Twelve
Zeke’s POVContent © NôvelDrama.Org.
I was about to lift myself from the bed when she pulled me back into an embrace. Her embrace, though filled with warmth, also hinted at something deeper, something I knew I needed to handle with care.
What’s wrong with the fucking AC?
“Are you okay?” I asked her trying to suppress the fast growing desire churning at the pit of my stomach.
“Hmmm.” She nodded in the affirmative. “Now let’s get you freshened up.” I murmured gently and guided her towards the bathroom.
I ran warm water over her face as she leaned over the sink, just as I was about to grab her a towel her body began reeling from the effects of the alcohol.
“I’m sorry,” Kamille whispered between heaves, her voice laced with embarrassment.
“It’s alright. I’m here,” I reassured, holding her hair back and rubbing her back soothingly. At that moment, I realized the depth of how much gap her absence left in my heart. I missed listening to her talk about her day and the weather even when I act disinterested. I missed the times she was in my space, in my car, in my house and in my room. I missed Mrs Kamille Reid.
Heartbeat.
After she was done, we found our way back to the bedroom. Kamille’s movements were sluggish, her words still slurred. I couldn’t help but admire her delicate frame, but I knew better than to act on impulse. She would hate me forever.
“You should rest.” I suggested but she began to undress, her actions a mixture of exhaustion and intoxication. I gulped hard.
“What are you doing?” I asked barely in control of the emotions I was battling with.
“It’s too hot in here.” She replied and continued ripping off her clothes.
Damn! She was so beautiful.
I watched as she stripped herself of her clothing. Then she cuddled herself up in the duvet. Her body was inviting, her skin was mesmerizing. I yearned for her.
Fuck! Even my breathing became erratic.
Kamille looked up at me, her eyes pleading. “Please, stay with me.” she implored, her vulnerability tugged at my heart. I hesitated for a moment, torn between my desire to protect her and my own overwhelming emotions. But in the end, I could not do something now she would regret much later when she was sober.
“No Kamille. You should rest now, I’ll go get more sheets.” I replied and walked away into the closet. My body was heating up just by the sight of her. My mind imagined a million little things I could do to her body that would leave her wanting for more. But I pushed them aside out of respect for her.
I stood going through the rack of clothes when I felt soft palms snake up my now bare chest from behind.
Oh no Kamille. Does she really not know what she’s doing?
The little man down my groin became superly excited despite the battle I was having in my mind. I cannot allow myself take advantage of her. But her fingers lingered. I cursed under my breath.
“Don’t leave me alone. Stay with me.” She said softly as she leaned into my back. I could feel her warm breath sending ripples down my spine. Her soft skin called out to my deepest soul. I just couldn’t resist her plea.
“Alright, I’ll stay.” I replied. I quickly put on a pyjamas, then I walked back with her into the room and slipped under the covers beside her.
As we lay together, Kamille snuggled up to my arms. While resting her head on my arm, her palms danced on my chest.
This was harder than I thought it would be.
“You know the best thing that ever happened to me in this life was my children. They had been my reason to live.” She began talking.
“They’re all beautiful children just like their mother.” I replied and began stroking her hair subconsciously.
“I’m really blessed to have them. When this world left me in darkness, they became my four lucky stars. They light my world up.” Her voice filled with love and gratitude. I was tempted to ask about their father or whether she remarried, but I decided against it. I would not want to infuriate her.
Or maybe I just loved the feel of her skin on mine and wouldn’t want to see her go.
My restraints were gradually weakening as she snuggled even closer. If she moved any closer the thin line between my self restraint and having her would snap. I wish she knew.
She turned over to face me. Her eyes roamed my face in admiration and so did her hands. She trailed her soft and delicate fingers over my jaw line, traced them over my lips, she took them back to my chest, it grazed over my nipples.
Fuck Kamille. You’re playing with fire. I let out a soft groan.
“You are so perfect. I get drowned in the ocean of your blue eyes and your firm body is always drawing me in.” She whispered against my face. Her words were tender and sincere. I found myself unable to resist.
I caressed her cheeks softly. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met and known, Kamille.” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. “Despite having four kids you still look so young and pretty. ” She blushed.
Damn it! Why was she so gorgeous and sexy? I could do anything to have her remain drunk. I need her in my life. She made me feel alive. I let go of every self restraint and leaned in to kiss her.
Kamille responded eagerly, her body melting into mine, we kissed as though we were starved of it.
I was and so was she. She hungered for my touch just as I hungered for hers.
The kiss deepened and soon I had Kamille right under me. Her body fitted perfectly right under mine. I let my hands and tongue take a tour around her soft skin. I caressed her delicate curves with my large palm. She moaned in delight. I could not hold it in much longer. I straddled myself in between her and surrendered to my desires, her soft moans encouraged me on. In that moment, everything else faded away, leaving us in the delight of pure ecstasy.
The night grew more quite except for the heaving of our breaths as we struggled to steady it. I glanced at Kamille’s exhausted but satisfied face and smiled.
“Goodnight love.” I whispered, holding her close as she drifted off to sleep. I had happy dreams.