The Persistence of Memory

Chapter Nineteen

"Aidan..." she pants.  I feel her legs begin to tremble as her thighs tighten and clench around me. She fists the sheets hard as her body levers up off the bed.  An instant later she spills into my mouth, over my lips, and I groan and pant against her while I suck her orgasm onto my tongue. It's the shortest amount of time it's taken me to make her come with my mouth. Am I getting better at it?

When her body stops moving and all that's left is the slight tremble in her legs, I slowly kiss my way up her body starting at her thigh. Then to her stomach and up to the valley between her breasts, moving my mouth across to suck softly and loudly on each nipple. From there I lick my way up to her throat where I suck and bite her soft warm skin.

As I do all of this she makes soft pleasured, noises and strokes her fingers tenderly across over my shoulders. I drag my mouth up to her chin until I reach her lips where I kiss her deep and soft, stroking her tongue with my own. Her arms move around me and she kisses me back hard, moaning as she presses her soft body into mine.

"Mmmm... I thought I was dreaming that at first," she whispers when I move away from her mouth. I pull my head up and touch my nose to hers.

"Dream about me a lot do you?"

She smiles. "Just once actually,"

"Oh really? When?" I nuzzle my face in her neck, biting softly.

"It was after the day in the park after I kissed you."

"Mhmm.... Tell me more..." I place another kiss then another bite on her jaw. Yeah, that was a good day. It hadn't ended how I want it to but that didn't matter anymore.

"We were in the park and it was raining like it did that day. We were lost. We kept walking around it trying to find the way out but we couldn't. It was empty except for us, and I think after a while we just stopped looking for the way out and kept walking.  Eventually, it stopped raining but we could see it was still raining outside the park. Strange," her voice is deep and heavy with sleep.

I pull up to frown at her. "Ok and at what point did we have sex?"

She smiles. "We didn't. Nothing sexual happened whatsoever."

"Your dreams are fucking terrible," I tell her with a shake of my head.

She hits me softly on the arm. "I thought it was sweet."

"I don't want fucking sweet, I want pornographic. I want filthy." I press myself into her and she rolls her eyes, smiling still.

"Do you ever think of anything other than sex?"

"Lots of things."

"Name one."

I have to think about it. "James Bond."

She looks confused and then a small laugh breaks from her throat. "James Bond?"

I nod and move off her so that we're lying side by side, me flat on my back and her on her side facing me. She moves closer, pressing herself into the side of my body as she begins to run her fingers through the hair on the top of my head. It's comforting.

"He was such a fucking dick. How did he manage to get so many women to fall into bed with him? I never understood it. I mean he was the ultimate chauvinist wanker.

She places her other hand on my chest and begins to trace her fingers in a circle over the small patch of pointless hair. Her touches are light and delicate and almost ticklish.

"I'm not sure... he sort of had something," she muses.

"Seriously?" I turn to her. "Like what? What did he have? And don't say the car?"