GLASS SHAPED HEART
SEVEN
Hold You in My Arms by Ray LaMontagne
When you kissed my lips with my mouth so full of questions
My worried mind that you quiet
Place your hands on my face
Close my eyes and say
That love is a poor man's food
I could hold you forever
His lips on her forehead feel like a cool cloth on fevered skin. She closes her eyes to take it in and remember. Placing her ear to his chest hearing the beat of his heart, Elizabeth looks up as Jason slowly opens his eyes.
He leans over till their mouths and gazes align. Noses touch. Jason nuzzles her moist cheek. She can't help but tilt her head and invite his lips. Jason is unsure. He's wanted this for so long, thought of little else every night for seven years. Having this beautiful woman hold him was enough. He could take it slow, for her, he could wait.
They brush against each other. Her breath is ragged and Jason's comes in shallow bursts. Their warm exhalations pass over their lips exchanging ones breath for the other's. The tingle at the back of Elizabeth's neck heightens with a barely detectable hum from Jason's throat. She is completely aware he is restraining himself.
Elizabeth dares to initiate the softest of kisses. He dares to press his mouth slightly more against hers. Fitting together, their lips stack upon each other. She takes her time tasting his bottom lip till Jason shifts so he can taste hers. Tilting her head more, Elizabeth's tongue finds his. She feels something wet where their cheeks connect. Jason is so moved he lets silent tears come. It fuels his need to have her. He weaves fingers into her soft hair, clasps an arm tight around her. Elizabeth grabs on to Jason as he is backing them towards the couch.
Jason's calves graze the old sofa. Her arms unlock and find his chest. They circle his broad muscles. He won't stop kissing her. He can't get enough. Elizabeth pushes slightly. Jason sits at her direction, bringing her down on top of him.
Elizabeth is shocked how quickly her body response to Jason. She is flush and swelling. Need builds to the point of bursting. High school kids can't match the stamina of their make-out and the sweet torture it brings. Barely away from each other's mouth, their hands roam and sculpt with abandon. Jason slides his palm over her jeans till he has her curve in his hand. He presses her against his aching body to relieve the throbbing.
Elizabeth breaks from the kisses to lay her head over his heart again. The pounding of his Valentine muscle invades her ears. He's alive. Jason is alive. Taking her hand, he kisses her fingers. Despite his labored breathing, each tip gets its attention. Calming slightly, Jason finally places a warm kiss on her open palm then sets it on his ribs and lays his hand over hers.
He takes the moment like it's a gift. He needs nothing more. What his body needs doesn't matter. Jason looks up at the balloons and streamers floating above him and wonders what she is thinking. Their heartbeats find a common rhythm as each slows. When her hand slips away from his and slides under his shirt he tenses. Elizabeth's delicate fingers touch him like a flame licking his skin, Jason's breath catches. Her palm flattens out and slides back down his heated skin to Jason's waist.
Lifting up his shirt at the same time she lifts herself up to expose his bare abdomen. He is tan and has little creases like the little lines on her face. She kisses them and instantly Jason holds his breath as his muscles contract.
Encouraged she creeps up and licks at his breast while moving her hand to work on the button of his jeans. He stops her and, struggling a little, sits them both up. Looking into her eyes Jason sees her greed for him. In her eyes he sees a slick sheen of desire and heartbreaking need mirroring his own. It makes him crazy to have Elizabeth look at him that way. Like she still belongs to him.
Jason dives his whole hand into her hair until he finds the back of her neck. Pulling her to him he is not gentle. The kiss is deep and lustful. Like a vise grip she is caught between his lips and his hand. The thrill of it shoots to her center. Suddenly their clothes feel like an offensive barrier between them.
Feeling the same way, Jason abruptly lets go but with no less speed he pulls at her sweater. It's off and he is pleased to see the paleness of her skin glow under his touch. Elizabeth removes her bra. She tosses it across the room in abandon as if free from chains. When Jason's hands hesitate Elizabeth takes them. She guides them to her breasts; her peaks already engorged and deep pink with anticipation. Melting with his first caress she closes her eyes. Jason trails kisses over her shoulders and across her collarbone.
