Arizona Skies: The Muse

by S. Cruz

  “This is where our next chapter began,” I said to John.

  “That’s right, Jess,” John said, slapping my shoulder as he followed me out the door. We stayed on deck to enjoy one last sunset; it was a breathtaking view. The stars seemed so big in the sky, and the ocean went on as far as the eye could see. I held Bailey in my arms, kissing her; the stars felt like they shone just for us. A shooting star went across the night sky, so Bailey and I made a wish on it.

  My wish was for her to join me in Arizona; the next six months were going to be so damn lonely. We both had a lot to do, but the nights were going to be torture, trying to sleep alone again. When Bailey shivered, that was my cue to get her down below. I’d already made arrangements with Scott to have him stay in Shelly’s room so that we didn’t have to listen to them. When we got to my door, I put my hand over her eyes to surprise her. I was excited to see her open her gifts, hoping I’d gotten all the sizes right and eager to see her model everything.

  The look on her face when I pulled my hand away was reward enough. Of course, she gave me shit about spending money on her, but it gave me pleasure to shop for her, and I was sure she would reward me for my efforts. I told her I wanted her to model the lingerie for me, but when she opened that nightie, that was the one I desperately wanted to see her in. The look on her face when she opened the computer was worth the price. I’d done good!

  I felt that I’d gotten to know this girl extremely well in the past six days. She was happy and catapulted herself into my arms. I confessed that I was horny and helped her out of that beautiful red dress. She surprised me with red thong underwear underneath. Holy shit, if I’d known what she had on underneath, I’d have dragged her from the celebration hours ago and had her naked in my bed. She stood there looking at me with this sensuous smile on her face, turning her body around so I could see all the angles. Pulling my cell out of my pocket, I clicked a quick picture while her back was turned. She reached over to unbutton my vest, and then started on my shirt. I watched her concentrate on my zipper as her hand caressed my cock through the denim.

  That did it; I grabbed her and threw her against the wall. I needed to hear her tell me what she wanted. I hadn’t heard her swear very much, and the thought of an erotic word coming out of her mouth turned me on. As I stripped that sexy underwear off her, I told her to tell me what she wanted. She looked confused, but I needed to hear it.

  “Tell me what you want,” I asked again. I knew she wanted me by her erratic breathing. She looked at me for what seemed like an eternity before she realized what I was asking for.

  When “Fuck me” came out of her mouth, my body was shaking with desire.

  This was going to be fast and furious; I was too worked up to be gentle. I warned her as I spread her legs and plunged into her. She was ready for me, clawing and sucking me into her beautiful body. I loved how receptive she was to my touch. I was an animal; those two words coming out of her mouth were just what I wanted to hear. I knew I wasn’t going to last long, so I reached between us to rub her clit. She was already there, and with a low moan, she came. Music to my ears!

  Watching her climax sent me over the edge. I came growling out my release, holding her so tight to my body that I wasn’t sure where she began and I ended. When I opened my eyes, she was watching me, those brown eyes looking into my soul. I couldn’t breathe and pulled away to get some air. It felt like I’d just run five miles on the track.

  “Bailey, what do you do to me?” I said, catching my breath as she gently stroked my back. She smiled as I took in her naked body on full display for my viewing pleasure. Damn, she was beautiful; with those long legs and that dark-brown hair so long it almost touched her ass. “That’s pretty,” I said, reaching up to pull that comb out of her hair.

  “Shelly gave to me, I think as a makeup gift,” she said, pulling the ponytail out of the back of her hair. She ran her fingers through her long tresses, shaking her head so her hair made a dark frame around her beautiful face. I set the comb on the dresser and started cleaning off the bed.

  “Here, put this on,” I said, handing her the nightie. She smiled as she wiggled into the little panties, pulling them over her wet pussy. The moisture began to soak through the white fabric; that sight made me hard again. I’d made her ask for sex tonight and liked it when she said “fuck”; it turned me on. I wanted to hear more, and when she walked toward me, I took another picture. She hadn’t been aware I’d been taking pictures, but tonight I made sure she was. Full disclosure.

