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I was transported when I kissed her. I was floating, but grounded. It felt heavenly, but obscene. Nothing I’d ever experienced sexually or spiritually came close.
This was why marriage was a holy mystery. Why it represented Jesus and his love for the church. It was all-consuming passion, at once mystical and human, but with every sexual act drawing the two beyond the realm of knowing and into a state of becoming. A deification in itself. The microcosm of God’s creation. The twofoldbeing under a shared yoke. And here we were on the precipice of that state.
Fire and earth. Witch and priest.
Decca’s head tilted back, laughing as she clasped my hand and put it around her waist, raising her own hand up to my neck, rasping her nails over the freshly trimmed areas of my beard.
“Your hair is so soft.” She wove her fingers into my hairline, teasing the strands and making my shoulders and back tingle from the simple touch.
I moved my hand up her back, sliding Granny’s afghan off the shoulder of her silky black blouse.
Later tonight, before falling asleep, she’d get into a slouchy black t-shirt and panties, but not before I’d stripped her of every stitch that was on her body now.
I couldn’t wait another night to have her under me.
My fingers itched to feel the silk of her skin, too heated under the blanket and the fire. A dewy sheen reflected light at the hollow of her neck, where a cluster of delicate gold necklaces flickered. I licked just there, tasting the salt of her sweat and the bitterness of her perfume. It made me ravenous for more of her. I needed to taste her everywhere.
And that little moan when my tongue touched her neck; it made my chest tighten. All her sounds drove me crazy. Her head fell back, exposing more of her long throat as she writhed in my lap.
My fingers found the top button of her blouse.
“God, yes, take it off.”
I undid one button, not waiting any longer to brush my lips against her where the tiniest slice of skin had just been bared. I was too ravenous, too thoughtless to remember how to properly undress a woman. I was hot and crazed with need for her. Not even to be inside her, just to start learning her body.
The way I should have been doing for months.
My thumb flicked over her nipple, still covered by too many layers, but that won me another of her tortured moans, her voice cracking at the top, her hand plunging down between my legs and meeting my cock, already so hard it leaked painfully.
I couldn’t help it anymore. My thumb stroked downward, my hand cupping her breast. But it was exactly as much as I needed. Any more and I’d combust. The promise of everything to come was too sweet. I couldn’t take all of her at once. I needed to consume her bits at a time.
“Gus,” she sighed.
“I know, Dec. Straddle me if you need to. Use me—”
I was cut off by her phone buzzing in her pocket. Our eyes locked, like both of us were shocked the outside world had dared to interfere with our microcosm.
But it was late at night. And it only took us seconds to register that this interruption, whatever it was, needed to be addressed.
“I’m sorry, I think—”
“Yeah, go on.”
She fished her phone out from her skirt pocket. “It’s Bethany. Should I?”
I nodded. Bethany had recently left our house. It was either her daughter, or....
“Hey,” she said into the receiver as she carefully extracted herself from the Adirondack chair—not an easy feat to do with any elegance, but she managed. She stood with her hand on her hip, looking down at her boots until Bethany said something on the other line. Decca didn’t move an inch. Only her eyes shot to mine.
That’s when I knew.
“It’s Jim,” she said, clicking off the phone and sliding it into her pocket. “He collapsed while everyone was here. Raynie called the doctor, but he said that’s basically to be expected.”
“Expected?” I shot out of my seat. “Is he in the hospital?”
“They have a plan. Your mom and dad talked to his oncologist. This wasn’t great news, but there’s nothing we can do.” She paused and took a breath. “Gus, this is the process.”
“Process? What process? Collapsing isn’t part of any plan. Humans aren’t supposed to collapse. What does that even mean?”
