Nine Gates of Hell (12/?)
Part 12
The day following our early morning romp was much the same as the previous day, minus of course the arguments and break ups. The mood, rather than being sombre as it had been the day before was relaxed and calm. David and I were both happy to lie in bed wrapped in each other’s arms having fallen asleep following our early exertion.
I was using his chest as a pillow when I fell back asleep, one arm thrown across his torso the other resting next to my head. He was already asleep, but his hands continued to caress me even in slumber, one hand tangled in my hair smoothing it to my head and the other drew lazy circles across my back. When I woke up my position was almost identical, save for the leg that I had thrust over David’s in my sleep, effectively forcing us even closer.
Where our flesh had been overheated earlier it was now cool and I wasn’t surprised that David had made no protest to my clingy sleeping position. My body heat was all that was keeping him from freezing. With one hand I dragged the blanket back over us and settled back against David’s chest, happy to doze in his arms for as long as possible. I was surprised when he pulled me closer to him and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead before finally opening his eyes. His lips trailed soft kisses down to meet mine and unlike earlier his touch was gentle and exploratory rather than the frenzied and heated passion we’d shared in the dawn light.
Eventually he pulled back from me slightly, his breath still hissing across my face “Morning” his charm smile was just as adorable close up as it was from a distance and I had I been feeling any doubts I was sure they would have disappeared at that moment. I was certainly not confused about what I wanted, not then, not ever. The only confusion came in how to go about getting it without looking like the other woman and hurting the people David and I cared for. His smile made me forget any thoughts of that.
His touch wasn’t sexual, it wasn’t meant to stimulate me but it was enjoyable and intimate all the same. In fact I didn’t think anybody had ever touched me so intimately before, and never without the expectation of sex afterwards. I knew David held no such expectation of me and although I had no doubts as to where his touch would lead or what my reaction would be, I was perfectly happy to languidly enjoy the build up. His eyes switched between my face and my body, I should have felt uncomfortable underneath his careful scrutiny of my body and if it had been anyone else I would have been but with David I just felt cherished.
He began his exploration with his lips, pressed softly to mine, his thumb stroking my cheek. He had the same look on his face that appears when he’s trying to memorise a script; eyes focussed, head cocked slightly to the side. He was trying to memorise me. I decided to give him a show worth remembering. It wasn’t acting exactly, but I decided not to hold anything back. I wanted him to see everything.
His tongue darted out and he sucked on the spot just below my ear. Instinctively I leant toward his touch, a soft moan forming in the back of my throat, barely audible to the human ear. David licked at the spot once more before trailing his tongue down my neck to my collarbone. His hands were on my hips holding me steady beneath him. He found the spot on my neck that drives me crazy, the one that only one other man had ever found. I’d still been a teenager and I think it was more an accident than anything else, he’d been all over me, he’d only ever found it that once though. David seemed to have an inbuilt radar that drew him towards it. He continued a trail down my body one hand coming up to cup my breast working my nipple into a hard nub with gentle fingers. His tongue lapped at my other nipple, sucking on it and pulling it between his teeth. My body arched towards him, needing to have him closer. His touch was so utterly fantastic that it was almost painful.
He continued his exploration, fingers and tongue trailing over my ribs and down to my hip. He skimmed across my thighs, lavished attention on my knees and down my calves to my ankles, never once touching the spot I wanted him to most.
“David” I begged, he nodded, I could feel his own arousal pressing against me. He nodded and trailed one hand back up my thigh cupping me before sliding a single finger inside me. I bucked towards him, searching for him with my own hand. Despite our states of arousal our touches remained slow and exploratory.
I wasn’t prepared when my orgasm came. I’d never experienced anything so powerful or wonderful, my whole body ached for David, it seemed to vibrate for him, like a beacon. For a long time we just lay staring at each other, overwhelmed by what had just happened, overwhelmed by feelings we weren’t prepared for.
Once again it was David’s eyes that slipped shut first, a soft rhythmic snore beginning a few moments later. When I was sure he was asleep I slipped from the bed, pulled on his sweatpants and my t-shirt, grabbed my cell and once again slipped out to the sandy beach.
The late morning sun was too hot against my already heated skin. I dialled Zooey’s familiar number, hoping that she’d have a few minutes to talk. She was on set but she promised she had a few minutes while they were setting up the next shot.
“What’s up big sis? How’s the beach? Sunny? Beautiful? Got much swimming done? Do you know how jealous I am? How’s the other situation going?” She blurted it all out in quick succession. At first there were voices in the background, by the time she’d finished talking they’d receded completely, I knew she’d moved somewhere more private. I certainly knew how much she wished she was with me, there was nowhere in the world she loved more than the beach.
I tried to think back to the last time I talked to her and how much had happened since then, how could I possibly explain it all to her. It sounded too ridiculous. Instead I blurted out the first thing that came to mind “I had sex with David”
“You did what?” her voice was a mixture of shock and disgust, not that I could blame her.
“Twice” I added.
“What about James, what about Jamie and Jaden?”
“James and I broke up yesterday morning, followed very quickly by David and Jamie. Apparently it wasn’t the first time he’s called out the wrong name.”
“Geez Em, how do you get yourself into these types of things?”
“I don’t know” I admitted “What do I do now?” I knew what I wanted to do, but I doubted my sister would agree with me.
“It’s kind of sudden, I mean yesterday you were both in different relationships. You shouldn’t go jumping into something new” When I didn’t respond she continued “oh God, you’re seriously considering it aren’t you. Getting into a relationship with him/ He’s still married, they could still get back together.” It was odd for Zooey to be the rational one, usually that was my job.
“He loves me Zo, not her, he loves me” I knew how pathetic I sounded but she told me anyway.
“You sound like Hot Lips Houlihan lusting after Frank Burns, except that even I can’t deny David is less of a ferret. Cut it out” As always she was right, I was being completely ridiculous. I thought back to all those afternoons spent watching MASH wondering why people thought violence was the answer, but wondering even more what Margaret Houlihan was thinking, why she would continue sleeping with a man who clearly didn’t deserve her. That was the difference I realised, David did deserve me, he wouldn’t go back to his wife and he’d treat me the way he thought I deserved to be, he’d cherish me as he had that morning.
“I’ve made my decision” I told her boldly “I love David, he makes me happy, we’ll work through all the other stuff”
“I hope you know what you’re doing” So did I.