ShadowShot : L'enfant Guerrier Page 16

  She said, “Well I’m waiting. Do you like it?”

  I came back to earth.

  “I’m sorry. I just lost the power of speech for a moment. You look incredible. But to be honest there’s nothing that I love more than your long silky black hair.” She smiled and came over and sat down on the bed next to me.

  “Jack you are such a gentleman. Thank you for giving me some time. I needed it. I’ve been wanting you as badly as I think you’ve been wanting me.”

  She reached over and squeezed my member through the sheet. She still held it as she lifted the sheet up and slid underneath into my arms. I took her face in both of my hands and gently kissed her lips and her eyes. I wanted our first time together to be slow and passionate, every move meant to be as if it was in slow motion.

  Then she was on top of me. I was kissing her neck. She was gently biting mine. My hand ran down the back of her spine to her buttocks. I took both halves in my hands. She held me captured between her thighs. Her kisses were becoming more intense. As she started slithering up my chest to draw me up inside of her I could feel her wetness. I wasn’t going to let her have me yet. I rolled over. Now I was on top. I arched my back as if to get away from her. She wrapped her legs around me with her arms around my neck. She was strong and pulled me down, but I resisted. She was digging her nails into my back. Our lips were crushed together. She was ravaging my mouth with kisses. In one quick movement I was on my elbows. I came off of them and pushed her arms back above her head, held her hands down and lowered myself into her. At the same instant she arched her back, pushed her pelvis up and we both exploded exactly at the same moment. It wasn’t the way I foresaw it happening. It was quick, intense and incredible.

  Neither of us said anything. We just looked deep into each other’s eyes. I was still hard and still inside of her. She started very slowly moving her hips up and down and then in a rotational movement becoming more and more intense. She rolled me over. Now she was on top of me, and I arched my back so I’d be deeper inside of her. I slid my hand down between our bodies and touched her. She was so wet when I brought my hand away my fingers were dripping. I took both of her magnificent breasts in my hands and let my fingers caress her nipples. Then she did the same thing with her hand, and ran her fingers over my lips and then into my mouth. She was stroking my tongue in a rotational movement as if she was holding my member. It was happening again. We came together as she cried out my name. She lowered herself down on top of me. I held her while caressing her hair and kissing her. Then she brought herself up on her elbows. I took her by the hips and moved her up over my face. I wanted to taste her. I loved doing that while looking past her belly up at the bottom side of her breasts. I watched her face as I gave her pleasure.

  “Oh Jack I’m helpless with you but I’m not going to allow myself to get ahead of you.” She gave me her mouth.

  She said, “Jack, are you getting hungry?”

  “I’ve been hungry for you Angeline, since the day I first met you.”

  “You’re the devil my darling. Let’s take a shower together and send up for some food. Allow me to order.”

  It was a luxury hotel and the shower had four nozzles. Hot water was coming down from every direction. We soaped each other, as we kissed, smiled and laughed. Once again I became hard. We made love with the hot water streaming over us.

  “Jack are you always like this?”

  “No, only you can do this to me.” And it was true.

  We dried off and I combed her long hair out while she ordered hors d’oeuvres. We could have them while they were putting the main entrée together. It was quite a feast.

  That night we fell asleep in each other’s arms. We held each other as tight as possible. I didn’t know or care what time it was, but somewhere in the night she seduced me again. This time it was very slow and passionate. Morning didn’t come for us till almost 10 am, and we made love another time. It was noon when we actually went down for breakfast.

  I believe that we made love counting the next morning, six times in a row. There was only one other time in my life when I had bested that and it was also with her years ago. I had never been with a woman who could compare to her. Not just in bed, but in every way I could imagine, she was simply the best.

  She said she felt the same way about me. That was truly wonderful. I believed her and knew she wouldn’t lie to me. We had too much history between us.

  “Jack I have something to tell you.”

  “Ask of me anything you wish Angeline.”

  “I know that you know now, that my real name is not Angeline. It’s a good name, and I like the way you say it. However, my real name is Sophia. Do you like it? I hope you do.”

  “Of course I do it suits you, and it’s a beautiful name. So what do you say Sophia, shall we go scout out a romantic little restaurant for dinner?”

  The rest of the month was a complete fantasy for both of us. We danced, rode horses on the beach, went deep-sea fishing, scuba dived and snorkeled, shared candlelit dinners and of course made love. As incredible as all that was, the very best was falling in love, holding her all night long in my arms and knowing that I would see her beautiful face the first thing in the morning.

  23

  LOVE ON THE BEACH

  For Sophia, finding new and different ways, and places to make love was always exciting. One morning after breakfast she said, “I have a surprise for you. Put your bathing suit on under your shorts and don’t ask any questions.”

  We drove out to the stables where we had rented horses before and got directions to the owner’s home. It wasn’t that far away, just down a secluded road on the beach.

  “Sophia my darling what are you up to?”

  “Just be patient Jack. You’ll see. The owner has a very special horse that I would like to try.”

  “In shorts Sophia?” She was driving, and leaned over to kiss me, which nearly caused us to go off the road.

  I said, “Just get us there in one piece and I won’t ask any more questions.” When we got there, the owner came out to greet us and led us around the back. His place was right on the beach and it was very private. Waiting for us there was a horse bridled with a heavily padded soft saddle that had stirrups. We were in our bathing suits. I untied the horse and mounted. I must not have had enough coffee that morning because I still wasn’t sure what was happening.

  She said, “Sir Knight will you help me up and take me away?”

