Surreal Ecstasy (22 page)

He picked up on these feelings
immediately. He kissed me again, urgent and needy this time, and suddenly our
bodies tensed and leaned in toward each other, I sitting up slightly and him
leaning his torso down.

Desire clung all about me like an
aura. I sat up completely now, my arms around his shoulders, pulling him down
towards me almost violently. I didn't care if he collapsed because of that,
just as long as he was closer to me, on top of me.

The way it was meant to be.

"Mmm!" Ree exclaimed, his
voice quite muffled, what with my tongue plunging deftly in his mouth, pressing
against his own tongue. His voice sounded surprised, perhaps at the sudden
intensity of my kiss. I enjoyed feeling the different parts of his sweet mouth
with my tongue, kissing him over and over again intensely. We parted mouths for
a moment to catch our breaths and I looked at him, treasuring the closeness of
his face to mine, loving the fact that I was taking in the air that he breathed
out, the air that came from the depths of his body.

Rolling waves of passion and warmth
moved through me and suddenly, I knew nothing else, had no other concern. I
forgot about the God Generation, my judgmental mother, my bitch ex-boss, and
even the murdered Slates. I forgot about everything except the knowledge that
this beautiful, perfect man who loved me was with me, willing to give of his
body and energy to me, willing to experience this rare expression of unselfish
love.

My shirt came off first. We went
slowly and deliberately this time, largely due to the fact that our first time
was ruled by our hormones and shared magnetic passion. Somehow, we wordlessly
agreed that we would slow down in order to enjoy every second. His shirt came
off second, my bra third. He reached over to unbutton my jeans, and I tried to unbutton
his simultaneously, but I was scared to unzip his jeans for fear of catching
his erection with the zipper. He laughed and graciously unzipped and removed
the jeans on his own. I stood up, letting him remove my light blue panties. He
slid them down my legs slowly, stooping down in front of me as they finally
reached my feet. I stepped out of them carefully.

Next came the part that I loved so
much that I did it slowly, in hopes that I could savor every second, since I
knew I'd be daydreaming about it later on during those rare and sad moments
when I might be temporarily without him. I pulled up on his shoulder, motioning
that he should stand. I traded places with him, sliding off his boxers, being
careful not to get too distracted by the massive erection that leapt out at me.
I slid the shorts to his feet and moved them out of his way as he stepped out
of them.

Slowly, deliberately, we settled on
the mattress again. We weren't in a rented house in Lynnwood, I thought. We
were in Paris at one of the world's fanciest hotels. We were on a huge
four-poster bed in a penthouse suite that the President and First Lady
themselves once stayed in. If I looked outside, I'd see l'Arc de Triomphe. We
weren't too far from the Eiffel Tower either. The most tantalizing thought was
that not only was this something we could realistically do, but that I'd be
able to see the Louvre, all with Ree by my side. We'd have the most romantic,
extravagant dinner imaginable.

Snapping back to reality, I
realized that it didn't matter where we were at the moment. As long as I was
with him, any country or world could be waiting outside this bedroom and it
wouldn't matter. We were here, he and I, two people in love.

 We cuddled first, me curling up on
his right side, my palm on his perfect, toned chest. I closed my eyes and took
a deep breath, feeling the intoxicating smoothness of his glorious, naked body
next to mine, smelling his natural clean scent, feeling his strong heartbeat.
He turned on his side to face me, smiling at me in a way that let me know that
this man truly adored me. I smiled back and kissed him. He began to embrace me
with his left arm as we kissed, and I touched that arm in acceptance, making
sure it stayed around me.

We paused for a moment to lean our
heads in, amazed at the turns our lives took that had us ending up here
together, in this moment. I looked in his eyes and saw so much depth. One day,
I would like to explore what I thought I saw in his mind, though how I would
achieve this I did not know. He was so intelligent and caring that it seemed
his mind knew no bounds.

I tore my eyes away from his and
kissed the side of his face. Very gently, he took hold of my shoulders and
eased them back toward the bed—I supposed that was his nicer version of pushing
me down, which I did to him last time. He smiled and whispered in my ear, "My
turn now."

