Blood of the Rainbow (61 page)

Jared walked in front of Sara, studying her eyes as he eased the clip from her hair. It fell down like silk, cascading over her shoulders. He picked up a handful, and brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply, as if he intended to consume her essence. His eyes burning like the raging fire inside him. A fire that water couldn’t quench.

Jared slid his hands up Sara’s arms from her elbows to her shoulders, lingering on her neck, kissing it and teasing it between his teeth. He reveled in Sara’s response, as though his life’s goal was to bring her unexplained pleasure.

He worked his way across her face, softly and gently kissing it, until his lips found hers, and claimed them as his own.

What is he doing to me?
Sara felt as if she were floating outside her body. Like her spirit was bonding with the elements of the cosmos, falling like tiny grains of stardust. Feeling so utterly a part of him, and yet connected with everything in existence.

Sara wondered if making love was like this for everyone, or was it just another one of Jared’s natural talents that only she would enjoy. Was her body the only canvas he’d used to paint his masterpieces, or had he done it before with someone else? Would he ever use it again? Or would he lock these special moments away in the secret hollows of his heart? If he
had
loved someone this way, Sara couldn’t imagine them ever giving this feeling up. Jared’s love was so special, almost magical.

As Sara stared into Jared’s eyes, her mind couldn’t conceive.
Is he for real? Is this real?
Could it be
another elaborately woven dream she’d forgotten? Like the beautifully hand-woven blankets, his grandmother had made. Did Jared have this one locked in his secret vault among the other things he kept hidden from her?

What had Sara done to make her deserve his unique love? Would she ever feel worthy of him? Would she ever be able to accept that
he’d
chosen
her
to give this unique love to? Had they come together by mere chance, or was it something stronger that had drawn them together that day – destiny?

Sara pondered on the question she’d asked Jared, when at last he surrendered and proclaimed his love to her, high on Mother’s Mountain. Had they made love before in his dreams? Jared hadn’t answered yes, and he hadn’t answered no. Sara couldn’t help but wonder. Had they?

Was that the foreknowledge Jared had drawn from, that made him know how to play her body like a symphony achieving his desired response? Did Sara know this, deep in her subconscious – was that the reason she’d trusted him from the moment their eyes met? Was this what it felt like to know your perfect match, your soulmate for eternity?

Sara had never been this close to anyone before, not even Jeff. She cared for Jeff, but their relationship never reached a higher level, not compared to this level of intimacy. Jared had woven himself in her soul.

Heaven help if anything should ever happen to Jared – it couldn’t! It just couldn’t. Sara would die! She shouldn’t be able to say that, not for the short time they’d been together, but Sara knew it, as well as she knew her name. If anything
ever
happened to Jared, Sara would cease to exist. She wouldn’t
want
to exist.

Sara’s silent reverie ended as Jared slowly glided his hands up the back of her neck, intertwining his fingers through her hair at the base, pulling them through its full length several times, sending fiery electric current through every part of her body.

Jared’s touch was soft, calm and extremely sensual. Sara responded so easily to his touch. He knew her, as though he could read her like a book. Where and how to touch her body leaving her breathless. Sara’s heart was pounding so fast and so hard now; it was almost a single sound, blending with the atmosphere around her.

Jared studied Sara’s eyes as she removed the tie from his hair, and upbraided it, marveling at the way it spilled down his bronze shoulders like a liquid obsidian waterfall.

Sara was new to this height of feelings. She knew nothing of love but what Jared had taught her.

She began to feather her hands over his body, starting at his groin, slowly sliding under his shirt, and across his chest. Teasing the skin of his back as she raked the tips of her fingernails up and down it. Jared groaned inwardly.

Sara wondered if she was doing her part right. She must be. Jared’s breath was quick and shallow. His eyes were closed. His head leant back, savoring this moment like sweet nectar on the tip of his tongue.

Sara slowly lifted the bottom of his t-shirt, and eased it over his head, tossing in on the floor. She pressed the full length of her body against his, wrapping her leg around the back of his, melding their bodies with nothing but a whisper between them. She kissed him along the sides of his neck and his earlobes, teasing them between her teeth.

