Requiem

by London Saint James

  “My God,” he muttered. I knew it was not a curse as he said this. It was in worship for my body.

  As Cayden said the words, I thought the words. My God, was right. I found it hard to believe that I could really be here with this beautiful man, and he had every intention of making love me to me. What’s more, I would not stop him. I knew, without doubt the need to deal with my fears, but that could take place later. For now, however short our time, Cayden was with me.

  “Winter, you are so beautiful. Trust me when I say I have never seen anything so beautiful,” he said. Cayden’s teeth grazed the tip of my ear, his tongue followed. I felt his hands skim the entire surface of my body before he held my face in-between his hands. His eyes pierced me through. He held my gaze for an endless moment. “Are you sure about this?”

  I found my voice. “Yes,” I whispered. “I am sure.”

  I had never been more assured of anything in my life.

  Cayden’s two hands wrapped around my waist. My breath hitched with this long forgotten touch. He seemed to gasp, observing his hands. He moved his fingers as if testing something. It became obvious he could see his fingers touching each other.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Baby, you look so fragile, so small, so breakable within my hands,” he said.

  I smiled and touched the serious crease on his brow with my finger. “You won’t break me, Cayden.”

  He leaned down and brushed his lips across my cheek. “No,” he agreed, “but I am going to love you. I am going to love every delicate curve, tempting swell and every luscious piece of you tonight.”

  I want you to love me, and I wanted more than tonight.

  Cayden pulled me farther up into the middle of the bed, sliding me across the sheets with no effort. He brushed his hands down my cheek, my neck, my breasts, my stomach, and sinuously his mouth followed. I experienced him, pressing kisses upon me while his tongue wound its way over my ribs, down the curve of my stomach, around my navel. Cayden’s mouth moved down, inching lower.

  “I want to taste your perfection upon my tongue.” Cayden whispered against my inner thigh. He kissed my right thigh before running his tongue in a line up my leg. I shook. He kissed. “I have imagined how you would taste, dreamed of it. Can I taste you?”

  “Yes.” I said then I bit at my bottom lip, feeling his thumbs press into the flesh of my inner thighs.

  My body tensed with his first kiss which was placed firmly upon my intimate folds. Cayden had to notice my rigidity. He kissed me again and again, allowing me the sensation which was so very foreign yet so very familiar to me. It had been so long. I wanted to panic, but he continued with his soft kisses to my secret places until my back bowed with pleasure. I gave myself over to the feeling.

  “There,” he whispered. I heard a pleasing murmur echo from Cayden, feeling my surrender to his touch, to his mouth.

  My hands tangled into his hair. One of Cayden’s hands reached down. He wrapped his fingers around my ankle. Gently, he lifted my leg up past his head which centered between my thighs. I closed my eyes. My breath increased and the beat of my heart pounded. I was totally engulfed in the warm wetness of Cayden’s mouth and tongue. He found me pulsing for him. Cayden’s mouth made love to me slowly. His tongue moved against me like the warm trickle of water. He circled me, licked, caressed, nibbled, sucked.

  “Oh sweet God, you taste.” He lapped his tongue against me, sucking. “So damn good, better than my dreams.” His lips nuzzled my core.

  Oh holy…. I could not even continue with my thought. My mind was spiraling, spinning like a top, consumed in pleasure. I bloomed beneath his mouth, opening up to him. Heat shot through me. It felt like my blood turned to kerosene, and Cayden struck a match, igniting me. Cayden’s finger found me, circled my opening while his tongue circled above. I shook. Sounds of pleasure emanated from me. Cayden’s mouth became more eager, and I lost myself for a moment.

  I writhed against Cayden’s mouth as his tongue worked my sensitive flesh. I heard him. The sounds of enjoyment while he tasted me, dipping the tip of his tongue into the well of my desire before sliding his tongue up my slickness where he lapped against the hard tip of my joy. I felt his hands shimmer down my sides, over my hips, securing me with his hands to his face. He groaned, his mouth taking me without restraint.

  Pleasure eked from my trembling mouth. “Mmm….”

  “Ah…baby, yes,” Cayden encouraged.

