Blur Me Page 2

Her desire grew, its flames licking at her from within. She felt her pussy become slick like the roads after a summer rain. And her clit – at that moment it was alive, a bird high up on a wire looking down on the possibilities of a morning field. Vibrating with possibility.

  She was glad that he didn't want to talk right now. They were past needing to speak. His lips moved to hers. She felt his tongue enter her mouth and begin its hungry dance with her own. His beard scratched her chin as he tasted her. She couldn't open her eyes, didn't want to. To be lost in a field of sensation, that was all she needed then. Her sense of self, that separate entity that was Melissa Palmer, was dissolving in his presence, a nirvana at once empty and full.

  Something about that makes no sense. But I guess none of this makes any sense does it? I was just expecting to interview some big ego music prick and go on my merry way, not get bowled over by a force of nature and shaken to my very core.

  His hands moved down to her chest. She felt them slide up against her tits, pressing firmly, squeezing, feeling her through her cashmere sweater. She took a small step backward. Her legs began to lose their ability to support her.

  “This way,” he whispered, taking her by the hand. “You're beautiful in the sunlight.”

  He led her to the couch in his living room, in front of a bay window overlooking the Falmouth harbor. The brightness dazzled her when she looked outward, toward the sailboats and the islands and the bright blue reflection of the sky in the water.

  She felt her breath as she sat down. Shallow and fast. Her face felt hot and flushed. Between her legs, all she felt was a growing need, its flames getting hotter.

  He sat next to her, and again, those eyes! Deep brown. Searching her. And, as incomprehensible as it might seem, knowing her. When she looked into them she felt the lust of a long lost lover, reunited. And the funny thing is, we hadn't ever met before today. Now look at us.

  Liam reached tenderly for her face and took off her glasses. He placed them gently on the coffee table and brushed aside a lock of dark hair that had fallen in front of her face.

  Is it possible to find the sweetness of first love again? Because before today I didn't think it was. But now...I'm not so sure it's a one-shot deal. What's happening here, between us?

  (surrender)

  Surrender. I'm surrendering my heart to him, right now. Opening it up because sometimes you just know. You do. The universe, fate, whatever it is you believe in – it sets these things up and gives you a chance, and when you open your eyes you just know.

  I know.

  He smiled at her. That warm smile that made her feel safe with him, made her want to be with him in this moment and for every moment that followed. Of course that was crazy. They could never be together. It would never work. She was a writer. He was a writer too, in a way. But he had obligations. Concerts in Europe and recording sessions in L.A. and television appearances and adoring fans, and he could probably have any woman he wanted, anytime. He was Liam Sims, for crying out loud!

  But maybe it isn't so crazy to surrender to him now. He's the most beautiful, the most honest and true and beautiful man I've ever been alone with.

  (trust him)

  “You're thinking too much,” he said quietly. She watched his lips as he spoke.

  “I know. It's one of my faults.” She looked down for a moment then met his gaze again. Another rush of feeling shot through her, setting her mind and desire spinning.

  His hands, those strong and skilled hands, carefully undid the buttons of his flannel shirt. He threw it on the coffee table next to them. She looked at his naked torso with both lust and the admiration of an art student. She knew he'd been a lifelong surfer as well as a legendary rock star. The ocean's waters had been kind to him. At the age of 46, he had a torso sculpted not out of vanity but of love for the ocean. There was a difference there. A matter of authenticity.

  The only photo she'd ever seen of him with his shirt off had been taken at a show in Vancouver 15 years ago, his eyes closed, both knees touching the stage, the mic close to his lips. He was as magnificent now as he was in that picture. Although the photograph had been silent, she remembers imagining that the sound bellowing up from inside him must have filled that stadium. Filled it until it was ready to burst, because this is a man who knows that love both creates and destroys.

  And now, this afternoon, I belong to him. All of me.

  He looked into her eyes again and kissed her. She felt the roughness of his face, wondering if he was real. If the moment was real.

  Did my commuter flight from JFK to Portland actually go down? Could this all just be some fantastic hallucination as I leave my body behind? She felt the beating of her heart in her chest and the warmth of his breath. It had to be real.

  “I'm still alive,” she said, almost laughing as she tasted his mouth and nibbled on his lower lip.

  “You're very much alive, Melissa. And I've got something for you. Just lie back and close your eyes.” His voice was deep and comforting.

  She reclined on the soft cushions of the couch and closed her eyes, seeing the brightness of the sunlight against her eyelids.

  (he's coming closer)

  She felt a warm hand against the inside of her knee, gently parting her legs. Her clit begged for his touch. He was so close now. She felt a tickle from his hair as he moved his head between her legs, angling toward her sensitive flesh, kissing the soft skin of her inner thighs as he moved. And then –

  (my god I'm so wet)

  a feeling of holding her breath, her pussy still empty. She felt his hand push up her skirt until the only barrier between the two of them was the pair of thin black panties she had put on that morning. She inhaled deeply as he pulled them aside with two fingers.

  I can't believe this is happening. Liam Sims is about to go down on me. My music journalism career will be shot after this. And I have to say that, right now, I don't really care.

