Lustful Memoirs
By: Gina - gina@basic-nstynct.com
Chapter Fifty FiveMy heart stopped in that instant, those warm pliable lips capturing my own, lips, so soft, so familiar. I raised my hand, losing my fingers in his hair. I then pulled away, reaching up to remove the blindfold. He allowed me the actions, as I knew he would. I raised the silk from my eyes.
My hazel stare crashed into his blue orbs. My mouth opened to questioned him. I had never known how well he could disguise his voice, yet another talent that he had. He smiled at me, teeth that had been bathed in milk revealed. I closed my mouth, drowning in his gaze.
"Justin, what is going..." I couldn’t finish my question, for he silenced me with another kiss, a kiss that warmed my lips, my skin, my heart, my soul. A kiss that had begun and I didn’t want to end a kiss that pushed my questions, my surprise away. There was no urgency, no rush, just heartfelt emotions swirling between our lips. His tongue reached out and brushed my mouth. I opened to him, inviting him. He accepted. Our tongues danced for a time, his hands moving over the bare skin of my back. I buried my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to me. His mouth moved from mine, to place small tender kisses on my forehead, my eyelids, the tip of my nose, across my cheek. His tongue darted out to tease my earlobe before trailing down the long expanse of my neck. His fingers moved up my back to the straps of the dress. He lowered them, revealing my upper body to him. He dipped his head, tasting my breast, bringing one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently before repeating the action on the other side. My fingers moved from his hair to his shoulders, my nails digging into him softly as the sensations he caused rippled through me, beginning at my center and stretching throughout every sinew of muscle, through every nerve ending. He rose from the floor, bringing me with him. His hands moved to my waist, grabbing the soft material gathered there. He slid it down my body, letting it pool to the floor around my feet. He then lifted me, laying me on the bed. He stood watching me, his eyes memorizing me. I blushed under his intense heated gaze. I moved my hands to my breasts, a futile attempt to cover myself. He removed them.
"Let me look at you."
I did as he commanded, my hands moving to my sides. I felt slightly uncomfortable as he stared at me. He sensed this.
"Relax, beautiful."
His words did little to calm me, the tumultuous feelings coursing through my veins, I wanted to touch him, I wanted to feel his hands on my skin, I wanted to feel him fill me. Yet for minutes that stretched like hours, he was intent to look. And then he moved, coming closer. One of his hands lowered to my forehead. My skin burned at his touch, the anticipation of his actions causing me to tremble. He traced the pattern of the soft lines, then trailed his finger down my nose, over my lips, along the column of my neck. He flattened his palm as his hand met my chest and continued his journey. Over my breasts, down the planes of my abdomen, down my right leg. He lifted my foot to his mouth, placing a soft kiss on the arch, over my ankle, up my calf. Reaching the soft skin of my inner thigh, I let out a moan, my body shuddered. Tiny, tender kisses as he moved closer and closer to my warmth. He opened my legs, exposing my core to him. He dipped his head, kissing my center, before snaking his tongue over my sensitive nub. I grabbed at his hair, twirling my fingers around his curls, pulling his face closer to me, urging him to continue. He lapped at the moisture he created. His tongue dipping into me. Over and over he continued his motions until I could no longer hold on, my orgasm building from deep within me overflowing, my body shaking, his name pouring from my lips as my release poured from me.
I lay still, my body calming down. He moved away from me. I hardly noticed, my body continuing to ride the waves. With a quick motion, he was poised above me, our bodies molded, nothing separating us. I felt his lips descend on mine as he entered me. Colors I had never seen, so vibrant, so alive, exploded before my eyes. He stayed still, our bodies joined, our hearts connected. He then moved, slowly, each thrust deeper then the last. His lips on my neck, on my shoulder, on my mouth as he once again brought me to the edge. His pace increased, his muscles tightened. With a final movement, we slipped into the throws of ecstasy.
We lay in each other's arms, the remainder of the night stretched out before us, my thoughts only on him, on us, on our future. I shifted so that I could look at him, his long, dark lashes fanning across his cheek. His golden curls halloing his head in an unruly fashion. His lips were swollen from our kisses, his cheeks flushed. He opened his eyes under my stare, a smile forming on his face. His blue orbs pierced straight to my soul, the love, the care, the satisfaction found there.
"What are you thinking?" He asked me, his voice husky, quiet.
"I love you." It was the only plausible reply.
His grin widened, he placed a small kiss on my forehead, my skin left moist by the pressure of his lips.
