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Thursday, August 9, 2018

Throwback Thursday - Chapter 42 from "Love in the City"

I hope that everyone is having a great week so far. Here's a chapter from "Love in the City." (Don't get in trouble for reading this at work. Lol)



Chapter 42
Constellations & Shooting Stars

W
arm water and soap bubbles were soothing after a very long day. Rhiannon’s skin tingled as she soaked in the bathtub. Behind her, Kieran sat in the tub with his hardness pressed up against her but he wasn’t pressing her for sex. Not yet. That would come later. He was just always turned on and excited whenever he was that intimately close to her. She had noticed that and loved it. What they had started to feel for each other was much more than just lust but she was happy that raw lust was still a big part of their equation. Their chemistry grew stronger every moment they spent together and they missed each other whenever they were apart. As Kieran washed her back and ran his fingers across her soft, wet skin, she sensed his energy and it felt like love.
Kieran had not allowed himself to get attached to anyone for so long that it felt strange to be so connected and addicted to the woman who had become his best friend and lover. He hadn’t meant for that to happen and he worried about how quickly it had because he was so accustomed to disaster. He had a set of rules and regulations that kept his guarded heart safe but Rhiannon had bypassed or disabled all of them. She was a wild thing that didn’t follow any rules and wasn’t afraid to climb over any walls he’d worked so hard to build. That made it impossible for him not to love her. Before she came into his life, even in an overcrowded city, he had managed to keep himself so isolated that it often seemed as if he was adrift and alone in the vastness of space. As more time passed by, he became even more disconnected from everyone and everything. He only really interacted with his co-workers and never went out to have fun. All he ever did was work. His free time was like torture. Slowly, he had suffocated and drowned in depression until Rhiannon gave him mouth-to-mouth and made him breathe again.
“What are you thinking?” Rhiannon asked. He had been quiet for a while.
“Nothing much,” Kieran answered. “I’m just enjoying this bath with you.”
“I find that hard to believe. Whenever you’re really quiet, that usually means that you have a lot on your mind…so what’s on your mind?” she asked again.
“Lately, I’ve been thinking,” he answered and then paused.
“About?” she asked.
“About this,” he answered.
“And by this, you mean us?” she asked.
“Yes,” he answered.
Rhiannon put both hands on the side of the bathtub, raised herself up out of the water and then sat back down in it so that they could sit facing each other. She wanted to see his face and read his eyes when she asked her next question.
“And how do you really feel about us?” she asked.
“I worry sometimes,” he answered honestly.
“Why?” she asked, somewhat saddened by his response.
“It’s not you…nothing you did. I promise,” Kieran tried to reassure her when he saw the sad expression on her face.
“So what is it then?” she asked. She had heard those same exact words many times before and she knew how things always went left after they were said.
“I’m pretty sure I’m cursed. Nothing ever works out the way they’re supposed to for me. This…us…feels too good…too right, and I know that eventually, I’ll do something to fuck it all up,” he answered.
“You mean like worrying about things eventually going bad when there’s nothing to worry about because everything is going great?” she asked sarcastically.
“A part of me knows you’re right, but those are the thoughts that keep me up at night,” he explained.
Rhiannon moved forward, slowly and gracefully so that she could position herself to sit like a cowgirl in his lap. She reached down, underneath the bubbles and the warm water to feel if he was still hard. She smiled when she discovered that he was, then sat down slowly while she held his shaft and guided him inside her.
The sound of her first moan knocked all of the worries out of Kieran’s head. He was ready to let go of all of his fears and to become as carefree as she was. As she began to ride him, he studied all of her freckles like constellations in a clear night sky because no matter how deeply he looked into her eyes, he couldn’t read her mind. She was too spontaneous and unpredictable for him to ever guess what she was thinking. He was always caught off-guard by almost everything she said or did. That was how she had gotten past all of his defenses and now that she had, he realized that he was at her mercy. For better or worse, towards happiness or tragedy, he chose her.
As they made love, he watched how her breasts bounced and reached out to hold them. She put her hands over his hands as he squeezed them. With every stroke, he was pulled deeper and deeper, not just into her body, but deeper into her being. It wasn’t just sex. It was something spiritual between them as they engaged in their carnal ritual. The waves in the water Rhiannon created as she moved turned the bathtub into the ocean and Kieran was at the mercy of those currents, willing to go wherever they took him. She leaned forward and kissed his neck, with passion and purpose. He loved the feel of her plump, soft lips and her tongue as she teased him.
Rhiannon knew that in many ways, Kieran was just like her, even if he couldn’t see it himself. Neither one of them had much experience being in love, if any at all. Everything they were feeling was foreign and new to them both. The only difference was that Kieran wasn’t as fearless, or nearly as reckless as she was. He was more guarded and the thing he didn’t want to say out loud was that he was afraid. Rhiannon was too, but she wasn’t going to let the thought of all the things that could go wrong rule or consume her. She wasn’t going to allow that to happen to him either. She cared about him too much.
“This is how it’s supposed to feel,” she whispered to him.
Those few words from her lips was all he needed to hear to finally let go of all of his fears. He put his arms around her and squeezed her tightly while her walls did the same to him beneath the water. She felt like the kind of woman he had waited for forever but never dared to dream that he could have. At times, he was overwhelmed by how good she made him feel and on most days, he felt as if he didn’t deserve her. Never in his life, not in a million years, not even if he had wished on a million falling stars would he have thought that a woman like Rhiannon could love him.

Copyright © 2017 Keith Kareem Williams
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