  Cayden’s teeth found my plump pouting orb. He bit lightly. His lips sucked, pulling before his tongue laved me. He did it again. I trembled. He did it a third time. Pleasure covered me. My hips bucked. I wrenched upward. I quivered with bliss. An explosion rocked my being from the very center of my universe, up to my head, over my heaving chest, down through my loins, through my hips, legs, not even ending in my toes. It felt like every particle in my body detached, shooting outward in a burst of pure heat, surrounded within glimmering energy then came back into me with a whoosh.

  I breathed his name. It fell from my lips, “Cayden….” I shivered uncontrollably. “Oh God.” I released upon a tremulous breath. Cayden lifted his head from between my thighs. He looked at me with fire blazing in his eyes. He shimmied up my body. My hands grabbed at his waist. I earnestly tugged at the material which blocked him from me. “Cayden, make love to me. I need you to make love to me,” I said, gasping.

  “Wait,” Cayden said breathless, his lips glistening from my wetness. He kissed me deeply. I tasted myself on his mouth before he pulled back. “I don’t have protection.”

  “It’s okay. I can’t… I take….” I groaned and pulled at his waist unable to speak any further. I felt Cayden slip his finger between my legs. He slid up my wet folds. “Please,” I whimpered when his fingertip circled the tip between my woman’s flesh.

  “I want you, Winter.” His fingertip circled again. I arched into his touch. Rippling desire shot through me, vibrating. “God, how I want you. I want all of you, to feel you, to be deep inside of you.”

  “Cayden, I want you, too.” I touched the heat and firmness of him and felt my body buzz along with his in anticipation.

  With anxious speed, Cayden removed his jeans. The buttons on his jeans made a plink, plink, plink, plink sound as he pulled them free before the swoosh of the material when Cayden yanked off the denim. He threw them with a velocity. I heard his jeans hit the wall.

  “Come here,” I said. He complied.

  I brushed my hand along his impressive length. He groaned at my touch. Cayden enclosed his hand around mine while I stroked him. I placed my lips to Cayden’s muscular chest, licking, nibbling. I felt Cayden jerk, pulse within my palm. My thumb crossed over the pearl of glistening wetness which formed with my touch upon the tip of his manhood. I kissed my way down his body then tasted the broad head of him with one swipe of my tongue, lapping up the salty-sweet taste of him. The taste melted on my tongue. I wanted more.

  Cayden moved my hair back, holding it in his hand, allowing him full access to my face.

  “Damn…” he muttered.

  I slid my mouth over him, slowly taking him into me. I savored every perfect inch. “Mmm….” I murmured deep in my throat unable to stop myself, not wanting to be anywhere else in the world. I was here and the distance between us was done.

  Cayden’s head rocked back as he said, “Shit, that sound you just made.”

  I kissed the tip of him. Unable to stop, I allowed my tongue to sway over the long thick line of him, swirling around his penis in slow sensual movements before sliding up and down his shaft with my mouth. My hand then my lips found his testicles. He groaned a sound which both enticed me and excited me. I moved my hand to the base of him, holding him firm, keeping his gorgeous cock still. My mouth moved eagerly. I sucked and licked every silken inch of his hard flesh. I took him inside of me, as far as I could take him. When I felt him deep, I relaxed my throat.

  “Oh God.” He groaned and pumped his hips forward.

  I took him harder
, sucking him, enjoying the sensation of how much he filled me and reveled with the knowledge of the weight of him upon my tongue. I felt Cayden’s thumb brush against my cheek as I continued to suck.

  “Winter, baby.” He stopped me with his hand.

  I looked up at him from beneath my lashes. “What’s wrong?”

  He smiled and touched the middle of my plump lips. “Nothing’s wrong. It’s fantastic in fact, but I don’t want to come yet.”

  I smiled, flicked out my tongue and ran it up the underside of his penis, over the tip then placed a soft kiss there. Cayden’s body seemed to be rocked by this as if he could no longer maintain the control or the restraint he had been displaying. He pulled me into his body and placed his palm across the entirety of my inner thigh. His breath was labored. He spread my legs before moving in-between my wanting thighs. I wanted him more than life itself.