  I wanted to have a talk with her; she’d been so shy, never telling me if she liked everything we did. I needed to hear from her lips what she liked. I wanted her to open up so that I wasn’t always guessing, needing her to tell me. She had been aggressive a couple times, initiating sex, and I loved it, but only after having liquid courage.

  I laid her down and started touching her, asking as I touched her if she liked it. She answered honestly, only blushing a couple times. But she blew my mind when she turned things around and started asking me questions. God, I loved this woman, totally and completely. This had to be what John meant when he said I’d understand when I met the right girl.

  God damn, I finally got it!

  We made love again, slowly touching and kissing every inch of each other’s bodies. She was with me all the way; I loved that about her.

  I wanted to let her know all the ways we’d had sex and started to list them. She blushed as I listed all the carnal ways we’d been together. She’d learned a lot since we’d met. I was anxious to teach her more, but I had to let her rest. Late nights were my lifestyle, not hers. I knew she was tired, so I tucked her into my chest and covered her up.

  The sound of her slow and steady breathing was so comforting to me. My mind was racing a million miles a minute; only a few hours, and I’d be watching her walk away. I couldn’t sleep, and I held her until I was sure she was sound asleep. I rolled off the bed to use the bathroom. I looked in the mirror at my reflection; my face was flushed and my hair all messy. I looked happy and contented. I liked that look a lot. I propped a pillow against the headboard and watched her sleep. Picking up my phone, I scanned through the pictures I’d taken of her, but there was one I hadn’t gotten yet. I knew she wouldn’t approve, but I had to have it.

  I slowly pulled the sheet off her body. Some strands of hair fell across her face, and the rest was fanned out behind her. My God, she was stunning. Her body was slim, with long legs, one stretched out and the other bent, just showing a hint of pubic hair. Her breast was just caressing the sheet, with her arm curved along her hip, the other tucked under the pillow. I started clicking pictures at different angles. I got one of her sexy ass, the way her backbone showed all the way down to the dimples just above her ass. Her shoulder blade stuck out where her arm curved under her head, and she had dimples on the backs of her shoulders; fuck, that was so damn sexy. I reached back to touch the back of my shoulder—nope, no dimples there, only on my face.

  She looked so beautiful, completely relaxed, with her mouth slightly open and long, dark eyelashes on her cheek. How did I ever get so lucky?

  I wondered how the hell she had managed to stay a virgin all these years. Why hadn’t any man seen her beauty? I saw it immediately even from twenty feet away. I didn’t get it. My cock grew with every picture I took; I had one more time. She turned me on more than any woman I’d ever been with. I couldn’t get enough. While I waited for her to wake up, I closed my eyes to remember all our nights of hot sex. I was getting seriously turned on, but I made myself wait for her to wake up.

  I thought back to the night she gave up her virginity. I was so nervous; I wanted to do everything right. Her trusting eyes, that total surrender to me. I remembered that frightened look on her face when she was about to come. When I opened my eyes, her eyelids were fluttering, and she stretched her legs. I sat there waiting for her to notice I wasn’t next to her. She reached back and felt the empty spot, then looked around. I smiled when she spotted me
, keeping my knees up so she couldn’t see my hard cock. She looked around the room and at the clock, then noticed her naked body and saw the phone lying by my side.

  Smart girl that she was, she knew immediately what I’d been doing and brought up some valid points why I shouldn’t have naked pictures of her on my phone. I couldn’t lie to her; I told her I needed them when she was gone and I was alone. I knew she understood, and I promised her that if she moved to Arizona and lived with me, I’d delete them.

  Yeah, I resorted to bribery!

  I told her I had a surprise for her and dropped my knees, revealing my erection. She smiled and started to crawl on her hands and knees toward me. I couldn’t resist, and I took one more picture. I knew I was pushing my luck and tucked my phone under my pillow as I pulled her into my lap.

