I could hear slight breathing in my ear. I felt a heavy arm across my stomach. Where was I? My mind ran with ideas, and, why wasn't I jumping up and running away? I was calm; the hot breathing in my ear tickled my face and warmed me. With each breath, I began to remember all that had happened. This man, this stranger, who had come to me in the middle of the night, my taker. Every touch, the nerves in my body warmed as I remembered every sweeping motion. Here he was still with me, just like I had begged.
"Of course." He had said.
Suddenly all of my feelings for him flooded my mind, love, sex, ecstasy, gentle touches, and rough urges. I couldn't stand it anymore, as every feeling filled me up. I turned in the bed to face him, my abrupt movement didn't wake him, I examined his face in the morning light. He was beautiful, soft lips, a relaxed expression across his face. I grazed my fingers across his chin, down his lips. He moaned quietly, and his eyes fluttered. Again, he filled me with desire, and I brought my lips to his, slowly wrapping my mouth around his limp lips, then his lips moved with mine. Our eyes were closed as we kissed, then he broke away. My eyes opened and focused on his sweet lips, formed into a smile. Then I gazed into his eyes, he looked calm, relaxed, and perfectly comfortable with me. My mind raced as I tried to figure out what to say to him, but he spoke first.
"How did you sleep?" he mused, his voice so sweet and strong in my ears.
"Um, well I slept pretty well." I whispered, quietly, my voice full of shy hesitation and a peak of embarrassment.
He smiled and chuckled quietly, then laid his heavy hand on my shoulder.
"You don't have to be withdrawn around me, you don't have to feel awkward, and you don't have to worry about saying the right thing, anything you say will sound right in my ears." I kissed him slightly and smiled as he licked his lips when I withdrew.
"I've never met anyone like you before, I.... well I mean, last night was-"
"Amazing." He interrupted.
"Yes." I breathed.
Then he laid his head down just inches from mine, his eyes were weary. I could tell that he was trying to say something he took a deep breath.
"I'm so sorry" he said, and he bowed his head, not able to look me in the eye.
"For what?" I asked innocently, there couldn't possibly be anything that he needed to be sorry for, nothing that I could comprehend.
He lifted his head and gave me a puzzled look, his brow furrowed. He was exasperated.
"I raped you last night." He whispered, saying each word slowly as if the words burned his mouth.
His eyes held a tortured expression. I moved my body closer to his, leaving no space between us, he flinched away but I didn't budge.
"I don't care, I wanted it just as much as you did, you did nothing wrong." I soothed.
He let out a sigh, and accepted my embrace gathering me up in his arms and holding me there tightly against him. My head rested upon his neck, and I soaked in the fragrance of his skin. Never had I felt this way, so calm, so at ease with another person, just being here in his arms was the definition of peace, and I wanted never to let go. His skin was warm, I could feel his pulse with its slow heavy beating, he must be relaxed as well. He murmured something so low in my ear I could hardly hear it.
"I'm embarrassed to ask this, but what is your name love?"
I smiled, felt my face flush at the awkwardness of it.
"Yes I suppose it would be important for you to know wouldn't it?"
He chuckled quietly.
"It would make things a little easier."
"My name is Shiloh." He was quiet. Did he not like my name? I started to feel worried I tried to elaborate.
"Well my friends sometimes call me Shy, or Isle, or Lo, there aren't very many decent nicknames for my name." I looked at him, his eyes were smiling, the morning light was making the his creamy brown eyes sparkle.
"I love it." he paused and wandered off in his thoughts.
"Shiloh." he said quietly. He wasn't saying anything to me, just repeating my name, letting it sink into his subconsionce.
I broke the silence.
"Well, It's your turn, let's hear your name."
"My name is Jameson, Jameson Brecken," he confirmed.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Brecken" I stretched and kissed the corner of his mouth.
"I think you may be flirting with me Ms...?" he waited for me to reveal my surname.
"Covington, and I think you are right" I smiled coyly.
"Well then Shiloh, I guess I should do something about that." He turned me over on my back and rolled on top of me. My mind rushed in excitement. I remembered all that had happened last night, my womanhood began to get hot and ache for him once again. I ran my fingers through his shaggy black hair, and then moved my hands down to his shoulders. His back was so smooth and broad; I used my nails to scratch him ever so lightly. His eyes were closed, savoring every touch. It was adorable how well I could affect him, it seemed like everything I did was right, and I pushed all of the right buttons. Here he was aroused, simply because I laced my fingers across his back. For any bystander it would seem ludicrous that we had just now exchanged names, our souls matched together like two long lovers who had never lost their spark. We were already naked from last night, and I could feel him getting harder. His penis was growing against my thigh. I pushed his shoulders, he seemed to understand what I was trying to do, and he turned and rolled onto his back. He was so tuned into what I was thinking, and seemed determined to let me control. Maybe he got reprieve in knowing that I did indeed want this, that I wanted it last night as well. Perhaps he wanted to soothe his guilt.
