“Hi, Mickey. I am so sorry. I was not able to call you for some odd reason.”
“I hope everything is good?” Mickey asked with concern.
“Yes, don’t worry, everything is fine. I will explain everything to you later, the next time we see each other. I told you that day that there are some secrets in my life… it was just a complication because of that. Mickey, I want you know each and every detail about me.”
“I missed you, Stephan.” Mickey said as her voice lowered.
“I missed you too, and don’t be sad. We will meet soon. And I promise, you will never feel sad,” Stephan said, and Mickey suddenly felt happy and lively.
“All right, Stephan, I need to go to home now. I will give you a call once I get home.” They hung up, and Mickey took Sarai home.
He’d sent her little gifts, including a pristine white orchid, which were his way of keeping his memory alive in her. The snow globe with a foreboding castle and one lone man standing outside the gate had become a guilty obsession.
It was affecting her work, but she soldiered through wondering when she was going to see him again.
“Don’t kill the messenger. This came for you when you were out getting coffee. I’m sure he means well, but maybe you should remind him this is still new for you. I want you to consider following in my footsteps. Love doesn’t have to be hidden from. It should be embraced until it flourishes into something amazing. The only thing I want for you is your happiness.” Sarai was busy making arrangements, with her business on everybody’s lips.
Mickey looked down at the calligraphy. It was beautifully written and invited her to his place in Australia. The pictures that accompanied the invitation made it impossible for her to decline. He was quite adept at making his mind up. Going there and experiencing what she saw in those photographs was foremost on her mind.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. There have been times where I don’t know where I’m at because you are always there. There is a cold spot in my bed begging for you. I don’t mean to pressure you. I would say you are my life but that would be creepy. Suffice it to say, missing you has been a terrible imposition that reminds me of what kind of hold you have on me. There’s a car outside waiting for you. I encourage you to take a break from reality and find yourself in the arms of your fantasy.”She stared at the words and read them over again a few times until they sank into her skull.
Mickey turned and found Sarai with her finger to her lips. “Don’t say a word, because I already know what you’re going to say. This is your story to tell. Go and make those memories before I change my mind.” Sarai ushered her out of the door to the chauffeured limousine idling at the curb.
Mickey giggled and hugged Sarai, “Thank you.”
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She was standing in front of his door with no luggage, and only the smile on her face was going to greet him when he opened it. Ringing the bell and waiting impatiently while chewing on the bottom of her lip, she had this unusual anxious energy surrounding her. She still couldn’t believe she had flown thousand miles to see him in his element where he had home field advantage.
The house was amazing, and she had to pinch herself to understand how she could be standing in front of something so magnificent. Her bubble gum tongue licked her lips as her fingers trembled at her sides.
The landscape was beautifully manicured with topiary designs of wild animals. They came alive, and she was frozen in place by the intricacies. Somebody had taken great pride in their work to bring a stable of animals to life through inanimate objects.
The double doors had this extravagant feel of royalty. It was a lavish display of wealth and sophistication in pristine white with huge Roman columns to accentuate the property. A circular driveway with several different cars in a multitude of colors and horsepower had become art pieces to be appreciated from afar without touching the unspoiled exterior.
“I have to say that you are a sight for sore eyes. What do you want to do first?” he asked, and knew the answer by the way that she was undressing him with her eyes.
“I think it would be a good idea for you to show me where the magic happens.” She narrowed her gaze to the spiral staircase leading to the haven of the bedroom and the sheets beyond.
He grabbed her hand and they raced up the stairs, shedding clothing along the way until they were naked as the day they were born when they went into the bedroom. He stripped back the sheets and pulled her to him until she was on top in control of the action.
“You’re so hard for me. I like having this effect on you.” She rubbed back and forth along his shaft, feeling the bulging evidence of his arousal throbbing underneath her.
“I have a lot of you running around in my head. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Just thinking about you makes me crave something unattainable. You are that forbidden fruit.” Stephan was enamored with her body and the way that she was looking at him with hungry infatuation.
He tried to sit up but felt her hands on his chest pushing him back down. The heat of her embrace drew him in with a long drawn out breath coming from the both of them in unison.
She slid down until not one single inch was spared. Sitting there and adjusting to his size, stretching her out in a way that seemed impossible, was making her stare at him with fire in her eyes. Moving in a circle on top of him with her fingers scratching his chest started a chain reaction.
She blinked and noticed for a fleeting second his eyes changing color. Her knees were firmly planted on the black silk sheets.
“This is where you should be all the time. The phantom presence of our last time together sustains me. It’s not enough to satisfy, but it does take the edge off.” She traced her fingers down all over his muscular physique and began to ride him slowly, with his every inch within her.
The faded memory of their time together came back in full force.
“I can’t get enough of you, Mickey. My body, my mind, my soul cries out for you across great distances. I want to kiss as lovers do.” He proved his statement by grabbing the back of her head. He was soon curling his fingers around her locks to bring her down to his lips parting for the chance to take her tongue into his mouth.
The pace quickened, with the bed shaking, smacking heavily against the wall. A painting came loose and crashed to the floor. Rocking back and forth in a rhythmic motion had them hitting the apex of their pleasure within minutes of coming together.
