Bathed in Moonlight 02: the Portal

***This is the second Chapter of Bathed in Moonlight. You don't need to have read the 1st to enjoy this but it may help.***

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I couldn't sleep.

Tonight was another full moon. It was high in the sky, bright and beautiful. But things weren't quite normal. The air felt more magical on these nights. Ever since I watched my dearest Amanda perform her full moon ceremony, the world around me had felt different. It's like I had a sense of something extra around me. It was everywhere, surrounding me, penetrating my skin, burrowing into my head.

For yet another night, I was tossing and turning in my bed, an aching desire burning within my core. It had been a month since I had last seen her, and each day, the insomnia got worse and worse. The need that I had for her was like a thorn in my mind. It was always there, and I was hyper-aware of it. At work, at home, in the car, out for a night, everywhere I went, there was a craving. A thirst that I didn't even know I had until we met a month ago.

It started that night, the moment I had to leave her. With each mile that passed as I drove away, the feeling of being stretched and pulled became stronger and stronger. Like a rubber band being pulled farther and farther back. The energy waiting to be released getting stronger and stronger. At first, I could ignore it. I thought it was just the giddy excitement of a newly physical relationship. The addiction that new love inevitably brings. That's what it had to be, right? What else would explain this tethered feeling that I'd had? The feeling that I'd left a piece of me behind with her. That she was holding onto it, waiting to reel me back to her like a fish on a hook.

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As the days and weeks passed by and the moon was waxing in the sky, becoming smaller and smaller, I slowly started to feel more myself. More in control and stable than I had been previously. I felt like I walked a bit taller, had a bit more of a confident stride in my step, a bit more strength in my movement. Perhaps this connection that Amanda and I shared would be better for me than a simple torrid affair. There was certainly more there when we would talk to each other now. Spending late nights on FaceTime talking to each other when the rest of the world was asleep, or long days texting back and forth. Sending music to each other, sharing our different tastes with one another. I was smitten, to say the least.

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A couple of weeks after our first meeting, the high of those first days had worn down some, and I'd almost felt entirely normal again. We relaxed into a nice banter back and forth, where we would talk every day. Except on the day of the new moon, she'd disappeared. I'd had no word from her at all. Perhaps she was just busy or tired. But as the day turned to night and I still hadn't heard anything, I started to become worried. The night was dark and moonless, and without hearing from her, it seemed extra cold. As though the fire that I'd felt ever since we'd met had finally been snuffed out. It was a hollow and disturbing feeling. Not being able to get in touch like I really wanted felt wrong, unnatural. It was almost as if one light bulb had gone out in the world, and everything was slightly dimmer than it should be. The shadows in my room seemed especially dark as I lay in my bed trying to rest. I tossed and turned in the empty still of the night, restless. I knew that something was missing, and it wouldn't leave my mind.

When I awoke in the morning, I immediately picked up the phone, hoping for a message, but nothing. Still quiet. Was she okay? Did I do something wrong? Was I being ghosted? These thoughts swirled in my mind for the rest of the day. With every notification that popped up, I scrambled to the phone hoping that it was her, only to be disappointed at a meaningless alert. I could feel it starting once again. The need that I had for her, the thorn in my mind back once again. It was embedded like a splinter, and I was hyper-aware of it. At work, at home, in the car, everywhere I went, there was that craving. The thirst that I now knew could only be satisfied by one person.

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**buzz** **buzz**

My phone rang out at midnight on the dot. The sliver of light shining in my room like the waning crescent that was rising in the sky above. I took a sharp breath in as I saw the name illuminated across the screen...[Dearest].

[Hello Sir] it read.

I responded.

[Yes. I'm fine, it's just...]

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<...What??>

[Sometimes, my...energy is drained and I have to... re-charge in a way. When I do, I have to disappear for a bit and do what is needed to fix it.]

[It's another ceremony, kind of like the one you watched, but I don't really want to talk about that. I'm good now.]

[Absolutely]

We stayed up another hour texting each other like high school kids with a crush. The embers that I thought had been snuffed out had life breathed into them once again, and they filled me with a warmth that I wasn't expecting. With the connection that we had re-established, I could finally relax. I slept like a baby that night. Mind at ease.

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Over the next week, we were back in our routine like nothing had changed. Each day, talking more and more. Spending longer amounts of time picking each other's brains about every single little thought that popped into our heads. Each day, we would flirt and tease each other. Our excitement for each other growing in a slow burn. The looks we'd give when we would FaceTime each other were as electric as a summer storm. We both could tell that we wanted MORE.

