More of the story--finally!!!
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Ever since that night, things have been different between us. The closeness we shared in the early days us back--funny, I’d never realised how much I missed it. I’ve been feeling more creative--more productive and we’ve actually recorded a few new songs for the new album. We’re even considering doing a small summer tour. All in all, things are going rather well and I should be enjoying this period of happiness. Why, then, do I still feel that something is missing in my life?
I hear Simon’s voice in the background. He’s arguing the merits of his newest racing bike with one of the techs that float around the studio. He sounds so excited--so vibrant, that at this very moment, I envy him. Perhaps I’ll tell him that--on second thought, I probably won’t. I catch his eye and smile and he grins back. I see that little sparkle that reminds me of that experience we shared in the alley weeks ago. I still don’t know why he did it, or why I let him. I do know that in that one brief moment when my pleasure was upon me, I felt whole again.
He’s finished his conversation and has come up beside me. He leans in and puts his hand on my shoulder. I close my eyes and sigh. I feel fragile in his presence--naked and unsure. I wonder if he senses the confusion that occurs every time he comes too close. It hasn’t stopped the little gestures of affection he bestows upon me--gestures that I tentatively return before retreating to a safer distance. Each time I do this, he gives me an indulgent smile--almost a look of exaggerated patience--the look a parent gives a wayward child.
“Robin,” he whispers, “I’ve something I want to share with you.” His statement unnerves me and I’m frozen. “Come on,” he prods and leads me out of the room.
“Where are we going?” I ask worriedly.
“Why, don’t you trust me?” he replies silkily. I’m not sure if I should. My wariness increases as we reach his car. “Don’t worry. I promise you’ll like my surprise.”
His surprise turns out to be a moonlit picnic near the lake. I take in the scene with amazement--everything is beautiful. He prepared well--a nice large blanket with a basket full of food, a telescope for viewing the stars, pillows for lounging about. There’s something romantic about this place and I’m flattered. Simon’s not a romantic by nature--at least not from what I’ve heard. I realise that, if I were a woman, this could be his way of trying to seduce me.
“Oh, Si, this is perfect.”
“I’m glad you like it, Robin. I did this for you.” I blush furiously and reach for the basket. He gently slaps my hands away. “Let me,” he says and begins laying the food out. We eat without much discussion, preferring to enjoy the quiet stillness of the night. Once we’re finished eating, we take turns with the telescope before lying back on the pillows to look at the stars. I close my eyes and listen to the gentle hum of the darkness.
I feel a warm hand caressing my face and I open my eyes to see Simon hovering over me. “Simon,” I say, trying to rise.
He places a finger over my lips to silence me and slowly shakes his head. “Just relax, Robin,” he says as he gently holds me down. My eyes are huge and I can’t stop trembling. He’s going to kiss me, again, I think, and, God help me, I want him to. His lips are warm and soft against mine and I rest my hands against his chest. He moves to the side of my neck, to my ear, down the hollow of my throat. Is that me moaning? He’s undoing my collar and planting kisses on the exposed skin. I feel a chill flow through me as he keeps unbuttoning my shirt. “It’s like unwrapping a gift,” he says in awe as he pulls the fabric away and continues kissing my chest. His fingers brush over my nipples and I gasp and shake. “Are we sensitive, Robin,” he teases. “Well, I’m sure you’ll like this then,” he states before licking the hardened nubs. My head’s swirling and I’m aching in ways I don’t quite understand.
“Let’s get these off you, too. They’re in the way.” He removes my jeans, then my boxers and then I’m naked and exposed. I lower my eyes, unable to hide my discomfort. “Robin, look at me.” I shake my head. “Robin, please,” he pleads. Reluctantly, I lift my eyes. He stands up and quickly sheds his clothes. My face must be 8 shades of red by now. I’ve seen him naked a few times over the years, but never like this--in these circumstances. His arousal is quite obvious and I’m suddenly very nervous. He comes toward me and covers me with his body. I can feel his warmth sink into my bones and I’m no longer shaking from the cool air--now I shake for a different reason altogether.
“Oh, Robin,” he breathes, “you’re so beautiful.”
“Am not,” I reply timidly. How can he think that, I wonder. I’ve seen myself in a mirror and I’m no Adonis.
“Oh, but you are,” he assures me. “You’ve such porcelain skin--like alabaster--and your eyes are like the softest cloudy sky. I think you’re just perfect.”
I can think of nothing to say in response--I’m completely gob smacked. I feel the tears begin to flow and I don’t even try to stop them. He smiles at me with those warm brown eyes and I’m completely taken in by them. He reaches down and parts my thighs, gazing at me before our groins meet. We rock together, slowly at first, then gradually increasing our rhythm. We slide wetly against each other and I’m panting as he begins milking me to completion. I yell his name as I come, feeling the same wholeness I felt that night in the alley. I try to catch my breath, but am unable as I feel something cold and slick prodding my entrance.
