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They touched from the moment they met, an electricity dancing between them that was almost tangible. He was at the gate, and as she stepped through security he wrapped his arms around her as if he had known her all his life, even though this was the first time they had met face to face. He held her hand over dinner, speaking to her in that husky voice she had grown to know. She laid her head on his shoulder driving to his house. She naturally curled in his arms on the couch as they shared the wine. And that night, when he took her to his bed, it was as if they had known each other�s bodies through a thousand lifetimes.
Something woke her sometime after she finally drifted off. She got up quietly, wrapped herself in a silk robe, and padded to the French doors which looked out to the sea. When she stepped outside and looked up, she was struck by the stars. So many, so bright, radiant jewels across a moonless sky. Her childhood had been spent in the city, where the stars were a dim shadow of the glory spread before her. She looked and looked, unwearied by the spectacle.
The lines of a poem came unbidden to her thoughts:
"The stately tragedy of dusk
Drew to its perfect close,
The virginal white evening star
Sank, and the red moon rose."
When she heard his voice behind her, she wasn�t startled. It seemed to her then that she had been waiting for him. She didn�t turn, but kept gazing up at the stars as he spoke,
"Said then the lost Archangel, this is the seat
That we must change for Heaven? This mournful gloom
For that celestial light? Be it so, since he
Who now is sovereign can dispose and bid
What shall be right.�
She took a step back, almost without thinking about it. It seemed so natural, so right to lean against him. Still looking up at the stars, she laid her head against his shoulder. And with quiet sureness his arms came up around her, holding her to him with tender strength. In a moment his head came down further to rest his cheek against hers. She felt the soft tickle of his beard against her skin and moved her head a little, nestling closer to it.
His hard-muscled arms were firmly around her just below her breasts; she wondered if he could feel her heart racing. He sighed deeply and moved his hand to cradle her breast, his thumb rubbing softly over its nipple, but only for a moment. He dropped his hand and stepped slowly away from her, his hands on her shoulders now, steadying her while he moved his body�s support away.
"No---don�t go---no!" Anna turned and reached for him, reticence forgotten in the sudden intensity of her desire for him, and spoke in a teasing tone. �Are you afraid you might fall for me?"
He shook his head, and his hand came up to run through his long hair. There was a silence: then he spoke slowly, eyes downcast, his voice deep, husky. "It�s not loving you that�s impossible; ...it�s that not loving could get to be." When he lifted his eyes to hers they were full of fire, alight with his desire.
A moment�s freedom, then the veil came down over his eyes again and there was a melancholy in his voice it hurt her to hear. "Long ago, I thought love would be enough. Enough to keep someone with me that I couldn�t keep. It wasn�t, I couldn�t, and it took too long to forgive myself." He shook his head very slightly, his long hair moving about in the slight breeze. "I can never give you what you deserve. Find a better man, a younger man, one who has hope for the future."
Anna felt her stubborn streak rise. "We can�t change the past but the future is of our own creation. Neither of us may be young, or hopeful, or...without a past, but we share more than you know. I want to get to know you. So much..." Her voice shook a little as her blue eyes filled with tears, and the next words were a soft whisper. "Please."
He continued in a gentler voice. "I believe that this...these feelings we have aren�t real." He shook his head again. "I don�t know what made this happen between us, why it got so � intense. We were just going to play, remember?� He looked at her, and the corners of his mouth turned up in a small smile. "Maybe it�s the stars and the sound of the moonless sea outside the window.�
Her small hand reached up, turned his eyes back to her, and spoke a single question. "Do you believe it is better to have loved and lost?"
A pause. "Yes." And with that single word, he saw the truth of it. This wasn�t merely lust, although they both felt the driving need, but there was more to it than that � a common bond, a common pain � a common destiny. Whatever happened afterwards, they both knew life would never be the same again.
He put his hand under her chin and lifted her face to his. She looked up at him, and she had no need to speak. When his mouth came down on hers, it was soft and so gentle. Her arms came up slowly to embrace him, to bring him closer to her. The kiss was intensely pleasurable but when he tilted his head to the side and slowly, expertly opened her mouth under his, a burst of sensation soared through her. His tongue slid gently over the inside of her lips, then moved deeper into her mouth to find her tongue. Her arms tightened around him, and in a moment her hands began to move over his back as she instinctively reached for more...more closeness, more pleasure...
His lips moved over her face, kissing her eyes, touching softly on her cheeks, her ears, her neck. "Yes, love...come with me...to heaven...this is for you, only for you..." His words were whispered between kisses.
With a little smile, a shy mischief peering from her eyes, Anna curled her hand around the back of his neck, threading her fingers through his long hair. She brought his lips back to hers slowly. She opened her mouth slightly, and her tongue peeked out to wet her lips. With a half-conscious but deliberate intent to seduce him further she drew in his breath and whispered, "Kiss me again."
