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Ebbs of Passion He sat alone on a rock that shot out of the beach like a missile that had never been launched. The point where he sat, hung in midair over the surf, but it was his favorite place, a place he did not bother showing to anyone else, ever. This was his solitude, meant only for him. He came here when he had occasion to sit alone and reflect. Using the time to solve problems, plan for tomorrow and release the stress of the day. This spot held his answers, his dreams and his hopes. The surf beat the rocks below and sometimes shot sprays of salt water high into the air and over him, as if sending a swift yet chilling reminder to him of its awesome power. He watched the sun set. It too seemed to hang in mid air this night, as it usually set quickly once it hit the water. He saw it as a sign, telling him that it was not yet time to close this chapter on his life. A smile touched his lips and a gentle stir rumbled in his groin. He knew he wanted her forever, not for just this short time on this blank plane of space that held no future for them. He wanted her on his foundation of life. He wanted to give her the moon and the stars and bathe her in rainwater scented with Jasmine. He wanted to fulfill her in every way possible that a man could fulfill a woman. Their anger had cut short their journey to that higher plane. The words they spoke in the heat of the moment only served to weaken the bonds between them. He knew he had to have her back. Only she could make him complete and whole again. With that decision made, the sun set quickly into the sea. He knew he had made the right choice. That was his confirmation. He stood, then jumped across the jutting rocks; he had to see her and somehow win her back. She sat alone in the dimly lit apartment, her chin resting on her knees tucked beneath her. Her day was filled with restless cleaning and odd jobs, an effort to keep her mind off the argument they had last night. It had not worked. She cried all day and now she missed him. He had been her rock. He made her believe that she could do anything and be whomever she wanted. His love for her was passionate and true. She had pushed him away. The ache to feel his arms around her and the pain in her heart were too much to bear. She knew this time she had gone too far. Even if he did return, things would never be the same. He would never trust her again. This time, she had closed the book. The man who was once her lover and best friend was now only a memory. A knock at the door sent a rush of adrenaline through her. She gasped and leaped off the sofa, half running to the door. Her was heart pounding in anticipation. She opened the door; it was him. She wanted to scream and run into his arms, but she knew he didn't want her. She willed herself to step back, ashamed and afraid to meet his gaze, fearing she would see his hatred for her. She could not bear it. He was certain she would be glad to see him. He hoped she would run into his arms, kiss him and tell him she forgave him. He had treated her so cruel. How could he have been so cruel to the woman he loves? He felt embarrassed at how he had acted and did not blame her for backing away when she saw him. The pain crushed his heart. He could see she had been crying. He was the reason. He stepped in and ached to reach for her, to hold her close. They did not speak. They walked to the living room in silence, he sat on one end of the sofa and she on the other. She began to shake with sobs of grief. He sat frozen, unsure how to respond. She stretched her hand and laid the small rose quartz heart necklace he had given her onto the cushion. He felt his stomach knot as he was certain it was over. He could no longer take the pain. He picked up the necklace, rose to his feet. "I love you", he said. "I will always love you". He turned to leave. In a soft, weakened voice she said, "You love me"? He wheeled to look into her eyes. Desperately searching for a reason to stay. He found her face looking at him as if he had just unleashed a thousand years of bondage from her. He reached out for her, and she responded. An eternity passed until he could feel her in his arms; he pulled her close and kissed the tears from her face. She clung to him like releasing him would allow her to fall into the dark abyss from where she had just emerged. The place inside her that she had never known before existed. Her fingers dug into his hair and she held on. He pressed her to him and kissed her neck. Soon the relief gave way to overwhelming desire as the passion ignited them. Crashing into them like the surf on the rocks. His hands found their way underneath her blouse and he pulled it quickly over her head. On the same impulse, she untangled her fingers from his hair and began pulling at the buttons on his jeans, willing them to release their charge. She could