Shattered Essence
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She held on to my shoulders, wrapped her legs around my waist, arched her back and threw her head back. I licked her collarbone, her shoulder, her ribs. I returned to consuming her mouth while laying her flat on the kitchen table. I shifted over her body supporting my weight with my arms. My erection was hard on her flat belly. I knew she could feel it. My jeans were becoming tighter by the second. I had never been so hard. She ran her fingernails down my chest, releasing a million goosebumps on my flesh.
My breath caught in my throat. I felt myself grow harder than I ever thought possible. I slid down her body, pulled her hips to the edge of the table, and removed her panties.
Fuuuuck! I felt a little pre-cum in my pants.
Her beaver was nicely trimmed almost hairless except for a half inch strip just above her lips. What I was looking at was sublime, glistening, and ready for me.
My hands moved their way up the insides of her thighs opening her legs. I gently stroked the center of her core.
“Good lord,” she let out in a hoarse voice.
Smiling, I looked into her eyes. I loved that she was watching me. I couldn’t look away from her. Her face was flushed, her lips were swollen, and her pupils were black with desire. I slowly slid a finger into her warm slick core.
Softly I said, “I’m going to taste you now.”
I pulled my finger out and licked it. I’m pretty sure I heard myself growl.
“You are irresistible, scrumptious, and I want more,” I said.
I went back to licking and probing with my tongue. It didn’t take long before her legs started shaking and her hips started bucking. I could feel her core contracting as her orgasm hit my tongue. Her taste was a heavenly scream in my mouth. She yelled my name right before she shattered. She fell back on the kitchen table, glowing in complete bliss. My erection was hurting something fierce. It was beckoning for release.
I stood staring down at her. I couldn’t recall the last time I had ever seen such beauty. I started to remove my pants. As soon as I unbuttoned and unzipped I felt her feet grab my waist as they started to glide my pants off my hips. When my pants and boxers hit the floor I felt her feet rub, pull, and turn my shaft.
Holy hell!
I lost it!
I crawled up her body and spread her thighs with my knees. My lips came down heavily on hers. I gradually slid into her little by little. When I was in as far as I could go I basked in her warmth for a minute. It felt so good. My movements were slow as I started grinding into her. My need to consume her was growing. It didn’t take long before I was pounding into her harder and faster with every breath I took. Her body started contracting once again. I knew she was on the verge of another orgasm. I pumped harder until I felt the first sign of release in my spine. As she milked me I gave one final thrust and exploded into her just as she screamed. I collapsed on top of her breathing into her neck. I lifted my weight off her and waited till my breathing became somewhat normal.
“That was incredible!” I said smiling from ear to ear. “By far the best meal I have ever had at this table.” I stood at the edge of the table, reached for her hand, and led her to the bedroom.
Chapter 44
Espe
It was a little after four in the morning. I should have been sleeping, but all I could do was watch Drew sleep. He looked so peaceful, content; and the way the moonlight was hitting his face made him look angelic. As I lay next to him watching his chest move up and down I tried to avoid thinking about leaving. It had been four days since I had met Drew for dinner. I was still in his home, wearing his boxers and a T-shirt—although most of the time I was wearing nothing at all. I laid my head on his chest to listen to the beating of his heart. The rhythmic sound put me back to sleep quickly. When the alarm went off at five I rolled over on my back, pulling the pillow over my face. It was too early to be getting out of bed. I wasn’t ready to move away from Drew’s warmth. I let out a disappointed groan.
I don’t want to get up. I don’t want to leave.
I felt the bed shift and the alarm stopped blaring. A muscular warm arm was pulling me closer. I threw my pillow to the floor turned to my side and scooted my butt back, allowing myself to be spooned.
“Morning, mi amor.” I scrunched my face as his whiskers brushed my check.
“Mmmmmm,” was all I could convey. I grabbed his hand and brought it to my chest. I wasn’t looking forward to going back to work. I had spent the last few days in my very own Drewtopia, in complete bliss.
