Was it a dream – Was it a lie
An illusion of a life so far away
A whisper of fate – A breathless sigh
Or a tiny spark in my lightless day
Frozen inside my love you found me
Broken heart in a world of pain
Shadow of the one I used to be
A shattered wolf, howling in the rain
Olivia, my heart’s on fire
Olivia calls out my name
Olivia, my burning desire
Olivia, my dying flame
Your eyes like a river they flowed
Love so strong in my aching soul
Blinded by greed this love you sold
Bound by lust – acting a role
Lying on the snow my heart is bleeding
Scent of betrayal lingers in the air
Pale moon through the trees is peeking
This lonely night is my cross to bear
Olivia, my heart’s on fire
Olivia calls out my name
Olivia, my burning desire
Olivia, my dying flame
With the echo of his last strum still lingering in the air, James opened his eyes, as Olivia pressed on the piano keys, one last time. The small audience burst into a long, loud round of applause that shook the bar to its core. Michelle and Helen cheered for them, with huge smiles on their faces, as the lights were lit. James looked down at Olivia. She had locked her gaze on his face. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, as her lips trembled. He pulled the guitar strap over his head and eased the instrument back into the stand, maintaining eye contact with her. James moved around his microphone and then the piano, as she slowly rose from her stool. Stopping in front of her, he wrapped his arms around her upper back and lifted her off her feet, as she let out a short, sweet gasp of surprise. Bringing her mouth up to his level, he pressed his lips against hers, as she circled her arms around his neck. Another, even louder round of applause filled their ears, as they got lost in a gentle, passionate kiss. James tasted her salty lips, holding her tight in his strong arms, as she caressed the back of his neck. He planted a short kiss on her cheek, sliding his right hand up her back, as she put her head on his shoulder.
“I love you.” Her sweet, feminine voice was broken, as she squeezed two tears out of her eyes, the woo hoos rocking the bar.
“I love you so much, baby...” He confessed, firming his grip on her back.
“I’m so sorry…” Olivia sniffled in his ear, smudging her tears against him.
“No more apologies,” James spoke in his baritone, gently easing her down on the floor. “Want to get out of here?”
He hadn’t even finished his sentence, when the crowd’s urgent request grabbed their attention.
“We want more! We want more!” They all cried. Olivia’s eyes glinted with amusement, whereas James did not seem to share her enthusiasm.
“I’d love that!” She yelled, smiling up at him. “But they’d hate you if we left. You belong to them. I can wait.”
Her simple conclusion put a smile on his face, as he gazed out into the audience. Still, James had a question.
“How did you get here?”
“I’ll explain to you later.” Her own smile widened. “Helen helped a lot. Go.”
James did not speak. He merely nodded to her, turned to his table and signaled to Michelle. Olivia and Helen hugged each other, as Michelle took her seat at the piano.
“Good evening everybody. Boy, it’s great to see a couple reunited, isn’t it?” She spoke through her microphone, as James positioned himself behind his.
“Yeah!” the audience said, in one voice.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” she laughed. “Anyway, tonight is dedicated to the man who turned my world around. I don’t know what I would do without him. You know him; he’s the hunky stud with that guitar around his neck: your very own, James Farrell.”
A smile of embarrassment spread across his face, as the crowd applauded once more. But James was too blissful to play another emotional ballad. Their roar of excitement had not subsided yet, when he started one of the most recognizable guitar introductions: Eric Clapton’s “Layla”. Most of the people in the audience rose from their seats, rhythmically clapping their hands, as his fingers danced all over the fret board. “Brown Oak” had become his playground; overflowing with joy, James was going to savor every minute of that night, with the woman of his dreams cheering for him.
In spite of Peterson’s suggestion, both he and Michelle seemed to enjoy this too much to even consider stopping. The ten songs turned into fifteen, and the fifteen turned into twenty. Finally, more than two hours later, the two musicians held hands and bowed before the crowd, with huge grins on their faces and waving at the people.