"Those words, they are magic. Say them again. For me, please."
"I love you, I love you. I'll say them as many times as you are willing to listen, I'll only say them for you." I whispered to him, surprising myself at the ease in which the words were spoken. Not a hint of hesitation, and not a second thought, only those words were spoken for him, to him.
"I'll listen forever, the greatest music in my ears, those words falling from your lips." His hold on me tightened, relaying his need for me to hear what he said.
I snuggled against him, my head resting on his chest, the rhythmic beat of his heart tickling my ear. I listened as he breathed. We were comfortable, content, together. It mattered not what brought us to that point. It mattered not what would happen when we left the room. We arrived separately. We would be leaving together.
"Let’s go for a walk," his voice remained raspy.
I shifted, meeting his eyes. "You want me to disentangle myself from your arms, leave this warm bed, put on clothes, and go for a walk?" I smiled at him, teasing.
He gave me a crooked grin, pulling his lower lip between his teeth, that familiar look of uncertainty masking his features. I leaned over and placed a tender kiss on his lips.
"A walk sounds wonderful."
I rose from the bed, paying no attention that I was unclothed. I started toward the door. I could feel his gaze on my body, never faltering, watching my every movement. I swayed my hips, slowing my step, allowing him his perusal. I reached the door, my hand grasping the cool metal handle, I heard him rustle. I paused, wondering what he was doing. Then I felt him, his breath on my shoulder, his body heat penetrating my skin. His hands wrapped around my waist, his mouth just inches from my ear. His tongue snaked out to slide around the lobe, tickling me, arousing me. I turned in his arms, disappointed that the cloth of his silk boxers separated us.
"Blake," he peered into my eyes. "Although, I’m enjoying the view, I wouldn’t want Richard to partake. Where are you going, anyway?"
I blushed under his gaze. I blushed from his words. He made me feel innocent, refreshed, and new. He pushed away the past, allowing me only to see the now, the present.
"Justin, if we are going to go for a walk, I need to get dressed. You weren’t planning on walking down the beach naked were you?"
"Not this beach, no. One day I’ll take you to a beach and we can frolic in the waves in our birthday suits, but right now, I think clothing is appropriate. But I’ll get you something to wear, don’t leave this room. I can’t stand the thought of you even that far away."
He pulled away from me, his hand capturing mine as he walked toward the dressing area. With our hands still joined, he pulled out a shirt. It was pale blue, the familiar polo player stitched on the chest. He turned toward me, raising the hand that he held. He slipped the fabric over my fingers and up my arm. He then concentrated on the other side. I stood before him, the shirt hanging open. His fingers grasped the ends of the material, he buttoned it closed, all the while placing soft, tender kisses on the long column of my neck. His brow furrowed as he concentrated on his tasks. The material hung to just above my knee. He closed it to just above my breasts. I took in a deep breath, his scent billowing up from the shirt, the musky cologne, and the raw masculinity that was he.
Satisfied that I was now adequately covered, he turned from me, pulling a pair of jeans and a t-shirt from the bag. I watched as he pulled the cotton material over the long expanse of his legs. They hung low on his slender hips. He pulled the shirt over his head, before hiding his unruly curls under a baseball cap. He smiled at me, the grin never failing to cause the sensation of warmth to spread throughout my body.
He grabbed my hand, reestablishing the physical connection, leading me to the door. We exited the room, the cool night surrounding us, the sand tickling the soles of my feet. We walked the length of the beach, our hands joined, stopping every now and then to steal soft romantic kisses, or to point out something that one of us found interesting. The waves lapped on the shore by our feet, the moon shown down to kiss the water, a soft breeze floated around us, carrying the smells of our surroundings. The sounds of people crowding the boardwalk could be heard and yet, to me, we were all alone, just he and I, and our beach. I don’t recall how long we walked, or how many passes we made up and down that sandy shore, but never had I felt more happiness. We would talk for a time, then fall into a comfortable silence, content with each other’s company. The questions would come another time, but for that night, nothing shattered our intimacy. We returned to our room, both shivering slightly as the air around us continued to chill. The warmth of the room enveloped us. We lazily removed our clothes, then snuggled back underneath the covers, our arms wrapped around each other. We kissed, softly, tenderly, before the kisses grew deeper, our arousal for each other, our want of each other growing between us. We made love again, a shattering of colors surrounding us as we climaxed together. Minutes passed as our bodies settled into the post orgasmic lull, our bodies sate, our hearts secure. We drifted off to sleep.