by Anna Collins
We got into bed with our backs to the one other while undressing. I felt him behind me with his heart beating wildly in his chest. I had no idea what he dreamed about, but I hoped it was about me. I needed him more than I could express in words. I didn’t know what kind of secrets he was keeping. I didn’t know there was really anything I could do to loosen his lips. He held me in his arms, and I could feel I was in the spotlight. Keeping my feeling from him was stupid considering my life was at the end of its rope.
Chapter 11
I had closed my eyes and needed an hour to recharge my batteries. I thought he was going to say something, but then he snuggled up behind me, both of us spooning. The Egyptian cotton was swaddling me like a new born baby. I knew I was right and I could hear it in his words he was keeping something from me. He was trying his best to let it out, but something was keeping him from doing so.
I didn’t want to pry, and after everything he had done for me, it seemed ungrateful for me to question his motives. I felt secure in his arms and the way his hands cupped my breasts had me anxious to start something of a fire between my legs. Everything we had done was small in comparison to the closeness I felt in the intimacy of the moment.
Before retiring, I once again spoke to Emily and found out she was surprised by the turnout. They were coming in droves, and word of mouth had spread through a local newspaper. I had a feeling I had my father to thank for bringing attention to my business. I had a surplus of designs. I thought I had more than enough, but I was starting to doubt that. I was worried demand was going to surpass inventory. It was a wonder I was even able to think about this at a time like this. My life was hanging by a thread, and I was grasping onto any insane idea I could find to give myself a fighting chance.
I had made amends with my father, burying the hatchet and actually speaking after two years of solitude and silence. It was so easy and yet the hardest thing I had ever done in my life. That man was stubborn, but underneath it all, he still loved me with all of his heart. I had tried to hold onto his memory, but it wasn’t enough, and thankfully, this illness had given me a reason to look past any of the bad blood between us.
Tristan was moaning in his sleep, and the excitement of what he was dreaming about was now bleeding out into reality. His member was nicely stuffed in between my cheeks. I had taken off everything but my panties and bra. It felt nice to be this close to him and yet know his cock was still pretty much a mystery to other parts of my body. I had already tasted the product of my lust, and I had done so under the pretense I was this close to putting my foot in the grave. I wouldn’t have done anything so bold in my life. That was taking a trip down a road I had never ventured before.
“I don’t know if you can hear me, Tristan. I never had to put my trust in anybody. You have gone out of your way to make me feel like I have a chance. I don’t know how much of that is only wishful thinking, but I’m grateful nonetheless you have been here to shoulder the burden of my poisoning. I’m sorry I took advantage of you. It was one of those spur the moment deals. In the silence of the night, my mind was clear as day, and I saw you as a way to forget about my problems,” I said with him still squeezing my breasts, making my nipples hard.
“I thought I knew what love was with Jessica, but I was wrong. I’m not going to scare you by saying those three words. There’s just something about you that sticks with me with every step I make. I’m glad I’m here with you. I wouldn’t even want to wish Spencer’s eccentric ways on my enemies. It won’t be long before we put this all behind us. We might have to put ourselves out there. We can’t show Spencer we are afraid otherwise he will grab onto it like a dog on a bone,” Tristan said from behind me, with his hot breath causing tingles of excitement to run up and down my lower extremities.
“When I first found out I was dying, I almost gave up, but then I realized I had too much to live for. I have too much I haven’t done. This poison made it painfully clear I was letting life pass me by. Doing that to you was wrong, and you have my sincere apologies. I shouldn’t have done it without your permission. Something tells me you would have been more responsive had you been there without the liquor flowing through your veins,” I said feeling like a heel, but also touching my lips, remembering the way his shaft repeatedly drove into my mouth.
“As time goes by, I do remember more of what we did together. It’s mostly just fragments of memories, but they are vivid. They bring with them feelings I have never had with any other woman,” Tristan said as his words lured me back into slumber with his hands crawling down my bare midriff.
I didn’t try to stop him as he found one finger pushing past the resistance of my panties. I was half asleep, but I still understood how he felt this was leveling the playing field. I wondered how far he would go to make me feel the kind of pleasure I had given him. It wouldn’t be in the same way, and a man really doesn’t know what a woman goes through when they have the big one.
I had my eyes closed, and I could feel his finger making its way slowly between my lips. He made me gasp as he inserted one more finger to go along with the one already inside me. I wasn’t sure if he was preparing me for the thing which was right now pumping with renewed energy behind me.
