Aeternum

chapter_1 : hunger

Opening the large mahogany doors of my apartment, I hear that familiar beautiful voice echoing from behind the wall that separates the foyer and the living room.

"Ian, Is that you?" coos the voice. An undertone of laziness dances between each syllable, causing a smile to creep across my lips.

"Yes, Ashe, I'm home." I respond reassuringly while removing my heavy suit jacket and hanging it on the brass coat rack beside the front door.

Rounding the wall into the living room, I remove my vest and tie, throwing them both on the ottoman at the base of the red leather plush chair that I proceed to sink into. Across from me lay Ashlee, sprawled across the couch, feet up in the air. Her bright green eyes illuminated in the darkness by the incandescent flickering from the television. Hues of browns and greens dances across her face, as a lovely couple attempts to find their dream house with the help of a spunky real estate agent. She wrinkles her noses, as she sucks in a tiny sniffle, the freckles that dot across the bridge of her nose dance.

"I see you're exactly where I left you this morning." A playful wickedness cuts through my lecturing tone.

"No! I moved, a bit." Her arms crossed in front of her now puffed up chest, her gaze adverts from the television to me deflated on the chair. "Sweetheart, you look awful. You're hungry aren't you!"

"Only a little..."I am starving. Pangs of guilt do battle with pangs of hunger for supremacy over my gut. Hunger always won out in the end, no matter how much I hated doing it to her.

"How many times do I have to tell you? Tell me when you need to eat! How long has it been? It has to be a few days now." It is amazing how quickly she adopts the lecturing tone that I mocked her with before.

"Three." I admit sheepishly. She rises from the couch, walks over to the television shutting it off before disappearing into the night only to reappear on my lap.

I feel her lips on my mine. Her hands explore my hair, ears, neck and shoulders. As I feel her pull away my head peels away from the leather attempting to hold on for one more moment.

"Come on." A set of green eyes flanked by porcelain hands extends from the darkness beckoning me forth to the bedroom.

It's a strange idea, the prey leading the predator to feast. This act is one of the many oddities of this relationship, this symbiosis. Ashlee takes me into the bedroom, immediately pushing me gently onto the bed. My body falls into the warm blankets still unmade from the last night's sleep. Her eyes pass over me with a glint of excitement shining brightly in her emerald green eye. I enjoy her foreplay: the fusion of eroticism that accompanies my carnal act makes both that more satisfying. To watch my prey dance seductively in front of me, to watch her remove her sheer white tee, exposing a perfectly fitted lace beige bra with interwoven accents of red trim. I loved seeing it, the color always painted a picture of how our bodies would be soon: beige and red.

She bends over slowly, removing her tight fitted jeans. Ensuring to linger as long as possible, leaving me biting my lip with a burning mixture of anticipation and desire. She knows exactly how to get me, even after years and years of foreplay; this act has never gotten old. The way she looks, twenty-four forever, how could it? Her auburn hair drapes down onto her back as she rises again looking over her shoulder at me.

Before I could utter a single word, she was upon me. With a forceful push, she positions me on my back, and I knew this game; this power play of hers would not last. As she kisses me, sliding her hands up and down the length of my chest, I carefully pick her up and reposition myself, regaining the dominance that I had lost. Her body trembles under my gaze, as I run my fingers up and down the length of her inner thigh, teasing her with the promise of pleasures yet to come. I lick my lips, every bit of her looks delicious. Her eyes stare intently into mine and I lean into her to close the gap, returning that deep kiss she gave me on the armchair. I return that kiss she so lovingly gave me, but now with more force, more passion. Now with a hunger that only she could satisfy. One hand tangles through her hair as the other follows the small of her back down, pulling her body into mine. My lips pull away only for a moment, but that moment feels like an eternity. They return to her body, finding a home in her neck. Tenderly I kiss down from her neck to each of her wondrous breasts where I stop to give them the attention they deserve. Caressing and squeezing with my available hand as I suck, tease and play until she stands at attention like myself. I continue down to her belly button, hipbone, the small tuft of hair, trimmed into a perfect landing strip that lies above her lips.