EXcapades

by Kay, Debra

  “And now it’s my turn.” I unbuttoned his shirt and slid his jeans off. His erection was pushing hard against his boxer briefs. And what a tantalizing sight he was.

  “Oh, Lila.”

  I caught myself staring at the huge bulge and touched his hard, thickening swell. “Is this where you keep your gun? And quite a large one, I must say.” And I slowly slid the briefs down his muscular legs.

  “Yes,” he laughed, “and I keep it fully loaded, so be careful.”

  I gave him a slight smile. I softly kissed his lips, and then slowly began trailing my tongue along his neck. I brushed my lips across his chest and his rock-solid abdomen muscles. I smiled up at him. “I’m curious if you’re as yummy as you look?”

  With that comment still lingering in the air, I reached for his hard penis and trailed my tongue across the length of its shaft with my hand cradling the base. “You are tasty.” I began licking the head of his penis as if it was an ice cream cone. “Impressive, too.” I winked at him.

  “He’s glad to see you.”

  “It’s so good to see my friend again.” I smiled as my hand closed tighter around his shaft and I rubbed up and down. His substantial length continued to grow. Magically, I felt in tune with his desire. I loved the salty taste of his skin—his lips, his chest, all of him.

  I stretched my lips across the ultrasensitive rim of his manliness and took him in my mouth. And I continued stroking his hard shaft as I sucked on the tip of his penis. He pushed himself toward me as I stroked him with my tongue. My mouth moved up and down. He pressed himself to the back of my throat. I sucked harder, pulling my cheeks in tight, and instantly feeling him clench his muscles.

  Increasing my rhythm, I sucked with more intensity. I squeezed firmly until he began to shudder in response. Before he lost total control, he stopped me. He pulled me close to him, pressed his lips into my cheek. “I need to be inside you. I want to make love to you again,” he said, his voice husky with desire. He was excited, like that young man I once knew.

  I could feel myself growing wet in anticipation. He had already caressed every inch of me that he could reach, but he wanted more. In that instant, he took me to a new degree of eagerness I had never experienced. Suddenly, I lost all my inhibitions.

  He groaned. “I’m hungry for you.” And even in the soft, muted light, his eyes glowed in a voracious stare. I could feel his virile energy igniting my skin.

  I couldn’t wait any longer. “Please make love to me. I want to feel you again,” I begged.

  He rolled with me until I was on my back. “I need you,” he said. He lifted my legs around him and slowly slid inside my welcoming haven.

  And when he slipped his throbbing cock deep inside my warm, wet folds, he whispered softly in my ear, “I feel heaven.”

  He looked into my eyes with a passion I had only dreamed of before now. When I whispered his name, I felt him sigh. For me, it was like the journey of my life ended, and I was finally home. I wondered if he felt the same—bliss.

  The waves continued to crash in the distance, and created night music that we moved to as one. While our bodies merged, we danced! And we danced!

  From somewhere within me, I found my internal gymnast when he lifted my legs. He placed my ankles on his shoulders so he could pump harder and deeper, just like we had done years ago. Thank goodness for yoga and Pilates.

  At that angle, he was able to penetrate places deep inside me that I didn’t think were possible. No feeling in the world compared to the pleasure his driving force brought to me. Although, for a brief second, I thought he might split me in two. This was like a Thanksgiving feast, and I was the wishbone. But I loved every second of his power and his strength. Secretly, I was giving thanks.

  Tears stung my eyes as if the intensity of the emotions seeped out of me. The stars blurred when my eyes filled with joyous tears. After all of these years apart, I did not want these sensations to end.

  I could feel his hard shaft pounding inside me as his thrusting rhythm increased. His guttural groans were primal and raw. I moaned underneath him, and felt my muscles clench around him.

  At the same instant, I found my eyes fluttering shut as I floated into a dreamlike state. But the expression in his eyes demanded that I stay in the moment that I gaze at him. It had been a long time since a man had looked at me that way with such a hunger. He groaned. I grabbed his buttocks as the incredible sensations built, until finally erupting inside me, bursting through me like an explosion. We cried out almost simultaneously, filling the night air with our passion.

