CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
I know I was made to find you
Our fates were always intertwined
And you're the dream I go to
Every time I close my eyes
Like the northern star you guide me
When I journey far from home
And now that I have you beside me
There is no way that I'll let you go
If you're lost then I will find you
If you ask me I'll lay my life down
Not for glory, I'm striving For Your Love
I'm fighting
There are many things to fight for
And castles won by greater men
But you're the only thing I long for
And your honor I will always defend
I'm fighting For Your Love
I would tear down any wall
And For Your Love
I'd turn my back on this world
For Your Love
Every treasure I'd deny myself
For Your Love, For Your Love
If you're lost then I will find you
If you ask me I'll lay my life down
Not for glory, I'm striving For Your Love
He stood there in pitch darkness. He longed to see her but he knew he didn't have to. He didn't have to see her to know how flawlessly beautiful she was. One beam of moonlight shone through the crack of the drapes on the window. Not a gleam of it shone on her but it provided enough light for him to see where was.
He stood there, palms sweating. Was he nervous? This was new. She had never made him nervous before. What was it about this night? Was it the air? Was the moon full? He didn't know, he hadn't paid attention.
He began by quietly kicking off his shoes. He tried to be as silent as possible. He didn't exactly have a plan for this. He just simply played it as he went. That was what he was good at. That's what life was all about--living in the moment. At this moment he was no longer thinking with his mind. All that had gone out the window entirely. Tonight he thought--no, he felt--with his heart. For him, tonight was all about feeling his way through. Feeling everything. Feeling her.
Slowly, one by one, piece by piece, he removed articles of clothing. He winced when his belt buckle clinked as he tried to gently lay his pants on the floor. He would have draped them elsewhere had he been able to see. But he didn't dare turn on any kind of light. Not tonight.
He stood in the exact same spot, fully, nude, never moving. Should he do this? Would he be able to find his clothes in the dark if he decided to change his mind? He decided he wouldn't. There was no way he could get dressed and escape before she awoke to find him. No. There was no turning back now.
He took a step and stopped, glancing down at pitch darkness. No erection? Odd...normally the mere presence of her was enough to get him going. But right now? Well, that was okay. For once, in this situation, it wasn't really about that. The removal of clothing seemed merely ritual. Clothing seemed to create a barrier--it had a tendency to make you feel miles and miles away from a person. He felt as if removing his clothing and feeling her skin on his may possibly mold them as one. He needed to be as close to her as he could possibly get and skin on skin was about as close as he knew he could get to her.
The single beam of moonlight created a thin stream of light that passed on the carpet right in front of him, barely illuminating a small corner at the end of the bed. At his feet, the beam seemed to act as a barrier. A line to cross. It seemed to beckon to him, to say to him that once he crossed this line there was no going back. That once he crossed this line into her world, he was hers forever. He hesitated and then he took a step forward, the thin light of the moon beam streaming across his bare ankle. That was the only light in the room. He didn't need light. Not tonight.
He was thankful to have made it to the bed without falling or tripping over anything. He was so nervous. Again, he didn't understand his nerves. Actually, he knew what his problem was, but he chose to ignore it.
Slowly and quietly, he pulled up a corner of the comforter and slid into bed beside her. He slid over just enough to where he could feel her presence but dared not touch her. He breathed in the fresh scent of her hair and the lotion he knew she had slathered on her skin before bed. No, he hadn't been watching her.
He just knew her. He had seen her routine before.
His eyes would never get used to this darkness. That was okay with him. He did notice, however, that he still sported no erection. Not that he was desperate or anything. But he'd never had any problem like this before and he hoped that it wasn't a problem. He just didn't understand it. It was a natural occurrence. You undress, get in bed with a female, your body reacts. Right?
Who knew anymore?
He longed to touch her. He wasn't quite sure how to approach this. He lay on his left side under the covers and slowly let his right hand creep across the sheets toward her waiting body. He felt her shirt and froze, contemplating his next move. Finally, he let his hand gently keep going until he felt her body under her shirt. He let his hand slide up and discovered that it found her hip. He smiled to himself in the dark. Judging by what he felt under his hand, she was laying on her left side, also, facing the opposite direction. Underneath his hand, he felt the lacy strip of her panties, the hem of the t-shirt she wore, and a strip of her warm skin in between. A chill ran down his spine. It was this mere touch right here, at this moment, when he knew he would make love to her tonight.
