Wickedly he groaned, and then replaced his probing finger with his moist strong tongue.
Everything seemed to explode around her. She pressed against his mouth harder out of eagerness. It wasn’t enough. In response to her body language he pushed down harder on her, rhythmically circling, stroking and teasing. With each gasp he intensified the pressure until she pulled his head away from her. She throbbed, needing him inside her. She wanted him. She wanted him to fill her fully. It was nothing but a tease.
“I want you.” She whispered. He rose to look at her, removing his underwear in the process. He crouched over her bare and shameless. His erection rose prominently from his body as she reached out her hand to touch it. He winced, closing his eyes and bowing his head downwards. She stroked him up and down his length.
Rising to a sitting position, she bumped noses with him, kissing him gently. “Oops.” She apologized, swinging around behind him.
“What are you…?” Turning around he began to question her until she shoved him on his back.
But he didn’t protest her bold move. His eyes were too filled with greed. She mounted him, exposing herself for him to see. Her breasts were in perfect arm’s length as she pushed aside the messy hair in her face. She angled her pelvis over him, holding tight with her thick strong thighs. When she was positioned just right, she slid herself onto him, feeling his length penetrate deeply. They both gasped in synchronicity at the mind-blowing shock of first initial contact.
She felt his hands roughly grab her ass as she pressed firmly on him, letting all of him delve within her. Her insides throbbed desperately. She fit him perfectly. Rocking her hips back and forth, she took control, catching her breath from the overwhelming twinge pummeling through her. Wet, smooth and utterly perfect, she rode him back and forth as she climaxed. Her body didn’t want to wait. The intensity of them both built until she felt she couldn’t hold on any longer. She didn’t want it to be over yet. She wanted to put off the orgasm and prolong the build, but she had gone past the line of no return. Whether she stopped or not, it was coming.
So she dug her nails into his arms, grinding hard on the sweet spot. Sweat, the scent of hormones, and moans filled the room as they both entered the gates together. Their skin slick together, she pushed one last time, feeling the tightness break free, and orgasmic convulsions shoot across her body. Her head swam as she felt his body tense. She throbbed excruciatingly again and again until nothing else existed but pure rapture. She felt him empty as he squeezed her hard, joining her quickly in their union .
When the sensations lessened, and the peaceful feeling returned to her body, she lay down on her stomach, staring into his eyes. His arms came around her and he smiled, in that moment neither of their felt their lives had ever been so pure and perfect. She knew deep in her heart that from him there would be no return.
Chapter7
Amber sat once more in the hospital that almost seemed to be a permanent home. In her hand was a letter that was neatly written. Her heart trembled, her fingers quivered and she was afraid to see what it had to say.
It had been a few months since Charles had been brutally honest with her and in those months a dread built in her stomach. She feared time, because eventually she knew it would take him from her. And she loathed hope, because sometimes it was a teasing reprieve to the inevitable. She wasn’t sure exactly what the situation was, but she knew he was in surgery. He didn’t have a chance to contact her, but he had a letter personally delivered to her doorstep a few hours back. She hadn’t opened it yet. But for Charles, not contacting her over the phone was a bad sign.
Sasha sat next to her, holding her hand out. “Come on, girl.” She encouraged with a mothering air. “It’s my turn to read the letter.”
Amber shook her head. “I’m so scared. I want to know but I don’t.” She buried her face in her hands and reluctantly handed her friend the piece of paper.
Melanie sat beside her as well, each friend on one side of her. Sasha opened the envelope, cleared her throat, and read aloud.
To the Love of My Life, Amber:
If you are reading this letter, it is because there are things about myself I want you to know. I want you to know that I love you with every fiber of my being. As the days have gone by, my love, just thinking about you sends warmth to my troubled heart. It is because of you that I will continue to fight…and I will succeed.
I am not writing this to you because I am dying. I am writing this because I am living. The next time you see me, I will have a new pair of lungs. This was my hope letter. I have kept it written in hopes that I might see to the delivery of it. Thank God it has happened.