Rekindled (4 page)

My hands began wildly searching for his love organ. I reached down toward his crotch and felt a very heavy and large muscle.

“Is that real,” I gasped, slightly embarrassed after making the remark.

Abandoning his mouth from my breasts he smiled, “It is all me.” Then he returned to feasting upon my fleshly mounds.

“I need you in me,” I ordered, “I need to feel your fullness.” My legs began to squirm. I needed to feel him right now.

I felt his hands move down the length of my torso, toward my swimming trunks. I quickly straightened my legs so he could easily get my swim shorts off me. As he removed my bottoms, he bit harder on my left nipple sending shock waves through my body. I arched my back and screamed, “Yes Antonio, bite it baby bite it.”

 
The combination of the alcohol, ecstasy, fire and ocean overwhelmed my senses. The beach began to spin and everything began to get hazy. My stomach began to churn and then everything went dark.

  The rays of the sunlight hit my eyes, stirring me to stretch out. As I began to regain my consciousness, I blindly reached for Antonio. I quickly realized something wasn’t right. I no longer heard the roar of the ocean, inhaled the brine smell of the shoreline or felt the grittiness of sand beneath my bottom. Instead, I felt the smoothness of satin sheets, the calming smell of lavender and the cool breeze of a fan. My eyes fluttered open as I looked around the room. I turned over searching for Antonio.

“It was only a dream,” I moaned. “That is impossible!”

I rolled to my side and grabbed an oversized pillow and hugged it tightly. My eyes turned into faucets. The taste of saline filled my mouth, courtesy of my tears. “Why, Why?” I retorted, “Antonio was my
soul mate
. I felt him. I tasted him. He was real!”

I reached for the tissue paper on Lexi’s oak night stand. My hand hit something light and rectangular, knocking it from its perch. “Funny it didn’t make a sound,” I murmured. After grabbing the Kleenex, trumpeting my nose and wadding my snot into a ball, I leaned over the bed. My legs spread across the mattress and my body bent like a swivel.

I put on my detective hat and began searching for my prize. After a few minutes, the blood began rushing to my head. “This obviously isn’t working,” I whined. I rolled the rest of my body off the floor and on all fours began searching for my prey. Quickly my eye caught the glimpse of light pink paper.

I pounced on the paper quickly discovering it was a card. Holding it up, I quickly flipped it over and noticed a giant V on the envelope. It was a man’s writing. I eagerly tore into the contents of the jacket.

The card I pulled out sent chills of pleasure and happiness through my body. I could fell a shit-eating grin cracking my face. On the cover in black in white, two small children holding hands and laughing sat on a beach. The golden locks of the girl brushed against the brunette boy’s shoulder. Before I turned the page, I noticed a few last details. The girl had pink fingernail polish and the boy had a small guitar on his lap.

My body tingled with excitement and fear. “Did Antonio bring me here? How would he have known? Who is this man?”

 
I pondered as I slowly opened the card. The standard script was cute. It simply read:
“Life is a Beach so share it with the one you love.”
  However, the handwritten note on the left hand side captivated me:

I found you in a pool of despair inches away from death

The spirits above guided me to you

In saving you, I saved myself

I look forward to knowing you and loving you

You are the highlight of my life

The music in my soul

You are my greatest song

Love Antonio.
             
             

As if on cue, I heard the rhythmic sounds of a guitar in the family room. My heart began to beat quickly. I quickly opened the door and my nose was overwhelmed with the smell of freshly cooked eggs and bacon.

“I was hoping you would awake soon.”

“But how—could you have known where I live.”

“You told me silly. Last night, you went from a passionate lover to a very sick puppy. You got very sick on the beach.”

“How sick?”

“Lose your lunch sick,” he smiled sheepishly.

I could feel heat rush to my face, the color of crimson. “Are you serious?” I am so embarrassed. “Is that why you didn’t sleep with me last night?”

“No, it was out of respect. You are the first woman that I have wanted in seven years. I feel as though my deceased wife and the spirit world blessed our union. I did not want our first time to be when you had one to many. I wanted it to be as special as you are to me.”

I pinched myself to make sure that I wasn’t dreaming. “But I don’t smell gross or disgusting.”

“Of course not, I bathed you. By the way you have a great body.”

“You what?” I shrilled
.

“I wasn’t going to let you lay in your own sickness.” He confessed.

“Just a second,” I yelped. I ran to the bathroom my face hot with embarrassment. I quickly brushed my teeth and scrubbed them. Any man who would wash me off, tuck me into bed, get me a card, sleep in another room (out of respect), make me breakfast and wake me up to the sweet sounds of guitar was a keeper. I wanted this man more than ever, and I wasn’t going to be denied this time.

I quickly grabbed him by the face and kissed him passionately.

“My love, what has gotten into you,” he smiled.

“Well, if I had my way, you! I want my way with you” I winked. I couldn’t believe how bold I was with Antonio. He really brought out the woman in me.

“Really!” he smiled broadly.