Feeling like she might faint, Elizabeth opens her eyes widening them, trying to focus on the room. His mouth tends to her snowy mounds, wets them, makes them sing. A red heart shaped balloon sways in the air. She laces her hands in his long hair like holding on to the mane of a wild horse. So many balloons, a casual audience of decorations looks on with impassivity as her body pulses and grows wetter. The fire in their loins threatens to burn the place down. Jason pauses as if to let the flames subside but she seizes the opportunity to yank off his shirt and pepper his still magnificent chest with tongued kisses.
He sinks into the arousal she brings and loses himself, but won't allow over indulgence. He wants to attend her. He pulls at her jeans and works them off, having to stand in the process. While towering over a naked Elizabeth he can't help but eat her with is eyes. Did she become more beautiful with age or would Jason only see her as the indefinable beauty he fell in love with? Slowly tracing her curves with his eyes as he undoes his pants, Jason lets the denim fall to the floor. He struggles to get his feet out of his boots, too distracted to think about unzipping them.
Elizabeth sits up and studies him in turn. Jason is a little grayer, maybe his skin isn't as tight but the shape of him had not changed. He smells the same. She nuzzles his already rock hard erection and licks the sensitive skin. Her hands cup and knead him. Before she can fully engulf his fullness into her mouth, Jason pushes Elizabeth back on the couch. He won't let her have him like that till he's had her.
Laying his body on top of Elizabeth's, they start making out again the way they'd started. But his time his cock is like a finger nudging her swollen essence. The tease is unbearable. The friction of rough skin on soft creates a charge. The muscles of his arm tense as he holds his weight so not to crush her but she wraps her arms and legs around him making it difficult. Elizabeth needs him insider her. He has not choice but to relinquishes. Jason finds her and glides in like passing through the doorway to heaven. So slow and savory, his penetration feels like fire and ice at the same time.
Elizabeth arches. Her arms fall away. Her mouth opens. A cry escapes her lips. It's all between her legs now. Where she and Jason are connected is a new universe they are creating. One where only they exist and love is the only air they will ever need.
Her core is so hot. The way Elizabeth's body responds only weakens any control Jason has left. Listening to Elizabeth's building moans makes him want to last for her. Elizabeth wants him deeper to eliminate any space between them. She can take all he has and more, even if it hurts. He wants to prop himself up and leave her mouth to try and retain some composure but Elizabeth won't let him. Can she be so close to coming already?
Jason watches his wife's face as ecstasy surprises her. He hasn't seen or felt anything like it in seven years. She comes hard and in long sustained waves. Almost a look of shock as contraction after contraction ripples through her. And he comes too. Jason doesn't think he will ever stop. So intense are the waves crashing over him; Jason is inundated with emotion. Involuntarily he buckles and collapses on top of her when there is no more left to give.
She loves it; to feel his weight, to be alive, to wake up from the nightmare of the last seven years- now- together. Jason struggles to get his breath back. He manages to roll to the side while staying wrapped up in his Elizabeth.
Still panting he tries to speak. The words are stuck. Jason realizes they haven't said anything to each other yet. What can he say? There is so much to tell but only one thing that matters.
Jason's mouth starts to form them words. He lets air out to make the sounds, "I never stopped…"
Elizabeth's soft digit crosses his lips. His wife hushes him. She snuggles into his chest to absorb his warmth, smell the salt of his sweat and she closes her eyes.
"Thank You"
Led Zeppelin
(choppergirl)
If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you
When mountains crumble to the sea, there would still be you and me
Kind woman I give you my all. Kind woman...nothing more.
Little drops of rain, whisper of the pain
Tears of love lost in the days gone by
My love is strong, with you there is no wrong
Together we shall go until we die
An inspiration is what you are to me
inspiration look...see
And so today my world it smiles
With your hand in mine, we walk the miles
Thanks to you it will be done. For you to me are the only one
Happiness no longer sad...Happiness, I'm glad
If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you
When mountains crumble to the sea, there would still be you and me