Jared watched Sara, his eyes a burning lake of smoldering lava. His body throbbing with famishing hunger. His arms warm and soft as the wings of an angel. He groaned, unable to control his desire and need any longer. He tilted her face up to his, teasingly moving his lips close to hers, but not touching. He breathed on them. Sara was so weak she felt faint.

At last, just when Sara thought she was going to fade away, Jared gently kissed her. His kiss was warm, soft, sweet and lingering, as he continued to fuel the fire burning and soaring inside her, consuming her with lustful desire.

Something new was happening, something wild and strange and marvelous. Sara didn’t know how much more her body could take. Jared had made love to her before, and Sara thought she’d felt all there was to feel. Like there was nothing more Jared could do to her that he hadn’t already done – she was wrong. Whatever Jared was doing to her right now, was indescribable, as though their souls were merging.

Jared brought his lips back to hers, passionate and demanding, drawing life and essence from Sara as he sleeved her t-shirt over her head. He then loosened her bra, letting it fall to the floor. He stood there for a few seconds, gazing at her near naked body, bathed in the hundreds of tiny spectrums, drinking her with eyes that burned with love only for her.

He trailed his gaze up Sara’s body until their eyes met. He smiled as she placed his hands on the buckle of her belt. With shaky hands, Sara unfastened the button of Jared’s jeans. She kissed him as she slowly slid the zipper down, and ran her hands along the top, pushing them down over his hips.

With hands stalwart as stone, as sure of their path as the blood that flowed through his veins, Jared unfastened Sara’s jeans, and slid them, along with her satin panties, down to her ankles in one slow sensual movement. Sara rested her hands on the top of his shoulders and stepped out. Jared pushed her crumpled clothes aside with his foot.

Jared locked his eyes with Sara’s again, as he unhesitantly stepped out of his clothes, standing totally naked in front of her in all his magnificence, unabashed and glowing glory. Sara couldn’t help but marvel at the sight of his body as she allowed her eyes to sweep over it. She loved Jared with every breath she took, with every beat of her heart; every fiber of her being was hopelessly consumed by him.

 Jared smiled and patiently waited for her eyes to drink their fill. Standing there, looking into his eyes of liquid fire, Sara knew how it felt to be loved. She was a
woman
in love, totally devoted to the point of obsession. Jared was lifting her to such heights; she could reach out and touch the stars.

He pulled her closer, running his hands over her body as though he was painting an eternal scene, using his fingertips as the brush. Coloring his canvas in shades of his love. That’s how she felt right now; her body was the stilled canvas with which he was sharing the gift of life.

Jared took her hand, steadying her as she stepped in the steaming floral lake. She slid down to one end, making room for him. Sara looked up at him as he slid in behind her, pulling her into his warm embrace, kissing along the sides of her neck, and across her shoulders and back.

Sara turned to face him, gliding to his arms, crushing her lips to his – eager, hungry, devouring - acting on nothing but pure impulse and natural instincts.

Jared opened his mouth and drank her like fresh morning dew, pulling her hard against his chest, softly breathing in her ear, “Ayor anosh'ni yishdlį́į́h Sara,” and then repeating, so she was certain to understand, “I love you always Sara, always, forever.”

The words moved Sara when spoken in Navajo, but when Jared repeated them in English she felt her heart bursting open, her eyes filled with tears. Jared took her face in his hands and kissed the tears away.

 He started tracing kisses over her face again, to her ear, down the sides of her neck and lower until he kissed her breasts. He gently flicked the tip of his tongue over her erect nipples, kissing and teasing them until Sara thought she was going to explode.

Jared was patient with Sara, guiding and moving her into position, slowly and gently joining his body to hers, moving inside her, touching parts never before touched. He held his own passions at bay until Sara was panting, groaning, pulling him tightly against her as she moved her body in perfect rhythm with his, begging for sweet release. Each moan or sigh she made, Jared intensified her pleasure. Each thrusting frenzied movement bringing them closer to the edge of implicit pleasure.

