Lost in a Dance of Desire

LOST IN A DANCE OF DESIRE

"Hi, I'm sorry it's been a while, Aunt Gabi," Luke told her as soon as she opened the door in response to the bell ringing and then the loud rap of his knuckles on the wood. "The place sure looks a lot tidier since I was last with you.".

With an admiring glance, Luke stepped past her into a house that felt like a second home to him and where Gabi always welcomed him.

"Come in!" she urged, her heart seeming to swell with love for him and wanting to close the door and for them to be alone. The warmth of his smile always had a calming effect on her. "I sure have missed you after all we had to do a week ago, making my house as safe as possible before the hurricane struck. It could have gone much worse for me if the storm had gotten closer."

"We helped each other through," he readily admitted. "And now, my work brings me back and makes it easier to be here with you."

"Where I often think that you belong."

Luke met her wondering stare on him. "I guess that's so wherever we are together."

Gabi had hunkered down in the spare room of his parent's place a few miles out of town. Once they were all together, they had seen out the worst of the storm and after some thirty-six hours had left the shelter and checked on the damage, to clear up the debris as best as they could. Gabi had soon returned to her home but it had not felt the same without Luke close by and for them to be free to say and do as they pleased when they were in her place.

"Yes, I'm glad about that and now I'm seeing you again."

"It matters, does it?"

"Yes, you know it does, Luke! Stop your teasing of me."

His eyes settled on her as he smiled and took in what she was wearing, a crinkly dress with thin straps shaping a voluptuous and lightly tanned body, the tumble of Gabi's breasts straining the fabric as it clung to her skin in the muggy heat of the evening.

"You sure look good, Gabi. May I say that?"

"Yes, you know that you can!" For a sixty-three-year-old woman, and a relation of his, she shouldn't feel that way about Luke or depend upon him as much as she did. But they got along so well that it scarcely mattered what their family bond was. "Remember, darlin'...don't go calling me 'Aunt Gabi' all the time...but Gabi. We settled that the last time we were together."

"Yeah, I know. It's how I think of you now...as Gabi."

"Good, now come here!"

She hugged him, or rather she surrendered to his embrace upon her and looked up into his eyes. She knew Luke was strong and had all the vitality of a twenty-two-year-old young man. Their bond had always been close, but his help in getting her to safety and living with the rest of the family as the storm blew through, and the floods that followed, had redefined their relationship.

"You've sure got this place straight in no time at all," he said, complimenting her. His bag fell to the floor as he said it and as he met her look upon him. "The yard looks almost as good as before..." He had spoken lightly, as was his way whenever they were together, but he stopped as she again stood close and touched his arm in a show of possessiveness and familiarity. "I couldn't get away and be here with you, before now...I sure wanted to."

"I know, and that's why it's special when you do come here to stay. You've got an excuse; your work brings you here...into this suburb."

"You're the reason and my work clearing up after the storm is just a cover."

With Gabi dressed in the way that he now saw, it was a wonder that he had not done anything about his feelings for her. But he sensed that her touch to the bare skin of his arm, as they stood close, and loved to be in each other's company again, might finally break down the barriers to them sharing deeper intimacy.

He sure wanted that, because there was no other woman who got under his skin as Gabi succeeded in doing, and with little or no effort. Her presence, the sight of Gabi with her tight curves, and her choice of perfume, never failed to work their magic on him.

There was no question about it. He lusted after her and he sensed that this had gotten through to Gabi, a woman who had lived alone for so long that he wondered where she thought life would take her, and if she understood that he was keen to fully share the days and nights that he spent with her.

He remained captivated by the sight of her, a curvy grey-haired woman as he followed Gabi into her spotlessly tidy kitchen. The woman before him was agile and possessed easy grace, appearing statuesque, at five foot nine, and he was only marginally taller.

She sure had curves and even under her floaty dress, they were tight even if the cups of her strappy dark-blue dress offered only scant support to her heavy breasts. He'd always loved to see her smile, Gabi's teeth so white against the light tan of her skin, but along with that was how her eyes seemed to sparkle and linger on him. It was at such moments that he knew that he meant something more to her than Gabi gave voice to.

