Utopian Escape

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
"...Don't cause my heart to be set ablaze by this."

Submitted: February 07, 2009

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Aiolos's hand tightened around mine then released. His winterywhite-green eyes broadened with protectivenessas he reached over my head and rested his strong biceps around my shoulders. His body pressed up against me as I shuddered with delight. Tossed dark brown hair fell in front of his forehead and over his ears. Aiolos was the most astoundingly gorgeous man I have ever encountered. The wiry built that embraced my structure every morning as we roll to wake in bed together in our first days of marriage together. His tender eyes that often connected with the lopsided grin sprawled across his cherry blossom pink lips. The strong contours of his abdominals and back that I explored every night in the pallid moon's light, sometimes given by the stars when the moon hid behind the blotches of ebony clouds. Aiolos sheltered me with a luxurious beachhouse that was open to the private beach that he claimed.

Then there was he features. The pale ivory skin that was lumnious inany light or no light at all was gruff near his definite jaw line with the huskystubble to suit his harmoniousvoice.The pools of white-green irises that encircled the black pupils of his eyes glistened. Then there was theperfect set of ultra-white teeth and pair of silky lips that carressed mine with passion. All of it, his body, his features, did not compare nearly enough to the soul settledwithin his warm heart.He treated me likea goddess, no more, no less.

I looked up behind me as we swayed together in harmony, his delicate lips pressing againstmy heated scalp--heated with embarrassment. I still couldn't tolerate the pulchritude that he express in his feelings, the way he loved me, the way he kissed me, the way he cared for me. I melted within his arms as he slid his large hands down my sides to my hips, turning me onmy heels to lookhiminthe eyes. "Cecilia," he whispered in my ear withsuch a lovely voice. "Are you entirely going to go through with this, my love?" He lifted my chin with agentle index finger. "Do not bilk me into thinking you areprepared for this. I will never allow myself clemency if I force you into something, sweetheart." Hisvoice was low and stern with each word.

"I love you andtrust you," I statedwaveringly on unsteady legs. Good thing he held me unyielding with his power over me. "I know you won'thurtme."

A deep growl emerged from his bare chest--Aiolos didn't trust himself as much as. We were standing on the private dock in cottonclothing that allowed leeway for breathing on the rising temperatures of the miniatureislandwe housed on. His eyes passed over my head, being that he was well above six foot one, staring at the lunar painted velvetnight. My hand rose, shaking, and cupped his jaw, forcing him to look down at me.

"I trust you," I firmly told him once again with undeniable passion swollen in my heart for much too long. I needed to show him how I felt in the only way left possible. I balanced myself on my toes and wrapped my arms around his neck. Gently, I compressed our lips together, softly and innocently at first until his grasp on either side of my waist gripped tighter and my body was lifted off the ground. He dipped his body down to allow me to lock my legs around his waist like a spider beginning to wrap her prey. Suddenly, he twirled me around on his back and began to take long strides across the white lumnious sands of the beach, heading for our glorious beach house. His strong, long legs flew beneath him at an incredibly fast rate, but it wasn't as nearly as speedy as my pulse.

Drums beat in my head drumming along to the pulse of my heart. It grew to my temples and beads of sweat matted my neck. A panic attack overthrew my consciousness. I breathed in sharply, trying to hold back the stinging tears that rimmed my eyes. I often cried when I was overly stressed over something little, something like this. I felt it that I make one wrong sound or move around Aiolos than my relationship with him is like a god to a pathetic peasant, though he already outdid me in everything. His vocabulary was basically made of the most adept dictionary known to man, his beauty was unstaggering and outrageously to-die-for. To pick me, Cecilia, the girl who always picked being anti-social rather than committing to a friend, was a myth. I couldn't find when I was suppose to wake up. I rolled along though. My heart felt safe and secure when around Aiolos, safe within his own heart. I smiled as he set me on the comfy carpet of the front room in the beach house. He flicked on a light and held his hand at my side furthest away from him.

"I'll be back," he muttered nearly inaudibly. I grinned anxiously, trying to hide the anxiety and fear that sparkled in my eyes. I set myself on a colonial armchair near the stack of literature that Aiolos favored the most of all books. I tried to count my breathing while he was away. One, two, three, four--in, out, in, out. It didn't help. I was beginning to hyperventilate uncontrollably. I gulped in fear to wash down the excess saliva to moisten my arid throat. The tips of my ears burned with the attention he set on me. The way he viewed me as queen, it took effect on me. I looked back around to the hall that enclosed behind the kitchen's wall. The several rooms in the comfortable one-story beach house lied there. From the darkness, Aiolos handsome figureglided smoothly and swiftly towards me. My lower stomach tingled with...excitement?

"Now?" I whimpered bashfully.

"Whenever you are ready," he confirmed in his musical voice. His strong hand sweetly traced over my eyelids that covered my eyes as I looked at the floor. His hand fell to my jaw and his thumb rubbed against my cheek. He forcefully, yet softly, controlled the tilts of my head. I curled in both lips, feeling that adrenaline rush through my veins. The wintery green smoldered my focus. "I love you," he whispered just centimeters away from my lips. I trembled, but I wasn't why.

I truly wanted to indicate that I was ready for him to swoop me up in his muscular arms and carry me off to my paradise, but I just shyly nodded and tore away from his grip. He crouched beside me, his eyes scrutinizing the obvious terrified fear my boring oak-colored ones. His lips reached for mine, but only to graze them teasingly. My fingers trembled against the back of his neck. His fresh breath was a sweet aroma to wash over me while he spoke lovingly.

"Sweetheart, my love, I don't trust myself, but you trust me. Isn't that enough that we everlastingly love one another? Your reactions to what I do are uncomprehensible. You willingly wanted this and I devotingly want you. This teasing here is causing this wild burn to possess me. Don't cause my heart to be set ablazed by this." He beamed an adorable smile. Gracefully, he stood and took a step back, reaching out his hand to me. I gawked athis hand, ignoring his eyes or I would never be able to move.The lastintake of air got me the confidence to place my small hand in his. "Come on, love," he whispered.

He led me down the hallway to thespacious white room that was dark and lit by erractically placed candles scented of a sweet lavender. I grabbed his collar as he shut the door behind him and tugged on it, trying to deliberate what to do first. Loose myself or find his lips?I deliberated on what to say, or to say anything at all. I didn't say anything. I just kissedhim. Taking full power over him. Intertwining ourbodies as much as possible while digging my fingertips into the flesh of his wiry back. We spun until he cautiouslyplaced me on the silk sheets of the colossal king bed. My beat sped and my mind glazed over. I only saw theflickeringflames of the candles enlightening his features as I dove into my first time. Here in my arms, I held a godly boy whom I loved dearlyand compulsorily, tolerating the overwhelming powers to overcome me.I held his face as I kissedhim tenderly, slowly unbuttoning his khaki shorts as I tugged my shirt above myhead. I pulled back once more to look at who I had married, who I binded my life togetherenternallywith love, passion, and care fortimes yet to come.

"Mrs.Novak," he groaned sensually into my ear, arousing me intensely. It was aharmoniousmelodyto my ears with my naive inner seductress pleasing him in the foreplay. I pressed my lips once more to his, harder this time."Mrs. Novak, you are the most beautiful woman. I love you, and I want you!" I captured the look in his eyes and smirked. The pleasure, the passion about to explode. I captivated his soft lips against mine.

"I love you, too, Mr. Novak."


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