“Olivia’s back and I’ve just had the best time of my life. God, I feel born again…”
38
“Goodnight,” Helen chirped, kissing Olivia on the cheek. “James, take good care of her.”
“I will,” he assured her. “Okay,” he said, getting into his car. “Now, can you please tell me how you got here tonight?”
“Jesus,” she huffed with amusement, as he drove off. “Okay. After Helen told me about your meeting here, she came up with this…” Olivia paused. “Crazy plan: She’d convince you to drop by her place tonight and play some guitar for her. I’d show up and sing with you. I said: ‘Sure. I think he’s going to like that.’ But then, she got word from the bar owner’s daughter that you and Michelle were going to sing here. When Helen borrowed her from you, we had a little chat. She agreed to help me out. I was wrong about her.”
“I think I need to thank them both.” James sighed.
“I’ve missed you,” Olivia whispered, leaning over, gazing deep into his eyes. Reaching towards him, she cupped his cheek and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Resting her head on his shoulder, she closed her eyes and purred like a contented cat, as her hand slid down his neck.
“I’ve missed you, too,” he murmured, his voice low as he curled his arm around her shoulder. “I’ve missed your hair, your voice, your eyes, your kind heart, your body…”
“Mmm, which part?” she spoke, her voice husky as she caressed his chest over his shirt.
“All of it,” James replied, his baritone raspy as her featherlike touch sent his pulse racing.
“This feels so good,” Olivia muttered, as her hand reached his stomach. Tilting her head up, she laid a long, fiery kiss on his jawline, stroking his chiseled abs. A sigh of pleasure fled his lips, as his manhood twitched. “Keep talking,” she whispered, flicking her tongue under his earlobe.
“I can’t,” one more pleasurable sigh escaped him, as she cupped his balls through his pants. “Stop it. We’re going to crash.”
“No,” Her sexy voice forced a low groan out of him, as she squeezed his manhood. “Stop the car.” She urged, pulling his earlobe into her mouth. James eased onto the brakes and tilted his head back, savoring her sensual touch. Pulling over, he tightened his grip around her, as she unzipped his pants. Olivia used both hands to unbutton it, planting short kisses along his neck.
“Awww, you bad girl…” He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut, as she slipped her hand into his boxer shorts. His butt muscles flexed, as she wrapped her fingers around his hardening cock. “Can’t you wait?”
“No, baby,” she whimpered, squeezing it in her palm. Scooting down, she pulled it out of his boxers, stroking his groin at the same time. He let out a manly groan, sensing her hot lips on the cockhead. Olivia greedily pushed his cock into her mouth, moving her hand up and down his shaft. James ran his hand down her back, desperate to fill his hands with her flesh. But, he couldn’t; her skirt got in his way. He wouldn’t try to take it off of her. For now, he was content with cupping her butt cheek over it, feeling her hot, wet tongue sliding down his shaft. He put his free hand onto her head and threaded his fingers into her hair, as she took his manhood deeper and deeper down her throat.
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bsp; “Yeah…” another groan escaped him. “You’re so good at this, baby.”
“I love how hard you are,” she moaned, after pulling his manhood out of her mouth. “I want to make you come.”
“Do it.” he urged, his chest rising up and down as she flicked her tongue over the cockhead. Her fingers were soon soaked with precum, mixed with her saliva, as they dripped down his rock hard shaft. James couldn’t believe she was doing this to him, but the pleasure she was giving him was too hard to resist. Jerking his cock, she led it into her mouth once again, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him, her muffled moans driving him crazy with lust. James gathered her hair in his palm and pulled it gently, squeezing her butt cheeks one at a time. Releasing his cock, Olivia reached both arms behind her back and pulled her skirt up, exposing her ass. The sensation of her bare, juicy flesh sent him into overdrive. James grabbed and held onto her butt cheek, as she bobbed her head up and down his cock.
