Impossible Things

by Alexandra McBrayer

  She nodded. “Yes. I want to see your bed.”

  He reached down, grabbed her hand, and pulled her after him as he made his way down a hallway that they had skipped before. He opened a door at the end of the corridor and she walked in behind him. He flipped the wall switch and the room was flooded with warm, bright light.

  His bedroom was as different from the rest of the house as it was possible to be. The walls were soft gray but the furniture was modern. There was a painting on the wall opposite the bed and it was just a giant slash of red. His bed was set on a platform and made from a dark wood that shined. It was the most beautiful bed that she had ever seen and she smiled when she saw that it wasn’t made. The gray duvet was half off the bed and the white sheets were pushed back as if he had just climbed out of it.

  The thought of him lying between the white sheets, his caramel-colored body naked, made her instantly wet and she was the one who led him towards it. She hesitated at the look on his face as he asked her, “Are you sure about this?”

  She nodded and reached out to grab the hem of his sweater. She pulled it away from his body and touched the warm skin of his stomach. “I’m sure.”

  He shivered as she ran her hands across his chest and his eyes closed as his head fell back. She lifted his shirt higher and admired his muscles and the soft black hair scattered across them. Her hand followed her eyes and he groaned. She pinched his nipple softly between her fingers and she felt him rise against her hip. He pushed his body towards her and she pressed her full length against him.

  He raised his head, opened his eyes, and looked at her for a second before leaning forward and capturing her lips with his. It was her turn to groan as their tongues touched.

  With shaking hands she began to undress him and when she unbuttoned his pants and his hard length was exposed she sighed in pleasure. Taking him in her hands she had the sudden desire to taste him, the way that he had tasted her, but he didn’t give her a chance. He pulled back and helped her take off her clothes.

  When she was standing in front of him in nothing but her panties she felt exposed but he leaned down to plant a kiss on her shoulder and said, “You’re so beautiful.”

  She lost any self-consciousness at that and she pushed him down to the bed. He laughed as he hit it and he reached out to pull her down on top of him but she sidestepped his hand. Putting her hands on his knees she spread his legs and he looked down as she moved to her knees in front of him. “Lucy…”

  His voice and the lust that filled it excited her even more and she ran her hand over his thigh and the soft hair that covered it. It, like the hair on his head and chest was a soft black that felt like silk beneath her fingers, and the skin on his thighs and groin was the same warm, honey color as the rest of him. It obviously came from nature and not the sun. It was so beautiful that she leaned forward and placed a kiss at the top of his thigh where his leg met his torso and he groaned.

  She moved forward, spread his legs wider and licked the length of him. He was already hard and throbbing and at the touch of her tongue she felt a spasm pass through him. Hr groaned again and it filled the room around them. She moved her mouth towards him again but he grabbed her before she could touch him with her tongue again.

  With his hands in her armpits he pulled her up his body as he said, “I can’t. I won’t be able to last with you doing that and I want this to be good for you.”

  His mouth was on hers before she could reply and it felt as if his hands were everywhere. He turned them so that she was underneath and he came up over her. He kissed the side of her neck and she felt the slightest pressure of his teeth and she groaned with it. His chest brushed against her breasts and her nipples screamed in agony, they had never been so hard before.

  Unconscious of what she was doing she moved her hand down to touch her left breast but he pulled it away and replaced it with his mouth. When he sucked her nipple into his hot, wet mouth she screamed and her hips came up off the bed.

  “Lucy you’re so beautiful.” She heard his words and felt them as a vibration against her breast. He moved his mouth to her other nipple and she groaned. Her nipples were so hard that it was a mix of pleasure and pain and as he sucked one into his mouth she felt the tremors start low in her belly begin to spread out.

  As she began to peak he moved his hand lower and touched her hidden spot and she exploded so furiously that she cried out again and clutched his face to her chest.

  When the tremors had subsided she realized that he was still moving his finger and she moaned, long and low as wave after wave of goose bumps moved over her skin. “Lucas,” she said and he pulled back to meet her eyes.

  She could see the desire in his eyes, it burned hot and she shivered in his gaze. He kissed her again and the movement of his tongue matched the movement of his hand between her legs.

  He pulled back and came up over her and she spread her legs to accommodate him. She felt him, hot and hard, nudge against her and their eyes met as he slid into her. It was his turn to groan and with his free hand he grabbed her hips and lifted her to meet his thrusts. Her back was off the bed, her only contact with it her shoulders, as he held her up to meet him.

  It was a new position for her and the angle of it brought him into contact with the ridge of puckered flesh that his fingers were still gently rubbing and the combination of the two made her pant. She realized that with every thrust he made she let out a whimper of pleasure.