feel him, hard and pulsing through the denim. Soon they were free from their clothes. A sudden realization set her back on the sofa, afraid. He wanted her; she wanted him, madly and deliciously. The fire inside her gave way to a new flame, a flame of love so intense that it stopped her, a flame that willed her being to a state of newness she had never before experience. He gazed at her nakedness and became suddenly aware of a new beauty he had never before seen. Her body was sexy; her breasts were round and perfect. The desire inside him wanted to drive itself between her legs, probe its way inside of her until it exploded from within his very soul and soaked her into him. She touched his hand. The urgency and rush of the moment subsided with her softness. He moved to her. With his desire and passion still burning, he slowly kissed her body. His hands felt their way along every inch of her as if he were memorizing her. She too was drawing his body to her. Kissing, caressing, tasting and smelling. Her senses were reeling beyond her ability to comprehend her feelings. He lay her back, easing himself onto her careful not to enter her. His lips touched hers and electricity shot through him. He gently circled her lips with his tongue and she met his tongue with hers. He could smell her arousal and feel her heat. His head was spinning and he wanted her. His hands gently cupped her breasts and her nipples responded, becoming hard, protruding buds in his fingers. The moan and the arch of her back gave him a power like he could single-handedly conquer new worlds. His tongue moved down the side of her neck. Kissing and licking, he gently buried his face in the curve of her neck and shoulder. She pulled him to her, fingers kneading the flesh on his buttocks. Grinding her love mound against his swollen manhood. He kissed his way down her chest to the rock hard buds in his hands. Slowly and carefully he sucked one, then the other, gently nibbling and tenderly biting the flesh on her breasts. Squeezing with his fingers allowed him access to the sweet tenderness of her blossoms. Gently digging her nails into his thighs, dragging her fingers up, sliding them back down, then dragging her nails through his flesh, back up again; sent waves of passion through him. She reached underneath him and put her hand around his cock. The soft skin responded as she wrapped her fingers around and squeezed. A moan escaped his lips as he continued to suck her swollen nipples. She moved her legs farther apart, guiding him to her impassioned sex. Shifting herself, she parted the lips to allow the underside of him to rest on her clit. He felt her wetness and her warmth. Just like the ocean, it shot over him, reminding him of it's awesome power. He trembled in anticipation. Lifting his hips, she guided him to the entry point. He slid inside her, slowly savoring each gentle thrust. She drew in a breath and could not inhale or exhale. She shuddered as he buried himself inside her. He lowered his body on top of her and kissed her lips with the hard, wet passionate kiss of a lifelong lover, then slowly began to move. He thrust his throbbing rod inside until he could feel the end of her tunnel. She rocked her hips to meet his constant movement, rocking and wanting, feverishly holding back the desire to break into a fast and hard sexual overdrive. They began to pace themselves faster and she could feel the release welling inside her. His thrusts were true and direct, his intentional movements were hitting their mark. She began to breathe faster, panting and moaning. He kissed her lips passionately, allowing her to know for the very first time that he loved her. Her back arched and she screamed in ecstasy. He kept his thrusts deliberate but could no longer hold back and shot his juices into her. Their orgasms brought crushing waves that seemed to be drawn from every inch of their bodies. Her fingers buried deep into his buttocks and his arms cinched around her; they clung to each other until the last waves of orgasm overcame them, and their rigid muscles cried out for release. They sank helpless into the sofa. Still joined, he ran his fingers through her hair and kissed the soft roundness on her chin. The musky smell of their sex still lingering, but this time it was different. She allowed him to love her, the way he wanted, the way he felt and the way he intended. He stood, helping her to her feet and they dressed. He drove her to his spot on the rock above the ocean, the spot he never took anyone. They sat in each other's arms, in love. High above the awesome power of the surf, for the very first time they watched the sun rise. Copyright 1999 Laney Hayworth Davis aka LUKYDUX777@aol.com All Rights Reserved Any reproduction in whole or in part is strictly prohibited without the express written consent of the author.
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