WARNING: T-rated chapter.
CHAPTER 11
Enos answered Daisy's kiss.
His lips on hers, Daisy felt her heartbeat becoming faster and faster, for surprise, first, and then for excitement.
His kiss deepened more and more, an active kiss instead of his usual passiveness.
When he parted from her, they were panting.
Her trembling hands reached his shirt, sliding on it and unbuttoning its first button.
"Daisy," he whispered in the darkness, "Daisy… are you sure you want things go…"
Her left hand on the second button of his shirt, she gently rested her right forefinger on his lips, "Shhh." A thunder outside the window reinforced her request, and her hands kept on unbuttoning his shirt, button after button.
His hands mirrored hers, unbuttoning her shirt: his answer to her silent answer.
When his shirt was finally open, her hands slid on his bare chest, from his shoulders down to his belly and then up to his shoulders again, and from his shoulders down along his arms, removing his shirt.
She could feel his muscles tensing, those muscles usually hidden under his shirts or t-shirts, muscles she could just glimpse at, muscles perfectly carved and built: muscles that usually amazed her because of their perfection and strength, a strength amazing her even more because of Enos' kind and peaceful nature. Those muscles could be a show of strength, roughness and also boast whereas Enos was the most shy and kind man ever known: sort of chimera composed of muscular and blatant body plus sweet and secretive soul, strange and amazing union.
She gently took his face in her hands, kissing his forehead, his trembling eyelids and finally his lips while he unbuttoned her shirt.
She lusted his body and she loved his soul.
Driven by lust, she wrapped her arms around his chest, her nails scratching his back between his shoulder blades while she kissed his neck, her chest pressed against his one, skin against skin.
Complying with her moves, he lay down.
She sat astride his lap, her legs tightly clasped on both sides of his waist and her hands sliding on his bare skin as his breath became quicker and quicker, deeper and deeper.
When his hands slid from her thighs up to her waist, she bent forward, letting his hands sliding along her spine and reaching her bra.
Sitting astride him and bent forward, she kissed his chest's skin, inch after inch, while his hands freed her from her bra and then reached her nape.
The window quivered because of the wind, and Daisy shivered because of the wind and because of Enos' hands moving up and down along her spine.
He wrapped his arms around her chest to stop her trembling.
"Daisy…" a whisper.
In the darkness, she heard her name and the blanket' soft rustling as Enos pulled it down with his left arm, his right arm still wrapped around her chest, protecting her from the wind filtering through the window's frame.
Following his silent offer, she slipped under the blanket, waiting for him.
She received him in her arms and the blanket covered them.
She could feel his desire in his moves, in every kiss and every touch, lustful but sweet, passionate but respectful: he was exploring her body with his hands and lips, carefully, and Daisy wondered how many times he dreamt of it.
His body on her, she arched her back, she clung on him and she drew him to her, then everything became frantic: their breath became quicker and quicker, their hands fought with the buttons of their jeans (his hands on hers, and her hands on his), their skin burned under their touch and kisses.
They knew each other through their hands and lips, inch after inch, in the darkness.
The world around them started to whirlpool as if they were on a roller coaster while the storm raged outside the window, but they couldn't hear it anymore.
When the light woke her up, Daisy glanced at the clock: 3 A.M.
The storm and the black out were over, and the chandelier was finally lighting the room, dispelling the previous darkness.
Enos moved in her arms, moaning and burying his face against her chest.
She smiled, she stretched out her arm and she turned off the light, then she clasped him in her loving arms.
4 A.M.
Daisy slowly opened her eyes and glanced at the clock.
It was dark, but she could feel his eyes on her: cuddled on his left side while she was cuddled on her right side, face to face, he was looking at her.
"Enos… are you awake?"
"Yeah," he whispered to her whispered question, "I was looking at you sleeping."
"Oh sugar, I'm so… ruffled, now. And it's dark."
"My eyes got slowly used to darkness, and you're beautiful… as usual."
