The Curse of a Gemini - Chapter 8
In order for a story to be rated R/NC-17 then there has to be parts of the story to make it like this. This is one of it. I swear this chapter is pushing the rated X label. lol. After four paragraphs in... you may skip the rest of this chapter if rated NC-17 material offends you. It is M/F so don't worry about it being slash. P.S I didn't edit this chapter. sorry.
Chapter Eight: Take Me Over
July 20, 2004
I soaked in my giant tub for thirty minutes while debating whether or not I should go to the Monet Hotel. A part of me did not want to while another part wanted to go there this instant. I dried off and prepared for the visit. I dressed in my lace underwear, sheer lace bra, stockings, and then I worked on my outerwear. I slid into my black skirt and walked to my closet. I thumbed through all o f my tops before I found a gorgeous maroon blouse. I bought it a year ago, but for some reaons I had never worn it before now. I looked at my reflection in the mirror as I buttoned the last two buttons on the blouse. I pulled my long brown hair into a farely high ponytail. I allowed two pieces to skim over my cheeks and down the sides o f my face.
I admired how my reflection appeared. A vain moment here and there is okay for woman. I applied very light makeup. The natural look was one that I loved. A small amount of a mauve-ish marron on the eyes, and a dark brownish red on the lips. My nails were coated with clear since I had long pretty nails anyway. I put on a pair of earrings, sprayed light perfume, and then dabbed my lips to remove about half of the pigments. I grabbed my black clutch purse, the card from Johnny, and my keys. I then left to go to the Monet.
Once outside, I caught a cab to get to the Hotel. When I went to pay the driver, he appeared to be a bit shaken up by the sight of the building. He told me that I did not have to pay if I really was planning to enter the hotel. He sped off leaving me at the elaborately decorated glass doors. I entered the glass doors to find myself at the base of white marble steps. I slowly walked up the stairs before meeting the three story lobby. The great achitecture, furnishing, paintings, and even music took me back. I gasped at the sight of this --simply breath taking. I walked through the crows of people before I found elevators. My heels clicked against the marble floors until I entered the elevator. I took it to the top floor before exiting.
[a/n: this is where the dream cuts back in because. *gasp* It is happening! lol. Well if you want, you can go back and re-read that part. haha that is why I semi-seperated it like that. Anyway, here we go to cont. from the "dream."]
....He covered my mouth with his hand. The pain increased and I screamed with all of my might. My screams added fuel into the fire. The pain increased. I could feel him working on my neck. I could feel that he was restraining himself from drainin me. His sucking ceased as he gasped for air. I saw his lips and teeth covered in my blood. His eyes were a light greenish brown and his razor sharp teeth reflected the light from the bedside lamp. With out speaking he watched me begin to slip away to death --to darkness. He forced me to stay awake and beat the darkness. He forced me to study the way his sharp teeth bit into his soft pale flesh. He raised his arm above my mouth causing the thick warm liquid to dot my mouth, my lips, and my tongue. I licked my lips. This taste seemed to taste better with every drop. Suddenly, I latched my mouth on to his bite mark. I closed my eyes and sucked on his arm. I felt my teeth grow until they slightly protruded. Unattentionaly, I bit were he previously did. Johnny winced but allowed me to drink. A few seconds later he removed his arm and licked up the remaining droplets. No words were shared.
He kissed my lips deeply. When I opened my eyes he simply smiled and hugged me tightly. His full attention returned to our bodies --our flesh. He kissed me all over before pulling me towards his body. He placed me on his lap so I wrapped my legs around his waist. He kissed my neck (which healed once he changed me), my collar bone, and then my chest. His fingers and his hands ran over every inch of my body. I followed pursuit. Just to touch him. This moment was so sensual, so loving, so raw, so real, so perfect. We just needed to touch one another. We were not touching to arose and to please yet. We touched to feel. To feel life. I needed to touch him to know that he was there and that this was real. He touched me in the same way but deeper. He held me as if I was his treasure; if I was his everything and more. His kisses were those given only when you have retrieved your long lost love. My kisses were out of needing reassurement while his was out of long restrained desire and elatement. This was right, right?
He gently laid me down on his soft bed. His eyes danced over my body just like his hands that followed. He kneaded my breast and lavished me with more kisses. My breathing became difficult as his kisses trailed south. I ran my long nails through his brown hair. I could feel him work his magic on my body. I could feel passion and lust burn through me. Johnny was driving me wild as each second passed. He brought me close to the edge over and over but never allowed me release. His relentless teasing made my body cry for him. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.
His lips returned to mine when he noticed that I needed him. Johnny positioned himself between my legs and thrust himself in to me in one fluid motion. I cried out in pain. He was not my first but the few that I had benn with... simply lacked. Johnny was quite the opposite. Whoa was he opposite! I grasped his arms and prayed that he would be gentle with me. He did just as I wished. He slowly pulled out of me and re-entered. His eyes stayed on mine while he made love to me. Our rhythm and breathing pattern had syncronized. We were one.
All my life I felt strong but incomplete. I had always felt like there was a major piece of me missing if not two or three. I was constantly searching for that extra something... similar to Granpa Joe. We both secretly were hopeless romantic that were meant to be on a seemingly neverending search. He found his missing piece in Italy and I am finding mine at this moment. This glorious moment. Maybe I am Johnny's missing piece like he is to me. Maybe we have been in the same boat all of this time. Just maybe.
Johnny was my key. He was that major piece of me that had been missing all of my life. I am no longer afraid to totally open myself to him. I am no longer ashamed. He is filling my emptiness as I speak. Deep with in me I could feel him finding my inner self. He was liberating my body and sould. How could I refrain him from doing this? Why would I? I wouldn't! So I am not.
Many hours of teasing, searching, learning, and finally releasing had passed. He was still showing me the world and teaching me what I loved. I held on to him to the bet of my ability as I became weak. He alowed me to be on top for a while. Moans esaped both of us as we entered our sixth hour. I was so close again. His gasps turned me on more. Hearing him whisper and moan my name brought me to the edge of my cliff. I asked if he was at the same point because my body had become too weak to continue for much longer. Johnny flipped us back over and pounded me with all of his length. I could not handle the abundance of pleasure that he created. I succumbed to the powers that be and released with a loud scream and shudder. Tears of relief flooded my eyes as Johnny continued. He reached his peak inside of me while moaningmy name. Feeling this caused my next release which brought Johnny to his finality. We laid in each other arms; consequently, we were too weak to depart. I curled against Johnny's body and breathed in the scent of him and me. This was us. This was bliss in its entirity. Johnny tucked a bit of my hair behind my ear and kissed my forehead. I rested my head against his chest. "Good night my dark angel." I contently said without moving my lips. I closed my eyes and slept nicely. As I slumbered I could sense that Johnny was still wake. He was stroking my hair and then my arms as he watched me sleep. About an hour later I could tell that he finally went to sleep.