Twisted Truths & Leveled Lies

by Lessner, S. K.

  After a few drinks, I sat my glass down on the coffee table in front of us and turned my head to lay it on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around me and leaned his head down on top of mine. We both sighed.

  The crackle and sparks from the embers were hypnotizing as I watched the fire, reveling in the beauty of the night he had prepared for us. I was exhausted after a long day at work, weeks of little sleep and working overtime. I nuzzled further into his body and wrapped my arms across his waist, my finger latching onto the belt loop on his pants. His hands were making lazy circles across the top of my neck and back, taking me further into tranquility.

  “Mmmm, this feels so good, just holding you,” I told him quietly.

  “I was thinking the same thing.” He paused. “I don’t want you to leave.”

  It was only nine thirty, but I didn’t look forward to leaving either.

  “Then I won’t. I’ll stay wrapped in your arms all night,” I said hopefully.

  “I see,” he said thoughtfully, taking a deep breath. “I want that more than anything, Mel, but I’m not sure I can hold back.” It wasn’t a surprise. It was something I knew he was fighting against. But I didn’t want to fight it any longer.

  Lifting my head, I raised my hand to his face, cupping his smooth cheek beneath it. “Then don’t,” I whispered.

  His eyes shifted back and forth between mine, searching for an answer.

  “Mel,” he spoke slowly. “Are you sure?”

  My first instinct was to smack his chest for being so blind and tell him that I was sure two months ago. But I knew he was only holding back out of respect and I admired him for that. Rather than answering, I leaned forward and placed a soft, lingering kiss on his mouth.

  Breaking the kiss slightly, but not moving away, I spoke against his lips, “Please, Miguel, I need you.”

  Closing my eyes, I moved forward, caressing his lips with mine and gently reassuring him of what I wanted. I sensed his arm reach out to set his glass down before he slid his hand behind my neck, pulling me further toward him.

  Deepening the kiss, our tongues became a frenzied tango. We’d kissed countless times before, many of them filled with endless passion, but this was entirely different. Passion. Anticipation. Need. Lust. There was so much more to it that I couldn’t fathom its depth. It reminded me of our first night together and our goodbye kiss on my porch…times one hundred. We had grown so close to each other since then. Our hearts and minds fully connected, with only our bodies remaining separate.

  Our kiss intense, we gasped for breath, swallowing each other’s air. His mouth kissed a path along my cheek, down my neck, and below my ear, igniting a fire across my skin. Leaning my chest into his, I tilted my head and allowed him to continue, as I gripped his biceps, silently begging for more.

  His tongue brushed the delicate edge along my ear before he lightly blew over the moist, sensitive skin. I shivered, my heart accelerating even more. Was this really happening? I wanted it, needed it, but found myself surprisingly nervous.

  His hands found my breasts, his thumbs instantly stroking over my hardened nipples. Gliding his mouth across my collarbone, he continued rubbing and kneading, as his mouth kissed its way to my other ear, spreading the fire throughout my entire body.

  My head rolled, reflecting his movement, allowing him access to the untouched skin on my neck. I felt lightheaded, my need for him invading every fiber of my being. His teeth lightly grazed below my ear, causing my body to tremble.

  Yes, I was nervous. It had been years since I’d shared myself with anyone. But the growing ache deep inside was quickly consuming any fears I had. Releasing my breasts, his hands slid lower, making their way down my dress, under the edge of the fabric, and sliding along my inner thighs. I thought I might fall apart right there. His simple touch sent spasms through my core, to my womb, and up to my breasts, which were now tingling in desperation. Instinctively, I knew it would only take one touch and I’d explode.

  Sensing my need, or possibly his own, Miguel pulled back, his hands pausing on top of my thighs. Opening my eyes, I was overwhelmed by what I saw. Reflecting my own emotions back to me, his eyes immersed mine in desire. In hunger. In passion. Even strong than those, I saw devotion. I saw admiration. I saw love.

