The wind is coming off the bay tonight; the sheer curtains fill and lift with its tropical breezes. The surface of the water is calm and the settling sun looks like dazzling diamonds as far as you can see. The air is filled with the distant calls of gulls and I listen to them, sipping my third glass of wine and thinking about how long you have been gone.
It has been at least two months, I think, maybe more. The morning sun has come again and again, washing across the bed, pooling in the place your body has laid, exposing its vacancy with its harsh light. The afternoons have stretched, long and hot and even my daily swim in the bright turquoise sea has barely broken the monotony. The nights have been endless and I have spent hours aching with my need as the humid air pressed down upon my body in the dark. The gulls and the memories of your whispered words have been my only comfort in these days of your absence.
The wine is cold and sweet in my mouth. I take my glass out to the veranda and sink into the deck chair, savoring the memory of your last visit as the alcohol makes the world around me fuzzy, coating the wound in my heart like a salve. As the sun sets over my little corner of the keys, I feel myself drifting away to dream about when you once again will be in my arms.
The rattle of your key in the back door registers deep in my core and I come awake, feeling the familiar excited coil in my stomach. I get to my feet just as you are coming through the door. You look at me and your eyes go soft and wet. I cross the room in three steps and throw myself into your arms, struggling not to break into grateful sobs as you kiss my neck, my eyes, my mouth. I can smell the salt on your skin, taste it on the tip of my tongue. The need to press myself against you, to be as close to your body as possible overwhelms me. I tremble with my desire to have you again. I feel unhinged and frantic. You press your face to mine and whisper my name and all at once, I am calm. I start undressing you before you can move, my fingers finding the spaces between the buttons of your shirt, slipping inside, caressing the slivers of flesh as I work the fabric apart.
Your kisses become more and more feverish as I slide your shirt off and run my tongue across your bare skin. I sink to my knees on the hardwood, working you free of your jeans, rubbing my cheek against your hardness before taking you in my mouth. It has been a long time, and you are already shaking as I begin to caress your pulsing shaft with my mouth, stopping to lick and kiss your scrotum, feeling it tighten under my tongue. You wind your fingers through my hair, moving in rhythm with me, moaning my name over and over in the air above our heads. Your body goes rigid and when you come, you throw your head back and howl, an almost tortured sound born of pent up passion and long awaited release. Your legs give out and you collapse onto the floor, pulling me down with you.
Lying on the cool floor, we shred and pull at clothes until we are both naked, bare flesh against bare flesh. You kiss me all over with hunger, as if every inch of my body is a different flavor to be savored. My skin is damp with sudden sweat, your saliva and my own juices. You suckle and kiss my breasts, rubbing them raw with your stubble. Your teeth graze my nipples and they blaze under your tongue. Your fingers slide up inside me, finding me already so moist and ready for you. You pull me on top of you, press me down, piercing me. I begin to ride you, sliding slowly up and down on your slickness as you cup and fondle my breasts, rubbing the nipples into hardened nubs under your thumbs.
You grab my ass, forcing me to move faster and faster. I feel my breath coming in gasps now and your fingers fight to hold onto to my sweaty hips. My pace grows frantic, my breasts bouncing high, the places where our bodies connect make a wet, slapping sound. I grind down onto you as you thrust up to meet me. I feel my sex grip you tighter and tighter. I feel the heat furling and unfurling deep inside me, the tightening in my gut, the rising fire. I feel the orgasm building and I begin screaming your name before it overtakes me like a wave. It travels down through my body and up your shaft and into you. I feel your body bucking beneath me, feel the rush of your own release as you explode inside me. I drop down beside you, cover your mouth with mine and kiss you, kiss you as I have wanted to for all the days and nights apart. When I pull away and open my eyes, you smile at me and say, “Hello baby, I’ve missed you.”
The morning sun creeps across the veranda. I awake to the sounds of the pelicans feeding in the bay. I stretch and watch them for a few moments, flying in graceful arcs over the waves searching for fish. Every few moments, they angle their bodies and dive, their heavy bodies hitting the surface with barely a splash. I stand, almost tripping over my empty glass, the familiar ache rising again in my heart. I leave the pelicans to their breakfast and go inside to find a pen and paper. I think I will write you a letter today, I had a fabulous dream I want to tell you all about.
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MD Maurice has this to say about herself: “I have been writing since a very young age. It is my ultimate passion, what’s more, it is far cheaper than therapy. Without the ability to write, I would be lost in a sea of my own turmoil and strife. In recent years I have had erotic pieces featured in ezine and websites such as Bare Back Magazine and Oysters and Chocolate and most recently had a short story published by Leucrotapress for their Abaculus III anthology.”