“I’m coming,” he groaned, feeling his juices rising up his shaft. Olivia leaned slightly back, removing her mouth from his cock.
“Yeah, baby!” She gasped, jerking it with both hands, just before a massive amount of semen spurted out of his quivering manhood. Three, thick streams of his juices landed on his pants and on his seat. James lay back, panting for breath, as she scooted up.
“I’m sorry,” Olivia whispered, kissing him on the cheek. “I just couldn’t help myself.”
“You’ll pay for this,” He said, his lips curling into a razor sharp smile, as he leaned forward.
“Really?” she uttered in a husky voice. “What do you have in mind?”
“Wait till we get home,” James stated. “You’ll see what I mean.”
39
The moon was high in the sky; the night, cold and starry, when James and Olivia arrived at his cabin. Holding hands, they walked beside each other, looking up in the sky. Just outside his front door, he turned and faced her.
“Look at that,” he said, his masculine voice low and deep.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered, as the moonlight reflected within her blissful eyes.
“You’re my moon. You’re my stars. You mean everything to me, Olivia,” James confessed, leaning over her, the fog from his breath clouding his vision. “You’ve been my inspiration ever since I saw you.”
The happy smile that spread across her glorious face was the answer he desired. Tilting his head down to meet her lips, he entwined his arms around her back and held her close. Olivia cupped his face in both of her hands, as their mouths joined in a long, tender kiss. Once again, her loving touch made his heart flutter, as the wind blew threw her silky hair. She caressed his skin, pressing herself into him, as her sweet kiss swept him off his feet. Olivia’s hair whipped against his cheeks, as she ran her thumbs across his cheekbones.
“What…” she whispered as she gently pulled back? “What could I say after that?”
“You don’t have to say anything,” he spoke in a soft tone while slowly opening his eyes. “Just kiss me the way you did: touch me; hold me; talk to me.”
“You’re my dream come true, baby,” Olivia confessed, as her lips started trembling, as she blinked back tears. “I tried to ruin your life and you…”
“Don’t do that,” he interrupted, shaking his head. “You didn’t know. You couldn’t know, okay?”
“Okay.” She nodded.
“Now, let’s go inside. You still haven’t paid for what you did earlier,” he teased her.
“Can that wait until I take a shower?” Olivia requested, as he released her from his hold. “I’m pretty beat.”
“Sure.” James smiled, unlocking his door.
“It just drives me crazy when I think about what we’ve been through, Olivia. I got arrested, questioned, we broke up, I got shot at… But none of these things matter, baby. I saw true love in your eyes. I heard it in your voice. You didn’t give up on us when I did. You insisted and now, you’re back. That’s what really matters…”
Starting a fire in the fireplace, he patiently waited for her to finish her shower. However, just a few minutes later, he heard something that both intrigued and turned him on: Olivia’s long, lustful whimpers. James got rid of his clothes and stormed into his bathroom. She had leaned against the back of the bathtub, with her legs spread. Water was streaming down her face and her body. Her right hand was on her clit, while her left one was on her breast.
“Punish me.” Olivia’s raspy sigh filled his bathroom, as she began to rub her erogenous zone in a circular motion. “Make me pay.”
James swaggered towards his bathtub, bent down and put his hands under her armpits. Looking down into her eyes, he pulled her warm, wet body upwards. In a split second, he felt it against his skin. He brought her mouth up to his level, as she put her hands on his shoulders, her playful, squeaky laughter filling his heart with joy. Olivia then curled her arms around his neck, as they got lost in one more, passionate, fervent kiss. Wrapping her long, shapely legs around his waist, she stroked the back of his neck, as his hands crept around her upper back.
“You’ll suffer,” He whispered in her mouth, as she ran her hands across his shoulders.