  Breathing heavily, our mouths crushed into each other’s. Our lips crazed, trying to get closer. Everywhere his tongue moved, mine followed. Everyway his mouth kissed, mine did the same. Unable to get close enough, his hands wrapped around my neck, pulling my mouth further against his.

  Without warning, he broke the kiss and stood abruptly. Lowering his arms, he lifted me, and swiftly began walking down the hall. His strong arms steady, making me feel delicate and petite, I giggled at my happy thoughts and the way he was hurrying through the house. He was a man on a mission and I couldn’t wait to be the one to help him fulfill it.

  Pausing outside his bedroom door, he looked down at me and smiled, his dimples enticing me even more. The magical look I saw in his eyes during our first date returned, shooting goose bumps across my skin knowing what was coming. I bit my lip and waited anxiously to enter his room.

  Shifting my weight in his arms, he turned the doorknob and pushed it open. The rich aroma of vanilla mixed with his crisp cologne scent permeated the air. He carried me to the side of his bed, unhurriedly lowering me to my feet.

  Turning my body the opposite away, I couldn’t believe the size of his bed. Not only was it huge, there were four massive carved wooden beams that stood erect at each corner with an intricately carved wooden headboard that glowed in the candlelight. The candles were low, their wicks burning brightly, and the way the light danced across the elegant bed created an enchanting ambience. Maybe I wasn’t the only one hoping this would happen tonight.

  His arms gingerly wrapped around my waist from behind me, pulling me into him and bringing my thoughts back to his body. His hardness pressed against my lower back, causing my nerves to surge in anticipation. Fanning his hands out across my stomach, he lowered his mouth beside my ear.

  “You are everything I’ve ever wanted, Maelianna,” he whispered and placed a gentle kiss along my neckline.

  Hearing his words and admiring the bed in front of us, the incredibly thick comforter and the mountains of pillows near the headboard, my body filled with trepidation. I’d wanted this for so long, why was I nervous now?

  I slid my hands along his arms that rested on my hips, slowly bringing my fingers to lace between his. Closing my eyes, I felt him take a deep breath, slowly exhaling beside my ear.

  “Mel?” Was he nervous too?

  “Hmm?” I managed to sound out.

  “Before we do this, I want you to know that I’ve fallen deeply in love with you.”

  I breathed out a long breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding in. The fear I had moments ago was completed eliminated. I turned my body into his, wrapping my arms around his back.

  Looking up into his intense gaze, I whispered, “I’ve been falling in love with you since our first night together, almost three months ago, Miguel.”

  He sighed, his lips lifting into a sexy little grin. Leaning down, he brushed butterfly kisses across my forehead, on each of my eyelids, and finally brought his mouth back to mine.

  Before completely joining our lips, I felt his turn upward in a smile as he whispered, “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that.”

  CHAPTER 6

  When I finally arrived at work, it was already noon. It was Saturday, but there were a few things that needed to be done before next week. Luckily, Joan had taken care of almost everything. The only things remaining were payroll and confirming the orders for supplies. Normally, I would’ve been finished by this time on a Saturday, but Miguel had made it very difficult to leave him this morning. I didn’t mind though, he made it well worth it.

  After waking up in his magnificent bed, I found him in his kitchen cooking breakfast. The smell of bacon and pancakes had excited me all the way down the hall
, but the sight in front of me when I entered his cooking domain stole my breath away.

  He stood barefoot, wearing only a pair of grey boxer briefs and the pink apron. The muscles under his flawless caramel skin flexed and rippled as he used the spatula to flip the pancakes in the skillet. When I took a few steps closer, his captivating voice filled my ears. He was singing the most beautiful song I’d ever heard. I didn’t understand the words, they were in another language, but the deep harmonizing vibrations resonated from his lips and played softly over my entire body.

  Okay, so maybe it wasn’t all his fault that I was late today. But how could anyone have resisted that? I know I couldn’t! After noticing me watching him, he turned the stove off and wrapped me in his arms for a good morning kiss. Two hours later, and after another shower, we finally made our way to the table to eat.