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There were many days and nights where I had to fight the urge to drive straight to her home, wrap my arms around her, and press my lips into hers in front of any and everyone. Because of our circumstances, however, we couldn't just dive in like any other couple would. There was more to consider than our own foolish desires. Victor, her husband, and their kids were always looming in the background. A presence, even if their physical relationship had long been over, they had still built a life together, and I couldn't disturb that for her sake and that of her children. Much as I might've wanted to pop up and be with her on any given day, I knew that I couldn't, and it was agonizing. I felt like I was becoming obsessed. My resolve was weakening. I didn't know how much longer I could resist the urge to see her. The fire inside of me was becoming an inferno, and it was consuming me. I started to feel like an addict. I ached for her, MY dearest. Waiting for her response to feel that little hit of dopamine when she would reply. Staying up late to extend the time that we could interact with each other, even if it wasn't live and in person like we wanted and NEEDED.

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Tonight was another full moon. It was high in the sky, bright and beautiful. But things weren't quite normal. There was some energy in the air that I couldn't explain. I felt like a superhuman. It made me restless. My breath was quickened. My heart was pounding in my chest. I felt as though I was about to run a marathon and had all the stamina in the world. The energy coursing through me made me feel as though I was invincible and could take on anything. Yet all I was doing was lying in bed.

I couldn't sleep...

Not with the way that I was feeling. Almost giddy, it was intoxicating. Maybe some fresh air is what I need? My senses felt heightened as the window opened. I could hear the wings of a mosquito flying by on the breeze among the cacophony of the night outside. I could smell the dew on the air. Taste the ozone crackling and buzzing through the open window. It made the hair on my arms stand up. I looked up at the night sky. I found myself surrounded by the glittering rays of the moon, like the beam of a spotlight on a stage. They swirled around me, setting everything aglow, until they finally settled on the full-length mirror on the wall in front of me. It sparkled and rippled like a pool of water, shimmering with an energy unlike anything I had ever seen. It looked like a portal in front of me... calling to me, begging me to walk through it. I was compelled to move forward. To go to that unknown destination beyond.

I stepped towards the mirror and reached my hand towards what should have been the glass. Instead, my hand passed straight through into an empty void. For some reason, I felt no fear of it. It felt warm and wholesome. Like I was coming home after a long time away, as though I was passing my hand through the heart of a lover. It drew me in further, the warm embrace traveling up my arm, then my foot and leg as they passed through the brilliant white light. It enveloped me, it passed through me, I became a part of it. Indistinguishable from the light around me. I continued moving forward, until the light started slowly fading around me. Allowing the world and myself to come back into focus once again.

I found myself in a place that was unknown to me, yet still felt familiar. A dark suburban street where the houses all blend together and it was hard to tell which is which. Everything was exaggerated, slightly distorted, but normal enough that I still felt no fear. The warmth of the moonlight portal still coursing through me. I started walking as if I knew where I was going. Like a moth to a flame, I was drawn forward. A right turn here, two lefts there coming ever closer to my unknown destination. Down the block and over the shadowy grass of a nondescript house. I walked towards a door that opened without me touching it, it seemed as though the house wanted me to be inside of it. Up, up, and up a dark stairwell I went. My movements not making a sound as if I was floating above the floor. The door at the top of the landing opened silently and without a touch as I glide inside.

Candles were lit all around the room. It felt more like I was walking into an alter for a ritual than the suburban house that it was... my feet kept drifting forward instinctively knowing where I was supposed to be. The room was chilly with a light Spring breeze. The candles lined the outside of the room giving everything a haunting glow with shadows flickering and light dancing everywhere. Illuminating the bed in the dead center of the room. Music was playing softly in the background but i could hardly make out what the song was as I watched the scene on the bed.

It was her. MY dearest Amanda. I watched her touching herself, her hand slowly gliding up and down the silky folds of her sex. The juices flowing from her steadily flickered, reflecting the candlelight drawing my eye to her legs spread open in front of me. She wore a soft floral dress the hem of which was bunched up around her waist. The colors stood out vibrantly against the white of the sheets beneath her. One hand trailed upwards toward her breasts pinching and pulling at the engorged nipple of her left breast, which hung out of the loose fabric. Her chest and neck were flushed, the blood pounding through her veins making her breathlessly draw in great gulps of air that only made her body jiggle all the more enticingly. Her face was contorted with both pleasure and frustration. With a furrowed brow she looked as though she was desperately, agonizingly, chasing the peak of her pleasure... but she could not reach it. Softly she whispered my name, begging for me to come to her. Her moans the magic words that brought me to this place. The sensual sounds that her sensitive body made drawing me to her once again like a magnet through time and space.

