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by Abbie Duncan


  Elizabeth needed no time to adjust to the situation. She was thrilled to feel Simon’s lips upon hers once more. The tip of his tongue teased the inside of her mouth and she sucked it gently, adding more fuel to their fire. Their bodies spoke a unique language of their own and there was no need for words. Simon broke the kiss and stood up. Scooping her up in his strong arms, he walked up the wide staircase carrying her with him to his master suite on the second floor.

  Crossing through the sitting room to the bedroom, he laid her gently on a huge canopied bed. Joining her, they began to kiss once more. As their passion grew, their clothes became a nuisance that was quickly eliminated. Their naked bodies writhed against each other as they used their hands and mouths to explore and stimulate.

  Simon cupped Elizabeth’s full breasts in his hands and caressed them as he moved his mouth from one nipple to the other. She gasped and arched her back as she clasped his head tightly to her chest. Moving one of her bare legs over the lower part of his back, she let him know how much she wanted him.

  But Simon wanted something else just now. Tracing a trail of fire over her stomach and down between her upper thighs with his mouth, he used his tongue to part the fleshy petals that concealed her pleasure core. Elizabeth’s thighs parted even further apart as he used his tongue to tease her most sensitive area. As she was perching on the edge of her ecstasy, he stopped and moved back up her body.

  A small whimper escaped her throat. She was now growing quite desperate for release. Simon increased the anticipation by kissing her deeply once more, allowing her to taste herself on him.

  Silently begging him to take her, she locked her legs around Simon and pushed her hips up against him. When the head of his burgeoning member touched her most intimate of places, she moaned once again.

  Simon had been without this beautiful woman that he loved with every part of him for so long that he couldn’t deny either of them this highly anticipated unification. Poising over her, he pushed himself deeply into her inner moistness feeling her close over him like a velvet glove.

  “Yes, Simon,” Elizabeth urged. “Yes!”

  That was all that Simon needed to give them both what they needed. Speeding up to a rhythm that blocked out all of their other senses, the lovers cried out as they held onto tightly to each other.

  Their release was now complete.

  The two of them lay together, catching their breath. Simon finally leaned into Elizabeth’s mouth to give her one more deep, slow kiss. They had so missed this.

  “Can you ever forgive me for not finding some way of contacting you?” Simon asked.

  “I’m not entirely certain,” Elizabeth replied, playfully. “You may have to keep showing me just how sorry you are before I’m convinced.”

  With those words, she started kissing him once more.

  “Oh wait,” Elizabeth said as she broke their lip lock, “I have to make a quick phone call… Celia is never going to believe this!”

  Rekindling the Fire

  Andrea watched as a few early snowflakes gently drifted through the air, it was a beautiful scene to behold. She was looking out the front window of the cabin that she and her husband, John, owned. This was their getaway destination several times throughout the year, and the majority of their summer weekends were also spent here.

  The cabin was a beautiful and peaceful place high in the mountains of North Georgia. Constructed from actual wooden logs, it consisted of one long room, a bedroom and a bathroom. The long room held a kitchenette at one end with an eat-in bar and a sitting area. The focal point of this room was a large stone fireplace located in the center of the room. There was a fire blazing brightly in it just now, creating a cozy warmth inside the cabin.

  Andrea absolutely loved it here. She found it to be one of the most romantic places on earth. It was just too bad that John didn’t seem to be much in the mood for romance these days. Actually, Andrea couldn’t remember the last time she and John had spontaneously done the deed.

  If she were honest with herself, she couldn’t remember the last time that they had had relations of any kind, spontaneous or otherwise.

  At first, she had tried to blame it on his age because he was now in his 40’s after all. But in looking back, she realized that the distance had begun when he was as young as 35. She hated hearing her friends talk about their active sex lives. These women were her age, late 30’s and early 40’s, and they seemed to be living quite eventful lives in the bedroom as well as out of it.

  She heard the door to the cabin open and turned to find John entering and kicking a little slush from his boots. He looked up and saw her watching him.

  “It seems to be getting colder out there and the snow is picking up some,” he said. “I heard a weather report that this is a lot worse than they had originally thought it would. We might wish that we had headed home earlier.”

  “Well, we’ve got enough food and water for several days,” Andrea pointed out. “The wood should hold out and keep us warm if we get snowed in for a bit. You know the snow plows always head up this way when there’s a bad snow storm.”

  “Yes, I suppose you’re right,” John said. “I just didn’t want to miss class on Monday. My students are learning some key music sections for the competition.”

  “Oh, we may not be here that long,” Andrea tried to reassure him. “Besides, wouldn’t it be a little romantic to be stranded her for a few days; just the two of us?”

  John made some sort of face and pretended that he didn’t hear her while focusing instead on the bottom of his boot. That was the sort of treatment that Andrea had become accustomed to during the last ten years of their marriage. It was as if John had suddenly flipped some sort of an OFF switch that turned him into almost an asexual being.

