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EXCERPT FROM LONELY SOULBlues played on as they danced. The sky was clear and full of stars that one could only see from the rooftops and mingled with the blinking lights of the skyline. The sounds from the city streets below seemed far away. A gentle breeze coaxed the candle flames to dance along. The dogs rested next to the door, oblivious to the rising temperature on the patio.
Mike took Lauren’s hand and led her through a French door that opened to his bedroom. The neutral shades of his room were set aglow by more lit candles. Rose petals were delicately spread on the bed. Several large pillows lay against the headboard. Smiling with the knowledge his carefully planned night was only half over, he watched Lauren.
“Oh, Mike!” Her reaction was breathless. “This is beautiful. You, you are so romantic.”
“I will always be,” he said as he took off his shirt, “for you.”
The music changed to more mysterious instrumental tunes with haunting voices but still slow and soft. Mike held Lauren and proceeded to dance with her. Some of the words he felt were applicable and he sang them in her ear.
“Is the world slowing down or are we just speeding up?” His hands held her tight as the lyrics rolled off his tongue. “Maybe we’re just spinning around but oh, don’t let it change.”
She exposed her neck to his breath. Kissing her as he slowly undressed her was exhilarating. Lauren’s hands brushed his skin as she released him from the rest of his clothing and clung to him with desire.
Careful meditation was spent on every body part exposed. Lauren became liquid in his hands. He wanted to share his soul with her but his confidence wavered. Considering his years spent learning the spiritual side of love from Sybil combined with his sexual exploits, he had yet to reach the ultimate plane. With Lauren he hoped that for the first time he could give something from himself, and together create a dedicated relationship to bind her to him forever.
Sybil had warned him that to make love in such a spiritual fashion would take practice for both lovers; this was only their third night together. But Mike was hopeful. He had spent the afternoon preparing his home, especially his bedroom, into a sanctuary. The music, food, candles, flower petals, even the placement of the pillows on the bed were done to stimulate their senses and ignite sexual
energy.
If the night failed, he planned to try again at his cabin. Sybil once said to make love under the sky; nature would reveal its secrets. He wanted to know Lauren’s body as his own and she his. If he created a central force between them, nothing could separate them. Yet time was running out for him to tell her the truth about his
name.
Instead of falling onto the bed in a passionate embrace once they were both naked, Mike stepped away from Lauren and looked at her as if he were looking in a mirror. His eyes started at her feet, her pink toenails; traveling up the calf and thigh on one leg; his hands ached to touch her. Closing his eyes for a moment, he could feel her skin under his fingers. Opening his eyes he continued the scan along her hip to a patch of neatly trimmed blond fur; up her to belly when he felt a sharp pain in his chest.
It was the call of fatherhood that he had ignored for so long. With difficulty, he pushed the sentiment aside again. He licked his lips when he saw hardened nipples upon her supple breasts. His breathing became labored with raw hunger for her.
Frantically he fought for self-control. His eyes traveled up her neck to pause at her lips; then he looked deep into her blue orbs. She was stealing his heart.
“Look at me,” his voice was nothing but a hoarse growl. “Feel me with your eyes. Memorize me as I just did you.”
Lauren had been watching him look at her and found it arousing. Now it was her turn in this sensual game. Like him, she started at his feet and could picture giving him a body massage starting with sucking on his cute toes. Soft golden hair covered his strong calves and thighs. She wanted to caress the dimples in his hips and drag her tongue across the muscle that draped his lower abdomen. Dark golden curls encircled the tool that took her to paradise; she felt wetness between her legs. The line of soft hair continued over his washboard belly to his sculpted chest where the crystal rested. She found herself curious about the crystal and Mike’s interest in the
sensual and spiritual arts.
As she drew her gaze to his mouth and his eyes, he approached her. Without a word he picked her up and tenderly laid her on the bed; the fragrance of roses surrounded her. He began a gentle massage and exploration from her feet, up her legs, across her belly to her breasts as if he were worshiping her body. When he drew a finger along her lips, Lauren caught his hand and began kissing his fingers one by one. She
watched his eyes roll back with pleasure.
Quietly, they reversed their positions, Mike relaxed on the soft pillows and Lauren began her study of him. She became totally absorbed in the sensations of his skin, hair, contours of his body and his rising temperature. This innocent touching of each other was very arousing.
Lauren continued her adventure but with her tongue. An animalistic growl came from the masculine body as Mike slipped into abandonment and gave her complete control over him. He knew that by letting her have equal participation they were creating a strong foundation for a loving and enduring relationship. She watched his face as she stroked him with her hands and mouth, heightening his desire. When he watched her take his hardness into her mouth, fuel was added to the fire of eroticism, especially at the moment she glanced up at him.
All of his controlled breathing and thinking of nonsexual things didn’t help him once his body took over and flowed with pleasure. He fought against the explosions but lost. He threw his head back; eyes wide open and arched his torso as he cried out loudly as if in pain. Never experiencing such a forceful response, he couldn’t move. His brain screamed, his chest heaved.
Lauren’s soft hands brought him back to earth but also kept him hard. Slowly without releasing her hold on him, she rolled to her side. She kissed his neck and cheek before placing feather kisses on his mouth.
Feeling disappointed with himself, Mike wanted to prolong their lovemaking but was having a difficult time.
“Aw, man.” He rolled his head. “Aw, geeze. Shit.”
Lauren sensed that he wasn’t happy that he had lost control. She smiled at him hoping to comfort his wounded masculine pride and continued to touch him in ways to maintain his excitement.
“Let me make love to you, Mike,” she whispered. “Just lay there and relax. I’ll make you feel good again. Let me have the freedom to give you the gift of my feminine power.”
“Oh, Lauren,” he moaned at her sexual teasing. “I accept your sweet offering.”
With a daring grin she looked into his dark eyes as she swung her leg over him to impale herself on his rod. Her knees bent, calves pressed tightly against his hips, she gently rode him. She rubbed her hands over his body.
Slightly sitting up, he suckled her nipples and caressed her breasts. The sensation activated the emotional center in her brain. She wanted to offer herself completely to Mike.
After a while, Lauren changed the position by sliding her legs along his for deeper penetration. She controlled the pace, rhythm and varied the depth of penetration as she stayed in tune to Mike’s response. However, the sensitivity became too much for both. When she felt his hardness grow, she thrust down on him as he jutted his hips
upward. When she felt the wetness inside, she cried out his name and experienced the beauty of surrender.
With the realization that she was in love with him, she was also afraid of being hurt again. To guard her heart she kissed him instead of tell him the words. She would keep them to herself a little longer.
In the wake of the orgasm, Mike sighed as Lauren laid her head on his chest. He placed one hand on her back; the other toyed with her hair. Feeling vulnerable with the intimate moment, he didn’t speak but simply caressed her. Even though he hadn’t felt the ultimate sharing of souls that would bind them together, he knew a strong
connection was definitely forming between them.
The night he had planned at the cabin would certainly be the night they would become one. Until then, he would calm down a bit, refrain from scheming and allow nature to take her course with their loving. A little time would give them a chance to have some fun and grow closer mentally.
They lay in a quiet embrace on top of the bed, surrounded by the wilted petals. The music had stopped but a gentle breeze came through an open window. The night sounds of the city echoed between the buildings. Mike closed his eyes and imagined listening to lapping waves and songs of crickets.
Instead, he heard deep breathing and knew sleep had found the woman in his arms. He kissed Lauren’s forehead and cuddled her close with contentment for a few moments before he would let the dogs back in and blow out the candles. He certainly didn’t want to burn the building down or worse, have two pissed off dogs in the morning.
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