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You held out your hand to me steady and beckoning. You smiled gently, a smile I have yet to see. My breath caught in my throat as I gazed into your eyes which glimmered with a blaze of certainty and confidence. I was curious about the gesture, about the look, about that smile.
Always trusting you to lead me where my soul longs to be led, I reach out and place my hand in yours. A familiar rush of energy courses through my body from the connection to you. I smile up at you, knowing you feel it too, and my eyes hold the answer to the question you have not spoken.
“Come with me,” you say and I shiver at the intensity vibrating in the depths of your voice. “Come with me to bed.”
My heart skidded to a halt and I could not breathe. All at once, my body was a liquid inferno. I felt my eyes grow wide with wonder and your hand grasped mine closely, encouraging me to move with you as you smiled reassuringly.
Ever so quietly you said, “Come with me to bed.” You place our hands against your chest. I feel your heart racing in connection with mine.
“Come with me to bed,” you whisper, yet again causing my heart to pound erratically, “I am going to make love to you.”
My lungs collapse with an instantaneous response of need, anticipation and wonder. You smile at me so broadly, so proudly, that I am certain my surprise is etched plainly on my face. I suddenly feel like a virgin, uncertain and scared, intrigued and curious.
I follow you toward the bed where we have slept soundly, platonically, together more times than I could count, my heart racing, my body already climbing to the summit. Standing beside the bed, you let go of my hand and turn to face me in the fully lit room. Breathless with longing, I watch you ease off your jacket and pull your shirt over your head. It was a move I have watched numerous times, yet this time it is different.
As you ease out of your shoes, socks and pants with effortless grace, my breath catches around the lump in my throat. I am startled to feel my eyes filling with tears as I gaze at the smooth beauty of you. Standing there before me, clad only in your biker briefs, the evident presence of your intent is proud and unquestionable. I swallow slowly, willingly taking in the sights of you as a lover would, for the first time in all these years of knowing you.
Still fully clothed, and feeling suddenly timid, I step out of my sandals and toward you, longing to feel the heat of you against me to melt away the shyness. Gently you reach out to stop me. Slowly you unzip my jacket and ease it off my shoulders, tossing it to the floor. Patiently, you unbutton the numerous buttons down the front of my dress until you are able to slide the sleeves off my shoulders and down my arms. It rests loosely around my waist and your eyes slowly take in the expanse of me exposed to your gaze. I lower my eyes afraid of the sudden intensity I feel within me and see mirrored in your eyes.
For the first time, you are free to look at me as a lover would and you take your time. My pulse rages solidly through my body and my shallow breathing causes my black lace clad breasts to visibly rise and fall. I hear your ragged, deep intake of air and glance up to find myself locked in your eyes, need surrounding us and filling the room.
Slowly, as though I were a bird you do not want to scare into flight, you reach out your hand and, with one nudge my dress falls to the floor in a black puddle at my feet. Your hand rests hot against my hip. I feel panic rise and lower my eyes, momentarily embarrassed to have you see me as a lover would. I feel afraid that you will see what I see when I look in the mirror. I am afraid you will no longer want me when you look at my truths.
The heat of your hand against my hip keeps me rooted in my body, in that space, although I want desperately to flee. For centuries you study me. Without looking up, I feel my body light up wherever your gaze lands. I feel the blush cover my body. Your hand rises from my hip and with one finger, you drag a trail of fire up the center of me. Along my belly. Between my breasts. Under my chin. Gently you nudge my chin upward.
Given no choice, my eyes meet yours and tears spill down my cheeks, hot and trembling. The fiery love in your eyes startles me and you smile that smile that tells me you have loved me for lifetimes, just as I have you.
“Come with me,” you whisper, your fingertips caressing my jaw, “you beautiful woman. Come with me.”
You toss the blankets back on the bed and ease yourself down, tugging at my hand and encouraging me to follow. I lay beside you, laying on my right side to face you. Our bodies touch full length on and I feel the solid hardness of you pulse hotly against me. My arousal bursts through me and from between my legs in a warm, fluid melt, readying me for the eventual welcoming of you.
In a billowing burst, you snap the white sheets up and over our heads, ensconcing us in a glowing bubble and shielding us from everything but us. Timidly, I cross my arms across my chest, putting them between us and securely placing my hands under my right cheek, as my left leg pristinely slides over my right to close off the heat I feel pulsing out of my center.