  She felt it as the power began to gather in her again and she grabbed his arm and called out his name, “Lucas…”

  His eyes were dark and as she watched he bit his lower lip. His face was flushed and his hair was matted to his head with perspiration. He thrust again and the waves of her orgasm reached higher and higher and she called out his name again, “Lucas…”

  He changed his angle and she let out a shriek and his mouth came down to hers again as he said, “Come for me my love.”

  And she did.

  As she rode the waves higher than she had ever been before she felt him pulse inside her and felt his warm release as he groaned her name over and over again softly into her ear.

  Chapter Thirteen

  She lay there drifting, unable to form a coherent thought, and from time to time little tremors, after-shocks of pleasure, would run through her muscles again, and she let out soft sounds.

  She could feel Lucas’ hand running softly over her thigh and she felt the warmth of him against her back. She was too content, too satiated to move and after a few minutes she fell into a light sleep. She woke some time later to feel him running his tongue down the curve of her back.

  She smiled in pleasure and she felt his hand kneading her buttocks. She groaned at that and he gently pushed her to her stomach as his hands softly massaged her. When he made his way down to rub her calf she stretched in pleasure at the feel of his strong thumbs pressing into her. She had given many messages but she had never been on the receiving end before.

  Lucas’ hands came back up and she felt his mouth against her backside as he gently bit her. The feel of it was unexpected and a flood of wetness hit her and she turned over. He was smiling as she looked up at him, his hair was mussed and standing on end and she smiled back at him. He pulled her up to her knees and kissed her and she felt him hot and hard already against her stomach.

  She started to move to her back but he sat back on his heels and lifted her so that she was straddling him. She looked down and watched as they joined and when she looked back up at his face the desire that she saw there matched hers.

  He held her up and sat a rhythm that she was soon able to match as he pulled her to him and buried his face in her neck. She felt his mouth against her neck, open and wet as he searched for the sensitive spot that he had touched before. When he found it she flexed her hips into his and he moved to push her back to the bed.

  He was suddenly frenzied as he moved above her. He looked down at her, “I’m sorry,” he grunted and she squeezed him with her intern
al muscles as she whispered back, “Harder.”

  Hr groaned and began to move furiously within her as she met him thrust for thrust. This time they climaxed together and their voices as they came meshed together in the now darkened room.

  He pulled back and sat back on his heels again and she looked up at him. She could just make out the faint sheen of the white of his eyes and in a voice that was hoarse and thick he said, “Lucy,” as he gathered her to him and squeezed her as if he would never let her go.

  This time she didn’t doze but he did and she watched him, just a shadow now, as his chest rose and fell and his soft breathing filled the air around them. The sheets smelled of their lovemaking but they also smelled of him and she buried her nose in her pillow to bring the scent of him deep into her lungs.

  She reached out then and gently traced the shape of his face. Wanting to imprint it on her mind so that she could remember this day when she was old and gray. He was her adventure, her only foreign lover, and this was a day, and a man, that she would look back on and know that even though she didn’t get all the things that she had wanted as a young girl, she had at least had this.

  She leaned forward and kissed his lips softly and his eyes opened and his long black eyelashes fluttered against her face. She pulled back and whispered, “Thank you.”

  He reached out and rubbed the back of his hand over her cheek and whispered back, “No. Thank you for his beautiful gift, for today.”

  She felt tears threaten then and she pulled back from him and sat up. She felt his hand brush against her back before she stood. She felt something soft brush against her foot and she reached down. The room was so dark that she could only see that it was his shirt when it was next to her face. She heard the click of a lamp the second before the room was lit and she laid his shirt on the bed behind her without looking at him.

  In the light she felt conscious of her body and she quickly grabbed her clothes and held them up in front of her. She turned back to him and he pointed at a door and said, “The bathroom.”

  She nodded her thanks and went in, shutting the door firmly behind her. When she came out ten minutes later it was to find him sitting fully dressed on the end of the bed. He stood when she came out and smiled at her but it was a smile filled with apprehension. He obviously didn’t know how she was going to feel about what they had done.

  She smiled at him, to reassure him, and she reached out her hand. He took it in his big, warm grasp and she moved towards him and softly kissed him.

  Still holding hands they made their way down the stairs and she gathered her purse from the sitting room. When she turned back to the door he was standing there and he had a box in his hand. “I have something for you.”

  She was instantly mad. “Is this payment?”

  His face contorted and he looked shocked as he said, “Of course not! I bought this last night after our day together. I saw it and thought of you. I just wanted you to have it.”

  She shook her head. “I can’t take it and I have to give the ring and bracelet back.”

  He shook his head. “Now you insult me. I bought you the ring because it gave you pleasure. Because I had never seen such a look of longing on anyone’s face before as I did that day. I wanted you to have what you wanted. I wanted to satisfy that longing for you.”

