Berger

 

Her waist had the curve of a guitar when I held her from behind. I entered her slowly and she let out a pained gasp before tumbling forward and sinking her teeth into the pillow.

"Slow down," she whispered.

I moved inside just an inch at a time until I could feel her loosen up. Her thighs gripped together as I went deeper. She bit her lip and looked up at me from the corner of her eye, her dark irises framed by her long eyelashes. Her makeup had smudged along the length of her orbital bone, giving her an almost tribal appearance and she'd never looked more beautiful.

The heat grew within me until I knew I was about to reach the critical moment. Pulling out of her, I leaned back on my heels and wiped the sweat from my face.

"Aaw, why did you stop?" she pouted.

Her ass was still in the air, one side of her face still stuck into the pillow. I tickled my fingers along the bottom of her feet and she giggled.

"Just... Just give me a second," I breathed.

She rolled over onto her back with a sigh and opened her legs wide.

"Come to me, Frankie."

I couldn't say no to her. Not ever. Lowering myself down onto her, I cupped her breasts and buried my face between them. She guided me between her legs and once again I was entering her, this time as slow as I possibly could but I couldn’t halt the sensation of pure euphoria that was unfurling from somewhere deep within my gut.

"Fuck..."

She loved to hear me come, loved the sensation of my body trembling as I ejaculated.

"Come, do it for me, Frankie."

"No, not yet."

She dug her fingernails into my buttocks and pulled me deeper inside her.

"Fuck... you know that always..."

I shook violently, yelling as I came. My legs and arms gave way beneath me until I was gasping for air between her glorious breasts with her hard nipples pressing into my cheek.

"Jesus, fucking Christ," I whispered from her chest.

She giggled and ran her fingers through my hair. Kissing the top of my head, she held me for a long while, the sweat on our bodies sticking our stomachs together.

"I love it when you do that," she said.

Hugging her tighter, I listened to the sound of her heartbeat.

"I'm so happy you came back."

"Me too," I said.

Reluctantly, I rolled off her and flopped out, spread-eagled on the bed. The sun was still lingering late in the day and filtered through the blinds so shadowed stripes fell across the cream walls.

"I thought you weren't going to come back."

It's beginning again, I thought. She'd going to ask me about it all over again and I won't have a single thing to say to her.

"You never did tell me what happened," she said.

"It was nothing."

"It was nothing so you ran away to Mexico."

"It was nothing," I repeated and sat up.

Catching my reflection in the mirror, I saw my cheeks were flushed a deep crimson and my hair was tousled. I looked ten years younger, felt it too. Just being away from Lincoln, away from that fucking house of tears had brought back my spark. And of course there was Miranda. She lit up my life.

"Why won't you talk to me?" she asked as she sat behind me.

Her nails ran down the length of my spine leaving a trail of goosebumps.

"Please, I don't want to talk about it."

"But why? We're going to have to eventually."

"No, we're not."

I pushed her hand away and stood up to pull on my boxer shorts. She watched me skeptically, lying on her stomach with her feet kicking up behind her.

"Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?"

"You tell me all the time," she said with a smile. "But stop trying to change the subject."

She wasn't going to give it up that easily. Everyday she asked me and everyday I told her the same thing. I didn't want to talk about.

"You really are beautiful," I said.

"I know," she winked. "But you're not getting off the hook so easily."

She sat up on her knees so that her breasts came back into view. I reached out to hold one and she swatted my hand away like I was a naughty puppy.

"No, you tell me what happened."

"No, Miranda. Jesus! How much can I tell you I don’t wanna talk about it?"

"You tell me."

She narrowed her eyes as she seethed and pulled the bedsheets around her to cover herself. The fun was officially over.

“Please, Miranda. Don’t start this again.”

“If you hadn’t left in the first place I wouldn’t have to.”

I sighed and perched on the edge of the window ledge.

“Please, just stop.”

“Just give me an explanation.”

“I can’t.”

She shook her head and rubbed her eyes.

“You know most men would at least try to make up an excuse for disappearing.”

“I’m not most men.”

“I can see that.”

She looked even hotter when she was angry. I found myself making my way back over to her and peeling back the bed clothes. She welcomed me with a kiss and lay on her back, pulling me toward her with her legs so I was pinned to her belly.

“Don’t do it again,” she said. “You have no idea what was going through my mind.”

“It won’t happen again,” I promised.

Yet as I felt the warmth between her thighs and sunk myself deep down within her, I couldn’t be sure that I wouldn’t leave again. Everything was perfect now, but for how long?