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“Pretty bad. I suppose I’ll become just another face too.”
“No, you won’t,” I said. “That’s what I’m saying. I don’t think I really wanted to remember their faces. They never meant anything to me. That’s why they’ve faded. But you… I’ll remember for the rest of my life. You shine, golden, like the sun, where the others are like a grey mist that only dulls the pain…”
I cut myself off, getting too close to the heart of the matter. I didn’t want to discuss it. Not with her, not with anyone. So it surprised me when she said:
“You really loved your father, didn’t you?”
She stole my breath from me.
“How did you…?” I said, before shaking my head and regaining control.
I rolled up onto my knees to climb from the bed but her hand wrapped around my wrist. It was tight and surprisingly strong. She let the blanket slip and expose her gorgeous body and hanging breasts.
No fair.
Painful memories battled the need to take her again, to look at her, taste her, and enjoy her.
Nothing had ever come close to matching that sensation before. I never thought anything ever would.
“It’s okay,” she said. “It’s me. I’m not going to hurt you. You can talk with me.”
She held my face in her hands. I shut my eyes against the memories of my dead father and his cold body lying on that ceramic slab.
The great man I had always looked up to.
The man I always wanted to be.
Torn from me when I most needed him.
“Everyone loses someone close to them,” I said.
“But they don’t mean the same to everyone,” Vicky said. “Tell me about him. Tell me what kind of man he was.”
I hadn’t spoken about him in years. I never really accepted he was dead, never really accepted he’d been taken from me. That part of me, that hole he left behind, got infected, turned septic, and there was no way I could heal from it.
Never.
Because I could never bring myself to think about it, let alone discuss it with someone.
Not even with myself.
When I opened my eyes, I found Vicky’s nose less than an inch from mine. She kissed my cheeks and lips.
A hunger stole over me like a tidal wave, so strong and powerful I couldn’t hold it back.
I didn’t want to hold it back.
I slipped beneath the blankets and lay on top of her. She put up no struggle, sensing I needed this.
I needed her.
I kissed her on the mouth, the neck, and tasted her nipples that’d already turned to hard buds. I wet my lips and felt the damp hair about her sex and knew she was ready for me.
I slid inside her. The feeling was exquisite, powerful.
She pulled me down to her lips as I buried myself inside. She groaned against my lips. It was dizzying, undeniable, sensuous.
Incredible.
