Rekindled (6 page)

“My dad and Mr. Hamstein became good friends after the photo shoot. Mr. Hamstein used to rave about your father to my padre. For some reason, he really trusted my father.”

“Just hold me,” I whimpered. Being reminded of the loss of my wonderful dad was so painful. I wanted to forget, but my curiosity got the best of me. “What happen to Mr. Hamstein?” But I failed. The truth was it also felt healing to hear wonderful things about my father.

“He passed away with your father. I am sorry. Your Mom never told you?”

“No,” I quickly and rudely responded, pouting like a little spoiled child. “She only told me that there was a terrible accident, and daddy is with the angels. Of course I was so young…”  I quickly burst into to tears, sobbing.

“I am so sorry…for your loss..” His voice was so genuine.

Antonio held me tight in his strong arms, tenderly kissing my forehead. He softly sang in order to calm me.”

“Hush little baby, don’t you cry…” He sang so lovely.

I didn’t mean to cut him off. “Antonio, make me forget. Please make me forget,” I sighed, pressing my lips against his mouth.

He quickly turned me on my back, softly spreading my legs.

“Yes Antonio, I need you. Make me forget the pain.” 

His fingers laced me my ankles as I reached down and caressed his large member. It was warm and thick in my hands. I glided him toward my soft flower. He gently pushed forward until he penetrated deep within me.

“Yes, that is what I need. I need you Antonio. I need you,” I wistfully whispered.

Resting on his knees he gently stroked my moistened fruit with his full cock. Each time he pulled it out, I could feel the ridge of his gland rub against my clitoris. The stimulation was mind blowing. I began to pant again.

He began thrusting faster and faster sending us both into a crescendo of moans and groans until we both simultaneously exploded. Looking deep into his eyes, I whimpered, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he quickly responded.

I couldn’t believe that I was lying with the boy of my youth. I laughed, joked, teased with him in another lifetime, as children. I felt like we were soul mates, and I could sense he felt the same way.

Breathless again, we collapsed into each other’s arms.

“Wow, I have never had anyone make me gush in such a high pitch voice the way you do,” I exhaled.

“I told you that you were the high note to my song,” he brushed his fingertips across my throat.

I beamed deeply into his eyes; he winked and cloaked me in his loving arms around my nakedness. I laid my head against his chest; his heartbeat was all I could hear. He squeezed me gently, I did the same in sync, reassurance, and we both knew there would be a lifetime of high notes to hit together.

THE END

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