La Promesse (The Promise)

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opyright
© 2016 by Xio Axelrod LLC

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Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

L
a Promesse (The Promise
) / Xio Nin

P
arts
of this story were originally published in
Oysters and Chocolate
, a lovely erotica e-zine that folded far too soon.

The story here is simple: two people turn a chance meeting into a long-distance friendship that blooms into a fiery passion. Having now had a taste, they crave much more.

Grab a glass of wine.

Light a candle, find some soft music, sit back.

Enjoy.

~X

M
y lips are swollen
and tender. There hasn’t been more than an inch between us since your arrival but, still, I kiss you. My need for you startles me. I could subsist on nothing but your mouth on mine.

We’ve fallen onto the bed in a tangle of lips and limbs, too anxious to even remove our clothing. God, how my hands shook when I tried to open the buttons of your shirt. I still hear a tremor in your shallow breaths.

The moonlight pouring in from the window casts cerulean shadows over everything, rendering it dreamlike. It’s too dark to see anything but your silhouette against the crumpled duvet, but I feel your gaze on me like a caress.

I must be dreaming to be here with you like this.

A year after our chance meeting in a crowded Parisian bar, we’re here in my city. Philadelphia. A world away from yours, our two worlds collide. A year of email, instant-messaging, and video chat has brought us to this moment.

You.

Here.

In the flesh.

The possessive brush of your hands over my bare arms sends me spinning.

“I can’t believe it either, darling.”

We’re whispering, but I don't know why. We’re alone and not likely to disturb anyone should we let out what we're both holding in. The passion of new lovers. It’s a long-anticipated reunion of kindred spirits and we're both smiling like school kids.

I knew it would be like this, somehow. We are opposites, physically - you with your tanned skin and midnight eyes. Your knowing smile and rough, but tender hands.

You with your adventurous spirit and boundless curiosity. You’ve walked this earth a bit longer than I and, somehow, I find safety in that. I like our contrasts. My tawny complexion against your honeyed tones, my innocence next to your experience. You could teach me so much, and I want to learn it from your lips.

"So soft."

The tiny hairs on my arm move with the breath of your words. A shiver starts at the base of my neck and travels down my spine. Tracing the dripping neckline of my dress, your fingertips follow as if giving chase. You should know you'll always win.

We resume our kisses between smiles. You make me feel desirable, and not just because you breathe “I want you” so often that my blush is permanent.

The breeze from the window caresses my back. You pull me closer, and I forget what air is. There’s an urgency that creeps into our contact. Hunger takes over, replacing the initial nerves. You’re changing right before me. I can't see your eyes but I feel them burning into me. I hear the low growl in your throat as you bend your lips to mine, depositing searing kisses that leave me breathless. My God, how I want you.

"Want you, princess."

Our clothing finally falls away and I can't touch you enough. Your skin is velvet under my hands, warm and alive. Your body hard, as a man's body should be. Sinewy and enticing. Strong and supple. You’re a fantasy.

I want to taste you, so I lean in and lap at one flat nipple. It hardens against my tongue. You groan low and it is music to my ears.

You cup my breasts in your hands, and suddenly it is my turn to show my appreciation. Your fingers are deft and I spill into them eagerly. You try to turn me, to lay me down, but I resist. I have other things in mind.

To show you my intent, I drop my hand to your waist and take you into my careful custody.

Hard like steel. Harder.

Covered in the finest silk.

You’re so sensitive. You inhale sharply at the first contact and sit on the edge of the bed, unable to stand. I smile against your thigh, loving your loss of control, and drop to my knees on the carpet before you. I can't wait any longer, and you've given up on any protests. You’re as eager for this as I am. And nothing could keep me from having you finally.

"Mon Dieu..."

Yes, call him. I envelop you and we're both in heaven. The sounds you make only fuel my desire to take you to the edge and bring you back over and over. But this isn't going to last long. I’m too ravenous for you, darling. Too engrossed in finally having what I’ve so longed for.

I worship you with my lips and my tongue. My throat welcomes you. I swallow around you. Your legs shake, my pulse races. My breathing is erratic, matching yours. I know you're close and we've barely begun.

"
Oui, suce-le
.” You command and I suck harder, so hungry for you. “My God..."

Yours. Mine. Every god in every heaven. You call them all as your orgasm rips through you. You grab my shoulders, my hair. The pristinely made bed. We’re primal, caught in a moment of pure lust. You pour yourself out to me and it lasts forever yet not long enough.

I try to imagine what you must look like right now. Are your eyes wide? Closed tightly? I want to see, but I am too occupied with the feel of you on my tongue to move. I taste your heartbeat as it slows.

Finally, you collapse back onto the bed, laughing. I climb up beside you and marvel at the look of pure contentment on your face. I pepper your chest with kisses as you wrap your arms around me. You trail a finger down my spine and I squirm. You don't know that it is the strongest erogenous zone on my body, but you'll soon learn. You’re an eager student and I am all too happy to tutor you in my pleasure.

You kiss my face, my lips, and smile into my eyes.

"Your turn."