  His energy flowed into me, bringing me back to life. I felt completely out of my mind, ecstatic. And within minutes, I was relaxed. We lay locked together, motionless in each other’s arms. He sighed. “Our bodies seem made for each other. It’s as if they remembered each other from years ago.”

  I nodded. “Could it really have been more than twenty years since we last touched?”

  “It felt so natural, like we had never stopped doing it,” he said.

  Even snuggling motionless, my face continued to stay flushed in the cool night air. He brushed my temples and looked deep into my eyes. His fingers continued stroking my shoulder, rubbing down my arm. Those soft caresses told me more than his words. I felt appreciated in his touch.

  “Do you feel it, too?” I whispered to him. “We’re connected. We’re linked somehow.”

  In the next instant, he smiled and pulled the thick blanket on top of us. He wrapped his arms tenderly around me, embracing me in warmth. I wanted to freeze this moment forever.

  Could this be what love feels like?

  His face softened. “I wanted to make love to you again, Lila, as soon as I saw you. I can’t tell you how often I thought about us being together again. I longed to be with you, and here you are snuggled next to me.”

  “This almost feels like a dream,” I said.

  “I hope this is the first of many special times for us.”

  That is music to my ears.

  “I’m glad to be back in your arms,” I whispered. And then I nestled my head against his chest, basking in the peaceful serenity of our afterglow, and watching the last of the dancing flames. We were silent and took in the wonders of the night as we listened to the crash of the waves, almost hypnotized by the rhythmic pace. The once-crackling fire had burned down to embers, but still emanated warmth.

  For the first time in as long as I could remember, everything seemed at peace. I closed my eyes. As he held me tightly, I couldn’t help thinking that I never wanted this night to end. I did not want to open my eyes and maybe see it slip away. I enjoyed his body heat pressed against me, shielding me from the nip in the air. I smiled as sleep was taking me at last.

  “I missed you,” he said.

  “I missed you, too,” I whispered and then peacefully drifted off into more dreams of passion with Blake.

  That was the last thing I remembered.

  In the distance, I heard the sound of a dog barking. With a sudden jolt, my eyes popped open. I looked around, disoriented. Light flickered through my rapidly blinking eyelids, although they adjusted quickly to the glare. I could see an elevated yellow fireball in the sky. And there we lay wrapped in blankets, nestled within the dunes, protected from the ocean air. I felt Blake’s body wrapped around me.

  At the same time, vivid images of our passion, our lust, flashed in bursts, like a strobe light, in my mind. What a night to remember! Simultaneously, the actual world seen through my eyes seemed to change. Recently, I had viewed everything on muted dim, as if in black and white. But now I felt startled by a breathtaking world—filled with vibrant, kaleidoscope colors; and the bright sunlight illuminated this wondrous awakening.

  Was there anything better than waking to the warmth of a strong body spooning against my back with his muscular arm draped over my stomach? Still on my side, I curled closer to him and pushed my bottom against his firm erection. His manliness felt long and hard . . . like an exclamation mark pressed in
to my buttocks.

  At the same time, I could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest and his soft breath against my neck. I turned my head slowly to look at him, but carefully, so as not to wake him. Much to my surprise, Blake’s entire face smiled down at me.

  He stroked my hair while my head nestled in the crook of his arm. The memories of the night before left me with a mixture of emotions. The bottom line was I felt invigorated and younger as if I lost fifteen years in one night. The look we exchanged made it seem as if we shared similar thoughts.

  With the sunrise, a new question arrived: Where do we go from here?

  This new feeling of vulnerability felt scary and powerful. Should I expose my feelings to him again? And should any of this really be mistaken for love?

  Blake interrupted our silence. “A penny for your thoughts.”

  “You can’t afford what’s going on in my mind right now,” I said. A second later, we both laughed knowingly.