"I'm in my usual toom, am I?" he asked with a suggestive look and with a smile creasing his face. She followed him across the hallway and watched as he lifted his bag effortlessly off the floor.

"Yes, you are, darlin', only you won't be in any room if you're so forward," she answered lightly and on a snorted laugh of disbelief that he should suggest what was so clearly on his mind. He wanted to be with her, and all that it meant now sent a tremor of longing coursing through her body as she imagined what would have happened if she had said, "No, 'you're sleeping with me."

How she now felt it would have been easy to admit to her deepening lustful feelings for him. He had gone further than she had in disclosing just how deep the bond between them had become.

She loved his rugged appearance, his square-shouldered build, how his black silken hair curled out from under a cap that he still wore. She reached out and gripped the rim, her actions goading him to remove it.

"Yes, that's better. I can see you now that you've taken it off for me. You're indoors, after all."

"Yeah, sure, sorry...I forgot to do that from the moment I saw you, I guess."

There it was again, his slow and teasing reply to what she had said and that was so characteristic of him.

Luke sat down on the hall chair and unbuttoned the laces of his work shoes. He soon kicked them off, followed by stripping away his socks. Gabi had seen his relaxed ways about her home often enough, but now the sight of his large-toed feet, their slenderness, had her thinking of so much more.

"Do you mind?"

"No, Luke, just you relax all you want. I'll go and get supper ready. It's only pasta and some garlic bread..." She leaned against the doorpost, close to where he was seated, and gazed back at him. No, she wasn't imagining it, the air seemed to crackle with a tension between them that was different from all the times before.

"Suppers that you always make so well."

He took his bag up to his room but left it unpacked.

Gabi heard his footfalls on the landing above her, then on the stairs, as she hummed absentmindedly, working to put the finishing touches to their meal, turning occasionally to look his way as she heard him come into the room.

Luke soon closed the space between them.

"Cook it real slow, Gabi, because there's something I want to settle...need to settle before I burn up. It's all because of you and who we've been these last few weeks or so."

"Running away from this?" She gasped as Luke impetuously embraced her and she had to still the sudden progress of his hands over her body, one clamping on the swell of her breasts as the other fumbled with the skirt of her dress before it caressed the warm skin of her thigh and moved to cup her mound. "Luke...Luke, darling!"

She had fallen so quickly under his spell and felt a palpable rush of longing for him.

"Make it real with me? Let's stop running away from what has happened between us, Gabi...please?"

She couldn't stop trembling, both from anticipation of what Luke would do next and from an overwhelming sense of guilt that she was succumbing to him so readily. A threshold in their lives was being crossed.

"Luke...Luke!" she groaned as she tried to still the progress of his hands over her body and to set free all the captured emotions, and longings, that she had never spoken of with him. "Luke, can we...should we go on?"

He moved until his hands cupped her face and she gripped his wrists as she gazed into his eyes, Luke's breaths warm and tempting as they wafted over her parted lips.

"Yes, we should...we should go on and we see where it takes us. We're like...like two moths circling the flame."

"And we surrender, fall into the trap?"

"Yes, and it's not a trap but a situation we've lived with and want to explore further. That's how I see it."

Gabi clutched the front of his shirt as Luke leaned in to kiss her deeply. It was no longer a familial kiss but that of an expectant lover; hesitant, wondering, desiring of so much more and where it would lead them.

They had slowed in seeking kisses from each other, but Luke's hands had not stopped in cupping and caressing her breasts, pinching hard nipples through the cotton fabric of her dress, or clamping on her hips as she was made to mould her body against his, leaning back in Luke's embrace.

"You're so beautiful and have so much for me, Gabi..."

"I think that you like them," she suggested, tugging on his hair as he leaned in to press his lips to her throat. "It feels as if I have waited so long for this moment and wondered how to start. You've found your way to me, darling...as it should be."

"But I don't want to pressure you into loving with me. But I had to tell you and...and now, to show you." Luke met her questioning look as Gabi turned in his embrace. "You don't know how long I have been wanting to do this with you."

"Since you saw me in the rainstorm, and we were making this place secure. My clothes were wet through. I had no more secrets to keep from you, then, and I saw it in your eyes. Now...now we can be closer than close, and we can love and touch."