  I wanted her on top so I could watch her pleasure herself one more time. It was a very erotic scene that I’ll never forget. I brushed the hair out of her face and kissed her; then, holding her hips, I guided her down my cock. She closed her eyes and moaned when she slid all the way down.

  “Open your eyes, Bailey; I want to see you,” I said. She looked at me as she slid her arms around my shoulders and stroked my hair. “Move, baby,” I said impatiently. She rolled her hips, rocking back and forth on my cock. Now it was my turn to moan as I watched her stomach roll and her breasts bob up and down. I ran my hands up across her tight stomach and cupped her breasts, letting her take me at her own pace. I let her take her time, knowing it would be over in a hurry if I took charge. Surrender Sex was tough.

  My toes curled, and my body was on fire. I wanted to completely dominate her, but I resisted the urge and submitted to her. She wasn’t in a big hurry, and I suspected she was savoring every moment we had together. I watched her stunning body moving against mine; it was beyond any erotic dream I’d ever had. She rolled her head and picked up her long, brown hair, holding her arms above her head as she moved faster.

  “That’s it, baby; do what feels good,” I encouraged her.

  “Mmm…” she moaned with a slight smile.

  That did it; I finally couldn’t stand it anymore and grabbed her hips so I could grind my pelvis against her clit. She screamed as she came. I wrapped her in my arms and flipped us over. I’d held on enjoying the show as I watched her writhe and pump her body into climax. But now, it was my turn.

  “Tell me,” I said. “I want to hear you say it.”

  “Fuck me, Jesse,” she said in a breathless voice. This time she didn’t hesitate; she knew I needed to hear it, and her voice didn’t break.

  “Yes, ma’am,” I smiled at her.

  “Well, get to it,” she smirked.

  “Yes ma’am; where did my shy Bailey go?” I chuckled.

  “She wants her incredibly, sexy, hot, rocker boyfriend to get down to business, or do I have to do it all by myself?” she said, looking directly into my eyes. I liked this version of my angel.

  “No…you…do…not!” I said, kissing her between each word. She always surprised me. “I love you, Bailey Harris,” I smiled.

  “I love you, Jesse Greene,” she said, kissing me.

  This was going to end all too soon! A tear ran down my cheek as I nestled my head in her neck and started thrusting. She smelled of sex and orchids, and I wanted that smell all over me. The feel of those long fingers softly stroking my back and her hips rising to meet me with every thrust was pushing me into another explosive orgasm.

  She started talking to me just like I did to her, telling me how good I felt and how much she loved me. The dirtier she talked, the more I responded. I wanted to know everything she was feeling, and she told me.

  “Jesse, I’m close,” she whispered.

  “Me too, baby; hold on,” I groaned as I ground my pelvis into her, knowing that would give her that much-needed stimulation to climax.

  “Oh, Jesse,” she moaned.

  “That’s it, baby; let go,” I whispered.

  “Keep going,” she groaned.

  “Come for me, baby,” I said as she stiffened in my arms, her breath short and raspy, her nails digging into my back.

  “You feel so good,” she moaned.

  That slight bit of pain from her fingernails was what I needed to send me over the edge with her.

  “Bailey, you’re so incredible,” I groaned as she held me tight, pulsing and squeezing my cock for what seemed like an eternity. I collapsed on top of her.

  “So are you, Jesse,” she said, looking into my soul with those brown eyes. “I like Surrender Sex,” she moaned.

  “Any kind of sex with you is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced,” I said, kissing her.

  “Jesse, this felt more like Good-Bye Sex,” she said with tears in her eyes.

  “No…I’m never saying good-bye to you, honey.” I held her close while she cried, letting a few of my own tears fall as I kissed and nuzzled her neck. She was right; that was Good-Bye Sex; she knew it and I knew it.

