Rekindled
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The rays of the sunlight hit my eyes, stirring me to stretch out. As I began to regain my consciousness, I blindly reached for Antonio. I quickly realized something wasn’t right. I no longer heard the roar of the ocean, inhaled the brine smell of the shoreline or felt the grittiness of sand beneath my bottom. Instead, I felt the smoothness of satin sheets, the calming smell of lavender and the cool breeze of a fan. My eyes fluttered open as I looked around the room. I turned over searching for Antonio.
“It was only a dream,” I moaned. “That is impossible!”
I rolled to my side and grabbed an oversized pillow and hugged it tightly. My eyes turned into faucets. The taste of saline filled my mouth, courtesy of my tears. “Why, Why?” I retorted, “Antonio was my soul mate. I felt him. I tasted him. He was real!”
I reached for the tissue paper on Lexi’s oak night stand. My hand hit something light and rectangular, knocking it from its perch. “Funny it didn’t make a sound,” I murmured. After grabbing the Kleenex, trumpeting my nose and wadding my snot into a ball, I leaned over the bed. My legs spread across the mattress and my body bent like a swivel.
I put on my detective hat and began searching for my prize. After a few minutes, the blood began rushing to my head. “This obviously isn’t working,” I whined. I rolled the rest of my body off the floor and on all fours began searching for my prey. Quickly my eye caught the glimpse of light pink paper.
I pounced on the paper quickly discovering it was a card. Holding it up, I quickly flipped it over and noticed a giant V on the envelope. It was a man’s writing. I eagerly tore into the contents of the jacket.
The card I pulled out sent chills of pleasure and happiness through my body. I could fell a shit-eating grin cracking my face. On the cover in black in white, two small children holding hands and laughing sat on a beach. The golden locks of the girl brushed against the brunette boy’s shoulder. Before I turned the page, I noticed a few last details. The girl had pink fingernail polish and the boy had a small guitar on his lap.
My body tingled with excitement and fear. “Did Antonio bring me here? How would he have known? Who is this man?”
I pondered as I slowly opened the card. The standard script was cute. It simply read: “Life is a Beach so share it with the one you love.” However, the handwritten note on the left hand side captivated me:
I found you in a pool of despair inches away from death
The spirits above guided me to you
In saving you, I saved myself
I look forward to knowing you and loving you
You are the highlight of my life
The music in my soul
You are my greatest song
Love Antonio.
As if on cue, I heard the rhythmic sounds of a guitar in the family room. My heart began to beat quickly. I quickly opened the door and my nose was overwhelmed with the smell of freshly cooked eggs and bacon.
“I was hoping you would awake soon.”
“But how—could you have known where I live.”
“You told me silly. Last night, you went from a passionate lover to a very sick puppy. You got very sick on the beach.”
“How sick?”
“Lose your lunch sick,” he smiled sheepishly.
I could feel heat rush to my face, the color of crimson. “Are you serious?” I am so embarrassed. “Is that why you didn’t sleep with me last night?”
“No, it was out of respect. You are the first woman that I have wanted in seven years. I feel as though my deceased wife and the spirit world blessed our union. I did not want our first time to be when you had one to many. I wanted it to be as special as you are to me.”
I pinched myself to make sure that I wasn’t dreaming. “But I don’t smell gross or disgusting.”
“Of course not, I bathed you. By the way you have a great body.”
“You what?” I shrilled.
“I wasn’t going to let you lay in your own sickness.” He confessed.
“Just a second,” I yelped. I ran to the bathroom my face hot with embarrassment. I quickly brushed my teeth and scrubbed them. Any man who would wash me off, tuck me into bed, get me a card, sleep in another room (out of respect), make me breakfast and wake me up to the sweet sounds of guitar was a keeper. I wanted this man more than ever, and I wasn’t going to be denied this time.
I quickly grabbed him by the face and kissed him passionately.
“My love, what has gotten into you,” he smiled.
“Well, if I had my way, you! I want my way with you” I winked. I couldn’t believe how bold I was with Antonio. He really brought out the woman in me.
“Really!” he smiled broadly.
“Oh yes” This time I quickly ripped off the white cotton t-shirt that he had put on me the night before. His eyes opened wide as he got the full view of my bosom.
“You are beautiful,” he whispered.
My perfect C’s mesmerized him. They were full, not too full and perky, very perky. My nipples were erect and waiting for him to finish the job we started last night.
I stood over him, slowly bending down so that one of my nipples hovered just above his mouth. He gently caressed my breast and started flicking his tongue across my nipple. The pleasure was electrifying.
“I am going to take my time with you,” Antonio directed.
“No, I want you now!” I half whined.
“Veronica, baby, let me love you. Let me really love you,” he whispered.