"Let's just see where this takes us, what I feel about you and that doesn't scare you. It's not sudden and I've noticed your look on me sometimes as if you were thinking about this too...that what we're looking for has now gone way beyond family feelings and has become so much more."

Just like him, she wanted them to become lovers.

Before Luke could say another word, she knelt before him and tugged at his belt buckle. With trembling hands, they undressed each other, Luke standing over her as she knelt before him, her trembling hands soon pulling down his work trousers and skimpy briefs.

She had seen how his erection distorted his cotton slip but now it sprang free and trembled, the bulbous tip glistening and inviting her attention.

"So much, you have so much for me, darling," she crooned, dismayed to have a generous length of flesh jerking before her face, the tip glistening with pre-cum and her desire to take it in her mouth impossible to resist. She caressed his sac and felt its weight.

Luke bent forward and kissed her upturned face. "We're in a new place, Gabi..."

She nodded dumbly before she stuck out her tongue and slicked it over his penis tip, each touch new and wanton, more expressive of what they now felt about each other than anything that had gone before. He jolted and Luke's hands were soon in her grey hair, which felt soft and silky, as Gabi sucked on him, the head close to touching the back of her throat.

Luke groaned as she worked him, one hand gripping his sac while the other joined her mouth in performing a repertoire of slow tricks on his length of flesh. His rough hands gripped her shoulders or slid caresses over them and onto her neck as he slowly rocked his hips to meet her mouthing of him.

"Slow down...slow down," he gasped, as her mouth closed around him and pulses of desire and the raging need to let go wrecked his control to prevent that from happening. A lonelier life she might lead but, in this, her skills had not deserted her. She slowly massaged the jewels in his sac, the wrinkled skin brushed and squeezed on by her fingers.

"Oh, you darling...you wonder!" he called out, "you want me to come in your mouth?"

"If that's where you are, darling...we've got all night to be together and to love."

Gabi wanted to drink it in if he burst, to have him fountain his lust for her and she tightened her grip and sped up her stroking and sucking on his cock.

"You have so much!" she exclaimed, pulling away from him as she felt the impulse to gag on what she had taken into her mouth.

"Wait!" he gasped and on easing away from her. "Wait, Gabi darlin'!"

She was panting too, her working of him failing to deter Luke from reaching down and claiming her breasts in sliding and clamping caresses of his hands and fingers.

"Yes, okay, darling...I'll stop, for now."

She rose to kiss him, sliding her breasts over his belly and chest before she clung to him, their mouths open and tongues swirling. They were on the edge of something beautiful, the expression of all that had seemed to have been on a slow burn could now ignite into a flare of intense heat.

"I...I didn't want you to be surprised...I was so close."

Gabi clung to him and stroked caresses over his naked body as far as her hands could reach, all the while keeping his penis trapped against her belly. He was so strong, his state of arousal dismaying her as their kisses deepened.

"Share the moment and do it just for me."

Gabi, freed of her inhibitions and overwhelmed by cramps of longing, whispered in his ear as she clung to him, their bodies moving sinuously against each other as if they were in a dance and would melt together. Nothing, and no one else, was of any importance. A new life was beckoning, one that she had not dared to explore with him. They would have each other and pursue loving ways that many who knew them would say were inappropriate.

Gabi pulled him down onto her bed, Luke soon taking control as she began to strip off her panties and reveal her pussy to him. He trailed kisses over her skin as the flimsy cotton garment was tugged away and thrown on the floor. He buried his face in her sex and breathed in the tangy aroma before his tongue slicked caresses over her pussy's lips, Gabi parting them before it darted in, or slicked caresses over its length.

He eased away and knelt before her and she stroked wondering caresses over his body as they each took delight in what could be seen.

"No secrets and no holding back, Luke, darlin'...make love to me."

She saw how his belly glinted from the precum that leaked from his penis tip. She trailed slow caresses over his body as Luke tapped his penis tip at her opening, swirled his hips, just enough, to have the domed tip enter her body and begin its slow journey into her moist and welcoming heat.

"Sorry, darling...I'm tight."

