Part 14: Found
When the kiss finally ended after what seemed like an eternity, an eternity that both of them would have rather stayed trapped in, Miranda dropped her hand from his soft cheek and brought it together with Nick’s, which had dropped from her back to his side. She intertwined his fingers with his and they stood there for a moment, only caressing one another with their hands. She held onto it lightly as she slowly turned toward the house, the afternoon sunlight casting hi-lights in her dark brown hair. She looked back at him, beckoning him to follow her.
She lead him to the cottage. Slowly. They walked up the stairs. Each step taking them closer and closer to where they wanted to go.
Miranda’s bedroom was drenched in pale sunlight. She lead Nick to the bed and gently pushed him to sit on the edge. There he sat and looked only slightly up at her, his arms to his side, his hands resting on his thighs. She stood before him and meticulously began to remove her tank top, then her shorts. Nick’s eyes caressed her body as he watched in awe of this woman, this woman he was so devastatingly in love with, already beginning to take him inside of her.
When she began to remove her full black bikini top, Nick could resist no longer. His hands found her chest and he tenderly rubbed his hand from her stomach upward to her breast, finding the bud and rubbing it with his thumb, feeling her harden beneath his touch. He continued touching her as she whimpered only slightly, and then gasped as his mouth found the same path his hand had taken and he traced a line, softly kissing her over sensitive skin until his lips finally found her nipple and took it between them, lightly sucking and making Miranda ache everywhere, especially where she wanted him most.
His fingers quickly found the sides of her panties and he inserted a thumb into each side, removing them stingingly slow. Her body fluttered as she felt him so close, stroking the edges of her womanhood. When she was finally fully naked she was aware that he was fully clothed.
She couldn’t stand it. She needed to have him before her, naked, in all his luscious glory. She wanted to move her lips over every soft, creamy edge of his body, to taste him.
The removal of Nick’s clothing was much less meticulous. It hardly took any time at all. And finally he was there, hard and soft at the same time, his eyes in a hazy gaze of lust and love and everything else that was building up inside him, ready to ignite. She took his own nipple in her mouth, biting and tugging very gently. Nick let out the tiniest growl and lifted her head back upward, placing a wet, torturous kiss on her lips, in her mouth. His tongue was smooth as it prodded into her, showing her what he was capable of, the ecstasy he could crash her into with only a kiss.
She wanted his kiss everywhere.
He must have read her mind. Nick sank to his knees, dragging his hands down her sides, her body shuttering. He once again began to kiss her, gently pushing his tongue into her opening, responding to the way she moved, ran her hands through his hair, kneaded his arms with her fingers and nails, the way she moaned.
Miranda wanted to fall backward but somehow kept her balance. He continued to kiss her, his lips and tongue going deeper and deeper, she becoming moister and moister, hotter and hotter until she could stand it no longer and releasing, her body jolting and rattling. She knew she would have fallen if he hadn’t have stood up and taken her into his arms, pulling her down to the bed.
He traced his lips back upwards to her own, pushing his hand down firmer now, rubbing her body, bringing her back, making her want him all over again. Was this possible? From the way she was tingling again, she knew it was. His lips were on her neck, his teeth nibbled at the tips of her ears, his hands cupping her breasts once again. Nick put his hands in her dark hair and wrapped the strands around his fingers. The urgency stopped for a moment as he first kissed her forehead, then her nose, then her lips, lightly, lovingly, protectively.
She was lost in him.
And then he became lost in her.
As the sun began to set, he moved deeply in and out of her, on top of her, underneath of her, feeling her body surround him. Nick wondered how there could ever be pain in a world so beautiful as this one. The two of them surrounded one another and finally when they could take no more they collapsed into one another’s arms.
Nick lie there, resting his sweat soaked head on her moist, large breasts as she curled a piece of blond hair around her fingers and stroked his broad back. Neither of them had ever dreamed that such passion existed.
Miranda giggled when she heard a stomach growling? “Is that your or me?” She was not sure why she was whispering.
“Mmm.” Nick’s mouth was on her breast. “S’me.” He was still muffled, not wanting to move from where he was.
“Let’s go get something to eat.” She whispered to him again. He raised his head and smiled at her, the same genuine smile she had seen that first night at the club. She felt tingly all over, not the same tingly as before, that wonton lust and desire, but a sweet kind of tingle, the kind that told her she was in love with this man.
The two of them slowly stretched out of bed and began to make their way, naked, to the kitchen.
*****
Only the tiniest of sparks was needed. It traveled quickly through the wire and upward through the light that lit above the stove.
I sat in the corner of the room.
If he was ready, I was, too. It was his choice.
*****
Part 15
Spirit Guide
NinasFiction
NinasFeet