“Bring it on,” She teased, sinking her long fingernails into his flesh. James spoke no more. Tightening his grip, he turned around and walked out of his bathroom, as their kiss became even more demanding. He entered his bedroom and kicked the door shut, before easing her down onto his bed. Their tongues danced against each other, as he ran his hands down her midsection. Olivia squeezed his firm shoulders, biting his lower lip, as he stroked her hips. Feeling her hard nipples against his stiff chest, he trapped her upper lip between his own lips, as his right hand traveled further down her body. James sucked it into his mouth, caressing and stroking her upper outer thigh, as she slid her hands down his massive back.
“I want to taste you so bad,” he said, his manly voice filled with unbridled lust, as he squeezed her flesh.
“Oh, my God,” she whimpered, tilting her head back, as he laid another kiss on her chin. Her exposed neck beckoned, as she dragged her fingernails down his back. James’ hands moved up her body, as he planted short, quick kisses along her neck. As soon as they reached her breasts, he pressed them together and squeezed them, loving her long, pleasurable sighs in his ears. Nipping his way down her chest, he savored the sensation of her big, supple breasts in his palms, as she stroked his lower back. By now, thick drops of precum were already running down his large, throbbing shaft. James buried his face between her breasts, rubbing them against his cheeks. Olivia writhed beneath him, gliding her hands up his back, as he rolled both nipples between his fingers. James kissed the small gap between her breasts and moved his mouth to her right one, sensing her thigh muscles flexing faster and faster. He stuck his tongue out and kissed the area around her erogenous zone, as she dug her fingernails into his shoulder blades.
“Yeah, baby,” Olivia moaned, licking her upper lip. “Lick it. Lick it good.”
Without wasting any more time, he pulled her hard, swollen nipple into his mouth, as she held onto his shoulder blades. A gentle bite caused her legs to stiffen. She pressed her crotch against his groin, as he flicked his hot, moist tongue over her nipple, squeezing her other breast at the same time. Olivia ran both hands up his back and his neck and buried them into his hair, as James closed his lips around her erogenous zone. His passionate kiss made her bite her lower lip, as she grabbed fistfuls of his hair. He released her nipple and made his way down her body, as she put her legs back down on the bed.
James kissed his way down her stomach, her sexy moans audible over his kisses. Removing his hands from her breasts, he put them on her knees, as he reached her groin. Then, he stuck his tongue out, slowly sliding his hands up her inner thighs. The sweet scent of her pussy juices filled his nostrils, adding to his immense arousal. He didn’t stop, not even when the tip made contact with her hard, swollen clit. Instead, he chose to run it all the way down to her entrance,
collecting some of her juices.
“Oh, my God,” Olivia moaned, biting her lower lip. “Right there, baby.”
“You taste amazing,” James grunted, slipping his tongue up her pussy. He opened his eyes, eager to see her reaction. Happy from seeing the sexy smile that formed on her face, he closed them again, flicking his tongue across her clit. Pulling it into his mouth, he moved his fingers to her entrance, her moans getting louder and louder by the second. Olivia’s moisture drove him wild. Indeed, the tip of his middle finger got drenched in her juices and it was much lower than her entrance. He slid it up, making deliberate circles around her clit. By now, her hips were bucking up at his face. Trapping her erogenous zone between his lips, he slowly pushed his middle finger deep inside her dripping wet pussy.
“That’s it!” she groaned, jolting forward, as her hot, sticky juices began to flow down his finger. James felt her hand on his head, pressing him against her, as his finger and his tongue quenched her desire. Olivia threaded her fingers through his hair, her breath heavy as he worshipped her womanhood. But, he soon made it clear to her that this was only part of what he had in mind. He pulled his finger out of her, running his tongue down her pussy. Then, he took his hands off of her altogether, before placing them back on her stomach. The tip of his tongue teased her entrance, as his hands traveled up her body. Reaching her breasts, he squeezed them once more and pushed his tongue deep inside her pussy, sending her into realms of uncharted pleasure.
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