by Rachel Cade
She began to slide over the pedestal as he rammed inside her, the sweat from their bodies slicking the surface. She could hear the sound of their skin touching each time he came inside of her.
“Shit—Simon!” She continued to curse while he snatched her body toward him and back, in motion with his thrusts. “Oh my God, I can’t—” Her scream cut off the rest of her words as she slammed her eyelids shut and the world turned black, blue, and white.
Her legs trembled as her orgasm exploded, churning through her like a sandstorm spreading brilliantly to the tips of her limbs.
Simon let go of her, still deeply imbedded within her, and she slid back on pedestal, watching the lights blur over her head. The pedestal felt cold against her skin and she could feel the silk nightgown sticking to her. Simon slid his cock out of her almost to the tip. That tiny motion was done with such excruciating slowness that it drew a whimper from her. She pulled a hand up to her mouth. He leaned over her breasts, and his hair, some strands darker from perspiration, covered her top half like a mop of corn silk. His nose caressed her nipple before his mouth covered it. Lorna’s eyes rolled up and she arched slightly off the surface. Simon’s mouth was hot, wet, and perfect, intensifying the throbbing between her legs. He pressed back inside ever so slowly, and at that point, Lorna’s legs could not move.
Blue-green eyes bore down into hers as he lifted his face after grazing her nipple several times with his teeth. “You are so unbelievable,” he whispered, his eyes were so beautiful they seemed to shine as if lit from within. “I want to come inside of you now, is that okay?”
She stared at him briefly, at this magnificent creature joined so intimately with her, before nodding briskly.
He moved inside of her again, and she felt that now familiar heat lance her. She stared at him mesmerized watching as his oddly colored eyes slowly closed, the gentle strain on his face, the slight perspiration glistening his skin. Her breathing was shallow now as he moved within her with lightning speed, filling her completely, over and over. Simon’s mouth opened but nothing came out, he reached for her hands hissing a deep breath, then he shouted loudly. His face was red and when he opened his eyes it looked like he was seeing for the first time.
Blinking once and then again, he leaned forward and kissed her. “You know, we were only supposed to be here for an hour?”
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They dressed quickly. Lorna could barely look at him. She was scared because she didn’t know what was going to happen now. They cleaned and threw all the food containers out.
He looked at her several times and just smiled, one that she nervously returned. As they walked towards the doors, she looked around at the familiar displays. She knew regardless of what was to be their fate she would never look at Macy’s in quite the same way again.
Her heart was racing like a rabbit’s as they came closer to the front doors.
“Did you enjoy yourself, Lorna?”
She pursed her lips looking away from his knowing eyes. “Yes,” she murmured.
He made a slight noise and continued walking.
When they got outside, the cold wind made her want to shrink back. It was dark but the city was, of course, still full of people heading their respective ways.
She swallowed as she stared out into the street. “I--I did have a great time, Simon, thanks. Will I be seeing you?”
She saw his brows rise before he opened his mouth. “I…I am going to be going out of town so—”
Lorna felt her breath evaporate. “No problem,” she said quickly. “I better get going. It’s late.”
And she walked away.
He didn’t follow her.
The farther she got away, the more tears rolled down her face. She simultaneously tried to tell herself that this was the only way things could have ended, but she still couldn’t deal with it. For what reason would a guy like Simon be with her in the first place? She should have known better! She should have known! The second he talked to her for the first time she should have known he would break her heart.
Lorna stood on the corner wiping her eyes, so consumed in her own thoughts she was heedless of the few people that stared at her as she cried unabashed.
Everything that happened was now a memory, one that she would treasure. But that light, that wonderful light that had been in her life for such a short time was now dimmed forever. And she would go back to being that sad, lonely Lorna, lying in front of her stereo listening to music, fantasizing about a life she would never have. More tears fell, life was fucked up—it just wasn’t fair.
She was another stupid used girl, why weren’t women able to fuck and forget, like guys could? Why couldn’t they just detach sex from love the way a man could?
She opened her purse to look for change to get on the bus. Her eyes were so full of tears she couldn’t make out any of the contents. “Damn,” she mumbled.
Wiping her eyes, she started to dig around again. The she noticed something strange.
She saw a long white paper, pulling it out it looked like and envelope. When she opened it she realized it was a plane ticket. Her mind fuzzed over at first and she moved toward the open deli for light. Upon further inspection she saw it was an American Airlines Ticket to London, England.
Swallowing, she lowered the ticket, and she saw a familiar blond head peaking out of a cab window. Her mouth dropped open.
“So you wanna go?” Simon asked.
Leaning against the building’s door with her hand over her mouth, more tears fell like thick raindrops from her eyes. A car wanting to turn started to blow its horn behind his cab.
Simon nudged his head. “Come on.”
He opened the cab door and Lorna wiped her eyes several times before getting inside. The cab pulled off and back into traffic to stop at a red light.
If he noticed her tears he didn’t say anything, he just smiled in that way he had.
“You bastard,” she mumbled.
“Who me?” he asked innocently.
“Yeah, you.” She turned to him, her heart swelling at his beauty. “I thought you left me.”
He lifted the corner of his mouth. “Oh, little Lorna, you know I’d never do that.”
Simon placed his hand over hers and pulled her to him.
And in the crisply cold autumn night, Lorna never felt so warm.
About the Author
Rachel Cade enjoys writing and reading in her spare time. She’s also starting her own business and designs fashion sketches in her spare time.
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