With his hand on her hip, he let his thumb caress and gently squeeze her skin.
She stirred.
He never moved his hand. He left it completely stationary as he allowed her to slowly turn over in his hand and he knew she was facing him. He couldn't see her but he knew. His hand landed in the exact same location on the opposite hip. He smiled again.
He could feel her breath on him. He knew simply by the way she was breathing that she was awake. He didn't need to see her. He never needed to see her to feel her. To know her.
Suddenly he felt her hand on him. Instinctively, her hand found his face, his cheek. She then lightly let her hand run through his hair and then down his arm. The way she touched him, it was so gentle and so...exploratory. It sent chills down his spine once again. And something else--oh, there it was. It wasn't gone forever. He was almost relieved.
She couldn't see him. She didn't have to. The way he felt, the way he smelled--she was even more
intoxicated by him than she ever had been. At this moment, though she didn't exactly care, she found herself whispering into the pitch darkness, "You're not supposed to be here."
"Yes I am," he whispered back.
"You must be in so much trouble."
"That's something I'll have to deal with."
"But how did you--?"
"That doesn't matter. I realized that I can't be away from you. I just can't. Being away from you isn't who I am." He smiled into the darkness. "I can't see you but I know you're smiling."
"I am," she whispered.
Sliding his hand from her hip to her back, he pulled her close to him. At the time she had only felt his bare arm. She found herself surprised, and admittedly pleased, that he wore absolutely nothing. She was turned on instantly. She felt herself tremble as his hand slid down her leg before he pulled it over and draped it over his bare waist. By now she was soaking. She knew it.
The way her bare leg felt draped over him made him throb. He prided himself in being able to practice excellent self-control but this night was proving difficult. When he first came in the room all he wanted was to be close to her. Now he couldn't begin to count the ways he wanted her.
As their hands gently explored each other, he slid his hand up her smooth leg and up to her hip. He stopped at the lacy strip of her panties he had felt under his hand earlier and tucked his fingers underneath the band and gently tugged, silently signaling that it was time for them to go. She expertly wriggled her way out of them and they seemed to disappear in the bed sheets. Now she lay beside him, in complete darkness, in nothing but a t-shirt. The thought nearly sent him over the edge.
And then he kissed her. He had needed this kiss for so long. It was almost as if he couldn't survive without it. He savored the way she tasted and how her tongue felt as it danced in synch with his. Her lips were so soft and the moment she tugged at his bottom lip with her teeth almost sent him into an uncontrollable tizzy.
When she gently and seductively licked his lips was when he discovered he couldn't take anymore. He pulled
her closer to him, tighter, and pressed himself against her as if he couldn't get close enough to her. Wrapped in his arms, he buried his face in her neck and kissed her, teasing her with his tongue, getting further turned on by the short, quiet breaths she breathed in his ear.
In one motion he rolled her over on her back and positioned himself over her. Her left arm and his right arm
extended out simultaneously and they both softly laughed as they realized they were both feeling the bed to see how much room they had left. The could see nothing but pitch darkness. This was okay with them.
He helped her remove her shirt and now they lay, pressed against each other, skin on skin, her legs open
underneath him, her ankles resting aimlessly over the backs of his legs. He kissed her again, their breathing steadily increasing. He rested his elbows on the pillow in either side of her head and entangled both of his hands in her hair as he kissed her. His lips traveled down her chin, down her neck and down her chest as he felt her breathing begin to increase.
When he took one of her breasts in his mouth, she gasped out of impulse. His tongue felt so good on her she felt herself arching her back as her loins ached with need. She felt her hand entangling his hair as his tongue teased her nipple. When he had come back up to kiss her, she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist.
She was ready.
He let his hand explore between her legs and nearly lost his mind when he felt how wet she was. He didn't
even have to enter her to know. Their lust for each other was coming on much more rapidly than he had anticipated. However, they did have all night and he knew they would spend the rest of the night wrapped up in each other. With this logic, giving in to lust so soon no longer felt like the wrong path to take.
