Authors: Sierra Rose

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My stomach tightened. “I’m close.”

The desire, the buildup, our primal need made it utterly hot. I didn’t think I’d be able to wait another minute before I exploded. The man was quickly sending me over the edge. I dug my fingers into the top of his shoulders in that passionate, unbridled, animalistic moment. “I’m cumming,” I announced, riding my orgasm to its peak as my muscles contracted.

Suddenly, a warmth moved up and over me like a tidal wave, and a rush of breath escaped my lips. My body writhed and jerked beneath him as I let out multiple ear-shattering screams, the most wonderful sensation in the world ripping through my body. Shuddering ripples and spasms of pleasure shot through me from head to toe.

“Uhhhhhhhh... Oh my gossshhhh... Mmm... Yessssssssssssssssssssss...”

I felt it deep inside me. My whole body felt like it was vibrating, shuddering violently with absolute sexual delight. I didn’t dare tell him it was the first orgasm I’d had in years. Nothing could have felt better, and I didn’t want to come back down to Earth.

Just then, Foster trembled. His body arched, and he cried out. From the look in his eyes, I knew we’d both had a mind-blowing, out-of-body experience, a shared ecstasy that neither of us would ever forget.

He kissed my breasts, then moved up to my neck, then to my earlobe, and then our eyes met. He stared at me, his blue gaze intense. I’d never felt a connection so strong, even stronger than words. He didn’t say a word to me, but it was as if he spoke to my soul.

“That was hot,” he said.

“Smokin’,” I replied with a satisfied smile.

We collapsed into a sweaty heap, and he held me as I fought to catch my breath. The moonlight poured in, and I studied his perfect face, memorizing every detail, from his high cheek bones to his full lips
. He’s so beautiful, so damn beautiful.
I knew I might never have that moment again, and I wanted to cherish every second.

Touching my face, he smiled.

I smiled back as he pulled me into his warm embrace.
He’s holding me in his arms!

“Holding you feels so right,” he said.

My whole world suddenly seemed brighter. Smiling, I stared out the window next to our king-sized bed. Hell, even the stars and moon were glowing more brightly, as if the whole universe was mirroring my happiness.

We talked, and he listened to everything I had to say, until we finally fell asleep in each other’s arms, dreaming only of each other.

***

W
hen I awoke, he was still sleeping. I slipped on a robe and stared down at his beautiful face. I couldn’t resist kissing his lips. He didn’t stir, so I grabbed a pen and my notebook and walked out onto the hotel patio. Tucked inside the front pocket of the notebook, I pulled out a piece of paper, the list my sister had helped me write, the criteria for my perfect man. I smiled as I realized Foster met them all. I turned to a fresh page and scribbled, in my messy handwriting, the words that seemed to tumble out of my soul as I thought about him...

DRINK

Wilted by time and tragedy,

my stem barely able to hold up my head,

thirsting from a thousand days

of roots clinging to nothingness;

hoping...

for a drink that never came.

There was only...poison water,

tasting good at first but seeping up into me,

through every fiber of me,

eating me, destroying me,

and teasing me with

temporary bliss

while it wrinkled my petals

and weakened my stem

and mocked my roots that were clinging so desperately.

Now, wilted, some of my petals,

still lie on the dry ground around me.

My roots stopped clinging long ago,

knowing full well that

they were clinging

to nothing;

my stem, so thirsty, has

forgotten how to drink;

my head hung over

in a defeated slump.

I want to look up at the sun again,

to open my face,

my petals,

and smile.

I am so thirsty.

Then you came,

and you are like a drink,

a beautiful oasis in a desert of hurt,

wetting my lips again with your kindness

and your affections;

telling me I am beautiful

in spite of my wilted petals

and slumped stem

and shallow roots.

You came.

You said, "Look at the sun again,"

and I drank of you,

and you woke me up,

and I can lift my head.

My roots start to cling to you,

to this drink I have so desperately needed

to stop the thirsting

and the wilting

and the dying.

I drink you,

and you refresh me

and wake me up,

and while I am still wilted

and thirsty,

I begin to peer up at the sun

and open my petals

and flourish,

because you are the drink

I so desperately needed,

my oasis in a lifelong desert of hurts...

As I wrote the last word with my terrible penmanship, a tear dripped down my cheek—a happy tear this time. A colorful butterfly landed on my hand. I watched its wings slowly flutter before it flew off. In that moment, I knew it was a symbol, a sign of my fresh start, my new beginning. I knew the best way to move on was to say goodbye to the past, to that awful desert, and because of Foster, I’d done just that.

I didn’t know if we would make it or not; I, better than most, was well aware that love comes with no guarantees. Tom had taught me that all too well. Still, I had hope for us, and I was ready to put myself out there, to move forward with my life. I was already a great mom, a wonderful receptionist, and I was ready to live my life in the sunshine of love and passion rather than hiding away in the darkness of routine and loneliness. I refused to live in regret, because I still had a life to live and plenty of love to give. Tom had starved me, but my body and heart had survived, and I was ready to share it with someone who would reciprocate that desire.

I smiled. Throughout my journey, I’d always been confident of one thing: My story would have a happy ending, one way or another. Sure, the rough draft said I was supposed to marry Tom and live happily ever after, to ride off into the sunset with my prince, but life doesn’t always turn out the way we think it will. I had never envisioned myself going through a divorce, especially in my twenties. The death of my marriage wasn’t easy to watch or to deal with, and I knew it would take time to piece my life back together. Losing my husband, facing his rejection and betrayal, and dealing with all our broken dreams still weighed heavily on me. Things just didn’t work out, and I would have to accept that. I still had to work through some resentment and anger, but I was on the path to healing. I knew, without a doubt, that even after divorce, there was a chance to be happy. I knew I could find joy again, and I wasn’t about to close the door on love just because Tom had closed the door on me.

Foster quietly walked up behind me and wrapped his strong arms around my waist.

“How’d you sleep?” I asked, turning to face him.

“Beautifully.” He kissed my lips sweetly.

My heartbeat spiked, climbing to a height it hadn’t reached in yeas. As I looked into his eyes, those baby blues erased all my doubts, all my regret, and I knew, without a doubt, that I’d have done it all over again, just to be there, in that moment, held in his strong arms. There was no promise that we would work out, that we’d last forever, but no matter what, I was going to be all right.

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The End

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