Tangled Hair (2 page)

He kissed his way down to her neck. She couldn’t resist but to breathe heavily against his ear. The pleasure outweighed
everything she imagined it could be. They kissed on the first date, but in a parking lot next to his car, not in the privacy of her home. In her living room she could be more at ease, open herself up completely to him. Her deep breaths gave him the confidence to kiss her with more passion and suck her skin into a state of rapture.

Thunder shook the windows and she grasped his arms. His muscle tone was firm, yet his touch was gentle. Earlier in the day she questioned how far she was willing to go on a second date. She was going to wait until the fourth, perhaps the fifth date to have sex but now in his strong arms she felt the will to resist slipping away.

There was something very erotic about the stormy weather while being in the embrace of this mysterious stranger. He seemed like he was the type of stranger she could trust—and yet there was a complete sense of mystery as to who he was in bed…

After he kissed his way
down to the valley of her breasts, she whispered, “Stop.”

He got up and said, “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” She smiled. “Let’s go into the bedroom.”

She took him by the hand and
led him to her bed. She dimmed the lights and lit a candle. Earlier she sprayed the room with the scent of spring flowers. As she collapsed into the soft bed—she felt herself collapsing into heaven and the rest of the world diffused away.

He undressed her slowly, savoring every part of her, experiencing every inch of her with his lips. He took off her blouse
, shirt, and bra, and kissed his way around to the two islands of pink on white.

His tongue danced in circles on her nipples, side to side, changing patterns, with more and more escalating pleasure escaping from her
lips. He rubbed her inner thighs, sending surges of pleasure flowing throughout her.

Fate had somehow brought her to this stranger. The moment was unique. It had never happened before and it would never happen again.

John took off her jeans and dragged his lips along her inner thigh, and then pulled off her black thong with his teeth. He settled his lips on her center and went below the surface…

She squeezed his arms and let out a long sigh of ecstasy.

He was so close to her, his tongue in her, but she wanted him closer until he couldn’t go any further. It had been months. She forgot how heavenly the rapture of love felt like.

He took her hand and placed it on his dick. She squeezed her fingers around it and then bent her head down to taste him. The taste turned into a thirst and she moved his cock around in her mouth and rubbed the top of it with her tongue.

He leaned back and exhaled. He brushed his fingers through her hair.

John
pulled her closer, until she was on top of him. He rubbed his dick against her clit and kissed her with the fierce passion of an animal.

“Do you have a condom?” She asked.

He searched his jean pockets and pulled out a plastic packet.

She slid on top. Fiona started to move in rhythmical thrusts and entered into a deep trance of pleasure. The pleasure overwhelmed h
er and she released it with loud breaths, arching her back up at the ceiling. He slapped her ass and she told him to do it again.

They began breathing
with the same rhythm, experiencing moments of ecstasy from different angles.

Every time he stopped kissing her she mo
aned in a crescendo of rapture slowly being pushed over to the edge of orgasm.

A thousand sensations of pleasure built up and culminated in one long gasp of release moving through her soul.

After making love they lay there in each other’s arms and fell asleep to the gentle tapping of rain on the window.

~*~

In the morning, when John woke up, he was reminded of last night’s moments of passion as he looked at the beautiful angel sleeping next to him. Waking up in the embrace of Fiona’s naked body brought him a great sense of comfort. Her tangled hair, spread over the pillow, glowed beautifully in the morning light.

During the
last few months
most mornings he woke up alone. For some reason the beauty of her tangled hair, reflecting off in the gentle morning light gave him a deep sense of happiness that he had not felt in a long time. In the last few years he searched his life and himself for that one missing aspect that continued to elude him from true happiness. He discovered the touch of that happiness, here in her warm bed. A simple happiness that showed up unexpectedly.

These thoughts took him to a far off ocean of emotion, with the bed floating away from all the pain in the world he had experienced lately. Sometimes there were moments, full of hope,
where the disappointments and coldness of the world were shielded away by the warm embrace of two lovers.