  “I can’t wait any longer. I need you, Winter. I have to have you, be inside of you.” He growled, low and hungry.

  Lightning shot through me striking to my very core with his words. “Cayden….”

  He pressed himself onto me. My two hands found an anchor upon his strong wide shoulders. I grabbed onto him and felt Cayden’s body buzz with desire. He moved himself to my opening with his hand before jolting my body with a sensation I had not experienced in sixteen long lonely years.

  “Ah….” I moaned at the awareness of Cayden. The tears streamed down my cheeks.

  I heard a low groan when he entered my body followed by, “God….”

  My body welcomed him, stretching, parting intimately for him. My inner muscles expanded with the first pleasure of possession within my tight opening. I knew he was working hard to keep control. I could feel the burn of his need as it roll through him.

  “Winter.” Cayden slowed his movement inching, throbbing, pulsing. “Winter.” Cayden said my name again while he pushed a little deeper into the warmth of my desire for him. “Winter…my Winter.” His voice vibrated in my ear.

  Cayden gently thrust a little deeper inside of me. Slowly, he pulled out with a low murmur of pleasure rolling from his mouth, which I could feel shudder against the tender flesh of my neck, my throat. My heart thrummed, my inner muscles flexed against him and held him tight within me. He groaned.

  I love him.

  He pushed. I curved myself upward to meet him. His body enveloped me, but he controlled his weight against me.

  Cayden skimmed his hand over my flushed face. “Are you okay?” he asked softly.

  I found my mouth and rasped. “Yes.”

  “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

  I shook my head. “No.”

  Cayden kissed the side of my mouth, glided his lips over my eyelids, and held himself still inside of me. He didn’t move, allowing us to be one.

  “You are my only desire.” He breathed before he moved again. “My every dream,” he whispered across my mouth.

  “Now.” I managed to say. “You won’t hurt me.”

  With a thrust, he plunged himself into the deepest point of my body. His pelvis pushed tight against my pelvis. I shook at the total penetration. Tears burst from my eyes again.

  “Oh….” My breath caught at the sensation. I could not decide if I should let myself go or hold parts of me, parts of my desire back. Who was I kidding. There was no going back. Even if I could not keep him, tonight he was mine.

  Cayden’s mouth rested at my ear. He held onto my shaking body.

  “Shh….” He soothed. “Everything is okay, Winter. Let yourself feel how real we are, how right we feel together.”

  I took in the sensation, his body inside of my body. I savored the burn, the feeling of being stretched, filled up completely as every point of our bodies touched, connected.

  “My Winter, my beautiful Winter.” Cayden said.

  “Kiss me,” I demanded hungrily. My fingers pressed into his shoulder blades.

  Cayden kissed me long and deeply. His body gave, and my body took. Give and take. Push and pull. The friction, the resistance, the pleasure rattled me. My restraint was being tested, stretched out thin as if I would burst. I needed Cayden. I wanted to give myself to him completely, no holding back but….

  “I have missed you,” Cayden said to me while he moved with my body in rhythm, loving me while kissing the tears from my cheeks.

  I have missed you too, my love, ran through my thoughts. I closed my eyes and held onto the words, the feeling, the truth which rang out and broke knowingly through my body.

  “I….” I muttered almost unintelligible.

  “It’s okay, Winter,” Cayden whispered, “Let me in, let me see you. Open your eyes, look at me.”

  And with his words, I did. When I opened my eyes I gazed up into the clear liquid blue eyes of my love, my life. It was like coming home. I allowed the wall I had built to conceal myself, to conceal my passion, my need, my burning desire, to fall, break apart, free me. The best I can explain is I awoke. I gave Cayden everything. My mind, my body, my heart and what had long been vacant…me. I offered Cayden Cain the woman who had died without him, lying dormant for sixteen years awaiting the impossibility of his arrival. I handed over the woman I found alive in his arms. The woman reflected in his eyes. I gave him, Winter Perri.

  Our body’s moved, twisted together. Everything in my world had changed. I lost all concept of time or place, totally taken over. Every memory from my past which should have flooded me did not. There was nothing here but Cayden. He was all I saw, felt, and everything I desired in this moment. All I ever wanted. Nothing felt wrong. No guilt, no shame, no ghost, only right.