  He had carried me back to his bed and made love to me again and again. My body was deliciously sore and my stomach ravenous. I ate enough for two people while Miguel teased me about needing more groceries. By the time we finished our late breakfast, he was already kissing my neck and tempting me to stay all day.

  “You know I have to go, Joan will be so overwhelmed if I don’t.” I told him, trying to convince myself as much as him.

  “I know.” He pouted. “I just don’t want to share you.”

  “You can have me all to yourself as soon as I’m done.” I quickly kissed him and moved away to retrieve my shoes.

  Following closely behind me, he had a sweet look of longing across his face. He had slipped a pair of jeans on after our shower, but his chest and feet remained bare. It took every ounce of strength I had not to throw my shoes down and lick every ridge along his well-defined chest and abs.

  “One of these days, I’m going to take you away so I can have you all to myself.” He announced.

  I finished my shoes and wrapped my arms around his neck. Standing on my tiptoes, I quickly kissed him and moved to the door, giggling as I dodged his attempt to hold me there longer. “I’d enjoy being your love slave for a few days!”

  “Mmm, I like that idea.” He laughed and lunged forward, wrapping me in his arms for one last kiss before I left.

  Unfortunately, what should have been only a couple hours of work, turned into five before I could lock the door and finish the paperwork. Being bombarded by customers and distracted by my thoughts of Miguel, I didn’t make it home until 6:30.

  After not sleeping much the night before and the rush of the shop all day, I was drained. Miguel had text me earlier and said he’d come by around 8:00 so I had just enough time for a quick nap. I text him back, saying, “Come inside when he got here, my house is your house,” repeating the words he had told me the day before. The truth was, if I did sleep until he got here, I wouldn’t mind being woken up by his kisses.

  He didn’t disappoint me either. Around 8:30 I woke up to strong, warm arms wrapped around me as I lay in my bed. My hair was pulled to the side and he was softly kissing the back of my neck.

  “Mmm, hello.” I said as I stretched and rolled over to wrap my arms around him. His clean, crisp scent enveloped me. Combined with the feel of his arms wrapped around me, I was instantly turned on.

  “Hello again.” He captured my lips in his, bringing my body fully awake. “Did you have a nice nap?”

  “Yes. I definitely enjoy being woke up like this too. I could get use to it.”

  “I think we could make that happen.”

  Without any warning, he slid my shirt off, undid my bra, and started kissing his way down to my breasts. Sucking tenderly, I was already lost in a sea of sensation when he bit my puckered nipple gently, quickly replacing his lips and sucking the sting away, replacing it with an even deeper longing than before. Finishing with one, he moved to my other breast and repeated the action. My hands were wrestles, pulling his head closer and reaching around his back to hold him to me as my body rocked against his. I wanted more. I needed more. Yet, I was deliriously satisfied allowing him to explore.

  Alternating between my body and my lips, his mouth devoured me as he discarded the rest of my clothes and his. We were clearly making up for three months of denying ourselves what we wanted. Within minutes we were both undressed, our skin on fire from the desire than burned within.

  By the way he had rushed to remove our clothes, I expected him to attack me. But as soon as we were naked, his actions slowed, and he began to tenderly kiss and caress my body. Lavishing me with attention, he made his way across my stomach, kissing a path over my hip and down my thigh until he was seated between my legs. Using his hands, he lovingly massaged my sore muscles, firmly rubbing me from thigh to calves and back again. I might’ve been a bit frustrated sexually, but I knew that would come, and I couldn’t have been more content.

  Relaxing as I lay before him, I indulged in his exquisite manipulation. My eyes had closed minutes earlier. The only sounds I heard were my own distant murmurs. “Mmm,” “Ahhh,” and “Ohhh.”

  As he worked his way down my legs, then slowly back up, I felt my walls clenching in desire. Reaching the apex of my thighs, his fingertips brushing against my sensitive lips, he massaged one more time causing me to lift my hips and say his name in need.

  Realizing his hands had stilled, Miguel’s panting voice finally broke my trance, and brought me back to where we were. Opening my eyes, his desire burned into me.