  A cold shiver ran down my spine as reality crept in, and I realized she was right.

  “I love you, Bailey” was all I could say. This was it, the end!

  Twenty-Two

  Bailey

  Jesse and I took our last shower together, taking turns washing other. We took our time, savoring the last few minutes we had left. We didn’t talk very much—we didn’t have to; we’d said everything we felt in bed last night. I was never going to be the same because of him, and my heart ached with sadness realizing that this was our last time together.

  I dried off and dressed in one of Jesse’s T-shirts and shorts. They were big, but I didn’t care; they smelled of him. I had to go back to my room to get packed. He walked me back to my room with his arms full of my packages.

  “I’ll meet you for breakfast, sweetheart,” he said, stroking my face. I nodded, too choked up to speak. This was the last time we’d all be together; I was going to miss every one of those guys. He kissed me and quietly left my room. I slipped into some clean underwear, and just like clockwork, I heard that familiar knock at my door.

  “Shelly, come in,” I yelled, pulling out a pair of jeans.

  “Hey, you all right?” she asked, sitting on my bed.

  Her eyes were red, and her spunky side was subdued this morning. She was feeling sad too.

  “No, not really,” I said, wiping a tear.

  “Bailey, we have to be strong,” she said, swinging her feet back and forth. “Scott was a mess when he left me this morning, and I don’t want to cry anymore,” she sniffed.

  “Shelly, this is so damn hard,” I said.

  “Bailey,” she said, wrapping her arms around me. We both started to cry into each other’s shoulders. My heart was broken.

  “I’ve never been in love before, and this hurts so much,” I cried.

  “Me either, I feel like my heart is going to break in two. Honey, we have to hold each other together. Once we get home, we can drink ourselves into an alcohol-induced coma,” she said, sniffing and wiping her face.

  “Are you going to hold my head while I puke?” I smiled.

  “Honey, I always do. Listen, I’ll get packed and be back in half an hour to do your hair before we go for breakfast,” she said, wiping a tear.

  “OK, I’ll be ready,” I said, trying to give her a weak smile. I decided to keep Jesse’s shirt on because it smelled like him, so I knotted the front of it so it fit and just a little bit of my abdomen showed. I decided I wanted to keep the shirt as a reminder of our time together. I had to dry the front because Shelly got it all wet with tears, so I took out my hair dryer, blew it dry, and then dried my hair.

  I packed my suitcase with all the things he’d bought for me and zipped my beautiful gowns into my garment bag. I didn’t put a lot of makeup on; my eyes were already red, and I knew I wasn’t done crying. I’d probably never be done crying after today. My whole body ached with my need for him already. How was I going to survive being separated for the next three months? I wandered around my room ma
king sure I had everything. I put my plane ticket in my purse and pulled my jacket out of the closet to carry with me, because it was going to be cold when we landed in Philly. I sat on my bed in a fog when Shelly opened my door and slid back. Putting her hand on my shoulder, she startled me; I didn’t even hear her come in. She could be quiet when she wanted to. Taking my hand, she led me into the bathroom and put a few curls in the end of my hair. “How do you want it?” she asked.

  “Nothing fancy, just out of my face,” I said. She pulled the front back and secured it with my silver comb. I put in my turquoise studs and my necklace that Jesse got me. Sliding into my flats, I was ready. I piled my luggage on my bed and took one last look around the room before we left to go eat breakfast. There was a lot of memories in this small room.

  Shelly understood how I was feeling as I stood there looking around the room. She smiled her sad smile as we walked on deck toward the dining hall. Of course, Jesse and Scott were waiting against the wall for us. Scott wasn’t doing his usual crazy antics; he smiled and took her hand, quietly walking hand in hand to sit with John and Keith.

  “You OK, baby?” Jesse asked, hugging me. “My shirt looks good on you,” he smiled. I nodded, too upset to talk as he took my hand and I followed him into the room. John looked up from his coffee, smiled, and winked at me as I sat down across from him.