His words melted me. And I obeyed his command. He effortless lifted me in his massive arms. I could feel the hardness of his biceps under my thighs. As he turned to make his way to the bedroom, he gently hit the CD player on the bottom shelf of my cousin’s counsel. Barry White’s voice filled the room. Hmm, This guy is good.
“Barry White? I saw you more as a Marc Anthony type of guy,” I giggled.
“Darn right! I love Barry White. Come to think of it who doesn’t like Barry?”
“Me,” I teased.
“Are you serious?”
“Of course not, silly”
Looking up at him, I felt like a delicate princess being held by enormous warrior; a warrior who put fear in the hearts of many men, but showed grace, softness and kindness only to me. “Antonio, you make me feel so special,” I whispered.
“And you give me life, Veronica.”
He slowly bent down and kissed me softly. He caressed my outer lip with the tip of his tongue. I responded pressing my lips on his upper lip and slowly sucking it. I repeated this on the bottom lip.
“Veronica,” he softly moaned.
Cradling his face with my fingertips, I pressed my lips deep onto his mouth. As our tongues swirled in ecstasy, my womanhood began to swell and moisten.
Finding our way to the bedroom, Antonio laid me down softly on the satin sheets. I could feel the smooth texture on my back and feel the heat from his body. The combination was highly erotic.
He slowly pulled my left arm up to his lips. He gently kissed inside of my wrist, deliberately pressing his mouth into my flesh. I began to feel my pulse against his lips as he stared deeply into my eyes and smiled.
“Veronica, you are my life. Our hearts beat in perfect rhythm,” he sighed.
I closed my eyes taking in every moment. Never had a man paid so much attention to the details of love. I appreciate how he wanted to please me. That made me feel important.. Antonio was a definitely a gift from above.
He moved closer to me, holding my face in his massive hands. He gazed at me as though I was Dorothy Dene in Lord Frederic Leighton’s painting Flaming June. He made me feel so desirable.
His hands journeyed up to the crown of my head, slowly massaging scalp. His mouth found the nape of my neck and he gently sucked and kissed it. My hands found his powerful back and I traced down the lines of his muscles until I grabbed his firm ass.
“Oh my God you are a man of steel,” I moaned.
“Why thank you,” he emphasized in a mocking voice.
“I wish that I were that good, but I am not. Your cousin had the CD sitting on the CD player. It had a sticky note saying “Insert and Enjoy” with a smiley face.
“No Way! That is impossible,” I exclaimed incredulously.
“It is true babe.”
“Lexi is a scary psychic.”
“Lexi, your cousin.”
”I told you about her too.”
“Yes you definitely did. And yes she does seem to have a gift for knowing things in advance.”
“Yes she does,” I said giggling as I sprung up from the bed. I began to dance like a stripper in the room swaying to the beat. At first Antonio started to laugh, but I could feel our sexual tension returning as I started to grind on the bed post.
I pivoted my back allowing him watch my full firm ass move back and forth. I felt so free and liberated. I let myself go and let my body become one with the music. I bent at the waist revealing to him my womanhood. I peeled the lace of my panties to the side giving him a little peak at my love flower. With my head hung down, peering up between my legs, I could see his manhood straining to free itself from his boxers. This turned me on so much. I could feel my lips below swelling with desire.
I quickly slipped my panties down over my narrow hips, turned toward him and seductively crawled onto his lap. I knotted my fingers into his hair and pulled the back of his head into my heaving breasts. I arched my head back and swayed my hips as he bit and sucked my straining nipples. His hands caressed my hips, and wandered to the apex of thighs. I could feel moisture seeping from my petals. My heart raced with salacious thoughts. His long fingers massaged the folds of my vagina. He spread them softly and inserted his digit into my love tunnel. I could feel the walls of my muscles clamping down on his finger.
“Oh my God, yes right there.”
He eagerly stimulated my pink pearl. Against the apex of my entryway I could feel the fullness of his shaft and it was time to please Antonio. He had given so much and asked so little. I was ready and willing to please him. I quickly rolled off him and pushed him down onto his back.
“Baby,” he moaned.
“Shhhh, it is your turn,” I smiled, “Now roll over, and let me rub your back.”
I found some rose and lavender massage oil in my cousin’s nightstand. It had a warming affect. Nice! Lexi you little freak. I rubbed it into the palm of my hands and applied the lotion in long strokes across his body. I made circular motions starting from his spine to his sides.
“Hmm, Veronica, that feels so good. Oh that is it. Ouch!”
I couldn’t resist spanking his firm little butt.
“Hey you that really hurt,” he stammered.
I put my finger to his mouth and then pressed my wet lips against his ass. I slowly kissed each one of his cheeks while my fingers gently grasped and releasing his buns. I worked my way down his legs and calves.
“Will you forgive me,” I teased.
“Forgiven,” he groaned with pleasure.
“Now turn over.” I furtively begged.
