Gabriel's Mile

Chapter 2.

            Gabriel became Thomas the minute he enfolded Mina into his arms. With her touch, every memory, every moment ever shared between her and her dead husband passed instantly to him. He simply was Thomas.

She clung to him desperately as he held and stroked her gently, murmuring words of endearment and comfort while she cried, too overcome as yet for words. But he could slow time for Mina. Give her every minute; every second and every millisecond of what there was of it that remained. He would use it all so she would not awaken from this reality, to be yet again old and alone. Never again.

     And then he allowed Thomas, the essence of Thomas to come through. Smiling now as he watched the colors and energy of the love these two had once shared expand and fill the space between and around them. Watched, as it grew bigger still mushrooming outward, pulsing like a beacon as pure light and power converged. They were simply glorious.

If only mankind could harvest but a fraction of the energy of their emotions, there’d be no need for the constant search for a sustainable source. Yet they did not even realize the enormous potential of the life force that powered up from the moment of conception. Nor did they see it drain away from it’s casing in that instant of death; dispersing like dust to the four winds. Didn’t see. Couldn’t, wouldn’t see, until the very end that very same energy all around them, had always been there. That all living things were simply part of the stream of connected consciousness, flowing throughout the universe. For humanities vanities and variants dictated their actions as they waged war on their own survival throughout the ages. Seeking not the pleasure and purpose of the here and now, but in constant craving of their eventual redemption in what came after.

So he held Mina in his arms and stroked her sorrow into passion, watched as it flared and enflamed with such an aching beauty that it still after all this time, had the power to enthrall. He lifted her high above him as she clung to his shoulders and nuzzled against the warmth of her belly, tasting her skin and groaning with impatience. He was starving for what she alone could give him and he had no compunction about taking it all. Yet in the taking, he could make it worth her while. He would give her that. Again and again until her exhaustion eventually won out and the fragile tether that held her in place to this life separated.

Inhaling and closing his eyes, he reveled in the warmth of her blood rich flesh and sensuous femininity. He could smell the heated arousal of her pussy softening and readying for his mouth. His cock and abruptly, he could wait no longer.

Carrying her from the pool, he lay her down in softness upon the bed as the flicker of candle light cast a gentle glow over shimmering wet flesh. It drew his eye to the loveliness of her as he moved to lie beside her, gathered her close so they lay on their sides and brought his mouth to hers.

The kiss went on forever. He was sated with her energy long before their wet mouths parted. Could have stopped there. But he didn’t. Fascinated by her response to his touch he let his hands tease and torment. Pinch and grasp and watched her face as she melted into him in appreciation. She was glorious and generous in her giving and he wanted. Needed it all; the way she arched her back and thrust her breasts against him when he yanked her head back by her hair. The way she lifted one long smooth leg and draped it over his hip and rocked against him. He directed the flow of energy to fill and swell his shaft harder. Fuller and thicker as he pushed back against her. Rocked it between her slick lips and teased her until her juices flowed over his cock in a heated rush and she cried out. With eyes wide open, her mouth an ‘o’ of ecstasy as her rosy cheeks blossomed under his onslaught. And he hadn’t even tasted her yet…

Her nipples had turned to stone as he bent and slid one into his mouth, drawing hard upon the sensitive tip and sucking it deep. Not letting her body come down, but fanning the flames once more. He pushed the flesh together and ran his tongue across in a lazy sweep from swollen tip to swollen tip and relished her startled whimpers and her building cries. On and on, still stroking his cock between her velvet soft lips, from root to crown until she mewled in frustration and tried to force the head inside her tight sheath. Until her words poured free as she begged him to fill her up. Told him how she ached to feel his cock stretch her, abrade her most intimate flesh again and leave her sore and satisfied as only he could. To feel anew the splash of his seed as he branded her womb, her heart and her head. For he lived there still.

“Love me Thomas…it’s been so very long. Free me from my torment my love. My beautiful man.” Harsh whispered words that broke into a sob. Just words that he lifted and cradled. Eased with a soft “Shhhhhhhhhh there sweetheart…there my love, I am yours ever and always love. Ye can take me in you. Squeeze my cock and beat your sweet feet upon my ass, flay my back with your nails love, bite me. Fuck yes! You feel so hot, so sweet and saturated my love…..I could never…ever get enough of you! I love you! Love you Mina. Even when you’d suck me cock dry with your scalding wet pussy, all I ever wanted…..needed, was to love ya again.