There were moments of gold

And there were flashes of light

There were things I'd never do again

But then they'd always seemed right

There were nights of endless pleasure

It was more than any laws allow.

"It's All Coming Back to Me" by Celine Dion

"Love doesn't place limitations like that," Paul answered quietly. "And I don't believe for a second that what we shared is over. I think you're scared to admit that I am right." I sighed.

"I wanted more for you Paul," I finally was able to say. "I wanted you to find the right kind of girl to love. I can't give you what you want or need. I just don't know how anymore." He turned and tenderly cupped my face in his two large hands. He was looking better, healthier than when I had first come back. He was almost back to himself.

"Once I let you love me enough for the both of us," he said firmly. "I messed that up. But even when I thought you were dead I couldn't stop loving you. I sure as hell won't stop now." Then his lips covered mine in a rough, demanding kiss that stole the air from my lungs. I had forgotten, or maybe blacked out, the way Paul's kisses could make me feel. It was like pure heat, in its most scorching form, turned the blood in my veins to fire. He had never been gentle, I wasn't sure it was entirely in him, and his kiss spoke of passion and yearnings.

One of his hands dropped to my waist, urging me closer. I couldn't resist, didn't want to resist and soon we were pressed together impossibly closely. I let my hands explore the flesh I used to know by heart, charting the changes and blaming myself for each rib that still protruded ever so slightly through his skin. Our lips parted and I gasped for air. His lips weren't still. They were memorizing the curve of my neck, my pulse point, my collarbone before returning to my own lips. When his tongue coaxed his way into my mouth every nerve in my body lit up like a live wire, popping and crackling with electricity.

"Come home with me," he whispered against my lips.

"I'm not ready to make a decision," I said breathlessly. Careful fingers wove their way into my hair.

"Come home with me tonight," he amended. "It's okay to let yourself feel alive." I couldn't think and in that moment I didn't want to. I didn't want to hurt Paul, and let's face it, myself either. But my severely neglected body was crying out for his touch.

"Okay," I murmured. "But let's cut through the woods. I don't need anyone seeing and judging me more than they do already." He released me but reached for my hand, which I slipped into his much larger palm.

"There's a way to get to my house about a mile down the beach," he said. "No one really takes it though because it is so overgrown." Fifteen minutes later he was inserting the key into his lock and guiding me into his house. He shifted nervously from one foot to another as I looked around. It was simple, as with most reservation houses, but seemed clean and well lived in.

"Nice curtains," I joked. The curtains were floral and framed the kitchen window. He shrugged.

"My mom decorated," he said. "Can I get you anything to drink? Like I have…well water and beer."

"A beer sounds good," I said sitting in a cushiony living room chair. He returned only moments later with a cold beer and handed it to me. I took a nervous sip and watched him do the same. He laughed nervously.

"This is ridiculous," he said. "We've done this before. Many times. With each other even."

"So why are we so nervous?" I asked. He put down his beer and ran a thumb over my cheekbone.

"I'll go first," he said. "I'm nervous because I haven't touched a woman in years. Now you go." I took another sip of beer.

"I'm nervous because it's been so long," I admitted. A smile small touched his lips. He held out his hand.

"My bedroom is this way," he said. I slid my hand back into his, sliding the rest of my beer onto a side table. His bedroom was by far the most luxurious room of his house. A king sized bed with a huge, squashy comforter took up most of the room. He closed the door with a quiet click and turned on the small lamp on his nightstand. Muted light filled the room. He turned without a word and bent his lips to mine again.

The fire that had been momentarily cooled by the walk roared to life again. My body wasn't afraid. It arched into Paul's, fitting every curve of my body into his lean frame. His teeth grazed my bottom lip daringly as his hands grasped my ass firmly, pulling me yet closer. Hot fingers pulled my shirt over my head, separating our lips only momentarily. Strong thumbs instantly found hard nipples and rubbed. My whole being seemed to erupt.

My body certainly hadn't forgotten, I mused. Our hands clashed several times as we undressed one another. Clothes were flung into unknown areas of the room. My hand gripped his cock firmly and his answering low moan only furthered my confidence. This is something Paul and I were good at. That chemistry had been there from day one. We were bad, so bad, at timing. But this, we excelled at this. Hot hands and lips worshipped every inch of my skin until I could swear they became a part of me.

Then he was gently guiding me to the bed, following me as I fell back to the pillows. The crinkle of foil startled me and I opened my eyes to watch Paul roll a condom onto his length with slightly shaking hands, his lower lip caught between his teeth in concentration. Then his body covered mine once more and he pressed into me. There was an aching pain that made me gasp and made Paul pause.

"Are you okay?" He said from between gritted teeth. I nodded.

"It's just been a long time," I said making every effort to relax. Once I did the pain gave way to pleasurable pressure that made me arch into Paul. His head fell to my neck as his hips moved. To say our encounter was embarrassingly short would be an understatement. His hips moved to adjust slightly, the base of his cock grinding into my clit hard. I screamed into surprise as orgasm flashed through my body, my fingers sinking into his back and my entire body going rigid. Sharp teeth sank into my neck and Paul's climax followed mine by only seconds. Tears of relief, joy, anger, hatred, love, and every other emotion flooded my face. He tenderly kissed them away before settling beside me. He placed a finger over my lips when I tried to speak.

"Not now," he said. "Let's get some sleep. We can talk in the morning."