Smiling still, I relaxed and
reclined on the mattress, which suddenly seemed heavenly and soft now that I
had Ree lying on it with me. My long, brown, wavy hair seemed to fall
everywhere, some of it right next to my face and some across my chest. He
gently moved my hair to the side and started by my ear, planting delicate
kisses on my face, working down towards my neck, which he spent a lot of time
on. He was delighted to find a ticklish spot in the hollow of my throat, and
what felt sensual at first began to just plain tickle. My slight giggling
turned into flat-out laughing as he pressed on with the tickle spot
relentlessly. Even as he moved on to my shoulders, my laughing continued,
gradually becoming a giggle once again and finally fading by the time he
reached my breasts.

He kissed them deftly and with
great reverence, his hands holding them gently and his tongue teasing each
nipple delicately, spending what felt like ten minutes there then finally,
almost regrettably, it seemed, moving on to my stomach, nuzzling against it
briefly and licking the skin there.

He ignored the warm, moist area
between my legs for a moment and focused his attention on my smooth, soft
thighs. His nose moved along one leg; I could only assume he was taking in its
scent, though I had no idea what my leg smelled like.

He turned his attention back to the
warm area between my legs that had become so wet, as soon as he placed a
hesitant finger on it, it glided right down. That one touch alone almost sent
me over the edge. It had been so long since I had received this type of
intimate attention from a man.

If I ever had.

The feeling of his tongue between
my legs shocked me back into reality. Focused, he kept on with his very warm
and wet tongue, seeking out every fold inside me, making me shake and moan from
intensity I'd never felt before. Sex had never, never felt like this, never
made me want to melt into the mattress and stare adoringly at this beautiful
man forever. I almost wanted to cry from the ineffable happiness my body was
feeling at this moment, not just the lovemaking itself but the fact that it was
this
man, this surreal man that I loved so completely.

When he finally retreated to lie
down next to me, I was quivering and curled up on my side, attempting to
recover from pleasure never before felt.

But Ree had other plans.

As he turned me very gently so that
I was on my back again, I took a deep breath to prepare myself. I had just
experienced absurd heights of pleasure, and feeling him inside me at this
moment would send me over the top.

When he pushed himself completely
into me, it hurt a bit at first, despite the fact that we had already been
intimate once and that I was extremely wet. This was a different angle,
however, and without having to force my thighs to undergo an extreme version of
cardio, the quivering that I had already been experiencing turned into body
convulsions and vivid, high-pitched squeals, and this was
after
I tried
to control it all.

Gently, he revealed how much he
loved me and how he could go on like this into eternity. Some part of me
wondered if that was literally possible, due to his special circumstances. But
I realized I didn't really need to know, because all this time, he and I were
already experiencing heaven and it was impossible for it to get any better than
this. 

I needed to kiss him, so I tugged
on his arm gently and reached up and put my arms around his shoulders, pulling
him down to me. He smiled at me—god, how gorgeous he looked—and, knowing what I
wanted, of course, kissed me gently before returning to his dedicated
demonstration of undying love.

Before I could have another
thought, he withdrew then pushed himself inside me again, and this time it hurt
somewhat, since there was so much of him.

We went on like this for quite a
while, and I couldn't be sure exactly how long we were wrapped up in each
other. Finally, groaning none too quietly, he stopped his motions and rested
his body on mine, flesh upon flesh, as he released his love into me. I kept my
arms around him and enjoyed the miraculous feel of his release.

"I'm not letting you go—ever,"
I whispered. I couldn't see his face because it was right next to mine, but I
felt his cheek move up in a smile.

I felt exhausted. My body failed
where my spirit would have very much liked to continue. A gleam of sweat
covered my skin in all places, and my thighs felt useless and indeed would not
move at all due to the exertion they had faced, even with Ree doing most of the
work. It would be many minutes before I could breathe at a normal pace, so out
of breath was I. My throat was very dry; if I had the strength to move, I would
have retrieved a bottle of water for the both of us, but alas, everything other
than my brain was non-operable at the moment.