“Simon, no,” I protest. “I don’t think...”
“Shhh...it’s ok, Robin,” he soothes. “I won’t hurt you, I promise. I just want to worship you. “ No one’s ever said that to me before. “Please let me have you.” I’m a bit scared, but nod my acquiescence. Relief washes over him and he lifts my legs and pushes against me. For a moment, I feel a blinding pain and I realise he’s inside me. “Don’t move yet,” he instructs. I wasn’t planning on it. “Oh, my God, “ he gasps, “you’re so tight. It’s unbelievable.” I am squirming underneath him, trying to reach out for something. I’m not sure exactly what I’m seeking, but I know that there must be more. “Bear down more, Robin,” he grunts. “You’re still too tense. I want this to be good for you, too.” I try to force my muscles to relax and am rewarded by feeling him go in deeper. He’s pounding me into the ground and I can’t decide if I like the feeling. “This [thrust] feels [thrust] so good...” I feel the sweat dripping off him and I look up to see his face mottled and his eyes squeezed shut. His mouth is open and his head’s thrown back. He is gorgeous in his passion. I feel a sense of pride and wonder if this is what it’s like for a woman--to feel accomplishment at knowing that she is the cause of her partner’s pleasure. We move together in a matching rhythm, panting and moaning and I finally feel it. “Si...fuck...” I can’t catch my breath and I’m writhing and trembling. “Siimmmon!” I yell as I feel myself explode and bathe us both in sticky wetness. He goes rigid and echoes my shout as he comes and then collapses on top of me. The night is silent except for the harsh rasps of our breathing ringing out into the darkness.
He rolls off me and we snuggle together. He breaks the quiet with a whisper. “You’re so beautiful and so fragile.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Does it make you uncomfortable?”
“I don’t know,” I feel so exposed by his words. “I guess so. It’s almost like you see through me.”
“No, Robin. I *see you*--not through you. I see *you*. You’re like a delicate flower that tries to be a cactus. You don’t have to hide your fragile beauty from me. I’ll never hurt you.” I look up at him in wide eyed wonderment. He looks at me so tenderly, I just want to melt into him. He gently caresses my face and whispers, “Let me take care of you. Let me adore you.” I’m crying again and he wipes the tears away with his thumb. “Please, Robin--let me love you--please let me love you.” I close my eyes once again, and bury my face against him. He presses loving kisses in my hair and it is in this one moment that I know my life has changed forever.
Ever since that night, things have been different between us. The closeness we shared in the early days us back--funny, I’d never realised how much I missed it. I’ve been feeling more creative--more productive and we’ve actually recorded a few new songs for the new album. We’re even considering doing a small summer tour. All in all, things are going rather well and I should be enjoying this period of happiness. Why, then, do I still feel that something is missing in my life?
I hear Simon’s voice in the background. He’s arguing the merits of his newest racing bike with one of the techs that float around the studio. He sounds so excited--so vibrant, that at this very moment, I envy him. Perhaps I’ll tell him that--on second thought, I probably won’t. I catch his eye and smile and he grins back. I see that little sparkle that reminds me of that experience we shared in the alley weeks ago. I still don’t know why he did it, or why I let him. I do know that in that one brief moment when my pleasure was upon me, I felt whole again.
He’s finished his conversation and has come up beside me. He leans in and puts his hand on my shoulder. I close my eyes and sigh. I feel fragile in his presence--naked and unsure. I wonder if he senses the confusion that occurs every time he comes too close. It hasn’t stopped the little gestures of affection he bestows upon me--gestures that I tentatively return before retreating to a safer distance. Each time I do this, he gives me an indulgent smile--almost a look of exaggerated patience--the look a parent gives a wayward child.
“Robin,” he whispers, “I’ve something I want to share with you.” His statement unnerves me and I’m frozen. “Come on,” he prods and leads me out of the room.
“Where are we going?” I ask worriedly.
“Why, don’t you trust me?” he replies silkily. I’m not sure if I should. My wariness increases as we reach his car. “Don’t worry. I promise you’ll like my surprise.”
His surprise turns out to be a moonlit picnic near the lake. I take in the scene with amazement--everything is beautiful. He prepared well--a nice large blanket with a basket full of food, a telescope for viewing the stars, pillows for lounging about. There’s something romantic about this place and I’m flattered. Simon’s not a romantic by nature--at least not from what I’ve heard. I realise that, if I were a woman, this could be his way of trying to seduce me.
“Oh, Si, this is perfect.”
“I’m glad you like it, Robin. I did this for you.” I blush furiously and reach for the basket. He gently slaps my hands away. “Let me,” he says and begins laying the food out. We eat without much discussion, preferring to enjoy the quiet stillness of the night. Once we’re finished eating, we take turns with the telescope before lying back on the pillows to look at the stars. I close my eyes and listen to the gentle hum of the darkness.
