I was relatively certain that I’d given Kelly her first orgasm the night previous. And before anything further happened with me, I craved to give her at least one more, to see that beautiful face of hers overcome with pleasure. To this end, I bent to remove her shoes and socks, then tapped her hip so she’d raise up and allow me to tug off her sweatpants.
Underneath she wore a pair of purple polka dot panties I couldn’t take my eyes off of. They were simple, demure-looking and covered her completely, yet something about them made my blood pump even harder. I knew they would fuel my dreams for years to come.
Once I had her bare, I whispered in her ear, “Want me to make you feel good again?”
She nodded at the same time she whispered back, “Please.”
At the moment, she was laid across the cushions of the sofa lengthways, but I needed her in a different position for what I had in mind. “Sit up for me, put your bottom right at the edge of your seat.” After that, I had her recline backwards as I sat on the carpet and made myself at home between her thighs.
“Marco? What…”
“Do you trust me?”
She nodded again.
“Then, relax.”
Once she was where I wanted her, I relieved myself of my coat and suit jacket so I’d have more freedom of movement, then dipped forward and placed my mouth on her core. She gasped and sat up as if shocked by the contact, but I knew enough about her responses now to know this was a good reaction rather than a bad one.
I continued on, outlining her flawless pink center with my tongue, lapping up her sweet essence and reveling in it. I loved this, loved being surrounded by her, loved having her be the only thing my senses registered as real. I could stay like this, encased like this with her and die a happy man.
Wrapping an arm around her slender waist, I anchored myself there, flicking my tongue across her most sensitive skin as I inserted a finger inside of her. Her breathing had accelerated into these gasps and hums, and when I inserted a second finger and sucked that upraised bundle of nerves with a bit more force, she came, squirming and shuddering in a frenzy around me.
Though the temperature outside hovered around freezing, here in the living room a cute little pot-bellied stove had been lit, leaving our precious hideaway toasty warm. Kelly laid in front of me, her naked chest heaving as she settled back down, her alabaster skin dewy with perspiration. I gazed at her for an endless minute, storing this image away for eternity.
Gathering her up, I carried her over to the main bedroom with its king-sized bed, knowing this would be the best time to go further, now that she was malleable and ready for me.
I laid her at the center of the mattress, stripping out of everything but my button-down dress shirt. The living room had been well lit with overhead lighting and lamps illuminating every corner. Here, though, in the bedroom, the main source of light came through a single window, its curtains closed for privacy, and the roaring woodburning fireplace taking up most of one wall.
The flickering quality of the light, while gorgeous in the way it highlighted Kelly’s form, suddenly reminded me of another time, another place. Another set of circumstances began to dominate my mind, circumstances where similar flames had barraged me, trapped me, ignited my skin as if it were nothing more than paper, charring it beyond recognition.
I could feel it, too. Feel how it singed me, the pain of it going deeper and deeper as it roasted me alive.
“Marco? Are you okay?” came a voice, Kelly’s. But it seemed to be coming from far away.
I couldn’t catch my breath. Couldn’t un-see what I had seen. Couldn’t forget the pain or the certainty that I was about to die in one of the most drawn-out and agonizing ways imaginable.
And smoke. I could smell it. Feel it choking me as the taste of its acrid flavor consumed each of my senses all over again.
A shadow approached, and I flinched and retreated as it touched me. Would it burn me, too?
I had to get out of here, had to escape. I couldn’t go through that again. I refused to. I’d rather throw myself out the window, slicing myself into ribbons and breaking half my bones, before I’d allow my body to be set ablaze again.
“Marco, it’s me. It’s Kelly.”
I blinked and gazed into Kelly’s face, recognizing for the first time that it wasn’t a shadow that had a hold of me but her. She stood in front of me, clutching my wrists with a firmness that jolted me back to reality as my inhales and exhales sped through me like a freight train, my pulse at an Olympic level sprint.
What just happened?
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Kelly
“Marco, it’s me. It’s Kelly.”
I gripped onto Marco, shaking him until he glanced up. At last, he focused on me, his dark eyes wild. Afraid. He was quivering from head to toe, and all at once it hit me. I knew what this was because I’d experienced it myself. A panic attack, and a rough one at that. It was only now beginning to subside.
“Kelly?”