  “I feel a little stunned, too. But not as much as I’ll feel if one of those beach walkers finds us lying here naked,” he said.

  “Awkward.”

  He laughed. “You’re right. Since I woke up starving, how about I make us one of my famous omelets?” he asked.

  I smiled. “Now that’s an offer I can’t refuse.”

  We stood up, dusted the sand from our bodies, and looked around at our clothes scattered in disarray. Quickly gathering our belongings, we dressed in our rumpled clothes. Before we left, we tossed sand on the remaining ash from the fire.

  In the distance, we could hear the sound of voices getting louder. But as we stepped over the dunes, we could see only a few people roaming the beach. And none appeared close. When we stepped out from our private enclave and down the side of the mass of sand, we were greeted with a gentle warm ocean breeze.

  Blake looked at me, and a wide grin spread across his face. Oh, how I wanted to wake to his smile every day. I held his stare and then glanced toward the ocean.

  And there we stood for a while, not speaking, but admiring the view. We took in the beauty of the rising sun glistening across the vast expanse of water. The waves broke white against the sand, crashing noisily in rhythmic repetition, and the incoming tide raced dangerously close to our feet. We ambled, hand-in-hand, along the wet, soft sand, making footprints where we stepped. Blake whistled happily.

  While we strolled along enjoying the powerful morning rays, I had numerous thoughts dancing in my head. They all focused on the glorious night I had just had with Blake. One thing was certain: I wanted to have him inside me again.

  We disappeared into the house and closed the door. Once inside, I showered while Blake prepared the feast. On the menu were omelets, strawberries, and fresh-squeezed orange juice. While we dined on the deck, we enjoyed the magnificent ocean view without a cloud in the sky.

  Nothing seemed the same for me today. Profound joy permeated my being. Food tasted more flavorful than it did yesterday. The splendors of nature astounded me. At this precise instant, all seemed right in the world.

  After finishing the last bite of my cheese omelet, my world began to shake apart. That too-familiar stabbing pain gripped my sides. Regardless of my agony, I tried not to wince because I didn’t want Blake to see my discomfort. Even though every inch of my body ached, I bit my lip to remain silent. Finally, there was relieving calm after the storm. As I regained my composure, fear set in for me. Was this the beginning of a tsunami of suffering?

  Regardless, I didn’t want Blake to see this side of me. I didn’t want to appear weak or frail because I didn’t want to lose him. Overwhelmingly, I felt the need to go home and curl up in my own bed.

  And then I decided to make up an excuse that Jenny might be coming to my house, and I needed to return home as soon as possible. Reluctantly, Blake agreed that he had a full work schedule to get back to, as well. By the time we ate, cleaned the dishes, and gathered our belongings, it was almost noon.

  As we walked to the front door, Blake looked at me inquisitively. “Do you think we have time for one more go at it? A quickie?” he teased.

  I laughed and shoved him in the direction of the door. “No.”

  He winked. “Can’t blame a guy for trying.”

  “And you can’t blame a girl for denying. You turned my legs into Jell-O already,” I quipped, but I had to smile at his enthusiasm. And secretly I wished to spend the day in his embrace. If only . . .

  “Don’t blame me if you get back home and realize you should have jumped at the opportunity.” He repeated his words with emphasis. “Don’t blame me.” And he laughed uproariously. He continued grinning as he picked up the bags and walked to the door.

  Truth was, I couldn’t remember being as happy as I had been in his company. And maybe Blake shared that sentiment. This weekend, he gave me exactly what I needed.

  We both grinned and took one last look around at the majestic beach house before closing the door on adventure number one.

  During the drive back to Raleigh, we planned our next outing and agreed upon a mountain getaway. “Yes, there it is on my list,” I said. Mountain Escape was listed on my pink sheet of paper. I marked an X through it and put the list back in my purse.

  When we arrived at my house, Blake kissed me tenderly. “I had an amazing time getting reacquainted this weekend. I have a huge project to complete for work. I will struggle to stay focused, but people are counting on me to finish,” he said.