Wrapping his hand around his erection, he guided the tip and pressed it against her, massaging her in just the right place. He slowly massaged in circular motions, then up and down and rotated between the two patterns. He knew just when to slow down and when to speed up. What he didn't know, was how much longer he could take it himself.
When she felt his tip against her she began to move her pelvis to the rhythm, not able to help herself. She took both of her breasts in her hands and spread her legs wider for him. She knew him. She knew he wouldn't stop until she had enough. It felt so good she almost lost herself in it when she heard the faint moan escape from his throat. It was the first sound either one of them had made since the few words they had spoken earlier.
Knowing he needed her, she took his erection in her hand and guided him inside her. She heard him suck in
his breath and then he was close to her again, over top of her. One by one, he wrapped her legs around his waist and he took her head in his hands as he slowly slid in and out of her. She couldn't believe how good
he felt inside her, it was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Never in her life had every emotion she could possibly possess be molded into one and made her feel the way she did at this moment. She hooked her arms underneath his and let her nails lightly dig into his back and shoulders. The feeling of his chest against hers, his breathing in her ear and the slow and steady rhythm he performed inside her caused her to ball up her fists and hold him tighter. It seemed as if she couldn't get close enough to him.
They both knew they were coming close. As if holding on for the ride, she wrapped her legs even tighter
around him and in the darkness he came forehead to forehead, nose to nose with her until they both came, never making a sound, only listening to each other breathe. They came at once, a symphony of pleasure and emotion. A release so needed it left them both lightheaded for moments after it had passed.
He kissed her gently and deeply, taking time to savor their rhythm before he kissed a trail along her check to her neck and whispered quietly into her ear. So quietly it was almost silent. "I love you."
She turned her head toward him. "And I love you," she whispered back. "I've loved you all this time."
The rest of the night was spent in each other's arms, sharing light caresses and feeling each other's heart
beating against the other. Neither one of them uttered a single word. They simply lay together, wrapped up in each other, in the pitch black darkness.
They preferred the dark. It defined them. It always had. They lay there together, alone, silent. In the dark. Tucked away from the rest of the world. This was who they were. This was who they had always been. This was their way.
This was Tay and Mel.
I know I was made to find you
Our fates were always intertwined
And you're the dream I go to
Every time I close my eyes
Like the northern star you guide me
When I journey far from home
And now that I have you beside me
There is no way that I'll let you go
If you're lost then I will find you
If you ask me I'll lay my life down
Not for glory, I'm striving For Your Love
I'm fighting
There are many things to fight for
And castles won by greater men
But you're the only thing I long for
And your honor I will always defend
I'm fighting For Your Love
I would tear down any wall
And For Your Love
I'd turn my back on this world
For Your Love
Every treasure I'd deny myself
For Your Love, For Your Love
If you're lost then I will find you
If you ask me I'll lay my life down
Not for glory, I'm striving For Your Love
He stood there in pitch darkness. He longed to see her but he knew he didn't have to. He didn't have to see her to know how flawlessly beautiful she was. One beam of moonlight shone through the crack of the drapes on the window. Not a gleam of it shone on her but it provided enough light for him to see where was.
He stood there, palms sweating. Was he nervous? This was new. She had never made him nervous before. What was it about this night? Was it the air? Was the moon full? He didn't know, he hadn't paid attention.
He began by quietly kicking off his shoes. He tried to be as silent as possible. He didn't exactly have a plan for this. He just simply played it as he went. That was what he was good at. That's what life was all about--living in the moment. At this moment he was no longer thinking with his mind. All that had gone out the window entirely. Tonight he thought--no, he felt--with his heart. For him, tonight was all about feeling his way through. Feeling everything. Feeling her.
Slowly, one by one, piece by piece, he removed articles of clothing. He winced when his belt buckle clinked as he tried to gently lay his pants on the floor. He would have draped them elsewhere had he been able to see. But he didn't dare turn on any kind of light. Not tonight.
He stood in the exact same spot, fully, nude, never moving. Should he do this? Would he be able to find his clothes in the dark if he decided to change his mind? He decided he wouldn't. There was no way he could get dressed and escape before she awoke to find him. No. There was no turning back now.
