Bring Me To Life

Now that I know what I’m without
You can’t just leave me
Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to life

~Evanescence~

Maggie wonders how she got here. She feels Ian’s warm skin on hers. His breath in her ear and her neck. His hands are all over her, then settle between her legs. Ian strokes her gently, like a baby bird. She moves her body to feel his hands touch her. Make her open.

Maggie it is as beautiful as your face.”

She kisses Ian’s neck. Strokes his cheek and traces his lips with her finger tips. Maggie kisses him and licks his lips. Her mouth is dry but her pussy, wet. He gingerly but deliberately forces his tongue into her mouth. She tries not to resist, but her fear makes her anxious. Ian touches her breasts and tells her to relax and that he just wants to love her. Maggie smiles, breathes deeply and exhales slowly.

They put their hands all over each other. Feel raw emotion. Need and want. It feels so good to be wanted. To be touched. Ian wants to fuck her but she is so afraid. So green. Maggie tries to calm herself and savor every moment. She wonders, will this be our only time together?

Frozen inside without your touch
Without your love darling
Only you are the life among the dead

“Ian I am so scared.”

“Maggie, my love, it will be okay. Let me love you.”

She reaches for his cock. Puts her fingers around it and pulls gently. Ian moans her name. Maggie look into his blue eyes and drowns in them. Ian puts one hand on her breast and dips his head to taste the other. He touches her pussy with his other hand. She is wet and open. As she caresses Ian’s cock, pre-cum flows from the head. Maggie releases her grip and puts her hand to her mouth and licks it. He tastes salty but sweet too.

Ian rolls her over onto her back. Maggie opens her legs and he lays between them. She guides him into her. They gasp and shudder at the same time. He moves inside of her. This is Maggie’s first time. There’s pain and pleasure. Fear and euphoria. She moves to meet his thrusts. He kisses her lips. She opens her mouth and sucks his tongue.

Maggie, all I want is this.

Ian, I want it too.

They hold onto each other for dear life. She feels herself tremor and explode from the inside out. She is gasping for air. For more. Of him. Her orgasm vibrates her entire body and his. Ian bites her neck and then cums inside of her. She feels fulfilled. Ian pulls out of her. Maggie touches his face and says thank you. She inhales and all she can smell is the aroma of their lust.

All this time I can’t believe I couldn’t see
Kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I’ve been sleeping a thousand years it seems
Got to open my eyes to everything
Without a thought without a voice without a soul
Don’t let me die here
There must be something more
Bring me to life

You Were Always my Prayer, and My Promise

Each of us is born with a box of matches inside us but we can’t strike them all by ourselves”
― Laura EsquivelLike Water for Chocolate

As we set up our chairs on the beach, I hear the roar of the Atlantic at our backs. It’s full dark, the end of the summer season, and there’s a chill in the air. We decide to take advantage of the crisp, and brisk night and have friends over. You and the guys build a blazing fire on our little section of beach. We women sit and drink sweet red wine. Watching you interact with the guys makes me smile. You’re so confident in your fire making skills. You laugh easily. I love to see your easy smile light up your entire face.

We’ve known some of these people for years. Others, we  met at the beginning of the summer. There’s wine and conversation. So much laughter. We sit in our short beach chairs around the fire. The flames are high and twist in the gentle breeze caused by the surf. Their colors are copper, crimson and sapphire. The wood is dry and cracks at the intensity of the heat. I lean up against your chest. You hold me close and I’ve never felt more free. More happy. More alive.

I contribute to the conversation. Say something sarcastic and snarky, because it’s what I do. I hear you laugh and it’s music to my ears. I sit up and grab a bottle of wine. I drink right from it, and hand it to you. You take a long pull on the bottle and pass it back to me.  I bury it half way in the sand next to me, so it won’t tip over. I tell it to sit and stay, like it’s a dog. You and our friends laugh.

As the conversation continues, you put your hands in mine. I look down at them and notice that they are like mine. Soft, yet strong. Yours are strong enough to hold a girl that likes to run, but needs a home. A safe place to land. You’ve given me all of that. I’ve given you unconditional love. Something you’ve longed for, but never found. You’ve always loved too hard and gotten hurt. Until me. Until you. Until us, we merely existed. Now we live. For each other. For this, simple little life. On a beach. On the Atlantic.

You ease your grip and I caress your palms with my fingertips. I look into your eyes, and see the blazing fire reflected in them. Along with every emotion you feel for me. I smile at you and my pulse quickens. My body reacts with want, and I blush. You always make me blush. Still. Our friends stop and look at us. Some smile, while others are wistful. There we are on the beach with our friends around a campfire and we’re holding hands. But we’re doing more than that. Our love emanates and flows to those around us. Then I laugh my silly horse laugh and the spell is broken.

I turn to our circle of friends and say something with the word fuck in it, and everyone laughs uproariously. We unclasp our hands, I turn around and settle back into your chest. You put your arms around me, kiss the top of my head and whisper that you love me. I feel the warmth of flames on the front of my body, and the warmth of your inner flame in my back.  I lean my head up, kiss your chin and whisper that I love you. Then I say your name. It slips easily from my lips, like a prayer. Like a promise. You were always my prayer, and my promise.