Faith
Part 1
By Heather
Three
thirty in the morning
Not a soul in sight
The city’s looking like a ghost town
On a moonless summer night
Danny
pulled her soft, pliant body closer and nuzzled her neck.
She sighed and curved her lush, uncovered body closer to him, running her
fingers up and down his chest. Nipping
at her ear, he pulled back and sat up, throwing his long legs over the edge of
the bed. Looking outside the
window, he realized how late it was and rose.
She murmured a soft plea for him to stay.
He smiled and turned, placing first a finger to her lips, then his soft
lips that still tasted of her.
She
smiled as she reached up and attempted in vain to pull him down to her still
naked form. He placed his hands on
the bed by her head and smiled down at her.
Tucking a long strand of her blond hair behind her ears, he sat down by
her side, gazing wistfully into her eyes. Leaning
over he again pressed his mouth to hers, thrusting his tongue inside when she
willingly allowed him access. She
reached out and took his hands, bringing them to her firm, full breasts.
He cupped them and brushed his thumb across her hardened nipples,
catching her moan with his mouth. Trailing
his tongue down her hot skin, he descended down and took one in his mouth.
She gasped again and threaded her small hands into his dark brown curls,
holding his head to her now swollen, achy breasts. He scratched his chin across her breasts, his whiskers
faintly scratching the sensitive flesh. Enjoying
the feel of him against her body, she reaching down and took his other hand,
guiding it down to the curly hair at the apex of her legs, moaning again as his
fingers entered her, touching what she wanted him to find.
She
reached for the button of his jeans, helping him take them back off, smiling at
her victory. She kissed his salty
neck as he thrust into her again, making her cry out in ecstasy.
* *
Michelle
awoke with a start. The bad dream
she had been having clouded her eyes as she opened them slowly. Reaching out all she found was a cold, neatly made side of
the bed…a pillow without an indentation, sheets cold and un-slept in.
Her heart sank, feeling dead and hollow as she rose and walked into the
bathroom.
Splashing
cold water onto her feverish face she looked up at her reflection in the mirror.
A face she no longer recognized stared back. Haunted eyes watched her
warily. Limp hair framed a
face too old for its years. She
picked up the towel beside the sink and wiped the water from her still too hot
face. Throwing the towel across the
room, she left the bathroom and headed out of her bedroom into the hall.
Heading down the stairs, she walked to the kitchen to fix herself a pot
of coffee and begin the long wait until her husband came home.
Denying
her fears again, as she had done many nights before, she waited alone and lost
in the dark of the house. Walking
through her home, she slowly turned on all the lights, in a vain attempt to shut
out the darkness of the night and of her soul.
She dared to hope that it was just the weather keeping him out, not her
evil of her dreams.