  He was still holding out the box and she shook her head again. “Thank you but I can’t.”

  “Can’t or won’t?”

  She frowned. “Does it matter?”

  He nodded. “To me it does. I want you to have it. I like buying you things. I like thinking of you and seeing something that I think would please you. So please take it.”

  She took the box from him and opened it. It was a necklace. The pendant was shaped like a teardrop, coated in diamonds, at least three carats, and it hung from a chain that she knew by looking at it was platinum. It was delicate and beautiful and she felt sad looking at it.

  “What’s wrong? You don’t like it?” His voice was concerned and he came towards her to touch her arm.

  She looked up at him and there were tears in her eyes. “It’s beautiful but I can’t take it.”

  His face was concerned and he reached out and pulled her to him, pinning her arms, and the box between them. The smell of him, the feel of him was too much and she began to cry. He rubbed his big, warm hands up and down her back for a minute but then she pulled away.

  She stepped back and held out the box to him. “Thank you Lucas. For everything, but I can’t take it.”

  He took a step back and put his hands behind his back, his voice when it came was thick and his accent was prominent. “I can be stubborn too. I’m not taking it back because it belongs to you and always will.”

  She thought about setting it down on a table and walking away but she didn’t. Looking at him, looking deep into his green eyes she opened her mouth and said the words that she had never said to another human being. “I can’t take it because I have a problem…an addiction.”

  She saw that he was perplexed. A line formed between his heavy eyebrows as he frowned and asked, “What kind of addiction?”

  She took a deep breath and looked down at the box in her hand. “Jewels. Ever since I was small I’ve wanted jewels. And….and when I was younger I did things for them.”

  She stopped and looked up at him. His face was clouded and his eyes were curious. “What kind of things?”

  Not taking her eyes from his she said, “I stole. I was a thief when I was young. I went into jewelry stores and I would ask to see something and when the sales people were distracted I would run. I got into a lot of trouble and had it not been for my parents I would have gone to jail.”

  His face had cleared and as she watched he bit down on his lip before asking, “You were a jewel thief?”

  She nodded. “And now…now I have a lot of debt because I don’t steal them anymore, I buy them.”

  “What does your Sam think about this?”

  She searched his eyes, trying to get a sense of how he felt about her revelation but she couldn’t read him. She told him, “He doesn’t know. He thinks I like sparkly things and that they’re all fakes. I don’t have anything as nice as this or the bracelet or ring because I can’t afford things like that even on my credit cards.”

  He rubbed his jaw. “You don’t think you should tell him before you marry him?”

  She looked down at the floor and her red, ballet flats. “He won’t understand and besides I’m going to try and borrow money to pay my debts off.”

  “Who do you think will lend it to you?”

  She looked back up at him. “My grandmother or…,” she stopped and smiled, unable to help herself, “Maybe my new grandfather. He’s a nice guy.”

  He nodded. “Let me get this straight. You don’t want to take the necklace, which is real, because you’re addicted to jewels. Is that right?”

  She snorted. “You make me sound stupid!”

  He held up a hand. “No, no! I didn’t mean it that way. I just want to understand you.”

  He stepped towards her and took the box from her unresisting hand. He opened it and looked at the necklace again before snapping the case closed. “Will you quit cold turkey?”

  She nodded and whispered, “I have to.”

  He held the case out to her again. “I understand, but do it after today, take this now. Tell him it’s fake if you want to wear it, or if you don’t put it in a drawer and twenty years from now take it out and think of me. Remember today.”

  She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and started up at the ceiling. She wanted the necklace, there was no doubt about that but more than the necklace she wanted to grab him and kiss him and lead him back to the bedroom. He was more addictive than any shiny, pretty thing.

  She took the box from him and moved towards the door. She turned to see him looking at her and she quickly went back to him and reached up to bring his mouth to hers. She kissed him with everything she had in her and when she pulled ba
ck she felt dizzy with longing. She didn’t look at him as she walked over to the door, opened it, stepped through it and shut it behind her.

  She hurried down the steps and out the gate, not daring to look back. At the end of the block she began running, uncaring of where she was. She didn’t stop until she saw a sign for the underground.

  Chapter Fourteen

  It was half past ten when she walked in her front door and Sam wasn’t home yet. She was glad. She didn’t have the strength to face him yet. She went through to the bedroom, took off her clothes and stepped into a hot shower. The warm water felt good on her back but she didn’t linger. She got out and started a load of clothes, trying to wash away the smell of Lucas.

  She left the kitchen and made sure that both bolts on the front door were engaged, that way she would hear Sam when he got home. Taking the necklace case from her jacket pocket she put it on the bed before digging in her drawer and getting out the bracelet and ring that Lucas had given her.