He groaned as his head came down, his mouth open and hot on hers. When he raised his head at last, he was breathing fast, his heart was pounding, his pulse racing with the excitement this woman engendered in him. She shivered, moaning a little. He felt his throbbing erection straining at the confinement of his jeans, and he wondered if she felt it against her body.
His hand went to the light robe that covered her. Slowly, he pushed it off one shoulder, then the other until he had uncovered her breasts. He looked and looked, hypnotized by the sight before him, but at last he drew in a deep breath and expelled it in a long sigh, "So beautiful..."
His arm went under her shoulders and he lifted her effortlessly until his lips just touched the tip of one breast. She caught her breath at the thrill that arrowed through her body. When his mouth covered the nipple and his teeth and tongue worried it gently she arched up, unconsciously rising into his caress.
Anna stroked and teased the skin along his chest and back, then pushed small hands down past his waist and into his pants, needing to trace the line of his hip and flank. Then a small hand crept around to brush his straining erection through the heavy material of his Levis. She moved away slightly, reached down, and with deft fingers made short work of the offending garment and he gasped as their bodies met.
They were both panting now, the need for each other overwhelming. He surprised her by lifting her in his strong arms and carrying her over to the heavy table, sitting her on the edge. Before she could take a breath his head was at her breasts, and she groaned with delight at the tickle of his moustache as he suckled, tongue flicking the nipples as he nuzzled and licked. Anna�s fingers entwined convulsively in his hair, but he didn�t stop there � his hands pushed back the remainder of the gown that covered her. He leaned over her, mouth now beginning to trail needy kisses down her rib cage and soft stomach, all the while listening to her moan with delight at his attention.
Anna felt heat pooling in her loins as he parted her thighs, his big body settling between them, the heat of his manhood pressing against her. "Oh, cara mia...my dear love," he whispered, and he began to kiss her body, moving downward slowly approaching that most desired part of her, his heart racing in anticipation of this great pleasure for both of them.
When she felt his warm breath on her nether lips, an exciting thrill shivered through her body with lightning speed. The warmth of his breath on her merged into the warmth of his mouth touching her, without her being aware of the transition; but when she felt his tongue she gasped. In a moment his tongue was making smooth movements up and down, with each reversal reaching a little deeper. She began to breathe with long slow shaky breaths. Anticipation was continually outshone by realization; her body floated limp and helpless, while his mouth gave her pleasures not ever dreamt of.
He had been taught by the best. He slowed as he felt her excitement nearing the point of no return. Gently he moved away to kiss the insides of her thighs, moving back and forth between them, stopping in between only to breathe a warm breath on her. That breath alone was enough to drive her to distraction, she thought hazily, through her fog of almost unbearable excitement.
When he felt her breathing settle into a steadier rhythm, he moved back to resume stroking her with his tongue, now dipping inside her with each repetition. His tongue delved into her, then moved up to stroke lightly that small knot of nerves that was the center of sensation for her. Every instance of that light touch caused her to moan and raise her hips to his mouth. Soon he began to concentrate where the sensitivity was greatest. In a fever of excitement he stroked her, and as her climax drew nearer, she began to move with passionate intensity. She arched her back, pushing herself into him, making the contact deeper, closer...but he did not allow her to go over the edge.
Anna could wait no more. "I want you...I want you in me. Please...I need you...."
She was more than ready for him and as much as he wanted to pleasure her one way, he could not deny the overwhelming need to be in her. He lifted her in his arms and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he moved to the bed. As he lay her upon the tangled sheets, he moved to position himself over her, and felt with towering excitement the heat of her. His erection was surging and throbbing , and the world narrowed for him to the feel of her hot wet center. Slowly he began to press himself into her, using just the slightest pressure at first, but her hips came up to meet him, urging him into her, asking with her body for his.
She wanted him with such immediacy that it was no longer possible to hold back. With a great groan of relief, he plunged himself into her. As he buried himself in her heat, they both cried out, Anna�s legs raising even further to bring him into her all the way. His heart soared as he felt her hot, wet, strongly muscled interior around him, felt the pleasure that her body brought, felt the desire that made her clasp him so close.
She was possessed by the extremity of the pleasure he was giving to her. She moaned and cried out and writhed under him with passionate feeling, and he responded to her call. Again and again he thrust himself into her, then slowly drew out until only the head remained lodged in her sweetness. Then another thrust into her---each time with a rush of joy as delirious as the first time. As he moved within her he felt himself raised to places he�d never been before, to rapture so intense that his face twisted as if in agony.
He felt the contractions deep inside her, felt them caress him, and instantly his climax was upon him. He moaned and bucked and drove himself into her as the hot spurts of his seed were expelled from his body, on and on, leaving him half-conscious as the convulsions of his orgasm slowed and finally stilled.
Neither of them moved for many minutes, while heartbeat and breathing slowed to normal. Their bodies had joined, their souls had tested the moonless waters, and their hearts were finding the way. Then he raised his head. When he looked at her, he found her eyes just opening. As awareness returned she smiled sleepily at him. Blue eyes met brown and no words were necessary.
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