Short Story: The Parting (Part 2)
He woke up in a room he did not recognize. His head was throbbing with pain from his hangover.
Did I drink that much, he asked himself.
Slowly, he took in the details of the room. The wall adjacent to him was full of posters and photographs. Floor to ceiling windows were to his left, white curtains billowing, the cold morning breeze bringing goose bumps to his skin. The concave ceiling was painted with a scene from Dante’s Inferno. He had read that book. He found it kind of disturbing, but the way it was depicted in the painting wasn’t so bad. It was probably because the painting was faded. He imagined it in full color and detail and shuddered. He shifted to his right side. He noticed that there was a big mirror flanking the windows. It encompassed the whole wall, including the door. In the corner close to the bed was a bar, filled with different kinds of liquor.
He steadied his gaze on his reflection. He was staring a good-looking man in his mid-twenties. His long hair was in dreadlocks, black at the roots, but light brown in the ends, held and adorned with rasta-colored bands. He blinked. His eyes hurt. He had not taken off the contact lenses he wore that night.
He felt for the small lens case in his pocket and was shocked to realize that he didn’t have any clothes on. He looked to his left and stared wide-eyed at the big lump covered in a white blanket beside him.
Did we…. He stammered.
Eyes watering with pain, he slowly lifted the white blanket. His hand was shaking, although he already knew who it was underneath. She was facing away from him, curled in a fetal position, hugging a big white pillow. The tattoo in her lower back confirmed it. It was Elena.
He lay on his back and shut his eyes tight.
What have fuck have you done Iggy, he said to himself.
He tried to recall the previous night. The last thing he remembered was Elena on top of him, kissing him. He didn’t have any recollection of the events after. In fact, he didn’t know where they were. This certainly was not Elena’s room.
He stared at the billowing curtains. Only now did he realize that the air was salty. He could faintly hear the gentle crashing of the waves outside.
He tried to get up but Elena shifted positions and embraced him, her head on his shoulder. He was instantly conscious of her nakedness. He felt the warmth of her body on his. He felt the softness of her breasts on his side. He felt and heard her breathing. He could feel himself growing hard with each second.
Again he shut his eyes tight.
What the fu, he muttered but didn’t have time to finish his cuss.
Elena was kissing his neck, her hand stroking his chest. He couldn’t move, but he knew that he was getting more and more aroused by the second. He felt every wet kiss, every lash of her tongue, every soft suckle. He moaned as she playfully bit him. He couldn’t contain his arousal any longer. He found her soft lips and kissed them, tasting the liquor, still fresh in her mouth. He felt her hand gently stroking his groin. He moved down and kissed her neck and suckled her mounds. She let out a small moan as he kissed them.
And then he was on top of her, showering kisses all over her body, slowly moving down to the center of her arousal, already wet with passion. She writhed and moaned crazily as he lapped at her juices. She moaned and screamed in ecstasy as she came. She opened her eyes and saw his body, glistening with sweat. She too was bathed in her sweat at her climax. She pulled him to her and guided him in. He felt the heat of her body as he effortlessly slid in, her lips clamping on his member. They moved in unison, gyrating to the silent beat of their passion.
They did it three more times, and satiated, lay on the bed, panting. They had never known such arousal, such excitement, such passion.
He woke up four hours later with her in his arms. He was trying to decipher his feelings. Did he feel guilt? Will he ever regret his actions this morning? He couldn’t deny the fact that he enjoyed what happened. In fact, of the many girls he had slept with, he never felt as satisfied as he felt with her.
He looked at her thoughtfully. She was sleeping peacefully. Somehow, she looked content and fulfilled. He listened to her rhythmic breathing. He smoothed the tangles on her hair, making sure not to disturb her slumber. He could see the graceful curve of her body as she lay on her side.
What more could he ask for? He was with a person he loved the most, who loved him without limits. She was beautiful, alluring, sweet, and smart. He was doing quite well with his business and had enough to provide for a family. In fact, he was a very eligible bachelor. All that was lacking in his life was a woman.
He thought long and hard until he felt his hangover creeping in again. He stared at Elena and felt only love for her. He embraced her and smiled. He closed his eyes. Satisfied and glad, he fell asleep.
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