Meghan leaned towards me and kissed me again. She pulled away and looked into my eyes as she moved to straddle my lap.
My breathing hitched.
My hands moved to her waist and one slide up, behind her neck and pulled her to me again. Her fingers dug into my back as I pulled the collar of her dress aside to kiss her shoulder. Her dress was thin and filmy as spider-silk. The neck line was cut into a graceful swoop but still it was not enough.
Without thinking, I laid her against the pallet and moved on top of her. One of her legs wrapped around me and pulled back and said, "I love you." It was from my heart and i meant it, it wasn't meaningless words because she, was what i wanted. What i desired, who i desired. I would do anything for and with this, no, my girl, woman, lover.
"I love you too," she said this with honesty, her voice was clear, not a hint of uncertainty. With a smile on her lips sought mine.
She pulled my shirt off and I took our boots off. With many blankets covering us I finally pulled her dress off. Her body was perfect and beautiful. Her pale ivory skin was smooth and warm.
When we laid there without clothes I looked at her. Meghan was full of passion and a bit afraid, I knew what that meant.
"Tell me when to stop," I told her.
She nodded and I kissed her. When I finally entered her, she dug her nails in my back and bit her lips. I breathed slowly and moved just as slowly, not wanting to hurt her more.
"Ash," she breathed. That was all I needed to continue.
She fell asleep in my arms later as I placed light kisses on her face and hair. I laid there thinking, for this, my, girl I would defy my family and leave NeverNever to be happy with her.
For the first time in a long time, I did not dream of Ariella dying, instead I dreamed of a boy with black hair and blue eyes. He was laughing, so innocent, i wished he was mine. Then i wondered why he looked so familiar. Then for the rest of the night i did not dream of him, but of the question of who he was.