Eye of the Beholder Ch. 09
Keywords: 09, Ch., of, the, Beholder, Eye,
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Her fingers were on her clit now, their movement a faster counterpoint to the slow fuck, but it was ultimately the rhythm of her fingers that won out. The slow pace was wonderful, but her coming orgasm drew her faster, which drew me faster as well. It was plunge and slide, the slides slower than the plunges, but the pace always faster.
She was moaning on the exhales, catching fast breaths between them, her fingers faster and faster on her clit. She was so tight, so warm and wet, and I could feel my climax coming hard. I wanted to hold off, wished for a second she would slow down, but she was beyond stopping now. She was starting to buck a little, panting with short gasps and moans alternating. I could feel her muscles tensing around me as she closed her eyes tight, pushing herself toward her orgasm, and then it broke like a dam over her, and any thought I had of holding off became pointless, as if I could have anyway. She came so hard it made me gasp as it pulled me headlong into my own, exploding inside her in a seemingly endless eruption. I couldn't believe how overwhelming my orgasm was. But then, I'd only been watching her drive me mad for eight hours today. It was a miracle she didn't set me off with her first touch.
I could feel her throbbing around me as her breathing finally slowed, and she settled down on top of me. We lay like that for a while before I rolled us onto our sides, kissing her softly as I did. Her smile would have melted me if the orgasm hadn't already done such a good job of it. I don't know how long we lay in each other"s arms, just feeling each other breathe before we drifted off to sleep. Perhaps even a couple of minutes.
When I awoke in the morning, she was again gone. The note this time simply said:
Thank you.
It was laying on top of a folded scarf... the narrow one she had been rubbing herself against, her scent lingering on it like perfume.
I left the videotape for her where the scarf had been.
The parachute apparatus had to be back for a new staging this evening, so I took down the veils, folding them and setting them on the mat, then began to bring down the parachute. It was only then that it dawned on me how there had been so much space in the room for her dance. Frankly, I hadn't given it a second's thought. But as the three walls of the parachute came down, I saw that all of the furniture had been removed. She had obviously gone all out for this. Amazing. I finished dismantling the apparatus, then opened the door to load it out.
The living room was empty except for the low table she'd originally left outside for me... when was it? I'd lost track by now. On it there was a large candle burning inside a hurricane lamp glass, and beside it were a rose, a peacock feather, an envelope and a box wrapped like a gift.
The envelope had the same kiss on it as before, but was sealed with wax. I opened it; it was a real letter, a solid page of her neat, flowing script. I read it in an increasing blur, as its import sunk in.
"My Sweet Lover,
Words don't come close to expressing how deeply you've touched me, first with your eyes, then with your heart, then with pretty much every other part of yourself. *smile*
I'm sure you've noticed that I've been away a lot more lately. I've been interviewing for a job in New Orleans. It's a huge career step for me. I didn't want to say anything until I knew for sure, but by the time I did, I didn't know how to tell you. I'm sorry I didn't have more courage. I hate goodbyes, and I hate leaving even more, but it's done now. I start day after tomorrow. Everything is moved except what's left here. Keep it for me, OK?
I've thought a lot about all of this, and the more I've thought, the more I know that what we've had is the best it will ever be. I know that's a cop out, but it's also true, and if you open up and listen to your heart you'll know it is. For all I know, you've had the same thoughts yourself. At this moment, we're perfect, and with my leaving, we always will be. You mean more to me than anyone ever has, because you understand me in a way I never could have imagined. That lives inside my heart.
This isn't goodbye. It's just a change. Any time you can get free, there's always a place for you in New Orleans. (Probably outside my window, if I know you. I have a small, secluded backyard garden. You'll love it. *wink* ) It's an eight hour drive, less if you drive the way I imagine you do, and cheap flights come up a lot. Come see me any time.
Oh, there's a present for you inside the box. I think you'll like it. (A lot.)
Lovingly,
Sharon"
Taking a deep breath, and yes, blinking back a tear, I opened the box, and smiled. Inside were a webcam and a card with all of her contact info. Still smiling, I put the box down with the rose and the feather, blew out the candle and loaded everything into my PT.
When I was finally finished, I locked up and walked around that path I knew so well to the back of the cottage, then stood for a few minutes just absorbing everything. Everything except the lilacs. They had finished blooming for the season.
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Keywords: 09, Ch., of, the, Beholder, Eye,