“I don’t suppose we could get away with calling in sick three days in a row, do you?” I asked.
Chuckling, he replied, “In all the years I’ve worked for the agency I have only called in sick twice. If I call in again I’m afraid some of the guys might show up and knock down my door. I’m sure some of them are already suspicious.”
“The last few days have been so laid back and relaxing. I don’t want to ruin my jubilation by going to work.”
“I know what you mean. I haven’t felt this good in a long, long time.” Drew was twirling my hair in his hand. “The day will go by faster than you think.”
I sniffled, wiped my eyes, and turned to bury my face in Drew’s chest. I really didn’t want to get out of bed.
He placed his cheek on mine pulling me in closer. “Why are you crying? I’ll see you tonight, I promise.”
Snickering at him I said, “I’m not crying. I’m wiping the sleep from my eyes.” I lifted his arm off me and forced myself to get out of bed.
Standing at the foot of the bed I said, “Can I ask you something?”
He turned to face me from where he was lying in bed, his tan skin a contrast to the white sheets half covering him. Resting his head on his elbow he asked, “What?”
“What happened to us all those years ago? Why did you stop calling? Why didn’t you return my calls? Why did you stop writing?” I asked.
Sitting straight up in bed, he replied, “I’m sorry if I hurt you. In truth, I was an idiot. I always meant to get back to you. The longer I waited and the more time passed the more I convinced myself you deserved better.”
I responded by saying, “Do you know how many versions of Andrew Malone there are in the San Diego phone book? Tons. I even tried to find you on social networks. I didn’t have any luck finding you, but I did find your brother Scott. I was so tempted to send him a message asking him for your number. I never did because I was afraid. I reasoned I should leave the past in the past. When you stopped communicating with me, I figured you had fallen in love with someone else. At the time I thought it was best to let you live your life.”
“Sounds like we were both young and stupid,” he said grinning.
“Drew, do you want to hear something crazy?” I asked on my way to the bathroom.
“Shoot,” he said.
I swallowed hard, hoping I wasn’t going to scare him away. I took a deep breath and started, “Drew, these last few days I’ve been happier than I ever thought I could be. Last night as I watched you sleep I realized I have always loved you. I have never been in love with anyone but you. All the years I was married I knew I loved Jake, I was just never in love with him. I had dreams about you throughout the years. I figured it was because I missed the sound of your voice. I missed you holding me. I missed your touch. I don’t know how many times I tried to recall your face when I closed my eyes. When I’m with you, I feel like my soul is home.”
I’d spilled my guts. I said what I wanted to say. I winked at him and concluded, “I just thought you should know.”
I didn’t want or wait for him to reply. I walked into the bathroom shutting the door behind me. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My face and my eyes looked happy—they almost glowed. I had to giggle at the way my hair looked. I could certainly use a brush. It was more than bed head. It was mangy. There were strands sticking out in every direction. What wasn’t sticking out was entwined in a tangled mess. I looked ridiculous in the shirt and boxers I was wearing. They were so big on me I
resembled an oaf. I needed my clothes.
The memory of my dress being ripped off flashed before me. Well I guess I won’t be wearing my dress home.
“Do you mind if I wear your clothes a little longer?” I hollered from behind the door.
“Let me get you some clean ones.” I heard him say.
One thing was for sure, Drew wouldn’t run out of dental supplies anytime soon. His sister Jessica was a dentist and he had a drawer filled with toothbrushes, floss, samples of toothpaste, and mouthwash. Thank goodness too. Otherwise I would have had left days earlier.
I took a quick shower and when I finished untangling my hair I stepped out of the bathroom. Drew had fixed the bed and lying on top was a clean T-shirt, a pair of boxers, and a pair of gym shorts. I could hear water running and I knew he was showering in the bedroom down the hall. I placed the dirty clothes I was wearing in the hamper, got dressed and headed down stairs. I decided to write him a note before I left.