"And it feels wonderful." He took pleasure from his slow entry and how her muscles gradually relaxed to allow him entry before closing around him.

He tantalized her with his agility and Gabi wrapped her fleshy legs around his waist as he pushed off the bed for a moment on outstretched arms. He gloried in the jerk and sway of her breasts that she put her hands to and brought them together so that he could kiss and suck on them; to clench her nipples between his lips and to pull gently.

Pulses of quickening pleasure accompanied his entry and slow penetration of her until his balls slapped rhythmically against her slit. Hot thick flesh, young and vigorous, filled her. The domed tip felt so large, and it seemed to draw all senses of pleasure from her pussy as it slid over its walls and she sought to clamp on it and work him in response to all that he sought from her.

Luke's breaths seemed to be everywhere, on her throat and shoulders, on her cleavage, on her lips as they settled again on her nipples, her tits jerking in response to his quickening, and deepening, thrusts. She screamed, and called out his name, as a riot of sensations and emotions coursed through her body.

"Am I doing it right, for you?" he asked with panted breaths.

She exulted. "Yes...you've no idea!"

Her moans and gasps for breath accompanied his plunging and writhing rhythm. They encouraged her lover's pace, all technique fractured by their frenetic pursuit of an orgasm, to share a defining moment in their lives. Every moment his penis entered and withdrew in a steady rhythm was pure bliss.

Luke shoved his arms under her back and gripped her buttocks before a deeper penetration was accomplished. His pace quickened again, and he began to grunt, to shiver as he felt his penis swell inside her and Gabi's claims on it increased the pressure in his sac and sharpened the instinct to let go.

Gabi gripped his head and met his stare. "Are you close, because I am!"

"I'm there darling...where I want to be with you!"

Luke panted as he pounded into her with what remained of his control and he burst. On deep dips, his penis erupted inside her spasming pussy. Calling to each other, he expelled wads of cum deep into her vagina, her clawing caresses no deterrent to what he did to find her. Luke kept gasping for breaths, snorted through the kisses that she sought to silence her cries of completion, as his penis kept leaping inside her with every expulsion of his seed.

"Let me hold you, darling," she could finally demand as they fell into a spiral of ebbing pleasure and basked in the heat of their bodies.

He was already growing flaccid, but her muscles clamped on him. They could not prevent his semen from leaking out and onto her thighs. He had seemingly filled her to the brim, and she felt that her body had been fully, and deeply, possessed.

"Passionate is a word that I can add to sexy, and to beautiful and womanly," he said with every kiss that he offered to her mouth.

She coaxed him to kiss her breasts once more, each nipple sore and swollen from the attention they had received, and she had demanded of him. Now, Luke did so again, but more to feast on them than in pursuit of orgiastic pleasure.

"Yes, make love to them and me, Luke darling!"

Did she deserve the attention that he paid to her in these new and ragingly pleasurable ways? Sure, she did. Who was being harmed by what they sought to pursue from each other? No one, as far as she could tell.

His mouth closed over each breast in turn and his tongue flickered over each nipple. She could soon become bewitched by his ways with them and what he brought to her aching body, the depth that he had plumbed her, unlike anything she had shared in before, with any man. Luke had loved her in mind and body. He had shared and not taken from her.

Gabi finally eased out of his embrace and sat up. She felt his hand caress the warm skin of her back and it felt that Luke did so wonderingly. She turned on the bed to gaze down at him and gave him a wobbly smile.

"I'm getting lost in what we have done and what it means," she confessed, not craving any other man's attention but only Luke's.

It went against everything that was family but hers was no sudden infatuation in response to how Luke behaved towards her, but an emotional bond that had grown stronger over the years and that he had done nothing to control, either in him or herself.

Now, having been taken to bed she saw their tempestuous and incestuous ways as confirmation that theirs was no fleeting relationship.

And still, throughout the recent weeks and, more pressingly, recent days she had kept on telling herself to be under no illusions. They each took, and would continue to take, what they wanted or needed from each other as their relationship evolved into one of no longer restraining themselves from satisfying a raw physical need. What had been a bounded and platonic relationship had been worn wafer-thin until only an hour or so ago and Luke's knock on her door.