Moments in the Sun

Leona stood pinned against her chamber door, much the way she was pinned against the rock with Bishop that day. She pushed Casavir's head down below her breasts and he instinctively licked her skin all around her belly button, and down to her thighs. He pulled down her bottoms as he kissed lower and lower. When she leaned forward, he pushed her back against the door, much the same way Bishop had. Uncanny, she thought. And how can Casavir be rougher, more raw, tonight?

She pushed against the top of his head, and he caught the hint. Moving his mouth down between her legs, and placing his hands against her thighs, he licked and nuzzled until she was pushing towards him, her body begging for more contact. Her pleasure rose and rose as his fingers worked with tongue, but she stopped him and brought him back up for kisses. What he wanted tonight wasn't just her pleasure; there would be other nights for that. Tonight there was a script.

Leona pushed Casavir towards her bed, and as he lay down she pulled off his clothes, and kissed down his chest. She took a moment to admire him. So this was Casavir, who put barriers of armor and demeanor between himself and everyone. His vulnerability was his gift to her. She lifted her lips to his and met his tongue, lingering there far longer than she expected to. Kissing him while feeling their bodies pressed together was treat enough, and she knew there was much more of the script to follow.

She tore herself away from his mouth and swept her tongue down his neck, his chest, and around his nipples, while reaching below to find his hardness with her hand. Farther down she went until her mouth met her hands, finding all the tender spots around his groin. Placing her mouth around him, she sucked and licked, reaching up with her hands to feel his upper body writhe in rhythm with her mouth. After a few minutes of the sweet torture she pulled up and turned away from him.

"Come here," she said. And he went.

Leona leaned against her bed, and put her hands up on the mattress. She looked around behind her expectantly. Casavir stared, marveling at her beauty. He had waited so long for her, trying to do the right thing, and as his jealousy waned it dawned on him that he was finally here with her, and she willingly would take him.  He had to admit he'd forgotten the rage that brought him to her room, forgotten that he was erasing her past by making it his present. The pleasure of finally being with her, of having her so close, trumped all. But suddenly the memory crashed back to him, and the sadness broke like a wave. He shook his head as if awakening from a spell.

"He had you...from behind? He didn't want to look at your face?  You didn't want to look at his?"

Leona didn't know what to say to that, so she said nothing.

"I...this is our first time together. I want to look at you. I...I can't do that. Not tonight."

Leona watched him standing there, broken and wanting. She positively ached for him. "Pure heart, indeed," she said.  Keeping her eyes on his, she slowly eased up on to the bed, and lied down on her back. She said nothing more, but reached her arms up, eyes never leaving his.

"Thank you," he said. Then he eased on top of her, and that's when they stopped having sex, and started making love.