“Oh yes” This time I quickly ripped off the white cotton t-shirt that he had put on me the night before. His eyes opened wide as he got the full view of my bosom.

“
You are beautiful,” he whispered.

My perfect C’s mesmerized him. They were full, not too full and perky, very perky. My nipples were erect and waiting for him to finish the job we started last night.

I stood over him, slowly bending down so that one of my nipples hovered just above his mouth. He gently caressed my breast and started flicking his tongue across my nipple. The pleasure was electrifying.

“I am going to take my time with you,” Antonio directed.

“No, I want you now!” I half whined.

   “Veronica, baby, let me love you. Let me really love you,” he whispered.

His words melted me. And I obeyed his command. He effortless lifted me in his massive arms. I could feel the hardness of his biceps under my thighs. As he turned to make his way to the bedroom, he gently hit the CD player on the bottom shelf of my cousin’s counsel. Barry White’s voice filled the room. Hmm,
This guy is good
.

“Barry White? I saw you more as a Marc Anthony type of guy,” I giggled.

“Darn right!  I love Barry White. Come to think of it who doesn’t like Barry?”

“Me,” I teased.

“Are you serious?”

“Of course not, silly”

Looking up at him, I felt like a delicate princess being held by enormous warrior; a warrior who put fear in the hearts of many men, but showed grace, softness and kindness only to me. “Antonio, you make me feel so special,” I whispered.

“And you give me life, Veronica.”

He slowly bent down and kissed me softly. He caressed my outer lip with the tip of his tongue. I responded pressing my lips on his upper lip and slowly sucking it. I repeated this on the bottom lip.

“Veronica,” he softly moaned.

Cradling his face with my fingertips, I pressed my lips deep onto his mouth. As our tongues swirled in ecstasy, my womanhood began to swell and moisten.

Finding our way to the bedroom, Antonio laid me down softly on the satin sheets. I could feel the smooth texture on my back and feel the heat from his body. The combination was highly erotic.

He slowly pulled my left arm up to his lips. He gently kissed inside of my wrist, deliberately pressing his mouth into my flesh. I began to feel my pulse against his lips as he stared deeply into my eyes and smiled.

“Veronica, you are my life. Our hearts beat in perfect rhythm,” he sighed.

I closed my eyes taking in every moment. Never had a man paid so much attention to the details of love. I appreciate how he wanted to please me. That made me feel important.. Antonio was a definitely a gift from above.

He moved closer to me, holding my face in his massive hands. He gazed at me as though I was Dorothy Dene in
Lord Frederic Leighton’s painting
Flaming June
. He made me feel so desirable.

His hands journeyed up to the crown of my head, slowly massaging scalp. His mouth found the nape of my neck and he gently sucked and kissed it. My hands found his powerful back and I traced down the lines of his muscles until I grabbed his firm ass.

“Oh my God you are a man of steel,” I moaned.

“Why thank you,” he emphasized in a mocking voice.

We both laughed and stared at one another again. Suddenly,
We Found Love
from Rihanna began to blast from the sound system. I cocked my head, and wrinkled my nose, surely a look of being dumbfounded, “You made a love CD while I was passed out.”

“I wish that I were that good, but I am not. Your cousin had the CD sitting on the CD player. It had a sticky note saying “Insert and Enjoy” with a smiley face.

“No Way!  That is impossible,” I exclaimed incredulously.

“It is true babe.”

“Lexi is a scary psychic.”

“Lexi, your cousin.”

”I told you about her too.”

“Yes you definitely did. And yes she does seem to have a gift for knowing things in advance.”

“Yes she does,” I said giggling as I sprung up from the bed. I began to dance like a stripper in the room swaying to the beat. At first Antonio started to laugh, but I could feel our sexual tension returning as I started to grind on the bed post.

I pivoted my back allowing him watch my full firm ass move back and forth. I felt so free and liberated. I let myself go and let my body become one with the music. I bent at the waist revealing to him my womanhood. I peeled the lace of my panties to the side giving him a little peak at my love flower. With my head hung down, peering up between my legs, I could see his manhood straining to free itself from his boxers. This turned me on so much. I could feel my lips below swelling with desire.

I quickly slipped my panties down over my narrow hips, turned toward him and seductively crawled onto his lap. I knotted my fingers into his hair and pulled the back of his head into my heaving breasts. I arched my head back and swayed my hips as he bit and sucked my straining nipples. His hands caressed my hips, and wandered to the a
pex of thighs. I could feel mois
ture seeping from my
petals. My heart raced with sal
aci
ous thoughts. His long fingers massaged the folds of my vagina. He spread them softly and inserted his digit into my love tunnel. I could feel the walls of my muscles clamping down on his finger.

“Oh my God, yes right there.”

He eagerly stimulated my pink pearl. Against the apex of my entryway I could feel the fullness of his shaft and it was time to please Antonio. He had given so much and asked so little. I was ready and willing to please him. I quickly rolled off him and pushed him down onto his back.