsheathe hisstill hard erection from inside her. He took hold of her arms and gently pulled her flat against his chest again.

"I'm not ready to be without you," he whispered against her hair.

For the next hour, Eliza lay on her lover's broad chest listening to his heartbeat as he caressed her soft skin. She realized for the first time in her life, she had a real feeling of fulfillment. She never thought of her life being remiss of anything. She had a nice home, a successful career that made her happy, and friends who were as close as family. But, her time with Judas was different. They had a connection that was synchronous and symbiotic; two sides of the same coin.

Judas ran a finger tenderly around the curve of her ear and Eliza giggled.

"Sorry about that," he mused happily, still stroking her neck.

She breathed his scent deep, "No, not that. I was just thinking…"

"About?"

“Where do I start?” she smiled. “What have you been doing…all this time?”

Judas raised his chin in thought, “I moved around…a lot. I’ve lived almost everywhere. Before telephones and televisions, it was a lot easier to spend decades…even centuries in the same place.” He winked, “No evidence showing up on the internet.”

Eliza stared in child-like amazement. She was taken in by the thought of seeing the world in a cyclical lifespan of development and death over a multitude of lifetimes. But she realized as quickly that, as entrancing as eternal life sounded, it would be bittersweet; knowing you would continue on while any family and friends you might have would be gone in the blink of an eye.

She glanced at the picture of Lincoln, “So, youmetAbraham Lincoln?”

“Yeah,” his gregarious laugh filled the room.

“That’s…amazing,” she replied breathlessly. “Anyone else? How many famous people do you know…or…did you know?”

He pushed wisps of hair from her face, “I mean…a few, I guess. More so when I moved here…Yesh, notwithstanding, of course.” He chuckled, “It’s not like I sought people like that out…we just crossed paths. For instance, I met Ella in New York City in nineteen forty while she was performing in a club one night. She came to the bar, ordered a gin fizz, and struck up a conversation.”

Judas shrugged in a nonchalant manner that blew Eliza’s mind.

“Ella?” her widened eyes as she stuttered, “You’re…you’re talking about Ella Fitzgerald?TheElla Fitzgerald?”

He shrugged again, “It’s not that big of a deal.”

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