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I STILL LOOK FOR YOU - PART 3
I Still Look For You continues – 2
Exhausted, she had fallen asleep on Bobby’s couch. She awoke to the touch of his fingers, running through her hair gently pushing it away from her face, her mouth.
“The kids?” she asked urgently.
“Asleep, for over an hour now.” His mouth traveled down her throat as he unbuttoned her shirt slowly, all the while looking directly into her eyes. His hair shone in the light of a candle he had lit while she lay sleeping.
He had crept up the stairs four times to make absolutely sure the kids were asleep. Her son and his youngest brother in the boy’s room and her daughter in his, they had finally given up.
He had brought down pillows and blankets and had covered her lean, curved body gently with a soft blanket. He lay on a blanket on the floor next to the sofa, a pillow bunched under his head. Eyes shut, he tried to ignore the tightness building in him. He sat up, lit a cigarette and went to the kitchen. Silently opening the refrigerator , he poured himself a glass of cold water and returned to his place on the floor. He stubbed out the cigarette hard and lay back down, turning away from where she slept. His breath was shallow and rapid and anticipation filled him. He knelt beside the couch, moving her hair back from her face.
His touch drew the blood from her head and left her dizzy. He was the air that she breathed. In concert, their clothes slowly freed their bodies, his hovering over hers, not yet touching full length. Her fingers grabbed for his hair and held on as he explored.
His arms drew her down to the floor next to him as he mastered her yearning that had come alive under his touch. He devoured her, long hungry – starved - for this woman. He moved slowly, drawing out this indulgence to the pinnacle, savoring this ecstatic rapture, then possessed her completely and ravenously.
They lay, her head on his shoulder, breathing in unison. He pulled at the blanket from the sofa, covering them. He wanted to blow out the candle and hold her, always, in this complete moment, knowing he could love her. Her mind seemed captured, frozen in this place where time did not intrude. She had fallen, pushed over the brink she had so masterfully balanced before and pushed back thoughts of where she would land.
Refusing to let this night end they reached for each other again mouths and bodies joined, rocking slowly, arching, flying, touching the sky they flew and soared to far away places that neither would ever find again.
I STILL LOOK FOR YOU - PART 4
- I STILL LOOK FOR YOU - PART 4
Even though this house was a temporary home for Lynn and her children she loved it and enjoyed its beauty every day. Her boss and owner of the apartment complexes she managed knew all too well of the...