Chapter 16

December 25, 2007

Anemic winter sunlight filters around the edges of the curtains. The air is cool, but underneath the blankets there is an island of warmth. I am curled around Renee; her soft skin pressing against me from the tops of my feet to the middle of my chest. Her hair, a riot of messy curls, tickles my chin. I tighten my arm around her, pulling her tighter, pressing my morning erection against the cleft of her firm buttocks.

"Ummmmmmmmm," a low murmur of contentment escapes her.

I press a kiss to the top of her head. "Morning," I mumble against her hair.

Renee rolls over, smiling at me in the dimness of the room. Her hands are on my chest, her fingers feathering through the hair there. With a purr, she snuggles closer, sliding a slim leg between mine, running a smooth foot over my calf. I am surrounded by warm naked woman. And I am in heaven.

My hands slip over her back, from her shoulders to the sweet curve of her ass. She is so warm and alive, so vibrant. I want her in every way a man can want a woman. I want to talk with her and laugh with her and make love with her until I am no more. She is my life.

She kisses my chest; hot, wet, open kisses that send shivers down my spine. Her nimble fingers tease my nipples and she presses even closer. Her hands are moving now, slipping over my skin, lower and lower until her fingertips brush my erection. The air freezes in my lungs, my body trembling with the need only she can sate.

"Be careful." I tease her and her laugh, low and husky, is a warm puff of air on my skin.

"And if I'm not?" she whispers, tilting her head to look at me.

Renee is smiling and her eyes are twinkling and I take a moment to simply look at her. Slowly, I lean forward and taste her smile, and it tastes like life. Then she is kissing me. And she is making a humming noise in her throat and sliding her breasts against me. Pulling her lips from mine, she nibbles along my jaw and down my neck. In that moment, I am at her mercy.

Suddenly, she pushes against my shoulder, urging me to roll onto my back before she slides on top of me. I watch as she throws her head back, shaking her hair out of her face. I close my eyes for a moment, unable to comprehend the beauty before me. Some people claim that they know God is real because of the trees or the sunsets or the oceans. Not me. I know that God is real because I am fortunate enough to feast my eyes, my lips and hands, upon his greatest treasure.

Slowly, my eyes open and I drink her in. Her skin is alabaster; it shimmers in the soft light. Her slender arms and firm breasts, her flat stomach and silken thighs all combine to convince me that she was molded by the hand of the Almighty just for me, for my pleasure.

"God, Malachi, I need you." She grabs my hands, which have come to rest on her thighs, and brings them to her breasts. "Touch me."

I cup the firm flesh, loving the weight of her in my hands. Gently, reverently, I run my thumbs over her nipples; watching as her eyes slide closed. From the very first time she has responded to me like this. She makes me feel larger than life and I love her all the more for that. Her sex, the wet heat of it, the absolute perfection of it, is pressed against my hardness and I can feel her muscles quiver against me. I want so badly to be inside her, but I don't want to change a thing about this moment. Slowly, she begins to rock her hips, massaging every inch of me.

I feel the moan rising up from my chest, low and primal. "Ahhhhhhhhhh, sweet heart. What are you trying to do to me?"

"What do you want me to do?" Her voice is husky, but the words still tease.

She slides forward and pauses for a moment, teasing the sensitive tip of my penis. My words rumble out. "Whatever you want. Anything you want."

She rises up, hovering above me, and reaches between us. She takes me in her hand and guides me to her entrance. And then she slides down, inch by torturous inch, until I am inside her completely. Our bodies are a perfect fit; a tribute to God's planning. My hands have drifted to her hips and I urge her to move. Soon we are rocking together, her thighs lifting and lowering, while my fingers dig into her flesh.

Faster and faster she moves, rocking her hips in a frenzy of lust. Once again, she brings my hand to her breast, but she is no longer in the mood for gentle or reverent. Instead, I roll her nipples between my fingers, pinching them to hard peaks. I know that she is close and I watch, enthralled, as she pushes her body nearer and nearer to orgasm. Watching her like that, as she rocks there atop my body, I say a prayer of thanks for having her in my life. Finally, I rise up and suck a hard nipple into my mouth. She convulses around me and I explode, pouring my seed deep inside her.

We rest there, arms and legs entwined, until our breathing returns to normal. Silently, Renee slips from the bed and I slowly drift back to sleep.