I feel a warm hand caressing my face and I open my eyes to see Simon hovering over me. “Simon,” I say, trying to rise.
He places a finger over my lips to silence me and slowly shakes his head. “Just relax, Robin,” he says as he gently holds me down. My eyes are huge and I can’t stop trembling. He’s going to kiss me, again, I think, and, God help me, I want him to. His lips are warm and soft against mine and I rest my hands against his chest. He moves to the side of my neck, to my ear, down the hollow of my throat. Is that me moaning? He’s undoing my collar and planting kisses on the exposed skin. I feel a chill flow through me as he keeps unbuttoning my shirt. “It’s like unwrapping a gift,” he says in awe as he pulls the fabric away and continues kissing my chest. His fingers brush over my nipples and I gasp and shake. “Are we sensitive, Robin,” he teases. “Well, I’m sure you’ll like this then,” he states before licking the hardened nubs. My head’s swirling and I’m aching in ways I don’t quite understand.
“Let’s get these off you, too. They’re in the way.” He removes my jeans, then my boxers and then I’m naked and exposed. I lower my eyes, unable to hide my discomfort. “Robin, look at me.” I shake my head. “Robin, please,” he pleads. Reluctantly, I lift my eyes. He stands up and quickly sheds his clothes. My face must be 8 shades of red by now. I’ve seen him naked a few times over the years, but never like this--in these circumstances. His arousal is quite obvious and I’m suddenly very nervous. He comes toward me and covers me with his body. I can feel his warmth sink into my bones and I’m no longer shaking from the cool air--now I shake for a different reason altogether.
“Oh, Robin,” he breathes, “you’re so beautiful.”
“Am not,” I reply timidly. How can he think that, I wonder. I’ve seen myself in a mirror and I’m no Adonis.
“Oh, but you are,” he assures me. “You’ve such porcelain skin--like alabaster--and your eyes are like the softest cloudy sky. I think you’re just perfect.”
I can think of nothing to say in response--I’m completely gob smacked. I feel the tears begin to flow and I don’t even try to stop them. He smiles at me with those warm brown eyes and I’m completely taken in by them. He reaches down and parts my thighs, gazing at me before our groins meet. We rock together, slowly at first, then gradually increasing our rhythm. We slide wetly against each other and I’m panting as he begins milking me to completion. I yell his name as I come, feeling the same wholeness I felt that night in the alley. I try to catch my breath, but am unable as I feel something cold and slick prodding my entrance.
“Simon, no,” I protest. “I don’t think...”
“Shhh...it’s ok, Robin,” he soothes. “I won’t hurt you, I promise. I just want to worship you. “ No one’s ever said that to me before. “Please let me have you.” I’m a bit scared, but nod my acquiescence. Relief washes over him and he lifts my legs and pushes against me. For a moment, I feel a blinding pain and I realise he’s inside me. “Don’t move yet,” he instructs. I wasn’t planning on it. “Oh, my God, “ he gasps, “you’re so tight. It’s unbelievable.” I am squirming underneath him, trying to reach out for something. I’m not sure exactly what I’m seeking, but I know that there must be more. “Bear down more, Robin,” he grunts. “You’re still too tense. I want this to be good for you, too.” I try to force my muscles to relax and am rewarded by feeling him go in deeper. He’s pounding me into the ground and I can’t decide if I like the feeling. “This [thrust] feels [thrust] so good...” I feel the sweat dripping off him and I look up to see his face mottled and his eyes squeezed shut. His mouth is open and his head’s thrown back. He is gorgeous in his passion. I feel a sense of pride and wonder if this is what it’s like for a woman--to feel accomplishment at knowing that she is the cause of her partner’s pleasure. We move together in a matching rhythm, panting and moaning and I finally feel it. “Si...fuck...” I can’t catch my breath and I’m writhing and trembling. “Siimmmon!” I yell as I feel myself explode and bathe us both in sticky wetness. He goes rigid and echoes my shout as he comes and then collapses on top of me. The night is silent except for the harsh rasps of our breathing ringing out into the darkness.
He rolls off me and we snuggle together. He breaks the quiet with a whisper. “You’re so beautiful and so fragile.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Does it make you uncomfortable?”
“I don’t know,” I feel so exposed by his words. “I guess so. It’s almost like you see through me.”
“No, Robin. I *see you*--not through you. I see *you*. You’re like a delicate flower that tries to be a cactus. You don’t have to hide your fragile beauty from me. I’ll never hurt you.” I look up at him in wide eyed wonderment. He looks at me so tenderly, I just want to melt into him. He gently caresses my face and whispers, “Let me take care of you. Let me adore you.” I’m crying again and he wipes the tears away with his thumb. “Please, Robin--let me love you--please let me love you.” I close my eyes once again, and bury my face against him. He presses loving kisses in my hair and it is in this one moment that I know my life has changed forever.