  Cayden and I continued our dance, the beautiful ballet of movement between our bodies, never ceasing, moving together. Locked together as though we were always meant for each other. Cayden knew every part of my body, and I knew every part of his. We fit. We moved forever as the darkness outside the windows of the room shifted to a pale silvered pink light.

  “Cayden.” I moaned.

  He controlled his movements, pressing against my pelvis, looking at me, into my face, my eyes…. I could feel my body shake. He thrust. Rocked against me. The last of my restraint snapped, unleashing me.

  Cayden’s mouth moved to my mouth. He whispered his words across my lips, “It’s okay baby, I promise. Let go, give yourself to me.”

  As Cayden said this, my body was walloped with a crashing bolt of heat, lightning, unbridled pleasure. I clung to him and found myself constricting around him, pressing my nails into his back and crying out in delight.

  “Cayden…God!” I arched my body to take him deeper. “Don’t stop,” I pled.

  “That’s it, Winter.” He rolled, extending my body on top of his. “I won’t stop, baby.”

  He held me tight. His body never missed a single motion. Cayden answered every tingling sensation coursing through me. He became part of me, penetrating every portion of my mind, my soul, and my flesh. I was his, and God help me, somehow I had always been so.

  “Winter, my God, baby.” He groaned when I shifted forward, placing my hands on his shoulders. He moved deeper inside of me.

  “Aaa….”

  I felt him throb and pulse with harder deeper strokes so I pumped my body in time with his, riding his manhood, undulating, rocking, rolling my hips. I lifted up and came down upon him. My fingers bore into his flesh on his chest while my body rocked on his body. Cayden’s eyes flashed. I freed myself completely, giving him what he had ask for, giving him all of me, no longer holding anything back from him.

  Cayden’s hands were in my hair. They slid through the strands then over the bare flesh of my back before they came to rest upon my hips. He held my hips, moving with me. His body, his muscles: glorious and hard-working. I watched the sweat start at Cayden’s hairline, glistening like diamonds.

  He is…beautiful.

  “Cayden.” I wanted to tell him I loved him, but instead I bent forward. “You are beautiful, my Cayden.” I whispered the words across his lips una
ble to contain myself.

  He smiled. I moved to kiss him. “Am I?” he asked. “Yours?”

  I leaned down and placed my mouth to his mouth. I kissed him and felt the exquisite brush of his tongue against mine. My golden locket hit his chest, resting between the strength of his pectorals. My breasts followed. Goose flesh blossomed across his skin when my hair brushed over him. The sensation of my nipples rubbing against his smooth hard chest as we rocked in motion sent another ripple of heat through my body. I never wanted to stop.

  “Yes.” I breathed across his mouth. “As I am yours.”

  He smiled to rival the dawn and took my mouth in a deep probing kiss. Cayden’s hand moved between our connected bodies. He rubbed against me. I shifted back up and gazed down at him. Cayden looked up at me, my face, my eyes, with a heat, a pull, a connection I knew. God, it was a connection I understood. His pupils pulsed, widened, darkened and took over the brilliant blue. He stared into my eyes, removed his left hand from my hip, and kept his right hand pressed against me, against my jewel. He moved in perfect synchronization with his hand on me while he thrust hard inside of me.

  Cayden’s left hand came to my chest, my heart. I knew he could feel the beat of me. I positioned my hand to his chest, his heart, and felt the beat of him. We breathed and timed our breaths as we made love. We became one, completely. One breath, one movement, one beating, one flesh.

  “I can feel you, come for me.”

  “Cayden….” I gave him what he wanted, what I wanted.

  Another explosion hit my body. I moaned in ecstasy. If we had not awakened the household, it would be a miracle. My body tightened. My inner muscles squeezed against the hardness of his cock. He groaned, rose up from beneath me, never stopping. He placed his mouth to mine and drowned out the sounds of my pleasure before sounds of his own pleasure rocked him with a low rumble in his throat.

  “Don’t leave from me.” I breathed upon his mouth.