Summary: In tarot The Fool is the start of a new path. This is a continuation of the The Hanged Man (sort of).
The Fool
"You Fool!"
The sweetness of feminine breath in his ear nudges something buried deep within him that has been slumbering for decades.
To want, to hunger, to ache; these he understood, but to feel...
The stranglehold of memories that disease and disturb slips, just a little and it is enough. Like a lion after a long nap, the beast stirs and stretches, lifting its head to test the wind of sweet promises of a new path he never thought would be his.
"I know," he whispers against the skin of her throat between kisses that make her tremble. "I never..."
Instead of finishing his thought, he scrapes teeth along skin in soft nips, soothing gentle bites of love with his hot, wet tongue, savoring the taste of her. There are no words to describe the depth and breadth of his gratitude, only the eloquence of flesh will do.
And he does...
In characters his soul invents, he forms words to thank her in long, drawn out pornographic letters of love and devotion he writes on her skin. Falling into her, again and again, his fierce focus is on finding that moment when her head falls back, her eyes roll away and she loses herself in the fiery bliss that only he can bring her.