Scene #40
Breath was exhaled; desire with need filled the room. Asylen was
terrified, then realized that he only wanted to love her. He was
the man of her dreams. This was the only way she could enjoy his
love without guilt, betrayal.
He was taking her into his control. Strong, soft material wrapped
Asylen’s wrists; with arms tied he hooked the material over her
head on a peg protruding the wall. He skimmed hands, fingertips
down her up stretched arms. Asylen’s lips were trembling and
straining closer to his. She was damp to the touch as perspiration
beaded her skin. She was bound. She couldn’t stop this man.
Wasn’t it foolish to even try? Wasn’t it foolish to even want too?
Asylen’s eyes closed letting his touch wash over her. He’d said he
couldn’t live another day without loving her and Asylen wanted to
be loved too, if even for just this one time. She could feel his
soft breath caressing the center of her body. His thumbs traced
small stroking circular motions upward, pushing the cotton dress
aside. Lips teased her as they quickly followed. Asylen opened
herself to him, lifting her legs over his broad shoulders. Slowly
his head dipped. He loved her as if his life depended on it. His
mouth found her center suckling, stroking and loving. Her back was
arching away from the wall. Asylen wanted more and just as if she
had asked; he knew. He was intent on giving her pleasure. He
moved upward splaying eager hands over her stomach and upon her
breasts. Her nipples were straining outward, dark as molasses and
tensed as his mouth covered one and pulled hard at it. Hands held
her breasts roughly as he first nursed one then the other while
pinching, nicking them with his teeth.
He stopped! OH MY GOD! Just Stopped! Asylen was in horror they’d
been found. A married woman, bound to the wall being raped, but
not being raped. She was being loved! Ah no, he hadn’t stopped,
they weren’t found, he’d moved to her neck. His breath danced over
her tingling skin then his lips and tongue began lightly, applying
more pressure with her distinct response. Hands wound her hair
pulling her closer! He was murmuring words softly. What were
they? He loved her? He needed her? He wanted to make her happy?
Her legs wrapped around his waist.
She was filled with a breadth that completed. Asylen’s pulse
pounded as he pounded himself into her. She was beginning to
spiral, soar, and be drawn into pure bliss when... the loud snore
woke her.
Wide sad eyes gaped at her husband on the far side of the bed.
Asylen’s sleeping husband; snoring, oblivious to his wife.
Sorrowful eyes drifted closed, wondering lightly why she could
never see the man’s face who had loved her for as long as her
dreams had lived, and silently she wept until she drifted back to
an un-dreaming sleep. Alone, on her side of the bed.
