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Written By: Arianna I was tired, tired to death. My return flight was too long and exhausting. Just think, I was packed for hours between a screaming baby and a fighting old couple. While the airplane came down, I was feeling a headache coming. My trip home ended faster than I expected - the roads were almost empty at 2:00 am. When I heard the driver's voice, I was startled. During the last 30 minutes my mind wandered about my constant lifelong concern, Joey. Every time I phoned her, previously last week, I could sense her sadness, her uncertainty too. That was first time I went off, after we began live together, and I couldn't help but be worried. While the cab withdrew from the sidewalk, I turned and looked at our house. It full of sadness and an eerie silence occupied it. With a small sigh I went upstairs wearily. In a secret spot of my heart I was looking for her, awake, smiling, and ready to welcome me home. I entered carefully to not cut her sleep and placed my suitcase on floor, my keys on small table on the left. Let me tell you that entrance is - together with our bedroom - the nicest room in the house. It's a round room with two large glass windows from which you can see a small garden. That night the full moon filled the ambient with a white icy light. I delayed a moment, trying to soothe my worries and I was just about to direct one step to the bedroom, when her slender frame appeared to me against moonlight. She was walking toward me, wearing her simple cream nightgown. She was staring at me seriously; no smile curled her gorgeous lips. I could see her hazel eyes glare in the half darkness and just for a single second I was almost terrified that she would… But Joey kept on walking until she was close by me, could laid down the palms of her hands on my chest and settled her head smoothly just under my unshaved jaw. We stood silent and motionless. I felt my body became loose; my heartbeat took away my fears. I was surprised at her serenity but when she raised her head and got up on her bare tiptoes to kiss me full on the lips, I allowed the warmth invade my heart. She was almost swinging and I clutched her waist to embrace and hold her against me. Her body was yielding, flexible like a reed; she was letting me squeeze her for dear life. I was feeling her fingers go up and down my back in slow, long motions, as if she would lose a kid, as she had known that her hands had the power to reach that deep, secret spot in my soul. She moved away her mouth, grasped my nape, and tickled the skin of my neck with a rain of softest kisses. At this point I was fully relaxed, and for the first time in three weeks. She went away just enough to watch my eyes, kept on staring at me for a while and then, like she had found out what she wanted, detangled herself from my hug. I couldn't help but on instinct pressed her waist with my hands, on attempt to retain her close to me. She smiled reassuringly, loosened my hold, and, kissed my fingers sweetly, arranging my arms along my own sides. Her gaze was so intense that I began to shiver. I didn't manage to forecast what she was to do next, I didn't manage to read her eyes and that doubt excited me, while a misty anticipation was increasing inside. She touched my shoulders, going on staring straight in my eyes, and slowly but securely traveled down my chest toward the buttons of my blue shirt, opening them one by one and slipping both hands in. She lowerd her piercing glance, watching her own hands spread on my pectoral and pursue her little journey caressing my collarbones, my sides. She took off the shirt and ran the tip of her fingers along my arms outside and inside. I was standing, my heart racing wildly, still as if I was unable of any movement. Whatever she was doing, I was more than willing to enjoy it; I didn't want it stop, ever. Suddenly I felt the soft skin of her cheek rub against my chest, her light breath warm my flesh, and just a second later her lips were all over, savoring me, kissing my hair while her hands were caressing my forearms. I kept on trembling. I can't explain properly now, but I have never known before what a small gesture could do. Damn, I never knew before that a light caress could show so much worship. Quite in a blur I was thinking that my last shower was a distant memory and then I wasn't so "fresh" after my hell of flight, but all those polite thoughts fading away while Joey's mouth tasted me like chocolate ice cream. Her hands were busy undoing my belt, unbuttoning my trousers, lowering them down to the floor. Automatically I discarded my shoes, now a little more aware about what's going to happen, there in the middle of our entrance, but yet skeptical at the very thought. I was naked, completely naked on my feet before her and I could watch in those soulful eyes the way she was seeing me. Beautiful…yes I know that the word isn't suitable for a man, however her eyes were telling me that. I was beautiful for Joey. She came toward me again, close to me, attaching her fully clothed body to mine. The smooth sensation of the fabric drawn by her full breasts, the quick contact between our pelvises sent a bunch of shivers up and down my spine. I was losing my self-control, losing my own self. I had to touch her, I had to grasp for that amazing dream before it could disappear and I did, closing my hands upon her shoulders. Feeling with my fingertip her velvet skin, I inserted my index finger under the thin straps and her nightgown slowly flowed down, uncovering her curves. She knelt at my feet. I had that stunning, exquisite goddess, knelled naked at my feet. Oh my, I can't even remember that sight without holding my breath. She began to graze both my ankles, then my legs, shifting fingers to those little dimples behind my knees, the same knees that went weak because I couldn't withstand anymore. I was loosing my balance, my mind in a whirlwind. Joey quickly embraced my legs, holding me in place, and plunged her hands on my buttocks. We stayed like this for a while; she waited and caressed my flesh. I tried to calm down a little with deep breaths. I say that I was trying to calm down, didn't I? Right… she turned her head and I felt the hairs and cheek rub against my groin and I give up, once and for all. Her hands were traveling from my buttocks to my hips. They grazed me, left a trail of shivers, skin-deep, and stopped on my lower stomach. Just for one moment, because she closed the same hands straight away round my penis and began to caress it. Long, smooth, slow caresses from root to head, from sides to core. Every touch of her hands sent shivers along my spine toward my brain. My head was spinning. I couldn't keep my eyes open, and was blinking, seeing rainbows of unknown colors behind my eyelids. Once her gesture passed through the blur of my overwhelmed sensations, I felt her fingers intertwining mine and I opened eyes. She stopped and was staring at my face with her gorgeous, glistening eyes. At that very moment I knew that she had won every fear, forgot every shame, sponged every regret, and was offering me her utter surrender. She really loved me, loving me, as she was fifteen again. Joey loved me with all her faith and trust. But she wasn't a teenager anymore, she was a woman now and would love everything about me, every small part of my body. Joey loves me without if or but, finally. Joey kissed the head of my length. And she kept kissing, open mouth sweet kisses all over, and then, clasping gently the hand intertwined with mine round my length, Joey began lap every fold of my throbbing hard on. Her tongue was driving me crazy, giving me such an unimaginable pleasure that I almost couldn't believe exist. I couldn't divert glances from the sight of our hands together around my penis, of her tongue wet along my skin, of her blissful expression. She was enjoying the experience, as I was her prize, her one desire, and the one answer to all her prayers. I was lost all over again, lost in the sight of her red lips. The same red, full, soft lips that immediately afterward I saw greedily gulp down the head and slowly my entire penis. I felt her suck dry my quivering flesh, amazed because she seems like…no I knew for sure that she did like, truly like what she was doing to me. What she was doing, was reaching my core and changing my old being, it was full all secret corners of my soul with pure joy; it was give me longed for certainty that she is mine for life. My mind was screaming "Joey's mine" continuously and I swear it was this very thought that sent me over the edge. Okay, I concede it, the deep suction of her mouth helped a little. Joey had to feel that I began to throb. She dropped a few tender licks encircling my swollen and sensitized head and I came, and came and came freely inside her mouth and, after, all over her breasts while my penis slid out of her lips because I was bending my legs and kneeling in front of her. Joey rested one hand in my hair and embraced me tightly with her other, waiting until my breath came back to normality. When I recovered fully, I felt her lips near my left ear and heard the first words she told me that night. "Welcome home Dawson". -------------------------------------------------- |