He obeyed. I grabbed more of my cousin’s lotion, warmed it up and began rubbing his chest. I let my hands glide over his muscular stomach and down to his underwear. I moved my hands all around his member, but didn’t touch it. Of course he was dying for me to play with his vessel. The anticipation was unbearable for him.
I reversed direction and began slowly and lightly rubbing his face, his eyelids and his forehead. I watched his chest rise and fall. I put my ear to his chest listening to his rapid heartbeat. He was so excited and ready.
“Pull your pants off,” I commanded.
“Veronica, I want to touch you.”
“Do as I say,” I commanded.
He listened as he shimmed down his shorts and letting his enormous member to unfurl. His cock was thick and hard extending past his belly button. I slowly climbed him straddle him so that love flower touched his balls. I took my perfect breasts and rubbed my nipples across his nipples.
“Oh babe! I want you so badly,” he sighed.
“Yes, baby, but I need to taste you first.” I begged.
I pulled him forward and rolled off the bed so that I was on my knees. I slowly traced the delicate ridges of his left testicle between my thumb and finger and lightly tickled it with the pads of my fingers. I switched to the other testicle repeating my mantra.
“Veronica, Oh God, that feels so good!”
I held the base of his massive cock in my left hand and twisted his shaft in circular motions up and down like a corkscrew, not forgetting to massage the head of his shaft. I then used the palm of my hand and caressed the head of his pear shaped head. It felt like a velvet sword to my touch. I watched his toes flex as I pressed my lips against his cock.
His fingers wafted along my ass…dipping into my warm juicy and feminie devoid that ached for him.
“Veronica, yes that feels so good.” He whispered his breath wistfully.
I felt his hands cradle the back of my head. I thrust his heavy manhood and rapidly paddled his cock against my lips. My eyes flicked on his….adorning the way his jaw clenched beneath my savage touch.
I then flicked my tongue up and down his long shaft, flailing it against him like the tip of a feather, making sure to pay attention to his balls. I could taste the sweet salt on him, reminiscent of the oceanic lust. I then opened my mouth and blew lightly on the tip of his cock.
“Do you like this Antonio? ” I whispered.
“Oh yeah, suck me baby”
He grabbed a handful of my blonde locks with his left hand pulling me down deeper on to his throbbing cock. His manhood filled my mouth to great lengths. I sucked his sweet hardness enjoying the sounds of his moans and groans.
“Play with yourself, Victoria,” he commanded.
I obeyed and began touching my swollen folds tenderly. I was so wet that I easily inserted one of my fingers into myself while Antonio fucked my mouth. I could feel the smooth ridge of his head gliding in out of me.
Suddenly I felt his hand on mine. He gently pushed my finger away and inserted his large index finger into my vagina. My muscles contracted around his digit sending shockwaves throughout my body.
As he pulled me toward his lap, he inserted another finger in me. With both fingers he pulsated against my front vagina wall hitting my G spot.
“Oh My God, Antonio, Oh My God,” I screamed.
My entire body began to convulse uncontrollably. I had never had anyone hit that spot. Hell, I thought it was imaginary, but Antonio verified its reality. I arched my head back and felt my entire body quake and release.
“Baby, I am cumming, Oh my fucking God, I am cumming,” I squealed, my breath burning deep in my lungs.
He quickly lifted me up and slowly but his massive member inside of me. The sensation was overwhelming. My womanhood pulsated furtively around his cock. He stretched me to new limits. I, again, began having multiple orgasms as he began gliding his swollen scepter in and out of me. I literally began to beg for mercy. I felt as if I was going to lose all consciousness. No man had ever made me hit such high notes.
He rolled me onto my back and spread my legs wide, exposing my throbbing sex. His eyes adorned me, as his fingers massage my pink treasures. I watched as he fed me his magnificence, thrusting deeper and deeper into my sex. His hands squandered around my butt cheeks spreading them wide; He inserted his finger into my tiny virgin ass. The sensation sent me into a euphoric delirium. He gyrated harder, deeper, savagely, thrusting me with his pulsating thickness. My pussy oozed relententless, as his finger probed my ass. I could feel he was on the verge of exploding. His breath was lost in mine.
“Yes oh my God fuck me,” I begged. “I want to feel your hot cum explode inside of me.”
“O
h Veronica, I am going to—to” he groaned. His voice turned to wild groans of pleasure.
I suddenly felt his penis stiffen and began flexing wildly. As his sweet nectar pounded inside of me, my body shot into another orgasm, taking my breath away. My stomach rose up and down feverishly. His body mirrored mine.
“I can hardly breathe,” I panted.
“Me too,” Antonio echoed. With a devilish grin, he grabbed me and set me on his lap. Unbelievable, his furtive cock was still hard. He began to probe my perineum sending one more round of shock waves rippling through my body.
Antonio and I collapsed…breathless and giggling at our loves first touch. I was so comfortable around him. I felt like we had known each other a longtime. I couldn’t shake the feeling.