Y
ou move away
from my side and the cool air that replaces you is a shock to my system. Never have I known anyone to burn so hotly. Nor have I ever been so aflame. As if it is a manifestation of my thoughts, a candle flickers to life under your steady hand. And then another, and another, until the room is filled with a ginger light.

I lose my senses, staring at you. Goddamn, but you're beautiful. Especially when you look at me like that.

You stand next to the bed and glide your hands over my fevered flesh, smoothing my limbs out around me like you’re molding soft clay. I am ready for you to bend me to your will. You smile. Can you read my mind?

"You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever known."

I can feel the blush travel from my face down to my toes. You follow its progress with your eyes, but it runs ahead of you as you zero in on an area of interest. The look on your face is primal as you slide your body next to mine again. All I can do is watch and remember to breathe.

"I want to taste you."

My heart stops for just a moment as those words flutter through my mind like the butterflies in my stomach. You make me feel like a virginal bride. I know that you will be the first to make me a woman, where all along I’ve been a fumbling little girl. All my lovers little boys, compared to you.

My man, but not truly.

For the moment mine.

Your fingers continue to slide along my skin, leaving trails of feverish anticipation. When your lips kiss the swell of my belly, I jump. I feel your laughter against my flesh. Your hands are nimble, and I barely notice your weight shifting downward. Before I know it, my legs have fallen open like petals for you. In my mind I chant
he loves me, he loves me not
as they peel apart.

The reverence with which you adorn my body with kisses is breathtaking, like you. Like everything that is happening between us. Like this moment, when I share my innermost secret. The fabric of my being laid out before you. Only for you.

Silky lips cruise up and down my thighs. I am undone. I don't know where to look - the ceiling, the pillow next to my head. I'm clutching the sheet as if to anchor myself, determined not to float into a dream. Covertly, I dig my nails into the palm of my hand as you anoint me with your tongue. My God...my God.

"
Délicieux.
I'm in heaven."

You whisper against the moist juncture between my legs, nuzzling the soft down that barely covers my mons. Unable to help myself I look down and catch you smiling up at me. It is then that my heart breaks. Nothing could possibly be this beautiful, not without a terrible price. I am filled with a profound sadness. Sensing the change in my mood, the tension in my muscles, you rest your head on my sex.

"Don't think,
ma cherie
. Just feel me here with you now."

I exhale a shaky breath and relax the muscles in my thighs as you knead them. Not wasting another moment, you gently press kisses to my outer lips. Your tongue brushes delicately across my sensitive bundle of nerves. The flame is rekindled, all melancholy thoughts shoved aside unceremoniously. I need this. I need you.

You lap at my center, growing more and more ravenous. Your appetite only matched by my desire to give myself to you, to release and release until there is nothing left of me.

Devour me. Consume me. Make me yours.

Your body hears my prayer and you do not hesitate to answer.

"
Mon Dieu, tu es incroyable
."

No, you’re the incredible one and I am lost in you. Lost to you. Your tongue unravels me bit by bit and I don't care. All that matters is reaching the destination. I'm running and you are chasing me. We both want the same end. Your arms hook under my hips and you splay your hands across my stomach. Your face is buried between my legs and you've never looked more amazing. This is passion as it will be defined for the rest of my life.

Suddenly, I am outside of myself looking down. I see the muscles of your back moving with the current of a small stream, flowing into me through your mouth. My fingers play in your hair, cup my breast, feed my arousal. My world fills with wonder as colors begin to explode behind my eyes.

Orange and red.
Yellow, purple, blue.

Finally black, as I squeeze them shut.

My mouth opens, my voice calls your name. I feel my soul travel from me into you, searching for the truth of this moment. It returns satisfied in knowing.

Tumbling from the edge of this cliff, I wonder how long I will fall. How deep this chasm goes.

Soothing strokes with your tongue float me gently back into reality. You're moaning as if you have just seen the stars that I have seen and I am unable to move, except to caress your hair. I feel, rather than see you rising above me. You slide in gently, a look of incredulity on your face. Your hand slips into mine and our fingers intertwine.

"So lovely."

Yes, you are. And perfect in a way that only a collection of endearing imperfections could be. You are the man I feared only existed a fairy tale. You move within me and move me. You fill me and I am fulfilled. But I am not the only one so stirred.

Your head drops to my shoulder and I feel you begin to tremble. You're mumbling but I cannot make out your words. I slide my leg up to your hip and the moan you reward me with makes me wish I had a way to record it, lock it in my head. I want to hear that sound every day and forever.

Deeper and deeper you invade my depths, meeting no resistance. Your chest lowers to mine and we are moving as one. We’re one flesh. No space between where I end and you begin and I’ve no real desire to ever find it again. I pull you closer, meet your every thrust. I squeeze you within and embrace you without.

Soon our chorus is also in unison and you lift your head to meet my eyes. I see myself reflected in them and I am beautiful. I am glorious. And you see yourself revealed in mine and you smile. When we kiss, the world falls away and we fall with it. Over and over, endlessly falling.

Sweet surrender.