I felt fulfilled. Though my spirit
would have very much liked to continue out of curiosity of what other miracles
Ree and I could accomplish in bed, my entire body was happy and satiated, and
between my legs I felt the throbbing still as if he were yet inside me. Under
my nails I had the bits of his skin that I had taken during the heights of our
passion, and I laughed to myself as I cleaned them out. There was no further
want I could imagine, lying there with him then, panting and exhausted. I'd
never known such pleasures were even possible. I was always aware of shallow,
passing joys, but I did not realize this extreme, unheard of level of
fulfillment could ever be.

Especially for a person like me.

I was in love. He touched a part of
my being that no other person on this planet had ever seen, much less came in
contact with. If he believed I was special, it was only because he was the
special one; he had the ability to bring out a wiser aspect of myself.

And so, feeling completely
exhausted, fulfilled, and in love all at once for the first time in Morgan
Constantina's life, I fell into slumber next to Ree, sleeping a dreamless sleep
since, after all, the man of my dreams was lying right beside me.

Chapter 15

Dess' thoughts…

Bitches don't weep, and bitches don't
sleep.

At least, far as I can tell, if
they do weep, it's nothing but a result of further self-indulgence and a hugely
inflated ego.

And if they ever sleep, they
definitely sleep alone, unless they have money to pay someone. Only some
serious green could make a person—and a pretty pathetic person, at that—tolerate
being intimate with such bitchiness. Only thing was, this hatred and negativity
was so intense, you'd feel sick, wrong, and out of place until you rubbed
antibacterial gel all over your body, paying extra close attention to your
secret no-no places.

I give you Exhibit A:  Anny Malone.
Lonely, ugly, probably divorced, no kids, added to an apparent insecurity
issue, which fueled her hatred and general bad personality. I have known many
beautiful women who were overweight, and in my opinion, a beautiful woman will
be just that, no matter what shape she is. So I'd like the record to show that
I did not discriminate in this manner. But I hated Anny Malone, just as
everybody at work obviously hated Anny Malone, not because of her appearance
but because of the misery that seeped out her pores and created an aura of
nastiness and bitterness all around her. Once you're overcome with it, you can
either join her in her hopeless crusade, thereby surrendering whatever
personality and individuality you might have previously had (think Borg Queen),
or you can butt heads with her and be ultimately doomed from the first time you
meet her.

Guess which one I chose?

Anny's mouth was open slightly in
shock as she eyed me up and down for the umpteenth time. Now, let's get one
thing straight, no pun intended. I know a lesbian when I see one. And Anny sure
as hell wasn't one. My experienced instincts told me she was pretending to bat
for my team in hopes that she could get her greedy claws on my money. The very
thought of being with her in any sexual manner at all made my breakfast move
slowly back up my esophagus. I tried to ignore it. Despite the circumstance and
the crudeness of this woman, I knew that vomiting all over Anny's desk would
not be very ladylike of me.

Once I walked in her office and
told her I was quitting, and she saw how I was dressed (and verrrry slowly put
two and two together… perhaps remembering my first day wherein I told her I was
related to Abuela Zerlina), she sent her supervisor out the door and told her
to close the door behind her. Then she got up and locked the door, which began
the previously-explained process of my breakfast burrito inching its way back
up toward my mouth. She actually sat her fat ass on top of her desk (those
poor, squished, smelly reports) with her legs out toward me.

What did she think I was going to?
Put my hands on her knees and run them up her thighs just because she was
female?

I pretended not to notice any of
this and continued to look her squarely in her eyes. "Oh, Dess," she
crooned, "We're going to miss you. Do you really have to quit? I can
change your position, you know. I wish you would have told me who you really
were, so we wouldn't have wasted your talents with this mediocre stuff. Do you
have any suggestions for me? Do you have any
positions
for me in mind?"
She uncrossed and crossed her legs when she said the word
positions.