AZOTUSLAND Chapter Seventy-Five
Rachel surprised him 20 minutes later in Silo 3. He was laying back on his air mattress with a perfectly gorgeous bed next to him that had never been slept in.
She went and lounged back on it and said. "You could have kissed me."
Jim looked to the left as if to see God or an angel might be watching and said anyway, "You're witnessing this right?"
He got up and came over to the bed. Then he went and turned down the lights and shut and locked the door. The only light at first was from the long watered trench and it's small submerged lights. Jim went and lighted candles around the room and hit the new gas fireplace and laid some wood on its heating harness.
It burned bright and red.
Rachel undid her dark red blouse and slipped her skirt down and off. Jim thought about getting a glass of wine for them both then thought better of it. He felt an ache and it reverberated through him. The fireplace warmed the room and he decided.
So he stripped down naked without a word and swept up next to her and brushed her hair away from her face and kissed her so very softly. She moaned with just a simple touch. Then he moved to her neck and jawline and finally her left ear and she started to pant lightly and moan more hard. He stretched his long arm down and ran his smallest finger under the rim of her panties.
"Yes," she whispered.
There was a playful intricate dance that took place from there, like two great musicians who have always loved the same unique piece of music but had never met or touched. It was joyful and at one point he decided it was time.
She was like a Christmas that had not been opened for many years, and in his own way, Jim was the same. He was overwhelmed by her beauty, but wondered about himself. Still he felt her pull. He wanted to explode inside her as close to her center as was humanly possible. He wanted to be invited in and to be the One.
He knew the elusive was just a picture, but this was the only life he had ever known and what came beyond was just that...unknown. This was tangible...being known and knowing. As he mounted her and thrust inside her for the very first time, she arched her back and she ran her hands down his back and he felt love like warm milk chocolate. As they worked against each other in a raw and rough sweeteness, he wondered for the first time in years if God might actually be good and unmixed and holy and he cried with joy as he came inside of her and within all her soft depths.
She laughed a bit and kissed his ear.
"That was pretty quick."
"Years of pent up desire," he said. "Give me the next two or three hours."
She went and lounged back on it and said. "You could have kissed me."
Jim looked to the left as if to see God or an angel might be watching and said anyway, "You're witnessing this right?"
He got up and came over to the bed. Then he went and turned down the lights and shut and locked the door. The only light at first was from the long watered trench and it's small submerged lights. Jim went and lighted candles around the room and hit the new gas fireplace and laid some wood on its heating harness.
It burned bright and red.
Rachel undid her dark red blouse and slipped her skirt down and off. Jim thought about getting a glass of wine for them both then thought better of it. He felt an ache and it reverberated through him. The fireplace warmed the room and he decided.
So he stripped down naked without a word and swept up next to her and brushed her hair away from her face and kissed her so very softly. She moaned with just a simple touch. Then he moved to her neck and jawline and finally her left ear and she started to pant lightly and moan more hard. He stretched his long arm down and ran his smallest finger under the rim of her panties.
"Yes," she whispered.
There was a playful intricate dance that took place from there, like two great musicians who have always loved the same unique piece of music but had never met or touched. It was joyful and at one point he decided it was time.
She was like a Christmas that had not been opened for many years, and in his own way, Jim was the same. He was overwhelmed by her beauty, but wondered about himself. Still he felt her pull. He wanted to explode inside her as close to her center as was humanly possible. He wanted to be invited in and to be the One.
He knew the elusive was just a picture, but this was the only life he had ever known and what came beyond was just that...unknown. This was tangible...being known and knowing. As he mounted her and thrust inside her for the very first time, she arched her back and she ran her hands down his back and he felt love like warm milk chocolate. As they worked against each other in a raw and rough sweeteness, he wondered for the first time in years if God might actually be good and unmixed and holy and he cried with joy as he came inside of her and within all her soft depths.
She laughed a bit and kissed his ear.
"That was pretty quick."
"Years of pent up desire," he said. "Give me the next two or three hours."
posted by Obi-Mac BakDon | 8:00 AM
3 Comments:
yeah! jim got some!!
but what about all the chapters in between?
delicious.
Whew!
Christmas/awakening/spiritual/uninhibited 'One'
Perhaps for both? Seems to have brought out the bull in Jim 'give me the next two or three hours.'
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