Sara had never felt such ecstasy, and such pleasure. She arched her back, her body convulsing as her insides imploded with such force, had it not been for the fact that she was still breathing, and her heart was still beating, Sara truly would have believes she’d died. Not looking, into the
face
of God but
beyond
it, through the infinite ages - past, present and future – all at once.

Jared pulled her tight against his body as tears ran down her cheeks like minuscule mountain streams. He was leading her through the blazing pits of hell, and gently bathing her with the drifting snow as she hovered among the clouds.

Their bodies were surrounded by the pale blue glow. The glow Sara had seen in her dream. She fought desperately to catch her breath as wave after wave of endless pleasure washed over and through her like a raging sea crashing against a rock-strewn shore.

Jared drew in a deep sigh, his body trembling against hers as he reached his peak – filling her with life.

“Now we’ve got it right,” he whispered, breathlessly. “
This
… is forever.”

Sara couldn’t speak. There were no words. She was beyond words. All she could do was stare back at him, hopelessly lost in his eyes. What was left of her spent body continued to drift, floating, gently soaring on the edge of reality. It couldn’t be possible for her to be more in love with Jared than she was at this extremely special moment in their lives. She never wanted it to end. Jared kept her that way for a long time, their bodies joined as their spirits whispered words of everlasting love to one another.

Isn’t it always at the greatest moments of pleasure, that we’re faced with unhappy thoughts, for it was then that Sara remembered she’d forgotten to do something. Something that could have lasting consequences for both of them. She felt she’d betrayed him, but the time for regret had passed. She pushed the thought from her mind.  Right now, she didn’t want
anything
to spoil this perfect moment.

When Sara and Jared finally glided back down to Earth, they bathed each other.

Sara was convinced it couldn’t be possible for another man to love a woman as Jared had just loved her; as he’d promised to love her till the day she died – and beyond. She wondered if it was just God’s gift to Jared to be able to give himself so perfectly, mind, body, and soul to someone as he’d given himself to her. As they’d surrendered themselves to each other. Sara silently prayed she hadn’t betrayed that trust.

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Jared’s cell rang. He groaned, reluctant to move as he leaned over, retrieving it from his jeans pocket. He took a long steadying breath before pushing the speakerphone. “Hello, Mother.”

“Sorry to disturb you, but dinner is almost ready.”

“We’ll be right down,” he said, and disconnected the call. His voice was filled with regret. “Well, I suppose we’ll
have
to get out now, but not before I have one last kiss,” he said, crushing his lips to hers again, tempting another volcanic eruption. “I don’t know about you, but I’ve worked up one hell of an appetite. I could eat a bear – I hope Mother is serving one.” He grinned.

Sara was too polite to ask. She made a face. Jared laughed. “I was only kidding Sweetheart. You don’t honestly think I could eat the whole bear - do you?”

Sara gave Jared a strange look, unwilling to accept the possibility that she would actually eat bear meat.

Jared laughed again, leaned over, and kissed her forehead. He smiled. “I love you. You’re
so
innocent and naive.”

Sara narrowed her eyes at him as he held her hand and helped her out of the tub. They quickly dressed and hurried downstairs.

Sara was desperately trying to keep a straight face. She was convinced their lovemaking had been more audible than they’d realized. With what they’d just done – it had to have been!

Jared held a chair for Sara and sat beside her, showing no sign of emotion or embarrassment. Sara envied him as she fought to keep the color from her cheeks. For some reason, she sensed they knew everything.

Tom looked from Sara to Jared with a sly grin on his face as he passed Jared the fried chicken. Jared nervously cleared his throat, and carried on preparing his plate, pretending he didn’t see his father’s knowing glance.

As soon as they were finished eating, Sara started helping Nadine clear away the dishes. While Nadine was putting them in the dishwasher, Sara discreetly popped her little white pill in her mouth, keeping her fingers crossed, and hoping it wasn’t too late.

Chapter 28

That night, Jared slid in bed beside Sara, pulling her into his arms and kissing her. Sara rested her head on his shoulder. “Sleepy?”