She smiled at his shy and gentle tone. Their relationship was totally changed, but he was Enos, her shy and gentle Enos: he knew her body, now, but he looked at her still like if she was an unreachable goddess. How many flirts in her life? How many men looking at her with lust? She gave herself just to few of them, and she realized that, after knowing her, after having her, their attitude changed: their prey was finally caught and there was no need to long for her anymore the way they longed for when they met her for the first time, no need to tickle her vanity anymore; from queen to maidservant. She confused their lust and marauding attitude (male attitude) with love, poor her.
Enos was a man, his body told it to her, definitively, but he didn't think of her as a prey: perfect and amazing union of lust and love.
"Oh Enos, you're so kind. You're… special."
He came closer her, burying his face against her chest and hugging her, "Hug me, please."
His soft but clear request surprised her, and his voice echoed in her mind: "I don't rely on anybody's else but me 'cause I know I'm fragile. I'm aware of how fragile I am, and I know that if I rely on someone else I'd be lost."
And she understood. She finally caught the sense of his words.
"Enos… when you said you're fragile… yesterday… what did you mean?" She held her breath waiting for his answer.
"I've spent my life showing myself, and people, I was able to stand alone," he cuddled against her, "despite my desire to rely on someone. Daisy, if I had relied on you, if I had showed you how much I need your love… If I had tried, just for a moment, your love… I wouldn't have been able to go back to my loneliness any more, after your leaving. If I had leant on you, just for a moment, relaxing, and if you had moved away from me, I would have fallen down, not being able to stand up anymore. I couldn't relax… and rest… without risking to fall down."
She was right, his words were a perfect explanation of it.
"So, you couldn't rely on me until you were sure of my love. It's why you ran away from me when I came closer you: you were scared I could abandon you after showing you a brief moment of love, so destroying your habit of loneliness. If I had left you after your hanging on me, you would have fallen down. You couldn't love me the way you wanted to 'cause you needed my love so desperately: everything or nothing, a total and sure love or nothing at all. It's what you're trying to say, isn't it?"
He simply nodded against her chest, whispering, "When you've starved for so long, you can't be content of a bite. There's more desperation after that single bite than keeping on starving. I knew I couldn't be content of a bite, 'cause I'm hungry of love… fragile, as I said… so I kept on starving."
She had a deep sigh and she clasped him in her arms: she spent her life thinking that Enos was just a shy and clumsy guy, totally misunderstanding his being so loving but offish, totally misunderstanding his shyness, thinking of it as a sign of weakness and inability to love her (sort of childish love) instead of a sign of strength and extreme need and ability to love her.
"I'm so sorry, Enos. I've been so… selfish, and immature, with you."
He shook his head, "Don't be so strict to you, Daisy. I've always loved you because of your strength and sweetness. I've never thought of you as selfish and immature," he rolled on his back, parting from her hug, "and I'm happy you think of me as someone special. But… you know… it's a bit embarrassing… I mean… talking 'bout my weakness this way," he yawned.
Resting on her right elbow, she looked at his figure, trying to see his features in the darkness. Even if their relationship was changed and he was finally relying on her, his pride was still there, between them, and he was trying to run away from that confession.
"Do you want to sleep, honey?" She rested her left hand on his belly, her forefinger tracing imaginary circles around his bellybutton, her way to help him to relax after a talk he wasn't comfortable with.
"Ding dang, Daisy! If you touch me this way, I can't sleep!" his tone both amused and shy.
"You know, Enos…," her forefinger traced a line from his bellybutton to his right nipple and then to his left one, "I confess I don't want you to sleep."
"Oh my…" he moaned, arching his back when her tongue tickled his nipple.
"You won't go back to your loneliness, Enos. I won't leave you, and you won't fall down," she wrapped her arms around him and her kisses moved from his left nipple up to his shoulder, neck and finally lips.
He answered her kiss.
The sunlight woke her up, a sparkling sun, as usually happens after a storm.
Daisy sat up and stirred, yawning, the sun sparkling on her milky and smooth skin.
She looked at Enos who was still sleeping by her side; she smiled and she gently pulled the blanket down: she wanted to see his body, she wanted to see the body she knew just by touch.
Her cheeks were burning and her hand was trembling, Psyche seeing Cupid for the first time.
Her eyes sated, she covered him with the blanket and she got up, walking to the bathroom.
Closing the door behind her, she laughed amused and embarrassed: his body was covered of red signs, the hives.