Page 26 of Of Flesh & Bone
The starting line?Holy shit.I'm not sure how much more I can take of this.Just like before, he taps my ankles to signal me to lift my feet.Slowly, he rises up my body while running his open palms up the back of my calves, thighs, ass, back, and into my hair.He pulls me to him and kisses me with an intensity that lights my skin on fire.The kiss isn't rough this time, but it isn't slow either.
This man kisses like his life depends on it and he's great at it in all the different approaches he takes to it.Some of his kisses make my heart flutter, while others nearly bring me to orgasm.
He backs up and stands in front of me with his hands at his sides while I stand in front of him completely naked.He looks pained like he's trying to be still and he’s...struggling.Why is he struggling?Why is he being so still?Oh shit.It's my turn.I'm supposed to undress him now.He wants to touch me.That's why he's so distressed.I step forward and look him up and down, unsure where to start.I have never undressed anyone.So many firsts.
I place my palm on his chest over his shirt and he closes his eyes.This is a look I'm becoming accustomed to seeing on his face.I run my palm down his chest and past his abdomen to the hem of his shirt.Carefully pulling the shirt over his head, I have to go up on my tip toes to remove it fully.
"Oh fuckin hell."
"What's wrong?"His voice is wary.
Staring at his naked upper body...I can't believe what I'm seeing.There's lean muscle everywhere.I don't know a lot about BMI, but his has got to be incalculable because you can't put a number on perfection.
"It's like you were sculpted by the Devil.You have absolutely no right to be this hot.You're an asshole most of the time.You should look like an asshole.This is false advertisement."
He chuckles softly and I'm suddenly all too aware of my nudity.I start to feel self-conscious in front of this biological chart of human perfection.This is the picture we want to send out into the great unknown just in case there really is other life out there.No way is someone coming to invade us if they think this is what they have to battle against.Or maybe we don't want to do that because beauty like this transcends species and possibly all life forms.We may be overrun with tentacles from Saturn and tails from Mars before we even know what hit us.Yeah.We better keep this under wraps.
Coming back to myself...deep breath.I look down at my naked body and for the first time, I notice my boobs aren't the same size.The left nipple doesn't even point straight forward.Oh, my goodness, I'm completely shaven.Is this normal?I know most volleyball players shave everything because we play in very little clothing most of the time butwhat about other girls?What about the girls he's used to being with?Shit.How many girls has he been with?He's obviously more experienced than me.Does he think I'm a fumbling idiot?
"Stop."
My eyes jerk to his, startled by the command.
"Stop what?"
"Stop with the internal monologue of criticisms.Stop judging yourself and stop freaking out.You are the most perfect thing I have ever seen in my life.There is not a single thing that I would change about you."That absolutely cannot be true, right?No one is perfect, least of all me.
"If I were standing at the right hand of God while he was making you for me, you would still look exactly as you do right now and make no mistake....he made you for me."
"Wow."I say in a breath.I suppose it doesn't actually matter if it's true.It only matters if he believes it and I believe that he does.
This is absurd.This is illogical.This.Is.Madness.
But I don't care because whether this is madness or love, I can't say for sure, but I know it's too late.I've already fallen into it.Dear Diary, day 2.I'm truly fucked.
Fueled by his beautiful words and my own anxiety, I reach for the button of his jeans.He lets out a quiet groan as I begin to pull them down his thighs.Like he did for me earlier, I follow his jeans down his legs until I'm on my knees in front of him.He reaches down and grasps my chin, lifting my face so that I'm looking up at him.
"I love the look of you like this on your knees for me."
"Do I get to spank your ass now?"
He quirks a grin and holds his hands up in an 'I won't do it again' gesture.
I tap each ankle, signaling him to help me remove each pant leg and then look back up at his boxers, noticing where they are tented in the front.Too tented.He's either hiding an eggplant under there, or we have a serious problem.I grab the waistband of his boxers and pull them down until IT springs free.Launching to my feet, panic is in full swing.He breaks out into a sly grin, and I cannot for the life of me figure out why because NOTHING about this situation is funny.Not one damn thing.
I turn and sprint for the door, but only two steps into my escape, calloused hands vault out, grasping me around the waist.He's laughing.He's laughing so hard that no sound is coming out and tears are already streaming down his too handsome face.I'm having a very different reaction, however.My parasympathetic nervous system is at work, and it is fight or flight time, baby.Flight didn't work out so fight it is.Grasping at his hands, I attempt to squirm against his hold.I don't want to hurt him, but he's gonged to hurt me with that mutant dick if I don't get out of here.I lift my leg to kick him in the shin, but he moves too quickly, and my heel hits the floor hard."Shit!"
"Calm down before you hurt yourself even more."He scolds.
"Listen, we have to rethink this.I don't think it's supposed to look like that."
He immediately starts laughing again.His whole body is shaking, only now he has my upper body in a bear hug and his legs are wrapped around my thighs, holding my legs in place.
"Eve, you were made for me.In the beginning, the plan was you and me.Our bodies will fit together perfectly.I promise.Don't be scared.There is no avoiding the inevitable."
"The inevitable?"
"Us.Adam and Eve."
