THE JAILBIRD EPISODE 57
© Aaron A. A
Chris is sitting on the edge of the bed.
Effe is sitting behind the small glass-topped desk she uses for late-night edits.
Chris has just finished telling her the most sensational story ever, and she is shivering.
She is so scared.
She realizes just how close she and Junior had come to losing him again, and Darlett’s death gives credence to the magnitude of the horror.
Effe is so horrified that she can barely breathe.
She stares at the dark, violent, troubled man who is full of passion, and who is so lost in this world.
A man who is deeply hated by his own family from a very tender age and forced to fight his own battles, and who is still fighting his battles.
Effe stands up and walks slowly to him.
She sees that there are traces of tears in his eyes from the grieving his soul over Darlett’s final sacrifice.
Of course, he is like that. He is the kind of man who will cry for a man who had wanted to kill him, and in the end made the ultimate sacrifice for him.
Darlett might have been a loathsome man, a man with no scruples who will sell his mother’s soul to save his own, but in the end Darlett Thompson had been a true friend.
Chris, Chris, Chris! Why do these things happen to you? Why are you always in some kind of trouble? I guess your problem is that you trust too much and the people you trust betray you. Darlett died so that we can be happy, my love. He gave up his life for you to live a free man. Oh Chris, I’ve never gotten over you. I was very hurt when you betrayed me like that.
She is in obvious anguish, and her tears fall on his clamped hands, and burn him as if they are coals of fire.
He knows she is laying her soul bare, bringing out the festering poison that has locked her heart out.
He reaches out and places his hands on her waist.
Chris draws her forward, and nestles his face in her belly.
She is trembling.
She puts her hands on his shoulders.
And then three months after your incarceration, when I couldn’t take the pain of missing you anymore, I came to see you. The officers told me you were very dangerous and not allowed visitors. I argued with them and when they saw I was knowledgeable in the law, they told me I had to strip down for a search. Of course I knew it was wrong, but I did it just to get a chance to see you, but when I was in my bra and panties, they started to laugh, and demanded that I take everything off, but I couldn’t do it.
I felt so humiliated by their lewd remarks and gestures and ran almost naked to my car. So shattered, I told myself I was never going back to that prison. Yes, I know it’s no excuse, and that I should’ve tried harder, but afterwards my bitterness took over because my heart was bleeding, and I just wanted to be free from that torment. I’m so sorry, Chris-Love. Please forgive me.
Chris looks up at her, and then he encircles her waist with his arms, and his face is still pressed into her belly.
She traces her hands on his lips and gazes deeply into his eyes.
Make me yours again, Chris-Love! Missed you soooo much. I’ve hungered for your aura, for your halo. Your Cupid’s Bow has never left my heart!
His raises his head and pulls her closer.
He has missed her so much.
He thirsts for her.
She’s his air!
She caresses his head, and presses herself closer to him.
She runs her fingers on his naked shoulders, and runs tender fingers down on the terrible wounds on his back, feeling his pain.
It all makes perfect sense now.
Cuger has never forgiven Chris for taking out his eye, and in prison the policeman had made sure that Chris went through the worst of experiences, and she had made it worse by staying away.
She is sure that Cuger is part of this evil plan to kill Chris or get him back to prison.
She is afraid of Cuger lifting fingerprints of Chris from the scene and from the police sedan, and implicating Chris.
Effe plans of scaring Cuger, maybe with the threat that she has the Darlett confession tapes, but that can wait.
Now is not the time to be scared.
This moment, right here, is the time for living.
The moment to live.
With her man.
The only man.
She bends and kisses him, gently pushing him onto the bed.
Effe pulls away moments later and walks slowly to the door and locks it.
She turns slowly and faces him.
Put on the lights, my Angel, I want to see you. I want to see every tiny inch of your body. I have been starved of you.
She has never forgotten.
He always wanted to see her, and she always wanted to see the love on his face as he made passionate sweet love to her.
She is so emotional as she switches on the lights, feeling so sentimental that tears fill her eyes.
Chris walks to her and presses her to the door with a kiss that makes them both gasp for air when they manage to pull apart.
She drops the morning robe on the floor.
Chris pushes his hand through the negligee and touches her breasts, elongating her nipples, sending shivers of pleasure though her.