He took a step and stopped, glancing down at pitch darkness. No erection? Odd...normally the mere presence of her was enough to get him going. But right now? Well, that was okay. For once, in this situation, it wasn't really about that. The removal of clothing seemed merely ritual. Clothing seemed to create a barrier--it had a tendency to make you feel miles and miles away from a person. He felt as if removing his clothing and feeling her skin on his may possibly mold them as one. He needed to be as close to her as he could possibly get and skin on skin was about as close as he knew he could get to her.
The single beam of moonlight created a thin stream of light that passed on the carpet right in front of him, barely illuminating a small corner at the end of the bed. At his feet, the beam seemed to act as a barrier. A line to cross. It seemed to beckon to him, to say to him that once he crossed this line there was no going back. That once he crossed this line into her world, he was hers forever. He hesitated and then he took a step forward, the thin light of the moon beam streaming across his bare ankle. That was the only light in the room. He didn't need light. Not tonight.
He was thankful to have made it to the bed without falling or tripping over anything. He was so nervous. Again, he didn't understand his nerves. Actually, he knew what his problem was, but he chose to ignore it.
Slowly and quietly, he pulled up a corner of the comforter and slid into bed beside her. He slid over just enough to where he could feel her presence but dared not touch her. He breathed in the fresh scent of her hair and the lotion he knew she had slathered on her skin before bed. No, he hadn't been watching her.
He just knew her. He had seen her routine before.
His eyes would never get used to this darkness. That was okay with him. He did notice, however, that he still sported no erection. Not that he was desperate or anything. But he'd never had any problem like this before and he hoped that it wasn't a problem. He just didn't understand it. It was a natural occurrence. You undress, get in bed with a female, your body reacts. Right?
Who knew anymore?
He longed to touch her. He wasn't quite sure how to approach this. He lay on his left side under the covers and slowly let his right hand creep across the sheets toward her waiting body. He felt her shirt and froze, contemplating his next move. Finally, he let his hand gently keep going until he felt her body under her shirt. He let his hand slide up and discovered that it found her hip. He smiled to himself in the dark. Judging by what he felt under his hand, she was laying on her left side, also, facing the opposite direction. Underneath his hand, he felt the lacy strip of her panties, the hem of the t-shirt she wore, and a strip of her warm skin in between. A chill ran down his spine. It was this mere touch right here, at this moment, when he knew he would make love to her tonight.
With his hand on her hip, he let his thumb caress and gently squeeze her skin.
She stirred.
He never moved his hand. He left it completely stationary as he allowed her to slowly turn over in his hand and he knew she was facing him. He couldn't see her but he knew. His hand landed in the exact same location on the opposite hip. He smiled again.
He could feel her breath on him. He knew simply by the way she was breathing that she was awake. He didn't need to see her. He never needed to see her to feel her. To know her.
Suddenly he felt her hand on him. Instinctively, her hand found his face, his cheek. She then lightly let her hand run through his hair and then down his arm. The way she touched him, it was so gentle and so...exploratory. It sent chills down his spine once again. And something else--oh, there it was. It wasn't gone forever. He was almost relieved.
She couldn't see him. She didn't have to. The way he felt, the way he smelled--she was even more
intoxicated by him than she ever had been. At this moment, though she didn't exactly care, she found herself whispering into the pitch darkness, "You're not supposed to be here."
"Yes I am," he whispered back.
"You must be in so much trouble."
"That's something I'll have to deal with."
"But how did you--?"
"That doesn't matter. I realized that I can't be away from you. I just can't. Being away from you isn't who I am." He smiled into the darkness. "I can't see you but I know you're smiling."
"I am," she whispered.
Sliding his hand from her hip to her back, he pulled her close to him. At the time she had only felt his bare arm. She found herself surprised, and admittedly pleased, that he wore absolutely nothing. She was turned on instantly. She felt herself tremble as his hand slid down her leg before he pulled it over and draped it over his bare waist. By now she was soaking. She knew it.
The way her bare leg felt draped over him made him throb. He prided himself in being able to practice excellent self-control but this night was proving difficult. When he first came in the room all he wanted was to be close to her. Now he couldn't begin to count the ways he wanted her.