You smile at me, feeling my shyness, my need to protect myself. Shaking your head in a gentle manner, you slowly grasp my left wrist and pull at it until you place my hand against my left hip. Then, with firm and loving confidence you nudge my left leg and push against me until I am lying on my back, open and available to you. I am breathing deeply to keep from crying or bolting. You run your right hand through my hair as your eyes lovingly gaze into mine, and then trail your fingertips down my jaw and my neck until you rest your hand upon my shoulder.
The flame of need is hot in your eyes and you look at my breasts hungrily, allowing yourself to drink in the new sights as a lover. Slowly, finally becoming the lover, your hand eases beneath my bra strap and slides it down my shoulder. My hand has a will of its own as it reaches backward to unclasp the strap. You smile your thanks and my heart flutters as I wait for that first touch of you against my sensitive skin.
Without hesitation, you slide your hand under the gaping lace to touch me for the first time. We moan in unison and grin at one another, grateful for the ancient familiarity of us. Your hand caresses my breast and your thumb arouses my nipple to full attention. My juices tickle out of me in a hot rush and I ease my thighs apart imperceptibly.
You slide the bra off my body, baring me to your eyes and my breath catches in my throat. Slowly you dip your lips to reverently kiss each nipple in turn, a gentle kiss, yet it almost sends me over the cliff. I shudder, goosebumps rising along my body. You sigh with contentment and knowing and I shudder again.
As your lips continue to kiss my nipples, your hand begins the slow and tantalizing dance across my belly, in a swirling, soothing, arousing, delightful path. My concentration is fractured as you open your lips to lightly trace circles with your tongue around my nipple just as your hand slides under the lacy waistband of my panties. I am assailed with luscious sensations and anticipation. My legs part in conscious welcome.
You raise your mouth from my tight nipple and lock your eyes on mine. We have yet to kiss as lovers kiss and yet I am already yours for the taking, waiting for the touch that hovers just out of reach. I feel my fluids flowing freely, so hot against me. I feel my center gathering, waiting to explode. You stare at me as your hand continues its downward path.
There will be no closing my eyes. You hold my vision in a commanding gaze as your fingers brush through my pubic hairs and entertain my lips which are open to your touch. I moan. You sigh. You continue running your finger along the length of my lips, without entering, coaxing them to open further. Your touch glides smoothly through my fluids and your eyes burn into me. I am captive, breathless, found.
My center has opened to allow you full access to me. Slowly, you continue to tickle the edges of my lips then ease toward my clitoris. I gasp as you find her and introduce yourself to her with a gentle circle. She rises to greet you and my essence flows freely from me. You continue to circle her, coaxing me to full wakefulness and lower your lips toward mine, never breaking eye contact.
Then you hover there, waiting to seal the lover’s contract, your lips a hair’s breadth from mine. I moan with the sensations of your finger, your heat, your tantalizing nearness. Then you lower your lips to mine in a kiss so chaste it surprises me and is in direct contrast to your finger, which has intimately penetrated my center in an agonizingly slow, fluid movement.
I gasp, arching my hips up to take in the touch. You break the kiss and look back into my eyes as you take your first lover’s touch of my liquid heat. Burying your finger into the depths of me, you groan and your thumb finds my clitoris. Instantly, with breathtaking force, I am near the summit. I feel myself contract around you and you smile, knowing I am yours for the taking.
You lower your lips to mine again and take me full on as a lover would, sliding another finger inside me to send me teetering on the pinnacle. Your tongue dances with mine comfortably, a dance we have never danced before in this lifetime but one that comes to us from lifetimes beyond. You taste of earth and wine, exactly as I have always known you would and I cry into you, coming home to the command of your strength, our primordial and unending love.
There is no longer any fear or shyness as I reach toward you. You groan into my mouth and roll toward me, your fingers moving within me in the rhythm of life. You raise your lips with a reluctant moan and look into my eyes. Tears spill down our faces as we come home and you whisper, “I…”
Somewhere in the distance, a door slams. I open my eyes to find myself alone in the dawn. My body is on fire, open and aching for you.
I am alone.
It was only a dream.
