Milan,
Italy in July isn't the best time of year for a visit. The temperature in July
is in the high eighties, humid, and there are frequent late afternoon
thunderstorms.
It
was because of one of those thunderstorms that Jeanie's flight was delayed. She
arrived too late to see The Boys' first show at the Forum.
By
the time she got to the Principe di Savoia Hotel she felt like she could hardly
walk she was so exhausted. All she wanted was a warm bath, a glass of wine and
a comfortable bed.
She'd
stayed at this luxury hotel once before. Maybe it was because she was in love,
but this time she truly appreciated the beauty of the stately old hotel. She
thought the hotel had been open since the 1920s. The decor was very 19th
century Lombard. Lavish. Opulent. Dark woods. Eclectic.
Jeanie
had no idea what time it really was. Her watch was still on Dallas time. All
she knew was that it was late. Her baggage was transported to her room while
she checked in. There were two messages waiting at the desk for her. Both were
from Kevin. The first read: I love you. The second read: I still love you. She
smiled and tucked them into her pocket.
As
she opened the door, she noticed the lights were dimmed. That was odd
considering the porter had just delivered her luggage to her room. "He
could have at least left a light on," she grumbled, tired and cranky.
Jeanie
felt along the wall for a light switch. Still unable to locate one, she stepped
into the darkened room. She had taken one step in when a man covered her mouth
with his large hand to keep her from screaming. He eased her back against the
wall, shutting the door with his foot.
She
was momentarily terrified, that was, until he leaned close to her. She could
smell his cologne...D&G Pour Homme. "Kevin Richardson!" she
mumbled beneath his hand.
"Lady,
be sweet and I won't hurt you," he grumbled, his Kentucky accent thick.
Kevin removed his hand and Jeanie stood perfectly still, his muscular body
pinning her tiny frame up against the wall. She wanted to be mad at him for
scaring her, but more than that she wanted to play along with his game. It had
been so long since she'd felt him, tasted him, made love to him.
Kevin
tore at her cotton blouse, popping the buttons off the front and buried his
face between her breasts. Jeanie grabbed his dark hair and closed her eyes and
his gently bit into her neck. Kevin was playing rough, rougher than usual, but
she didn't care. Not tonight.
He
picked her up and carried her to the massive antique bed. Removing her blouse
and bra, he loosely tied her tiny wrists to the headboard using silk scarves.
She couldn't take her eyes off him as he removed the rest of her clothes. His
laser green eyes were glassy and wild with desire.
Kevin
stood over her and undressed. Her would not permit her to speak, threatening to
gag her if she said even a word. Her forced silence heightened her erotic
anticipation. He poured a glass of wine and took a sip.
"Are
you thirsty?" his voice was deep and throaty. "A sip?" She
nodded, almost scared to even move. He brought the glass close to her parted
lips, but instead let the wine drizzle between her breasts causing her to gasp
as the cold liquid hit her.
"Uh-uh...what
did I tell you?" he grinned devilishly. He held one hand over her mouth
and with his other hand poured tiny rivers of wine over her stomach and pubic
area. She shuddered.
He
set the glass on the nearby table and began to lap the wine from her stomach
and breasts. She tugged on the restraints. His tongue was driving her wild. She
wriggled and writhed under him, trying desperately to break free. She wanted so
badly to moan or say something...anything.
Kevin
continued to tease her. He knew full well how badly she wanted to pleasure him.
She opened her mouth, praying he would let her just taste him. He laughed and
pulled away and began stroking himself, taunting her.
She
closed her eyes and turned her head. She needed him. She needed his love. Her
every nerve felt as if it was exposed. All the months wondering who he was
seeing and wondering what he was doing, smiling and denying to world that he
was loving another woman, but knowing somewhere deep in her heart that he
was...it all flooded her senses. Tears welled in her green eyes...all she'd
wanted to do was say, I love you.
Kevin
had never actually seen Jeanie cry. Horrified, he quickly untied her, cradling
her in his arms. "Oh God, Jeanie, I'm sorry..." he kissed her over
and over, rocking her back and forth. "Oh baby, it was just a game, I'm
sorry."
She
sniffled, "It's okay...I just love you so much."
"I
know you do...I love you, too. What's wrong, baby?"
She
buried her face in his smooth chest and cried. "After so long without
you...I couldn't stand not even being able to tell you I love you." Kevin
stroked her hair. She pulled back and their green eyes locked in tearful, heart
wrenching gaze. "Kevin, every single day, I love you. But every single
day, I live on the edges of your heart."
Tears
streamed down Kevin's cheeks. He gently laid her back down and kissed her sweet
mouth. Then he made love to her. He loved her as if his very life depended on
it. As if they wouldn't have another day together...as if every touch, every
kiss, every tumultuous orgasm together would be their very last. Kevin made
love to Jeanie until they were both totally spent and exhausted.
Like
bittersweet gentle tears, the rain continued to fall on the piazza below. As
she drifted into peaceful, much-need sleep cradled in her lover's strong arms,
Jeanie's last thought was...I'm living on the edges of your heart...
~~~ you are my fire...the one desire ~~~