Seduced by Innocencey(38)

We reached our climax simultaneously, each moaning in pleasure as we gave in to the fantasy of our coupling.

Spent, satiated, but with an aching need that my own hand could never satisfy, I reached for her and she came willingly, collapsing in my arms as I held her and kissed her head.

Someday soon I would convince her to let me to do to her all the things she had just done to herself and more.





NINETEEN





Love is a Smoke





ROSE





Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

— William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet





Dear Diary,



I laid myself bare before him tonight, in the most intimate way I could without crossing those dangerous lines drawn in blood and flesh. My pulse quickens each time I reflect on the memory of his fingers probing, rubbing, caressing my body. I surprised myself tonight with my boldness, offering him all of me, if only from a distance.



I'm not ashamed, though. We witnessed each other, and isn't that what relationship is about? Bearing witness to one another, witnessing and being witnessed so that our acts of love, passion, kindness, adventure… all the moments that make us human, so that these acts have meaning and memory beyond ourselves?



Whatever else happens, he will forever know me, and I will forever know him.



WRAPPED IN HIS arms, covered by a thick comforter, I'd never felt so safe. We'd reluctantly donned clothes after our Jacuzzi encounter, but neither of us wanted to sleep separately, so we joined each other in the master suit, like newlyweds forbidden their night's pleasure, but holding on to the companionship left to them.

Sleep pulled me into the dark world of dreams after hours of whispering harmless secrets to each other and stealing kisses that could never lead to more. When the sun scared my dreams away and brought me back to him, I found that we hadn't moved much in the night. His arms still wrapped around me, my head cupped in his arm as his chest and body curved around mine, pressing into me.

He kissed my head and mumbled good morning, and against my ass, his cock twitched awake, hard and needy as it poked into me. Feeling more than a little naughty, I pressed myself harder against him, reveling in the feel of that hardness digging into me, desperate to escape his pajama bottoms.

He groaned and brought his lips to my neck, nipping at me. "Don't get me started. I need to use the bathroom, and you have rules, as I recall."

Yes, my damn rules. I wish I could throw them out the window and impale myself on his incredible cock.

Instead, we both got up and did our morning routine, and I took Sandy out for a short walk.

Derek caught up to us at the door. "Can I join you, or do you need some alone time?"

I held out my gloved hand. "Please, come."

He winked at me. "I did. Last night. But I much preferred watching you come."

Despite my scarlet face, spreading my legs and coming for him was the most erotic moment of my life. I couldn't wait to fulfill other fantasies with him, and I had more confidence that I might someday be able to control my powers after last night. Maybe it was the water, or maybe it was me, but I'd caught myself before my power took over, and I'd been able to pull away. I hadn't hurt him, hadn't even come close. True, I hadn't been able to keep touching him after that, but it was more restraint than I'd previously had, and it gave me hope.

Morning dew had turned to ice, leaving the world encased in crystal. A brave squirrel ran up a tree, perhaps looking for his storage of nuts. In the layers beyond sight, the forest teamed with life. Bugs scurrying about their day, small animals looking for shelter, plants and trees stretching their roots deeper into the hard soil. I breathed in the stillness of the morning, only to find myself reflecting on how very much alive it all was, even if I couldn't see it.

Sandy sniffed around, then found a spot to do her business.

Derek pulled me against his chest. "What are you thinking about? It looks serious."

I kissed the cleft in his chin and smiled. "Not really. It's remarkable how much is going on around us that we never see or notice. We think we're at the center of things, but we're oblivious to so much."

"Would you want to be more aware of all that? To hear and see and smell the things humans can't?"

His question felt weighty and important, but I couldn't fathom why. "I really would. Maybe it would be distracting or overwhelming, I don't know, but I'd risk it, to be more connected to life."

My stomach chose that moment to growl, and Derek laughed. "We need to get you back to the cabin for some breakfast. I've been told I make a mean omelet."

Walking hand in hand, Derek told me about his adventures growing up with his sister and brother, and the holiday trips they would take here at Christmas and summer. "We'd build tree forts and play hide and seek. Down the trail there's a lake. It would be freezing now, but in the summer we'd swing from a tree and dive into it, seeing who could splash the highest."