“I don’t mind telling you I have been having these thoughts about you from the moment you went down on me when I was drunk. Thoughts keep coming back and putting the pieces together is like one naughty jigsaw puzzle that would make an old lady at a retirement home blush. I know you can feel those two fingers and the third one will mimic the very thing you had consumed down to the balls. It’s a reminder for when we have more time to enjoy each other’s bodies. In the meantime, I think I can take the edge off if you are amenable,” Tristan said as I pushed back against him to get all three of those fingers
“If what I just did there…doesn’t tell you what you need to know, then you really are an oblivious man. I thought you were better than that. My temperature is rising, and it’s burning right through to my soul. I’m already on fire for you, and that’s pretty damn clear from the way my hole is scorching your fingertips,” I said as I joined him with movements of my body, making it easier for him to slide in and out on my sticky residue.
“I might be oblivious to most things, but a woman’s needs are not one of them. Those flames you are talking about are licking my body. It’s sometimes hard to breathe when I’m around you. I can only ask you to give me a bit of mercy,” Tristan said as those three fingers began to get a little bit faster with the friction of that come hither motion inside me drawing the very breath from my body.
“I have been wondering how long it was going to take you…take you…to do something like this. I wasn’t sure how I was going to…react, but I think you can tell it has been favorable. You can feel it in the air. I don’t want you to be a gentleman. I want something more substantial than what you’re doing. Show me you are not the missionary kind of guy,” I said rapidly approaching the nirvana of my sexual release.
“You are going to need a little bit more to push you over the edge. I don’t claim to know everything there is to know about a woman’s body, but I think I know enough to give you what you want. Let me show you what I mean, and you can be the judge for yourself,” Tristan said as the slapping of his palm up against my mound was not exactly a subtle reminder of how he was moving this along at breakneck speed.
He touched me on the very spot women everywhere can attest is the key to the orgasm that changed everything. My body was sexually charged with the electricity in the air. It had been caused by the way he manipulated my flesh for his own purposes.
Touching me like this was as if he was asking for trouble. My eyes grew wide and my mouth parted with sexual words which were going to fuel him into bringing me the most pleasure from this escapade. The heat in the room had turned into waves of energy I could literally touch. He made me nervous and having him near me like this caused me to see him in a different light. We didn’t have to keep this platonic. We could have some fun, but w
hat fun was when I was dealing with my imminent death?
“You don’t have to fight it. You know you are already speaking my language. Show me the woman who has captured my fascination in more ways than one. Let yourself feel the moment of truth and revel in it like it’s going to be your last time. Think of it like it is. There can be variety in the way we can supply each other with this feeling of complete bliss,” Tristan said as he rubbed my clit and had me screaming into the hand he had placed over my mouth to avoid anybody hearing my outburst of pleasure.
If I could have screamed, I’m sure people would think they needed to run and take cover and that somebody was killing another human being. But then again, it was possible they could get a real kick out of hearing our exchange of pleasantries. They would look at their respective partners and race for the nearest surface to express their feelings.
The thunder between my thighs was raging out of control. I was struck profoundly by the intensity of my orgasm. He did not let go the entire time, showing incredible restraint not fucking me after such a great job priming me for something more than his fingers.
I came deeply and heavily with those feelings pushing me beyond what I thought was common sense. I could feel him touching me with his knob, sticky with a string which stuck to me. I loved the way he looked and the way that he smiled. I was so hot for him, but I had no idea where we would be tomorrow. Would we feel the same way in the morning, or were we just playing a dangerous game that could end up with both or one of us feeling neglected in some way?
I had to wait and see to find out if this was the best I had ever had. It was right up there at the top of my list. I didn’t know if there was anything needed to be said. I liked his style. He was a little shy and introverted, but I could work with that. He didn’t say much, and he had sequestered himself to loneliness only to find a woman who was about to show him the love and affection he deserved.
I finally had one last tremor, as he stuck the fingers, which were inside me, into my mouth. I thought it was a bit brazen, but I couldn’t deny the taste of my own juices was causing my legs to shiver with the very thought of his cock covered in the same stuff.
He was touching my neck with the tip of his tongue. It made me even much more ravenous to clean his every finger. “I have to tell you the last couple of days have been interesting, to say the least. If I thought you would be satisfied with a quickie, I would get it over with right now. It’s almost six, and Spencer will be expecting us to arrive on time and not fashionably late,” Tristan said as he flung the sheets off us, leaving us staring at each other with hungry eyes.
His fingers had slipped from my mouth, and my tongue was trying to grasp onto the phantom taste which wasn’t there anymore. I stuck my tongue into the air, trying to find a semblance of what it was that had captured my attention. I didn’t have to show the heat of my loins. The streak of my juices down the inside of my thighs told more than any words coming from my mouth.
“You have an amazing technique and one I’m sure you have shared with others. I do hope I’m not out of line saying your experience is a bit unnerving. It’s like you are bragging, but being with many women is not something you should be proud of. I’m not like that. I just think I’m a little bit more selective in who I choose to bring to my bed. You might believe you are a magic carpet ride, but for me, it’s your words that seduce me before anything else,” I said while putting my clothes on and looking more presentable; as if I hadn’t just been finger fucked to heaven’s gates and back.