Effe feels hot, so hot with desire, and runs her hand gently up his erection, making him moan with a guttural explosion of pleasure.
He pulls her negligee off in one quick sweep.
He stops for a brief moment to stare at her with a hunger so strong and fierce that it makes the deepest hearts of hell pale to luxurious bliss, and then he lifts her and crushes her against his chest in a sweet torture of a kiss.
Chris pulls her bra off in a simple click of the hooks and slowly peels off her panties.
She knows how much he loves seeing her from behind, how her exquisite shape always takes his breath away.
She turns to him slowly, her hands on her breasts, her nipples hard, and she sees that he is fully erect, and his eyes are half-shut, and he is panting with desire.
Effe feels the slight throb in her loins, the desire trickling down her inner thighs.
He lifts her and carries her to the bed, his lips blazing a scorching path down her throat.
He puts her gently on the bed.
Without a word he turns and goes to the bathroom while she lies breathless.
He returns after a while with a white towel around his waist.
Walking slowly towards her, she marvels at how incredibly handsome he is.
He suddenly swings her into his arms and, kissing her, carries her to the bathroom.
Time stops, and it feels like Effe’s heart will burst with happiness as she surrenders herself to him.
He puts her in the Jacuzzi, and she feels the sweet lukewarm water over her body, made heavenly by the soaps and fragrant lotions he has added.
She closes her eyes and moans as he gently bathes her, his hands whispering all over her body, his fingers filled with fire and ice.
Her body has never known such pleasure.
She cries silently, filled with a love so powerful, a desire so strong, that she wishes time will never move again.
His sweet hands loves her body from her face to her toes.
He lifts her up, sets her on the drying patch, picks a towel, and gently dries her body, pausing to kiss her lips, her ears, her eyelids, her throat, her neck, her nipples…
Chris dries her body and kneels down to dry her legs.
His tongue finds her navel and travels down sensously and rests on the juncture of her thighs.
She moans and trembles as his tongue works on her, and she reaches furiously for him, but he steps out of her reach.
He carries her to the bed, takes a gentle body splash, and gently massages her, lingering on her core zones, driving her so crazy that she is like in a permanent fissure of volcanic pleasure.
Time and again she reaches for him, moans for him, but he stays maddeningly out of reach.
She is simply leaking!
He leaves her, and she moans with frustration, but he smiles lovingly and goes to the bathroom.
He returns a few minutes later and stands looking down at her with his face filled with a love so deep, an adoration so perfect, a craving so hot, a need so insatiable and a worship so flawless that her tears fall gently as the power of the moment grips her relentlessly.
If you don’t make love to me now, I’ll die, or I’ll kill you, Chris-Love.
He drops the towel, his face filled with adoration.
Effe…my angel. My breath. My life.
When he drops beside her their kiss is as fierce as the exotic depths of the most powerful volcano.
She turns him on his back and straddles him.
Chris gives off a deep groan.
A moan she is so familiar with.
A moan that means he cannot take it anymore.
And a moan that means he is ready.
She takes him and guides him slowly inside her warm sweetness.
He gasps, and his hands come up to cup her breasts, his thumbs elongating her excited nipples.
She falls forward, her lips seeking his violently, desperately.
They fall into the old rhythm as if they have never been apart.
She moans and gasps as wave after wave of pleasure engulfs her.
He is panting, his arms around her, going down her waist, rubbing sensuously across her thighs, coming up to grasp her beautiful buttocks, caressing her, loving her, killing her with love.
His lips blaze a sweet song along her throat, her ears and on her lips.
Oh, oh, oh… Chris-Love!
She moves in frenzy on him, racing towards that climax.
Oh, Ah, oh Loorrrd! Slow down, Angel! Missed you so much! I don’t wanna explode now… make it last! I don’t want it to stop!
I … can’t stop! Oh, Chris-Love! Don’t stop! Don’t … stop!! Push me, Chris-Love, push me haaaaarrrrd!!!
Love you. Love you! Oh, I love you! Don’t stop Chris! I want all of you. I want you bad!
They grasp each other tightly, as if for survival, and they both reach the penultimate, and their muffled screams are evidence of the incredible volcanic explosion ripping them apart!
Screams of love starved, of passion repressed, of basic bestial craving throttled…for far too long!
It is love…in its purest form!
To be continued
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