As their hands gently explored each other, he slid his hand up her smooth leg and up to her hip. He stopped at the lacy strip of her panties he had felt under his hand earlier and tucked his fingers underneath the band and gently tugged, silently signaling that it was time for them to go. She expertly wriggled her way out of them and they seemed to disappear in the bed sheets. Now she lay beside him, in complete darkness, in nothing but a t-shirt. The thought nearly sent him over the edge.
And then he kissed her. He had needed this kiss for so long. It was almost as if he couldn't survive without it. He savored the way she tasted and how her tongue felt as it danced in synch with his. Her lips were so soft and the moment she tugged at his bottom lip with her teeth almost sent him into an uncontrollable tizzy.
When she gently and seductively licked his lips was when he discovered he couldn't take anymore. He pulled
her closer to him, tighter, and pressed himself against her as if he couldn't get close enough to her. Wrapped in his arms, he buried his face in her neck and kissed her, teasing her with his tongue, getting further turned on by the short, quiet breaths she breathed in his ear.
In one motion he rolled her over on her back and positioned himself over her. Her left arm and his right arm
extended out simultaneously and they both softly laughed as they realized they were both feeling the bed to see how much room they had left. The could see nothing but pitch darkness. This was okay with them.
He helped her remove her shirt and now they lay, pressed against each other, skin on skin, her legs open
underneath him, her ankles resting aimlessly over the backs of his legs. He kissed her again, their breathing steadily increasing. He rested his elbows on the pillow in either side of her head and entangled both of his hands in her hair as he kissed her. His lips traveled down her chin, down her neck and down her chest as he felt her breathing begin to increase.
When he took one of her breasts in his mouth, she gasped out of impulse. His tongue felt so good on her she felt herself arching her back as her loins ached with need. She felt her hand entangling his hair as his tongue teased her nipple. When he had come back up to kiss her, she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist.
She was ready.
He let his hand explore between her legs and nearly lost his mind when he felt how wet she was. He didn't
even have to enter her to know. Their lust for each other was coming on much more rapidly than he had anticipated. However, they did have all night and he knew they would spend the rest of the night wrapped up in each other. With this logic, giving in to lust so soon no longer felt like the wrong path to take.
Wrapping his hand around his erection, he guided the tip and pressed it against her, massaging her in just the right place. He slowly massaged in circular motions, then up and down and rotated between the two patterns. He knew just when to slow down and when to speed up. What he didn't know, was how much longer he could take it himself.
When she felt his tip against her she began to move her pelvis to the rhythm, not able to help herself. She took both of her breasts in her hands and spread her legs wider for him. She knew him. She knew he wouldn't stop until she had enough. It felt so good she almost lost herself in it when she heard the faint moan escape from his throat. It was the first sound either one of them had made since the few words they had spoken earlier.
Knowing he needed her, she took his erection in her hand and guided him inside her. She heard him suck in
his breath and then he was close to her again, over top of her. One by one, he wrapped her legs around his waist and he took her head in his hands as he slowly slid in and out of her. She couldn't believe how good
he felt inside her, it was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Never in her life had every emotion she could possibly possess be molded into one and made her feel the way she did at this moment. She hooked her arms underneath his and let her nails lightly dig into his back and shoulders. The feeling of his chest against hers, his breathing in her ear and the slow and steady rhythm he performed inside her caused her to ball up her fists and hold him tighter. It seemed as if she couldn't get close enough to him.
They both knew they were coming close. As if holding on for the ride, she wrapped her legs even tighter
around him and in the darkness he came forehead to forehead, nose to nose with her until they both came, never making a sound, only listening to each other breathe. They came at once, a symphony of pleasure and emotion. A release so needed it left them both lightheaded for moments after it had passed.
He kissed her gently and deeply, taking time to savor their rhythm before he kissed a trail along her check to her neck and whispered quietly into her ear. So quietly it was almost silent. "I love you."
She turned her head toward him. "And I love you," she whispered back. "I've loved you all this time."
The rest of the night was spent in each other's arms, sharing light caresses and feeling each other's heart
beating against the other. Neither one of them uttered a single word. They simply lay together, wrapped up in each other, in the pitch black darkness.
They preferred the dark. It defined them. It always had. They lay there together, alone, silent. In the dark. Tucked away from the rest of the world. This was who they were. This was who they had always been. This was their way.
This was Tay and Mel.