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By Otha Lee
Friday, October 12, 2007
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
Adrian - This is a very HOT excerpt from the book by Otha Lee. Her lifestyle of serial monogamy extracts the price of lessons taught by experience. The men co-joining in the stuff of this existence are...
…Celeena paced over to the window for the twelfth time, and peered through the falling snow, as she waited for Adrian. He had stopped first at school for his daughter, then at the sitter’s for Jade and Sara. They were going downtown to the Loyola library so she could complete her microfiche research.
Adrian pulled up outside only five minutes later than he had promised. She opened the door, and went back to the window to watch his strolling gait up her walkway with pleasure. He stepped through the doorway. She turned and walked into his arms; and he wrapped her to him for a snuggling embrace, that held for several minutes, before he tenderly pushed her out of his arms. “Celeena, stay away from me and just go get your coat.”
She returned with the coat on her arm. Adrian stood at the window laughing as he watched her walk back to him. “The way you come to me is so natural. I’m standing by the window so the kids can see me, then I don’t have a choice. You stay way over there. I don’t want to take you to the library.”
Celeena looked at him as she considered the meaning of what he had just told her. She gave it a nod of recognition, then put her coat on and followed him out to his car.
By the time they started back, snow had begun falling again. Twirling flakes were a soft blanket around the car, a romantic coziness that kindled their passion. Merging scents of their heat swelled and reeked. It was the same pungency that had enveloped them when they embraced earlier that afternoon. Her sotto-voiced veiled reference to this was spoken as he parked in front of her house.
“Take your kids and get out of my car.”
His bellicose answer accompanied a deadpan expression. Celeena laughed heartily. She stepped to the street and as her children squeezed past his daughter, looked back into the car at his child, then at him. “Nice to see you, Adriana. Nice to see you too, sir.”
He grinned, his eyes mirthful and knowing, as he returned her look. Personal jokes and secret teasing placed an abundance of humor and happy private laughter in the time they spent together. She went up the walk with her children thinking about their laughter, and the sex, as he drove slowly away.
He called later that night. “Are you all right?”
“Yes. I keep sweet red wine at the bottom of my refrigerator for when I’m missing you, Adrian. I had some.” She waited for him to understand, letting him feel her yearning. “Adrian.”
“I want my kisses to cover you like a blanket.”
“I send my warmth to you. She poured her passion to him; and heard the sharp intake of his breath as he felt it come. “Good night, Adrian.” She spoke softly, and hung up not expecting an answer. Some of what happened between them was strange to him, but he accepted it. That was enough.
Being with you in quiet of night,
While you breathe against my arm;
Feeling your limbs on me.
Without once stirring,
Content, I pray, to be tired with me.
Knowing you’ll wake
To touch me.
Tracing your countenance in my mind...
Tracing you in myself
My fingers tracing you
where you are.
Touching you freely,
The comfort of fitting
Your butt on the heel of my palm.
When we make love
And laugh together
Your body satin and linen
Sometimes I cry, (you never know)
Because I’m happy
Filled with you
And knowledge of how we are.
With which I recognize
As you come to me.
In our acceptance
Of the boldness of our faces
As we come to each other.
…Saturday morning when he woke, she lay sideways in bed, with her legs across his back.
“What are you doing?
“I’m looking at your curtains.”
“I don’t mean that end, I mean the other end. You get up here where I can watch you.” He hauled her up next to him.
She hummed a bar of the Delta Airlines ad song. (Delta is ready when you are.)
“Oh.” He came to her. “Wait a minute, you said_” His expression was mildly reproving. “Well never mind; that can be fixed.” He did.
…Afterward, as they lay next to each other, he spoke reflectively. “You lied.”
“Well what I meant was, let the games begin.”
He roared with laughter, “Celeena, that’s exactly what you meant.” He hugged her tightly, bouncing them and the bed as he laughed…
…His daughter’s class trip to Springfield disrupted the routine of their trysting. The group was headed back to Chicago; and on their arrival late tonight, his woman, Adriana’s homeroom teacher, would bring her home. Adrian would not relinquish the time with Celeena; but changed the place for the rendezvous from his house to a motel, in order to give what respect he could to the two women.
Celeena waited in the car while he got the room. He returned and driving around, parked as near the entrance as possible. They walked up a steep flight of outside steps, and past a spate of unoccupied rooms stretched along a narrow gangway, until they reached the last door. She wondered if he had made an express request for this isolation.
The place they entered had been cleaned, though it looked and smelled of neglect. Everything about the room reinforced a sense of its uninviting quality. The stucco walls were painted a serviceable gray-beige. Time had changed the color of the drapes, bedspread, and tweedy carpet to a blurred rose pink. Beds, night stands and a chair all appeared disproportionately small, and were finished in a worn patina that could not be polished. The tired looking pieces were pulled close together because the room was too small. The portable item here was a motel-wine colored lamp, which produced a dull light from under its drab beige shade. It was all unpleasant.
She considered her small dilemma an addition to the general disagreeability of the situation. The bed, where he sat, was jammed on the wall separating the sleeping space and bathroom. She had to go, and had never used it with him in such close proximity. Clowning to cover her self-consciousness, she threw her blouse out to him.
“That’s good, keep it coming.”
Her skirt landed near his feet.
She tossed her panties through the door of the bathroom.
“All right! Now bring the rest to me Baby.”
She strutted out to him wearing the high-heeled sandals, kicked them off, and straddled his thigh squeezing it between her legs. He placed his hands on her waist and pulled her close. In the exaggerated, slightly pivotal motion of a camp vamp, she slid slowly down to sit astride his knee. Looking into Adrian’s face with an impudent smile, she pressed bareness to his thigh in a slow salacious lap dance, and felt the urgency. in them. They fell back on the bed laughing at their lustfulness.
She nuzzled, licked, bit his forehead, his head, his eyelids, the tops of his ears and snatched his hair with her mouth; as he kissed over as much of her body as he could obtain. Their lovers’ dance had begun. Its tempo increased to crescendo in their rolling and tumbling together; until she sat on him moving in the grip of self-pleasuring. “C’leena, shit.” He muttered. “Shit, Baby,” he repeated, as she rose and sank to the rhythm of a sonorous love song playing in her mind. He seized her hips, straining to her as violence overtook them.
Lying close in the comfortable warmth of this late spring evening, their bodies pledged a class of forever love. They slept, waked, turned to each other to begin a soul-felt replay of their passion. She acquired him with her mouth, hands and body. For her, Adrian became a yielded musical instrument. He was a rendition of groans, sighs, and requests. His music incited and inspired her aggressiveness. It carried them to the place where his reversal of her dominance continued an unmissed beat in the duet of this night….
Their song spun slowly out to conclusion. It changed, became a short bridge from which each stared across with apprehension, fearful of the resonance. This resonance- and fear of it would continue to haunt them for the rest of the time that they had together.
…They had an evening instead of a night, and Adrian showered before he dressed to go home. She listened to the water streaming down beyond the wall that was no more than a partition, and noted his purpose without resentment. Tonight another woman waited for him at his house. But that was his problem, not hers; she had taken enough of him that evening to make up for the rationing. When he kissed her goodnight on her steps, it was he who held on too long and too tightly.
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