  “I know you’re a busy guy.”

  “I’ll miss seeing you, but I can’t wait until we’re together again for our next adventure,” he said.

  Blake helped me carry my luggage inside the house. Before leaving, he wrapped his powerful arms around me and pulled me close.

  We stood together, studying each other, both reluctant to part ways. And when he kissed me good-bye, he held me tenderly. With a sigh, he regretfully tore himself away from our embrace.

  In the next instant, he stepped toward the door. With his hand on the doorknob, he turned and stared at my face as if he wanted to freeze that second in time. Like a snapshot, he appeared to want to remember me, what I looked like at that moment.

  A sense of loss pulsed through me. Before he could take another step, I ran after him for one last hug. He whispered, “I’ll call you. I promise you’ll be on my mind.”

  “It’s more than that, though. I’ve always been a realist. Everything was too perfect this weekend. I know it has to come to an end and that makes me sad,” I said.

  “We have a lot to be excited about the next time we get together in a few weeks,” he reassured me.

  I waved as he drove away, and walked back inside and closed the door with a sigh. Yes, we would be together again soon.

  Chapter 8

  In the days following our vacation, I stayed busy with new projects. Sitting behind my art table, my mind began to wander back to the beach with Blake. I longed for his embrace. Before I could dwell on my sadness, the telephone rang. The voice on the other end was Jenny’s. “When are you going for that follow-up doctor’s appointment?”

  “Well.” I paused. “I’ll make it one of these days.” Admittedly, I preferred to skip it altogether. And that is the reason why I deleted all of those voicemail messages from the doctor.

  I could picture Jenny sitting cross-legged on her dorm room bed with her laptop and books spread across her rumpled sheets. Her long brown hair was probably pulled tightly in a ponytail. And I bet she had on her black workout pants and her favorite UNC sweatshirt.

  Today, Jenny sounded a little frustrated. “The doctor’s office left their phone number on the last two messages. You know, all those messages I posted on your cork board. I saved their phone number. Should I call them and reschedule for you?” she asked.

  “No, it’s so sweet of you to remind me, but that won’t be necessary. I can take care of it. You stay focused on making those excellent grades.”

  As we said our good-byes, I caught something in Jenny’s voice th
at made me wonder if she really enjoyed school as much as she claimed. She sounded—worried.

  Blake called every night to check on me and discuss the day’s events. He cheered me by saying that the memories of us became the highlight of his day. We discussed how neither Blake nor I could sleep our first nights apart. In our solitude, our thoughts returned to each other, and the fun we shared.

  When he called this evening, he told me he dreamed each night of making love to me on the beach. Reluctantly, he began sharing his latest dream, one that he had last night. In a solemn tone, he said, “My dream, or should I say nightmare, started when I held you close. We were stretched out on the sand, and I kissed you lovingly, and then you . . . you disappeared. I cried in my dream and begged, ‘I don’t want you to leave me again.’ And then I woke up gasping for breath. You know, I spent the remainder of the night trying to come to terms with our newly rekindled romance and its effect on me.”

  “I know. I have been thinking constantly about us,” I said.

  He sighed and continued. “I must be falling hard for you. This is all happening so fast, and it’s bothering me to feel—vulnerable again. Is this just me, or are you feeling stirred? Is this my wishful thinking that you have feelings, too?”

  “I want to be with you.”

  Blake added, “I thought I picked up on a hint of hesitation about something, but I’m not sure if I read your mood correctly. Is there something you feel reluctant about?”

  I wasn’t sure how to answer. Maybe I wasn’t sure what I was holding back. “I’m . . . excited to see you again,” I said.

  And when we said goodnight, Blake told me he couldn’t wait to pick me up this weekend. I only hoped that the waves of pain would not reveal the truth. I kept that secret close to my heart, for me to endure.

  Luckily, when the spasms of pain passed, I felt fine again. But I never knew when the next attack would occur. I lived in a state of apprehension. Finally, I relaxed and drifted off to sleep with loving thoughts of him.