  She felt a wave of exquisite warmth as his mouth kissed her slit. Her desire was tearing at her from the inside. His tongue slid up the delicate pink folds of her pussy to her clit, where it began to explore her soft, sensitive flesh with deliberate motions. Then he licked the sides of her pussy, where she'd trimmed the hairs short, before drawing his tongue up and down her pink center. He seemed to be savoring her moans and convulsions as she twisted and arched toward him.

  It feels like I'm flying, except there's no plane around me. Maybe I'm just falling through space. Falling into him.

  (crash)

  She could feel herself coming a split second before the sensation immobilized her. It had approached fast, like a freight train at a blind crossing. When the first waves of pleasure raced through her body, she felt herself gripping Liam's head against her crotch, driving his tongue into her tight, dark hole as she thrust against him. Then she let out a loud moan, the kind that, had there been any neighbors close by, would have attracted unwanted attention.

  He looked up at her with his deep brown eyes. “I take it you enjoyed that,” he said, laughing softly.

  “I guess you could say so.” She looked at him wistfully. She could feel her panties slide against her pussy. They were soaked through with her juices.

  I'm still so empty. I need to feel his cock driving in and out of my pussy before I leave today or I think I won't be able to drive straight on my way to the hotel.

  “I've got one more thing for you,” he said.

  One more thing. His cock, or a last kiss? Please let it be his cock. Please.

  She watched as he stood up next to the couch and pulled off his jeans. He hadn't been wearing any underwear. He was completely naked, his cock standing outward in all its thick, hard glory. It struck her again, as she looked at his muscular body sculpted by ocean waves and two decades of playing rock and roll, that he put her completely at ease. There was nothing pretentious about his lust for her, about his nakedness or her vulnerability at that moment. She could let herself go with him. Fall into his rhythm.

 
She locked her gaze with his and pulled off her panties with a fluid motion, casting them aside. Understanding. She spread out her legs and watched as he moved between them, kneeling. Then his strong hands grabbed her by the ass and brought her as close to him as she could be without his cock actually parting her tight pink slit. He moved her with the confidence of a man who knows exactly how he wants to make love to a woman, without the slightest hesitation.

  (he wants me now)

  I'm ready. Please oh please I've never been as ready as I am now. I know this is crazy and –

  He pushed inside her. She inhaled sharply as she felt him fill her up, his cock reaching, pushing into her wet depths without mercy. Then the aftermath of the first thrust. A drug so potent on its own that she felt she might come. He moved his hands to her thighs and began to drive in and out of her.

  If this is one of his songs, we're at the chorus. Singing in unison at the top of our lungs because that's the most natural thing to do when you hear it. And he's –

  Pulling her against him. She could feel the grip in his hands, almost too tight on her thighs, as he moved his cock in and out of her tight, soaking pussy. Her clit was buzzing, as though the slightest touch could send her over the edge into the spiral of an orgasm she'd never imagined possible. She felt her nipples, still hard and pushing against the inside of her bra. To watch Liam fuck her, naked and beautiful and strong, to feel him enter her dark hole with his cock and imagine his own excitement, that was what she wanted in this moment.

  “Oh my god yes!” she said. The words flew out of her unbidden and filled the room for a split second. She bucked her hips up against his cock, driving him in even deeper. She'd approached the crossroads of ecstasy once again. And this time, she knew that she was on the brink of something extraordinary. A sensory experience unlike any other.

  She heard him grunt as he pushed hard into her, and that was when her clit led her towards an explosion of feeling. A release of such magnitude that it made her cry out in a sustained moan unlike any she had ever let out before. A primal encounter with the essence of pleasure itself. She and Liam were coming, together, in the way that only lovers brought together by the universe can. It made her want to laugh and cry at the same time, because she knew that there had been something even deeper than lust between them. She had felt it. Then her mind, at least for a moment, gave her a reprieve from thought and went silent, allowing her to feel and nothing else.

  (awakening)

  What have you gotten yourself into? Are you falling for this guy? Get over this fast, Melissa. It will never work. N-E-V-E-R never. He might have given you two of the most amazing orgasms ever, and he is cute and charming and hot and –

  (he understands me)

  “You're lost again,” he said. He was looking into her eyes. They'd both collapsed together on the couch, his naked body pressing against her.

  “I'm sorry, it's just that, well, I was thinking about us. We're so different Liam. And I can't stand to have my heart broken. This has been really sweet, and I think you're--”

  “Shh,” he said, kissing her softly on the lips. “I really like you too. So let's try not to think too far ahead on this one.”

  “I'm scared,” she said. He cupped the side of her face and kissed her again. Her eyes were moist.

  “What will it take to get you to stay the night?” he said. “I'm a terrible cook, but I know where we can get great burgers a couple miles up the road.” He was smiling. The way he was holding her made her feel safe.

  Take it one step at a time. Don't think too far ahead.

  “Food would be good, but I could really use a bath. Do you have a tub?” She felt like she could look into his deep brown eyes all afternoon. Just gaze into them, because she knew that he saw her as she really was.

  “You're in luck. I'll put the water on,” he said. His eyes were smiling at hers as he left her side.

  I could get used to this. And that's what scares me. Good things like this never last. Not in the movies, not in my life. But I want to believe that maybe, just this once, the rules won't apply. That this really is my happy ending.

  (believe)