Aftermath

Chapter 19- Feeling Disconnected from Real Life..

Chapter 19

Feeling disconnected from real life in every way possible, in this moment, Lou didn't know herself, the real world washed away with the sounds of the waves crashing off in the distance, and by the generous portions of alcohol coursing through her veins. Her body was washing over with waves of pleasure that both frightened her and thrilled her. This was the wicked and naughty, and darker part of herself that she had tried to deny, tried to push down.

Voss's lips were on her neck, chin whiskers scraping against her collarbone in the most intoxicating sort of way.

The small voice in her head told her that in the morning, she could blame the vodka and the determined will and momentum of Voss, an intensely handsome movie-star, for the reason why she was here, and not one female alive would honestly argue against her, but her thoughts and senses continued to shift and change with every new brush of his hands, making her own body new to her...the scent of sea air and Voss's musk tearing down her last will to resist him. Why had she ever thought to resist him? What were her reasons again...at the moment she could recall not one. He was her friend, that was one...a friend that she had an electric current form of attraction to...which seemed wrong to give into and hopeless to not.

Lou wasn't the type of woman to sleep with a man without love...and commitment...and marriage. Voss was the kind of man, like most men, that engaged in casual sex, which was his right and she held no judgement about that...this was only a physical release for him...could she let go and just feel, just enjoy the same.

Voss was her friend, her mind continued to battle with her conscience. He cared for her...but they were not married, not even in a committed relationship and never would be, so having sex with him would be just to satisfy a lustful urge...it was a sin to sleep with him...but then again, Lou was a wicked person deep down so...

His breath was hot and delicious against her skin, caressing her as he moved above over her.

Lou understood the blinding force of ecstasy, the power it could hold over her, rendering her logic and reason useless. But she was here, had allowed him to kiss her and there was no going back. She couldn't stop him now...would be cruel and wrong...being here was already so wrong...

Voss played with her body as if she was his own personally tuned instrument, eagerly, passionately rubbing and kissing every part of her, making her body sing as her conscience remained at war with her senses. His fingers were stroking between her legs, rushing her towards an orgasm, then he moved down, resting on his elbows and replaced his fingers with his tongue. He was pushing her over the edge and then pulling back, building her to a toe curling orgasm. This was happening. Voss was making love to her with his mouth and...it was too late to stop, was officially her last rational, clear thought.

She was up on her elbows trying to look down and see what he was doing to her, but her head kept falling back and her eyes shut tight, too limp and weak, and overwhelmed.

"Look at me, lover. I want to see your eyes when you come for me," Voss commanded in a husky dangerous sounding tone, staring up her body from between her legs.

She did as commanded and watched his face transform with a cocky smile before returning to his task.

Almost violent, sharp and rushing, her climax stole her breath from her lungs. While she was still lost in the ether, she could feel Voss kissing and nibbling his way back up her body. His fingers were slow but steady, continuing to keep her body swirling in a fog of sensual rapture.

"You're even more beautiful when you come," Voss whispered in her ear. She turned her head and kissed his lips, her heart racing, still panting from what she was experiencing.