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her
arms, my legs still wrapped around her as she carries me to her room, trying
never to break our kiss. My body begins to tingle with excitement and I feel
the hairs on the back of my neck start to rise. My eyes begin to adjust to the
darkness of the room.
                “Please,” I beg Selene as
she lays me firmly on the bed. Desire burning between us, reflecting in her
eyes, I continue speaking quietly knowing full well that she can hear me. “I
only want to feel you. I don’t want anything else to matter right now.”
                “Shh,” she coos. “I need this
too baby.”
                Where Selene is usually
gentle and filling, she becomes rough and consuming. Her kisses leave a trail
of burning liquid passion to my center. My pants come off with a fierceness
that leaves my own desire wet and throbbing. Selene stands up and undresses
slowly in front of me. When she strips off her bra, her round, grapefruit-sized
breasts bounce in excitement and her hard, caramel nipples practically beg me
to wrap my warm mouth around them.
                I can’t contain myself and
I begin to rub my clit in slow, small circles.
                “Stop,” Selene commands,
startling me. “It’s mine. No touching.” I smirk and raise an eyebrow at her.
                “Then, come take it,
Selene,” I say, my voice becoming raspy with need. I finish undressing myself
and swing my hair back so that Selene can get a good look at all of me. She
bites her lip and motions for me to turn around. I oblige, perking my ass in
the air as I hear Selene’s breath catch at the sight of me and my love dripping
down.
                Slowly, methodically,
Selene licks. Strong powerful strokes cause my body to shudder as she attends
to every drop that has run down my legs. Then, she takes one long, painfully
slow lick from my opening to my clit. Just as I’m gasping for breath, I feel
her press two wonderful, long, expert fingers inside of me. Selene continues
her assault on my clit, somehow sliding under me as my hips buck from the
pleasure.
                It isn’t long before my
world is exploding and my center is pressed harder against Selene’s mouth.
“More,” I somehow manage to demand. Selene acknowledges me by telling me to
again turn around. As I do, she pushes my head down and tells me quietly to
taste her. I shudder again at the anticipation and happily let my tongue enter
her body, exploring, tasting, teasing, as she screams my name and climaxes
under me.
                We find more and more ways
to please each other as we allow our body’s need to drown out our pain. Even
though I’m sure we could have explored our passion even further, sleep finally
overcomes us. We lay huddled together in sweat and bliss.
    ◊◊◊
                I wake up first and bask
in the warmth and numbness that I feel. I sit and stare at Selene for a few
minutes before I have to search for something to eat. I decide on oatmeal,
fruit, and a slice of toast. I read 10:15 on the clock as I make enough for
Selene. I set her portions on the table just as there’s a soft knock at the
door. I quickly go back in Selene’s room where, thankfully, she’s still
sleeping. I reach in her drawer and pull out a big jersey that she likes to
sleep in and a pair of boxers before I answer the door. Yes, I had cooked
naked. I enjoy the freedom since I can never do that at my house. The person
knocks again, a little louder this time and I rush to look out of the window
and discover that it’s Damien.
                I open the door and
purposely roll my eyes while pretending to look at my imaginary watch on my
wrist. Damien ignores my rudeness, takes in my clothes, wild hair, and laughs.
“Boy, you are one lucky woman,” he tells me.
                “Hmm, don’t I know it,” I
agree as I think about all the love we made, and how Selene finally