Page 122 of Enthrall
He raised me up and I straddled him, my thighs on either side of his legs. “We’ll take it slow, baby,” he whispered. “This will be easier for you.” Grinding against him, I stroked my clit against his hardness, stunned by this delicious throbbing, these tingles in my tender sex. Leaning back, I gazed upwards. Secure in his arms, I felt his mouth capture a nipple again as I took in the stars moving as languidly as we were below.
“We come from the same star,” I whispered.
“We do,” he said, nipping at a hardened nipple.
“I need you.”
He flipped me onto my back, snatching my breath away, and his hand guided my head to rest upon the blanket. Richard’s full weight came over me and I wrapped my legs around his waist, taking short unsteady breaths. His lips fell upon mine again, his kiss widening my mouth, his tongue possessing me, sending shivers throughout my body. I tasted myself, his kiss sharing that sweetness and making me quiver.
My back arched when he entered me, easing inside, stretching me wide, bringing a mixture of pain and pleasure and blinding me. He thrust deep, unrelenting, his cock giving me the discipline I deserved, had yearned for the first time I’d laid eyes on him. The impossible dream of having him inside me realized.
Orbs of light flashed above but I was not really seeing them. I was too distracted by the tightness down there mingled with stunning sensations of being taken for the first time.
Richard stilled. “How are you doing?”
Breathlessly, I blinked away. “Oh, amazing.”
He moved his hips in a circle.
“Oh.” My fingernails dug farther into his back. “Oh...yes...don’t stop. Not ever. Like never.”
He smiled. “How’s the view?”
I stared into his eyes. “Spectacular.”
He gave a heart stopping smile.
His thrusts quickened, rewarding me, bringing me closer, threatening to throw me over the edge as his rhythm increased, relentlessly mastering my body. Digging my fingernails deeper into his flesh, I clawed my way closer and closer...
Freefalling. Tumbling beneath the planets, rolling under the stars.
“Mia,” he whispered. “You may come.”
Lost in a sea of pleasure, I was gone, dazzled beneath him, desire coursing through my veins. I was caught up, captured by this intoxicating mixture of danger and passion as I cried out, my orgasm exploding. I was stunned by this blinding pleasure. He bucked into me, stiffened, and then stilled.
Both of us were stolen by this moment. Stolen by each other.
NESTLED ON A HILL in Hacienda Heights is a Buddhist monastery called His Lai Temple. It’s where Richard brought me the very next morning.
I couldn’t remember ever being happier. All I needed was to be with him.
Standing halfway up a stone stairway that led into the temple, Richard pulled me into a hug, planting kiss upon kiss on my head. I marveled at how much affection one man could give a woman. Wrapping my arms around him and snuggling into his chest, I breathed him in, breathed in the peace I’d yearned for all my life. Being with him here, like this, was better than I could have ever imagined and more than I would ever have dared dream for.
Last night in the planetarium Richard had bestowed nothing but tenderness, and those memories drew me back. I’d fallen head over heels with my mercurial lover. Peering up at Richard now, I wanted him to know how much it meant that he’d shared this place with me, knowing how important it was to him. He’d told me on the way here that this temple provided an extraordinary sanctuary. It was his all time favorite place. I couldn’t wait to see it.
“You’re proof of God,” he said.
“You are.” Taking Richard’s hand, I brought it to my lips and kissed it.
“Thank you for coming with me.”
We strolled up the main stairway, making our way into the grand entrance. Up high, resting along the back wall, sat three Buddha statues gazing down upon us, emanating serenity. A few other people mingled here and there chatting quietly. Richard’s face softened as his gaze settled upon two Tibetan monks, their orange robes pristine, their voices low. They moved serenely, kneeling before the three Buddha’s and each offering a bowl of fruit. They set them before their deity’s feet.
I’d already seen evidence of Richard’s interest in eastern religion from the elements he’d brought into Enthrall as well as his home. These unfolding moments felt like a gift.
Right in front of us in the center, resting upon a table, were two jars standing side-by-side, each filled with small blue plastic balls. Richard dropped two dollars through the top of the plastic box between them and removed one of them. He gestured for me to do the same.
“Inside each one is a sacred message,” he said, resting it within his palm. He carried the ball over to a wooden crusher and smashed it open. Inside lay a tiny scroll which he unraveled and read. “Turns out I need to bend like a reed. What does yours say?”
