Wishing . . .
The sound of the rain lulled her, comforting her in its strange way, comforting her because it was so familiar. It almost
made her laugh in bitter irony. There was always a storm in her life, beating against her, trying to bring her down. It was
wearying at times, but she would endure. She would always endure.
A sigh escaped her.
The card lay open on the table, staring back at her, mocking her, and she closed it now, wishing for the hundredth time
. . . Wishing . . . But it was no use. There was nothing she could do about it. As much as she hated the way of things there
was nothing she could do. All things come in time, he was fond of saying. But she was tired of waiting. She fingered the card
again. She didn’t want another card. She wanted him. And yet she had to wait.
Her eyes fell closed and she leaned back, listening to the summer rain, wondering if he was doing the same right now. Was
he thinking about her? It was odd, she mused. Odd that they’d even met. She was the first to admit that had they passed
on the street they wouldn’t have so much as spoken. Maybe a smile or a friendly nod but no more that that. They were
from different worlds, from different walks of life, and had a different view of things. Even now, as close as they were,
they still misunderstood each other at times. And had he been released years ago he never would have written her. And yet
look at them now. What twist of Fate had brought their paths together, what game was Fortune playing. Who could say. . .
She sighed again as she pushed herself to her feet. It was no use, she repeated in her mind. And she was tired of thinking
about it. Fate gave them nudges down different roads at times and it wasn’t always easy to understand why. She would
just have to deal with things as they came. What else could she do.
Turning off the light she padded through the apartment to her room, grateful that her grandson was sleeping in another
room this night. She wanted to be alone tonight. Alone with him.
A smile came to her lips now. Cliff-bear sat on the bed waiting for her, ever ready to love her. But she wasn’t ready
to lay down just yet. She walked to the window instead, looking out at the summer storm, watching the lightning flash in the
distance, feeling the thunder rumble across the Heavens. Just a storm. Just another storm I have to weather and then . . .
She smiled as she thought of what he said once, the words from a song, I will see you, when the sun comes out again.
Her eyes fell closed and she stood in silence, listening to the rain, listening . . . Wishing . . .
That was when the music came alive, a trancelike ambient melody, flutes and harps and sounds she didn’t recognize,
a powerful spell that was both soothing and yet strangely erotic. It made her feel like she was in another world and she never
thought to question where the music came from.
That was when she felt his hands upon her, finding her shoulders, his warm, strong hands, kneading the muscles firmly,
gently, his touch a mix of strength and tenderness.
“Hello my darling,” he said in his soft voice.
She smiled under his ministrations. “Do you come to me in my dreams now . . . “
He brought his lips down, kissing the back of her neck where it curved into her shoulder, making her shiver. “What
are dreams but a reflection of reality. And what do we chase in life but the realization of our dreams.”
“I wish this wasn’t a dream. I wish you were here with me now.”
His hand slipped around her waist, passing over her breast, stopping on her heart. She could feel it beating against his
hand. “I am with you , Lynda. I am here. I am always with you here. And tonight . . .”
She felt a tear fall from her eye, rolling down her cheek. He turned her slowly around and kissed it away. Her eyes came
open. “You really are here.”
“Yes. Tonight I am here.”
“But . . . How?”
He raised a hand to her cheek, stroking it softly. “Some things are better left unanswered, some things better left
to the realm of mystery.” He kissed her softly on the lips. “But tonight we will be together.”
She looked up into his eyes, those emerald eyes now cloaked in shadow, but she could still see his love for her reflected
there. “I love you . . . “
His hands came to her cheeks now, cupping her face like a fragile flower. “And I love you.”
Then he pressed his lips to hers and the world seemed to tilt, to change, time falling away as the music washed over them,
their lips opening to each other, wanting, their tongues exploring each other with passion now kindled. A moan arose deep
in her throat as her arms came up around him, pulling herself against him, feeling her breasts swell against the muscles of
his chest.
His hand slipped down her body then, sliding around her waist as his lips found her neck, kissing the soft flesh. Then
she pulled away, moving over to the bed as her hands found the sash to her robe. Slowly she pulled it loose, holding his eyes
as she pulled back the folds, exposing her bosom, her nakedness. The robe fell to the ground.
The sight made him stop and inhale, steadying himself, his heart seeming to stop for several beats. For a moment he wondered
if an angel stood before him, a creature of such divine beauty he felt paralyzed. “My God you’re so beautiful.”
But then he walked forward, compelled by her radiance, her sublimity, by her aura, no longer in control of himself, his
love overwhelming him. Then his hands found her and she turned, pushed her bottom against him, the contact making them both
tremble, lightning rippling through them as it rippled outside, and his lips found her shoulder, caressing the smooth skin.
She took his hands in hers, sliding them over her body and up to her breast as a moan escaped her.
He turned her around, pushing her gently down on the bed. His lips found hers again and again the world tilted, seeming
to shake beneath them, all around them as the music rumbled beyond the window. Her soft cries gripped him as his lips traveled
down her neck, her chest, finding her breast, her nipples straining beneath this tongue, her hands running through his hair,
her pleasure going on and on until she thought she would be overwhelmed completely.
Then he moved down her stomach, across her sides, kissing and licking the tender flesh, feeling her body shiver beneath
him, his hands finding her long smooth legs, sliding along the curves and contours.
But he could wait no longer. He reached up pulled down her panties, his inner fire fanned by the feel of white satin, her
hips arching as he drew them off, sliding them down her legs. His eyes closed of their own accord, his whole body tensing
at the sight of her, the soft mound of hair, the exposed folds of her womanhood. He had to taste her.
His head lowered down between her legs, her scent washing over him, inhaling deep her musk, his tongue probing the folds
and ridges, licking up and down before pushing inside, her hot essence enveloping him. In and out, he sucked with growing
need, feeling her hips push against him, her cries inflaming him as he found the swell of her clit and took it in his mouth,
her throaty cries growing louder, deeper, as waves of pleasure coursed through her. He couldn’t pull away and yet he
could resist her no longer.
His clothes came off, flung carelessly to the floor, his whole being riveted with desire for her, all of her. Then their
bodies touched and he felt her breasts against him, her legs wrap around him, the heat of her loins calling to him. He pushed
deep inside her, a moan torn from his throat and he pressed tighter against her, his hips thrusting against hers. Deeper,
he pushed deeper, he couldn’t push deep enough. He wanted all of her, he wanted their souls to bond while their bodies
writhed in ecstasy.
“Lynda . . . “
The storm raged outside and it seemed the mountains shook as they lost themselves in passion, and finally he rolled her
over, pulling her with him, and she straddled him now, leaning forward on top of him, her eyes squeezed shut as she took up
her own impassioned rhythm, his straining shaft driving in and out of her with her hard, erotic movement. Their hands found
each other and gripped like a vise as she rode harder, her cries becoming screams, the rhythm becoming a frenzy, his hips
thrusting up to meet hers . . .
“Lynda . . . “
His whole body went rigid as he exploded inside her and a cry ripped from deep within her, her neck and back arching as
she felt his hot seed. For a moment she went still, her chest heaving, her teeth clenched, then she moved her hips a few more
times, gently, softly, both reveling in the feel of each other. She relaxed down on top of him and he wrapped his arms around
her, holding her against him as she closed her eyes, never wanting to let her go.
“I love you . . . “
I will see you . . .
When the sun comes out again . . .
