The golden flecks in his eyes shone brighter than ever as his lids partially closed. Inch by glorious inch, we joined. Once in all the way, that pressure point inside me being massaged to a feverous pitch, his lips met mine. His kisses, soft yet persistent, continued as he moved in and out of me in a lover’s dance. The way we joined felt meant to be, and I ignored my mind’s need to squelch such optimism.
“Come with me, Christina. Please,” he begged before he let out a long moan.
I moved in answer, picked up the pace. My hands gripped his hips, guided his erection to the prime spot inside me. We moved in unison until we went over that precipice together. Contractions bore contractions until I turned to jelly underneath him. As my post-orgasmic sensations continued to ripple through me, the way his weight fell over my body only added to the high I experienced.
We laid there together, still, basking in the glory for several minutes. I closed my eyes to take in every sensation of skin against skin. I wanted to never forget the way he smelled of man, sweat, and sex. Our breathing in sync, I swore I could die happy in this moment.
“That was beyond amazing, finally getting to be with you,” he exclaimed.
“Finally? We only met a few hours ago,” I laughed.
Yet, something in the way he felt safe and familiar nagged at me. Even now, being this intimate with this stranger, I continued to wonder if I had met him before. But, that was ridiculous. I’d not have forgotten such a face, such a body. And, if he had spoken, his deep raspy voice or the wonderful words he’d had to have uttered.
“Finally?” I asked again and then held my breath.
“I don’t know why I said it that way except that I have been imagining this moment since I first laid eyes on you.”
“You are a smooth talker, Lex Roberts. And, I don’t mean that in a bad way.”
“You have anywhere you need to be tomorrow?” He asked, looking down at me like he was ready to go again.
“No. You?”
“No. Good. I want to lay here and hear more about you.”
“There isn’t much to tell,” I stated honestly. “I think I’ve already confessed enough.”
“No, not nearly enough,” he rebutted.
He slid off of me then. On his side, with his hand propping up his head, he used his other hand to sweep over my body. I turned on my side to mimic him, but had the first truly terrifying bout of self-consciousness in his presence. I felt my stomach suck in as his hand glided over it.
“Don’t do that,” he softly scolded. “You are perfect. I love every one of your curves. You are what a woman should look like rather than those stick figure models the media tries to sell us as the definition of beauty. I want a woman I can hold onto. In fact, I can remember looking at paintings with my mother of the baroque master, Peter Paul Rubens. You are the image of beauty that he painted.”
I blushed, unable to find a response appropriate to tell him how his words had affected me, how deeply he’d touched me.
“I don’t mean to embarrass you,” he soothed, his hand now moving up my arm with a feather touch. “I just feel so comfortable with you, like I can tell you anything.”
“I feel the same,” I confessed. “Obviously, or I wouldn’t have shared with you my biggest secret.”
“So, share with me then your feelings on other subjects,” he pushed.
“Like what?”
“What do you believe in about death?”
“Well, now there’s a light subject,” I scoffed.
“No, really, I want to know,” he insisted.
“Okay. Well, I’m not sure really... with the death of each of my parents, I never came to an answer that I liked, that brought me comfort. If I looked at the religious ways of thinking, like the church I grew up in’s belief that we are asleep until the rapture, then my mother isn’t up there watching over me. She’d have missed all I’ve done. On the other hand, if she was up in some sort of Heaven watching me, wouldn’t she feel sad at what she was missing? How could that be the peaceful and perfect afterlife that some Bible promises awaits us if we do X, Y, and Z? So, honestly, I don’t know. I know for myself that I have often talked to her, but that’s more for me, to bring myself comfort.”