Drew,
Once again I had an amazing time. You blew my mind in more ways than one. :)
Give me a call later if you’re still interested in coming over to my place tonight for dinner.
XOXOXO
I left the note on the kitchen table and went in search of my belongings. I found my shoes in the living room along with my dress. I picked up my panties from a stool in the kitchen and shoved them in my purse. I retrieved my car keys from the bottom of my purse, slipped on my shoes, and headed for the front door. Before I reached the doorknob I felt his body against my back. He wrapped his arms around my midsection and spoke into my neck.
“Were you going to leave without saying goodbye?”
“I didn’t want to bother you so I left you a note, see,” I explained as I pointed to the note on the table.
“A Dear John letter already?” he said as he nibbled on my ear.
Succumbing to his touch, I whispered, “No.”
“Good,” he turned me around to face him.
“Back to the conversation we were having before you shut the bathroom door on me.” He cupped my face in his hands and said, “I can relate to what you were saying. I have felt the same way. Everything that I am, everything that makes me, me, my essence, was shattered without you. There was a part of me I never shared and never gave to Paige, that part was you. I thought I would never see you again and it broke my heart. I was broken. Every time I thought of you I hated myself for not fighting for love. For not fighting for you.”
I just stood there like a zombie staring into his eyes as he spoke.
Smiling at me he continued, “I told you when I was eighteen that you owned my whole heart. It still belongs to you, always has. I promised you I would never forget. I never did. You haunted my dreams too. The more I think about it the more I am convinced that even though we were apart, we were connected somehow. I want to spend the rest of my days making up for lost time. I’ve spent so many years of my life in destitution. You brought me back to life, Espe. And I’ll be damned if I let you walk out the door without knowing how I feel.” He slid his hand beneath my hair, cradled my neck in his hand, and then he kissed me.
Still holding on to my head he whispered into my ear, “You know the very first time I saw you I knew you were mine. Right from the start you captured my heart.”
“Ditto, I just didn’t think it would take so long for me to claim you,” I said and pulled him in for another kiss.
Breaking the kiss he walked me backwards into the kitchen. “Wait here for just one second. I’ll be right back.”
He opened the door to the basement and ran down the stairs. I sat at the kitchen table wondering what he was up to. When he returned he had a bottle of champagne in one hand and two champagne flutes in the other. I raised my eyebrows in a questioning manner.
“Isn’t six o’clock in the morning a little early to be drinking?”
“I want to make a toast,” he said as he popped the cork.
He was standing in nothing but a pair of dark blue jeans as he filled the champagne flutes. “Before this weekend I have only known true happiness twice. The first time was the time I spent with you in Colorado. The second time was when my daughter Megan was born.”
He handed me a flute and said, “If the good lord decided to take me away right now I would be okay with it. I am truly happy for the first time in years. Like you, I feel at home when I’m with you. I feel peace. I can’t thank you enough for making me feel whole again.”
He raised his flute. “I would like to toast to all we have lost throughout the years and to all we have yet to experience. Together. Here is to finally being whole. Complete. No longer living half a life, no more regrets, no more sleepless nights. To our kindred spirits, may they always be connected.”
“Para siempre,” I said as I tapped his champagne flute, taking a drink in unison with Drew.
He pulled me into his chest. “Yes—forever. I belong to you. I have always belonged to you. I had you once then I lost you. I was lucky enough to find you again. I have always been in love with you and I swear by the grace of god I will never let go of you again.”
Brimming over with euphoria I replied, “Copy that, Agent Malone.”
About The Author
NK Morales was born and raised in the San Luis Valley, in southern Colorado. She has always been a writer at heart. She loves happy endings, laughing, and solving mysteries. She delivers excitement, tension, humor, and mystery in her writing.
She is currently writing more on Latino kindred souls. Her next book will be available in late Spring 2013.
She currently lives in Omaha, Nebraska with her loving husband, her son, and her big lazy cat Jessica.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44