"Im here MY dear" I said.

My voice startled her into stopping. Her eyes open in shock that I've suddenly appeared like a spectre. She can hardly believe her eyes. If i hadn't been through the journey that brought me here, I would've felt the same disbelief. She watched me closely as I stared back at her. Still unsure whether I'm some dream or a ghost sent to haunt her. I wasn't sure myself to tell the truth. Was I dreaming or was I really transported here through some magical means? Either way it didn't matter the only thing we could both think of is the NEED we feel. She was so close to crossing the edge when I interrupted and my senses could tell that her body was screaming at her to finish what was started. Slowly she started too relax, a wicked smile flashing on her lips as she spread her legs open to my gaze again. Those juices once again glistening in the candlelight.

Seeing her open and so inviting to me I couldn't help but fall to my knees and crawl up the bed and between her thighs. The soft skin of her legs caressed my face lovingly. I can't help but to kiss a trail up her ankle and past her calf, past the sensitive crook of her knee and up her soft pale thigh. I lick and gnaw at the deliciously soft flesh of her body. I'm intoxicated by it. My senses are overwhelmed like it's invading my brain and taking hold. I'm obsessed I NEED to taste her. I NEED to feel her on my tongue. I NEED to hear the moans she makes as my tongue reaches into her depths and she squeezes my head in a leg-lock. My tongue darts out and makes contact with her sweet folds. A flavor unlike anything in this world dancing on my tongue. Tighter and tighter she squeezed her thighs against my head and I only become more and more excited. I don't need air. I will breathe through her body as I perform my task happily. Pleasuring MY dearest is my purpose and I want nothing more than to do so.

I lick and slurp and tease and touch and she kept rising and rising higher and higher. The lustful sound of her passion reverberated throughout the room, met only by the faint sound of music and my own satisfied groans as my tastebuds indulged in the sweet feast laid before me. I went on devouring her to my hearts content. My tongue bouncing and gliding against her clit then back down to her slit to enjoy her essence once again, keeping her ever close to the edge of orgasm, but she refused to cross the peak and descend into her ultimate pleasure. She wanted more... she NEEDED MORE. MY dearest Amanda didn't even have to say a word. I could tell what she wanted as though we were psychically linked. I trail kisses up her body worshiping her like the glowing goddess she is. Leaving a trail of my wet lip prints up her sternum.

I held myself above her looking deeply into her eyes. Those hazel orbs aflame with desire. A conversation passing wordlessly between us. A cosmic understanding settling in on us as I lower my face to hers and we kiss. Our lips sealing together as my hips shifted into place. My throbbing cock lining up with her quivering quim. I thrust into her, the connection complete as the candles brightened and the moonlight returned swirling around us. The magic that brought us together strengthening as we joined our bodies together moving slowly and sensually at first, then harder and more passionately. I ache and quivered. Each thrust of my dick inside her body magnified the pleasure we felt.

We were lost in our lust. The only thing in the world we were concerned with in this moment was each other. Her nails bit into my flesh as I ravished her, scratching into my back. The temporary pain only fueling me on to be rougher. My face fell into her shoulder as I thrust in harder and more erratically into her. With the instinct of an animal I bit into her shoulder growling like some primordial beast. The heat in me was rising, the electric energy we felt cresting and crackling between us. We know that we are reaching our peak, and we fight it for as long as we can, desperate to prolong this moment for as long as possible. To hold on to it and each other as fiercely and desperately as we can. Once again looking into each others eyes a single word passes between us, breaking the control both us have...

"Please.🥺"

With that one word we are unleashed. A whirlwind of screams and moans as we cum together explosively. The magic of the moment at its most powerful sending us to heights we never even imagined were possible. I've never before felt such strength in an orgasm. Her tightness only propelled me forward to cum even harder filling her pussy to the brim. My erratic thrusts forcing my cum deeper inside until it start to leak out of her. The combination of our juices more potent and powerful than either of us could ever be on our own.

The moonlight magic fell around us, dimming back into the night air. Once again the night is still and our breathing slowly began to even out. Becoming rhythmic as we lay in the after glow of our love making. The night air cooling us enough to bring a chill that only forced us to snuggle closer to each other. The comfort and safety that we shared in that moment giving us a level of peace that we had never felt before. We felt so relaxed with one another that we hardly care about how we ended up in this position or who could find us, in this moment with the moon high in the sky and watching us we were invincible and untouchable. That power lulled us to sleep, hardly sure if we were dreaming or if this was all real. Whatever the case was we would figure it out... we would find a way forward together, bathed in the moonlight.