  The pair spent a quiet evening eating dinner and then reading next to the fire. The bedroom was a little cooler than the front part of the cabin so they left the door open in order to allow some heat in from the fireplace. John made it point to keep the fire going most of the night even if he had to keep getting up and down to do so.

  The next morning when Andrea looked out her window she was a completely different story. She knew it had been noisy and windy overnight, but now she realized that they were in blizzard conditions. The wind howled and the snow was coming down so fast and hard that she could barely see anything other than a gray and white world. John came in from the bedroom and observed the scene outside in silence. He walked back over to the fireplace and stoked the fire some more.

  When he attempted to open the front door, he found that it was completely blocked from the outside by high snowdrifts. He turned to face Andrea with a very serious look on his face. She knew this was bad.

  “I’m not sure that we have enough wood to last us through the night tonight,” he said. “And I can’t get outdoors to start up the generator.”

  Andrea looked at him with the beginnings of fear on her face.

  “Surely, the snow plow will make it up this way,” she implored.

  “Yeah, they’ll come up here, but it may be days before they can break through. We’re going to have to start conserving the wood immediately. In that way, we can stretch it out a little longer.”

  They spent the rest of the day trying to behave as normally as possible. By nightfall, the snow seemed to show little sign of letting up. They brought their pillows and blankets into the front room so that they could sleep by the fire. Closing off the bedroom would help keep the warmth trapped in this room and allow them to use less wood. Under any other circumstances, this would have been a very romantic adventure. But now it was only frightening.

  John pulled the blankets over them both and put his arm around Andrea, pulling her close. She figured he had to believe that they were getting ready to die or something because he had not touched her like this in years. But she would take whatever she could get. As she rested her head against his chest, she could feel his heart beating frantically

  “Andrea, you do know t
hat I love you, don’t you?” John said softly.

  She didn’t answer at first because she was thoroughly stunned. Also, she didn’t know exactly what she should say because she had actually had doubts that he did love her romantically any longer.

  “I suppose so,” she finally managed to say. “But you haven’t shown any romantic interest in me in years so I suppose that I have to admit to wondering.”

  “I never meant for you to feel that way,” he said. “It’s just that between our busy schedules, it became more difficult for us to find the time to be romantic. Finally, I was starting to feel that you weren’t exactly interested anymore. I didn’t want you to feel obligated to do something you didn’t want to do.”

  “Are you serious?” Andrea asked, astounded. “I’ve never stopped wanting you.”

  Sitting up so that she could look him directly in the eyes, she let him know that she was still very much interested. John looked back at her and leaned down to kiss her. As it had been such a long time, this was a kiss that caught fire instantly and spread wildly. In spite of the temperature, they began shedding their clothes underneath the blankets. Their kiss turned into much more as each of them used their hands, mouths and tongues to explore and become reacquainted with what they had denied themselves for so long.

  John had not lost his touch. He remembered to kiss Andrea’s neck in a certain spot as well as gently suck her earlobes as he used his thumbs to tease her nipples. Andrea touched John’s body like a starving woman searching for sustenance. She moved her fingers over his chest and down his stomach. Her hand found him hard and waiting for her. It was just as she remembered and it sent a thrill of desire and excitement through her body.

  John’s hand moved from Andrea’s breasts to her pleasure core at the center of her upper thighs. He moved his fingers around her wetness and located her throbbing stiffness that begged attention. It was all too much, though. Andrea wouldn’t wait for what she wanted. Eagerly, she climbed on top of her husband and straddled him. Taking his engorged member in her hand, she positioned it so that she impaled herself upon it. Her intimate muscles contracted around him instantly. Looking down into his eyes, she started to move up and down on him.

  It seemed as if only seconds passed before they both succumbed to their ecstasy. Those waves continued to roll for a few moments, which was fine with the two of them. They savored the strange sensations and found that they had generated their own heat, at least momentarily, as rivulets of sweat ran down their bodies.

  “Damn, woman,” John exclaimed. “Where was that hiding all this time?”

  “I’ve always known how to be… I just didn’t think that you wanted to see that side of me.” Andrea giggled, feeling slightly ashamed for a split-second.

  “Oh, I definitely want to see that side of you as often as possible,” John replied. “We’re not going to ever let ourselves get so off-track again.”

  The couple continued to catch their breath and began to get dressed again under the covers, now beginning to realize that it was still damn cold in the cabin.

  “You know,” John said after a few moments. “I think we should begin planning a second honeymoon.”

  “Really? I can’t think of a better idea!” Andrea squealed.

  They spent the next 24 hours getting reacquainted, several times, and were having so much fun that they actually felt kind of sad when the snow plow rescued them. As it turned out, the plow arrived just as the last of their firewood died down.

  Later on they would joke that they weren’t worried too much about being rescued because they had their own special method of generating heat.

  Trafalgar Press

  Denver, Colorado

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  This is a work of fiction and all names, places, incidents and character traits are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely and totally coincidental.

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