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Remember Part 13 I quickly realized that where we were headed was not the same place he...we had lived before, but his new condo was simply beautiful. I recognized some of the furniture pieces, but most was new and instead of the hodge-podge of hand me downs and garage sale pieces, he actually had a coordinated set of furnishings. Dark and beautiful paintings covered some of the walls, and another was filled with awards and pictures. I paused for a moment to study them, touching a photograph I recognized that was taken of the four guys in front of the studio where we worked together, where we first met. David approached me from behind and wrapped his strong arms around my waist, kissing the back of my neck. "You've done really well for yourself." "Yes, but I keep those old pictures up there to keep it all in perspective. To remind me of where I came from." He tugged me away from the display. "Come on, let me show you the rest of the place." We completed the tour in the master bedroom. Everything was new, except for the wrought iron headboard that I remembered so well. I ran my fingers over the curve of the metal, smiling as I noticed a mark that remained there, left by a handcuff experiment that had gotten a little out of hand. It was going to be strange tonight, sharing this bed with him again. It brought an odd mix of emotions that I hadn't expected, and I wondered briefly if I should have stayed at the hotel. No, it was one night; I'm leaving tomorrow morning. I'll just have to try not to think into it too much, and I'll be okay. I dug around in my suitcase for my shampoo. "I need to take a shower before I go to bed, I smell like barbecue smoke and roast corn." He laughed. "Good enough to eat. Do you mind if I join you?" "Please do. You can be my towel boy!" “But I don’t want to be towel boy. Can’t I be dungeon master?” “I didn’t bring the handcuffs with me, my little deviant. How about if I just be your slave?” “I think I can handle that.” I began to undress as I walked away from him. He followed the trail of clothes, leaving his behind as well, and joined me in the spacious shower. I soaped up my body, slow and deliberate, as he watched me, getting harder with each passing moment. He pulled me to him, kissing me and pressing his tongue between my lips, but I continued washing, now including him in the process. He closed his eyes, obviously relishing the feeling of my lathered hands sliding over his skin. I felt as if I was discovering him anew. His lips had always intrigued me, his eyes so magnetic, but his body just made me beg. My eyes followed my fingers as I traced up his arms, over his chest and stomach; he was toned, not as thin as I remembered, but still as handsome, still sexy. Just as when I first met him. He just had more to hold on to now, I thought, as I reached back to squeeze his ass. I knelt down to lather up his legs and let my lips brush over his cock. I saw his hands curl into fists in anticipation and I wanted to take him into my mouth right then, but first we needed to get this soap off. I stood up and pulled us under the stream to rinse off. I picked up my shampoo, but he snatched it from me, turning me around to face away from him. I closed my eyes, feeling goosebumps begin to rise on my skin, as he proceeded to wash my hair. He caressed my scalp, sliding my hair through his fingers. "It's so beautiful, now, so long." I mumbled a thank you, relaxing under his touch. If he weren’t already such an accomplished musician, I'd say he could make a living as a masseuse. He finished my hair, twisting it and draping it over my shoulder. My back still facing him, he pressed against me, cupping my breasts in his hands and teasing his thumbs over the nipples. I moved my hips in small circles, rubbing his hardness against my ass, hearing him groan into my neck. He released me as I turned around to quickly rinse my hair out, feeling him tracing the path of the water over my breasts and stomach. I gazed at him as the warmth showered over me, studying the droplets of water that trickled down his face and chest. Pulling him into my embrace, I drank from that water, licking and sucking at his neck and shoulders. I felt mad with desire, wanting to taste him everywhere, wanting to repay him for the pleasure his mouth had given me earlier. I trailed a path with my mouth, slowly sinking to my knees. I ran my hands up the insides of his thighs, feeling his muscles quiver as I cupped his balls in my hand. Enclosing his shaft with my other hand, I tongued the slit and wrapped my lips just around the head. "Take it...take it all the way, please." I did, slowly, removing my hand and replacing it with my mouth as I took in every inch of him. I withdrew, tracing my tongue from base to head before taking him in my mouth again. He buried his fingers in my hair and gently guided me into his rhythm. I swirled my tongue around him as he pumped in and out of my mouth, still caressing his balls with one hand. I reached down to touch myself with my other hand, getting off on simply having him in my mouth. He began to increase the pace and I worked faster, moaning around his cock. I could feel his balls tighten and his breathing becoming more erratic. Suddenly he came, filling my mouth with his fluids. I swallowed what I could and spat out the rest, then returned to lick him clean. I met his eyes as he gazed serenely down at me, when suddenly he pulled me up quickly and pressed me against the wall, moving my hand out of the way and jamming two fingers into me. He needed but just a few strokes before I came, gasping and moaning as I leaned my head against the cool tiles. He pulled his fingers out and held me to him. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't let you go that one alone." "I'm not complaining, my dear." The water started to turn cold when we finally exited the shower. As we toweled each other off, I desperately tried to put the thought out of my head that tonight was coming to an end and tomorrow was looming ever closer. David seemed to sense my sadness, and with the towel wrapped around my back, used it to pull me against him and kiss me softly. He bade me to follow him to bed, yet I hesitated at the edge, still feeling apprehensive about sharing with him again what had once been our bed. But he gave me a seductive look and gestured with his hand to join him, and I just had to smile. There were times when I wish I could resist him, and there are times like these when I simply did not want to. I climbed in and snuggled beside him. One more night in his arms...that's all I ever wanted... It was still dark when I felt him kissing my neck and shoulder, waking me. I had my back to him as he held me, and I could feel his desire pressing against my rear. He reached around to caress me between my legs, sliding one finger into me. "You're already so wet for me." He hissed. "Damn, if I could only see into your dreams." I turned my head to kiss him, my mind still not fully awake, but my body more than ready. He threw one leg over my hips, and I parted my thighs slightly as he penetrated me. I moaned into his mouth as he slid in and out, his hand still playing with my clit. Breaking away from his lips, I turned my head back, pressing my face into the pillow and squeezing my eyes tightly shut. I could feel myself already reaching the edge as he stroked deep into me from behind. He nibbled at my earlobe and licked and nipped down my neck. Suddenly overcome, I let out a soft cry and could feel myself constricting around him, willing him to come with me. He bit down on my shoulder, pumping into me until he released. I felt his body relax against me as he kissed the bite mark. "I hope I don't leave too much of a mark on you, baby." "You already have, darling." I whispered, beginning to fall back asleep as he moved his leg and pulled out of me. He stayed spooned next to me; one arm draped over my waist, and planted one last kiss on my neck before I drifted back to sleep. Disturbed Fanfic Page Remember - Part 14 Copyright TMS2004-5   page created with Webpage Designer (NS)