  “I need you,” he breathed, “now, Mel.”

  My heart skipped as heat and passion exploded between my legs. He didn’t need to tell me twice. Arching myself up, I reached toward him, pulling his taut biceps toward me.

  “Make love to me, Miguel,” I whispered as he lowered our intertwined bodies to the bed.

  His mouth found mine, both opening upon contact, as he slid his palm up my inner thigh. Reaching higher, his hand found my core, his fingers gliding delicately through my folds. There were no more worries of sore muscles. My need and desire matched his, pleading for him to fulfill me.

  Breaking the kiss, Miguel leaned back on his knees, looking down at my body with unwavering love. The hand between my legs stilled, creating an intense feeling of loss inside me. I whimpered.

  “You are so very beautiful.” His voice was reverent, full of wonder and awe.

  I couldn’t speak. My rapid breaths continued, as my body silently begged for his touch to return.

  Reading my mind, as only he could, he leaned down on one hand and used his other to position himself at my entrance. His slow movements were agonizing as he paused and looked down at me, worshipping me as if I were a prized treasure. I wanted to grab him and pull him to me, tell him to please hurry. But I’d never felt more cared about, more admired than I did right now. I wanted to enjoy this time for as long as possible. Regardless of the raging inferno now building inside me.

  Gently sliding his tip over my folds, my sweet nectar glided across him. He rubbed himself up to my sensitive nub, making small circles over it, and shooting electricity from my core to my breasts, causing my nipples to harden even more. I had the urge to lean my head back and close my eyes, but looking down at our two bodies, watching him watch us, I was breathless and in awe. Not only was he beautiful, we were beautiful.

  Sliding himself lower, then following his path back up, I gasped when he repeated the same circular motion, the vibrations deep inside shattering my composure. Unable to take his pleasurable torture, my hips arched into him, insisting he continue.

  He licked his lips. I bit mine. He slid lower again. I arched higher.

  He inhaled deeply, trying to remain in control while I encouraged him for more. Concentrating on his tense body, I knew he was fighting every instinct he had to fully connect us. Looking up at his face, the muscles drawn and focused, I followed his gaze and watched again as he slid his hard thickness up, then down, and finally, inside me. My breath rushed out as I allowed my head to fall backwards, my eyes rolling backwards from the intense feeling both inside and out.

  As he deepened his
sweet intrusion, he brought his hips flush with my body, his length fully enveloped inside, and paused again. Opening my eyes, I saw the look on his face. He was reveling in the feel of our bodies so immersed into one. Trust me, I was too. But he was driving me crazy. I was turned on beyond words, but desperately needed more.

  So overcome by heat and fire, I was unable to speak the necessary words. I wrapped my trembling legs around his back, urging him to move again, begging him to soothe the ache inside.

  His hips began a slow retreat, his hardness gliding delicately through my passage. My muscles constricted, pulling him back in, demanding him to return. The surprise of my body’s actions broke his patient perseverance. He thrust himself deep inside.

  Forcing the air from my lungs, we both cried out.

  “Uhhh.”

  “Ahhh.”

  Quickly finding his rhythm, he drove into me with unyielding precision. His mouth rushed down, sucking and pulling my nipples further inside. Finally giving in to what we both needed, he alternated between breasts as he plunged, and took me higher and higher.

  I knew it wouldn’t take me long after how much he’d already teased me. When he reached his arms around my back and pulled my chest against his, fusing our bodies completely into one, the strength to hold on was completely lost. I was quivering beneath him as he passionately slid in and out.

  Holding me even closer, he brought his mouth to my ear and whispered that he loved me. It wasn’t only his words. It was his entire body. He didn’t make love to me with only one part of him. He made love to me with every element of who and what he was. The tight hold as he held me to him, the longing echoed when he repeated he loved me, the sensitive way he slowed his pace and found our release together…his emotions and his body shattered me.

  With one more gentle glide, my body clenched around his, my heart poured out to his, as I let go, falling apart around him. Like always, he read my mind before my body responded, finishing right along with me.