Dark Redemption - Charlotte Byrd Page 0,25
my chest, my breasts, going all the way down to my stomach, and then in between my thighs.
I arch my back, my hair falls somewhere behind me. His hands move generously and liberally up and down my body, and I reach down and press and squeeze his hard buttocks together. My fingers run up to his shoulders, broad and expansive. He makes me feel diminutive under his body.
"Do you have something?" I ask.
He nods, reaching into his wallet. I kiss his neck.
He slides his pants all the way off and drops them on the floor. He runs his fingers down my side and kisses my shoulder again and again. I hear the crinkling of the condom wrapper and I open my legs just as he slides inside.
I take him in. He's large and powerful and with him inside of me, I finally feel complete. It sounds like a joke, perhaps something unreal, but it's like we were meant to be this way.
Something separated us and we are finally back together.
Our bodies move as one. It becomes a dance.
The movements are slow at first but quickly gain momentum. I grab on to his back and his shoulders and wrap my legs tightly around him.
He continues to thrust into me deeper and deeper each time, spreading me wider and wider. And then when I can't hold on any longer, I grab on to the sheets and let a wave of pleasure rush through me.
It begins in my core and spreads through my fingers and toes, all the way to the ends and I feel my body pulsating and he moves faster and faster until he moans my name and collapses on top of me.
We lie here in bliss for a long time that night. At first, we just revel in the silence, and then we talk and we can't get enough of each other. We laugh.
He opens a bottle of wine and we tell one another stories about our childhood and our past lives. About three glasses in, I find myself wondering how I managed to live so long without him in my life.
When I wake up the following morning, I realize that I had forgotten about Allison altogether. I glance at my phone and see a lot of text messages and missed calls asking where I am. Still dressed in nothing but a sheet, I sit up in bed, face the huge bay window looking out onto the ocean, and call her.
"Hey, I'm so sorry," I say, and she launches into an attack.
"What are you doing? Where were you last night? You promised that you would call. I almost went to the police station."
"No, I'm fine. We just had a date."
"Yeah. I figured that much. Either that or he murdered you and chopped you up and buried you in his backyard.”
“He wouldn’t need to do that,” I joke. “He could’ve just tossed me out in the ocean.”
I want to laugh, but this is a serious matter. The thing is that I should have called. I should have told her. She has every right to be worried. "So how was it?" Allison asks after a long pause.
"It was good. We had fun. I'm still here."
"You are?" she asks, and immediately turns on FaceTime.
I want to press the big red button to ignore her, but I'm on call and I can't very well do that.
As soon as we connect, she shakes her head. While she is recently showered and has her hair styled and her makeup applied, I am wrecked.
I look at my reflection in the little corner. Messy hair resembling something of a bird's nest, last night's caked on makeup, and pasty skin and puffy eyes.
"Well, you look like you had a good time," she says, bringing the phone closer to her face. "And had clearly a lot to drink."
I laugh, only slightly embarrassed.
My eyes are bloodshot, and I feel a little woozy and unstable on my feet. “Hey, some people would say this is how you know you had a good time.”
“Will you at least be able to meet me for lunch in town?" she asks. "In like two hours?"
"Yeah, of course. I'll be there," I promise.
"Okay. It's the French crepe café right on Main Street."
"I'll look it up. Don't worry," I promise.
When Dante steps out of the shower, fresh and clean, he has his towel draped around his waist. When he flexes, I can see every outline of every muscle.
"Wow," I say. "It's like you're photoshopped."
He laughs, taking me into