Page 20 of Tryst
She smirks and pushes me away. “You stay on your side of the kitchen, and I'll stay on mine, buddy. Otherwise we’ll be starving.”
I smile, moving away to put the rice on the stove. We work well together in the kitchen making dinner. We finish and go for a walk on the beach. Standing on the shore with the water at our feet, we watch the sun go down. My arms around her, her back pressed against me, I let today go and let myself be present in this moment with her in my arms.
Later, I lie on the bed waiting for her. She comes out of the bathroom, and the moonlight catches her, reminding me of the only poem I bothered to remember in school by Lord Byron. She's in the nightgown she wore the first night we had sex. What I feel for her is infinitely different from back then. I can appreciate the sight of her more beyond her body, but her naked curves beneath, are beckoning me to take her. Take what I want.
“Beauty walks through the night, cannot be heard. Seen with the naked eyes a beauty so rare it brings forth imagines of splendor. Carnal images that can only be had in the presence of true beauty, worthy of love and devotion, devoid of fear, fearless to take chances; for a glimpse of a slice of heaven.”
“That was beautiful. I had no idea you could be so poetic.”
“It's you. You bring it out in me.”
A slow smile parts her lips. “I do?”
“You bring out a lot of feelings in me I wasn't expecting.”
She hikes up her gown, kneeling between my legs. I put my hand over hers and together we slide her gown above her waist. I tell her, “Let go. Pull the sheets back.” She does, leaving me naked for her eyes, then I pull her closer so she can straddle my lap properly.
My cock rises to my stomach. I want to feel her, all of her, exactly like the first time with no barrier between us when I slide inside her body. But this time it will mean much more. I pull her flush against me, wrapping my arms around her, trapping her bunched up gown between us. Holding her, legs spread, just above the point where we will be joined as one.
“You know I'm clean. Are you still on birth control?” I bite my lip hoping to God she is.
“Yes.” Her arms wind around my neck tightly as she kisses me.
“I want to feel your warmth wrapped tight around me. Can we not use that condom tonight?”
She rubs her lips against mine, our chests rising and falling together in anticipation. “Yes, I want to. I just want to feel you, hot and raw inside me.”
I slowly lower her down. Her skin against my flesh is scalding, sending a frisson of heat through me as she sinks down to the hilt.
“Oh, Ian.” Her eyes close, and she rises up and down.
“I…I love your eyes.” My words falter. “Open them. I want to see you.” With great willpower I hold myself back from bucking up into her, enjoying the slow easy pace of our lovemaking. That's what it is, making love to her. I can deny it, but this is what it is. I have no other word for this feeling. Maybe tomorrow denials will be possible, but never in this time with her.
We move together, her hips pushing forward, her thighs squeezing mine with long drawn out grunts and moans. Her movements let me know she needs more. I let her take control, riding me like she’s astride a saddle, racing to the finish, exerting herself to reach for the release of a prize we both need desperately. I join in pushing against her, giving her everything I have.
Her fingernails dig in to my skin in the race for sweet release. “Ian, I, I… Ian—”
I pump into her, grasping her hips, stopping her flow of words before she says too much. Those three words that will be like opening a Pandora’s Box of emotions and consequences I don't believe we’re ready to face. “Don't say it. Feel it. Feel me.”
“Ian, yes. Ian…” she stutters as I push into her, holding her tight.
“Do you know, and can you feel, how much I care for you?”
She nods, and I tell her to kiss me. Her throaty moans and my guttural ones, is a mix of sounds signaling our release.
We stay together rocking against each other with the fading of our orgasms. Her head rests on my shoulder, and I stroke her hair. I swear I feel a trail of wetness roll down my back. I don't want to know. Ignoring the truth is for the best. For her and for me also.
In the morning we get up in silence. After she takes a shower, I take mine. Few words are spoken throughout the day. But we touch, we kiss, and we hold each other on the balcony before we leave, a solemn ending to a weekend filled with happiness and light-hearted carefree moments.
Everything is packed and loaded in the trunk. She locks the front door and comes down the steps.
“You're sure you have everything?” I ask.
“I checked twice.” She brushes her hair to the side, not even looking at me.
I pull her into my arms kissing her. “I had a wonderful time with you. I always do.”
“Me too.” She sighs.
