She sat alone in the cemetary, recalling memories. How much she had changed since she had last been in this very spot. So many thoughts clouded her mind. So much time had passed, she was different now. Things were different. She drew in a deep breath and stared at the moon. Peaceful darkness all around her.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him, watching her from the shadows. Always he was waiting in the shadows. She was surprised she had not felt him earlier; the power between them had been strong. He stayed in the shadows, quiet. She thought of his voice, deep sensual. She wished he would speak. Sadness passed between them, a longing, and the twisted tormented love they had thrown upon each other.
She closed her eyes. She remembered his touch, the way he had held her, gentle when needed, but rough and deep.
Feeling his presence, made the arduer come to life. She could feel the warmth and wetness clinging her underwear, to her hotness. She looked around, they were alone and he was watching her every move. Neither of them spoke. She slid her hand inside her clothes, slowly teasing herself, her head back, she thought of him. The memory of his hands on her body, his hungry kisses caressing her.
Then as if hed felt her body calling him, he was there. Her eyes closed she felt his hands slowly lifting her shirt, he gently kissed her, drawing back she could see the hunger in his eyes too. An uncertain confusion passed between them, then only blind hunger.
She couldnt keep her eyes closed; she had to see every inch of him. She had to know that this wasnt some random dream, some memory of what theyd shared. She carefully pulled off his jeans, bringing his boxers along with them. She caressed the length of him, recalling the familiar feel of his skin. The overwhelming feel of two bodies who knew each other, two souls caressing each other. She covered him in feverish kisses, tasting every inch of his body. Forgetting who they were, and where they were, they tore at each other, drinking in the powers that passed between them. His kisses were rough, rushed. She could taste blood on her lips. She tore at his shirt, biting his skin, tracing her way to his neck. Lingering there, nibbling she tasted him. She bit harder, and he cried out, a little bit of pleasure mixed with pain. She was excited to the point of orgasm. She wanted all of him, blood, sweat, semen. She nibbled and kissed down his chest, rushing to get to his erection. She quickly took his penis into her mouth; he slid his fingers inside her, massaging her, teasing her as he done in and out of bed so many times.
Wrapping his other hand in tangles of her hair, he gripped her and guided her along the length of him. He grabbed her hair and pulled her up to his mouth kissing her harder now, as she slid him into her. Power washed through her body. She clawed at his back, grabbing onto whatever she could to keep him in her, bring him deeper inside her. He sunk his teeth into her neck. She rode him harder. She reached orgasm as he drank from her, losing herself in him. Breathless, he released her. She continued to slide herself the length of him, with every thrust a familiar power rushed through their bodies. They moved together until the power took over throwing them both into a rolling orgasm. Laying there quiet in the darkness, an understanding passed between them, something they knew too well. They quietly dressed, the air was thick with emotion, yet neither of them spoke. There was nothing they could really say, hadnt their bodies said it all. She watched him walk back into the shadows; she could feel him, his energy fading as he got further away. And then he was gone. That was the way things were, always had been. That was the way it had to be. It was all they knew.