“What you need to do is close your eyes and look inside yourself. Be the one who is the life of the party and not the wallpaper sitting there, watching people act stupid. I have been guilty of it myself. You don’t know that much about me, and I’ve kept things private for a reason. I don’t want to get hurt. You feel the same way, but maybe not so much now. You’re willing to take a chance because you don’t think you have tomorrow to look forward to. The future is now, and there’s no point letting a moment pass you by without doing something about it,” Tristan said playing on the fact I was not exactly shy about my affection.
“I’ll have you know if I didn’t want to be with you I wouldn’t. It’s not like I’m just grasping onto any man, letting our passions unfold in a destructive one time moment of pleasure. I’m not usually this open when it comes to my own pleasure. I find you very attractive. I’m usually not this easy to make a good first impression on. You make me forget about everything. That’s a gift in itself, and I need it right about now. It’s up to you, but I don’t see there’s any reason why we can’t be more than just friends,” I said thinking I was laying my heart before him, but not exactly in the way I intended.
The one thing that made me forget everything was attached to his body. It wasn’t just the appendage which swung heavily between his legs and had me at a loss for words. It was also the conviction and his need to protect me. He wanted to cure me of what was taking its toll. I had to remind myself to be close to him and not let myself feel fear gripping my throat.
“This place would make for an interesting footnote in homes and gardens. The grounds are immaculate, and they have been taken great care of. I saw Spencer out there tending to it himself with a pair of pruning shears,” I said with a neon light shining brightly upon the glow of my skin from the way he had turned me into a puppet for his own sexual amusement.
“I’m sorry you have to go through this, but I’m glad we were able to meet. You make me wonder why I decided to take myself out of the dating pool. In some small way, I believe Jessica and our time together made me hesitant to take a chance again. I was mistaken in the way that we felt about one another. She just wanted a man to be there for those occasions necessary to have a man in her life. She has repeatedly expressed sex was great. There was no substitute for the real thing,” Tristan said as we both headed towards the door with a certain curiosity to what would be on the menu. I wanted something to eat, and it wasn’t necessarily food. It was wrong to think like this, but I couldn’t help it. Looking at him was only making the hunger grow.
Chapter 12
The table was of Victorian age. The gloomy atmosphere really had me thinking we were going to be served on a silver platter. I didn’t think he was a cannibal, but you never knew what kind of dark desires lurked within a man’s soul. He was still dressed in a white suit, not a stain to be had even though he was traipsing around in the garden. It must have been a small respite from the never ending pills he had to take every hour on the hour.
Leslie cleared her throat, sitting there on the other side of the table as if she was about to have somebody beheaded. We all waited in silence with only the sound of our breathing echoing in the room. The sound of footsteps alerted us to dinner being served. It would appear Spencer had taken a creative license and was putting on a show. I could smell something delicious, and I had to close my eyes and draw the essence of the food into my body.
“I don’t even know what this is. I’ve allowed Ramon to surprise me with some of his local favorites. I think he was a little surprised by my request, as I have always been stuck in my ways. However, I thought I could try something different this time,” Spencer said as we all lifted the lids off our tray at the same time to reveal a stew-like mixture which had a medley of different spices that helped to make it so much more palatable.
“I can tell you this is a local stew. I have always been an admirer of other cultures. I’ve tried to live my life trying new things. Some cultures indulge in practices no exactly sanitary, but it has never made me unwilling to taste those creations made from recipes passed down from one generation to the next. I like to think I’m a renaissance kind of man. I may not look like it on paper, but you can never be too sure about what anybody does. You never know what somebody is capable of until they are forced to face some undeniable truths,” Tristan said with a faraway look in his eyes as if was away from home and traveling was the worst and the best time of his life.
“I might be getting u
p there in age, but I have done my best to surround myself with only those who understand what I’m going through. I fight against it every day and sometimes with better results than the ones I was hoping for. I do have my bad days when I wallow in self-pity and let the darkness swallow me whole, but I pull myself out being grateful to be alive with a woman I care for,” Spencer said as he looked across the table into Leslie’s eyes.
“You don’t know this, but you saved me from a fate worse than death. My license was revoked and practicing medicine has always been my life. I didn’t know what I was going to do, but then god’s words spoke to me. He closed one door but opened a window by having you approach me. My work has never been more fulfilling. I won’t let this go, and I’m determined to give both of you a clean bill of health,” Leslie said as we all ate with sounds of enjoyment coming from our lips with each bite.
“I came here because I heard good things coming from the medical Grapevine. They claimed you were diligent, thoughtful and never let anybody stand in your way of doing what came naturally. Your dedication to your work is infectious. I stood and watched you from afar, never wanting to interfere, but still wanting to watch your mind at work,” Spencer said as he drank red Bordeaux from his wineglass; it had a fine body and a fragrance that tickled my nostrils.