  Instead of putting her left foot in the stirrup, she put in her right foot. Very adroitly she swung up and was facing me.

  She laughed and said, “Shall we go my paladin?”

  I’m quite sure there is no one in the world like my Sophia. She ran her fingers through my hair and kissed me. Off we went down the beach. After we had gone a little ways I led the horse right to the water’s edge and gave him his head. He was special all right, as gentle and calm as I had ever seen a horse.

  Sophia started kissing me passionately as only she knew how. Without much ado Sir Knight’s sword was unsheathed and ready for battle. Sophia put her arms around my neck, opened my mouth with her lips, and gently captured my tongue while she impaled herself on my sword. The waves were crashing on the beach. The smell of the sea was in our nostrils. The salt spray caressed us as the sun beat down on our naked bodies. All the while our valiant friend marched on and gave us the benefit of his rolling gait. As a particularly large wave crashed on the beach, we had a spectacular crescendo of our own.

  We dismounted. I ground tied our faithful companion and we bathed in the surf.

  When we got back to the owner’s place, we thanked him. Sophia produced some special treats for the horse. Was there anything she hadn’t thought of?

  24

  SOPHIA MEMORIES

  By the end of the third week it was clear to me that I was truly in love with this woman. I never wanted to be apart from her again. I had avoided using the L word. I didn’t want to put any pressure on her and I wanted to be
sure of my own feelings. But I could not hold myself back any longer. One night after dinner we were sitting on our deck watching the stars.

  “Sophia I’m in love with you, not like the young man I was when I fell in love with you the first time in Paris, but a mature man who wants to spend the rest of his life with you. You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved. You’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted to love. Stay with me and be the only woman forever.”

  She took my hand in hers as said, “My beautiful darling Jack, I am in love with you and I have never been in love with anyone else but you. When we met in Paris, I knew it would be so with you. It was all the more reason for me to leave. Cheri, I’m still 20 years older than you are. I’ll always be 20 years older than you are. Nothing can change that.”

  “I don’t care about that. It means nothing to me.”

  “My love, you’re in your 30s and in the prime of your life. Would it mean nothing to you when you’re in your 50s and I’m in my 70s, or when you’re in your 60s and I’m in my 80s? Oh Jack don’t you see it just can’t work?”

  “Look at you. You’re gorgeous. When you walk into a room every man would kill to be with you. Every woman would kill to be you”

  “But that won’t last forever. Would you want to be sitting at table and have the waiter say, ‘And, what would your mother like?’”

  “My love, I would simply say to him, that’s not my mother. I’m her father.”

  She laughed but said, “Be serious Jack!”

  “Sophia, older men marry younger women all the time.”

  Before I could finish she said, “Yes but you don’t see a younger man often with an older woman except for her money.” She smiled and said, “Do you want to be with me for my money Jack?”

  “Actually darling I think I have more money than you do. So the answer is no.”

  “I know what you’re thinking and it’s not just sex. It’s the way you look when you put your glasses on to read; the way you think of little details to make everything perfect. You thought to bring treats for that wonderful horse. You’re always helping an old person or a child whenever you can. There are a thousand little things and a thousand great things. Most of all, even though you haven’t really said it till just now, you make me feel that you really love me. It makes me want to love you with every fiber of my being. I see you years from now as a beautiful statuesque woman with long gray hair, dancing with her aging lover Jack, under the stars and the moon.”

  “Oh Jack what an incredible romantic you are.” When we met in Paris you were young man. I had a job to turn you into a polished lover. Yes I know George told you. I hoped that you would forgive me. It wasn’t long before I knew I needed to run because I had never met anyone like you. You were sweeping me away and that had never even come close to happening before. How could I allow myself to lose my heart to you? I know you were in awe of me. What possible future could we have had then? You were starting out on a new career, filled with uncertainties even if you didn’t know it at the time. No my angel. I had to run. And now you’re back in my life and I am madly in love with you. You’re absolutely everything I could ask for from a friend or partner. But it can’t last Jack.”

  “It can last Sophia. I have had all the gallivanting any man could ask for in one life. What I want and need is what we have here together.”

  “I believe you feel that way now Jack. But it will change.”

  “Have you not seen a handsome man together with a woman and asked yourself why would he be with her? You’ve probably seen a beautiful woman with a not very attractive man and asked the same question. The answer is simple. They love each other and that is enough.”

  “There is a difference between men and women,”

  “I’m glad you pointed that out. I’ve been wondering about that for a long time.” She punched me. “Wow that hurt. You’re stronger than you look.”

  “Then you shouldn’t interrupt me,” and she kissed me. “What I was going to tell you was that men age more slowly. When a woman starts to age it goes much faster.”

  “I promise you Sophia. I would never leave you. It seems pretty ridiculous for me to be saying this to you when you could have any man you want in the world. You could always have plastic surgery when the time came if you felt you needed it.”

  “Even so there’s a limit to what they can do surgically to stop aging.”

  “What do I have to do to convince you? The only thing that matters is that we’re together. How about if I get plastic surgery to make me look older? Will that help? Please don’t punch me again.”

  “Jack you are delightfully impossible. Even beyond our age difference there are other potential problems. Neither of us has ever been with just one person for very long. We may think that this is what we want, but it may not be who we are. You like living in the mountains and deserts. I know that it’s beautiful and I would love it for a time just because we were together. But you know I’m accustomed to life in the fast lane. I don’t know that I could change.”

  “You wouldn’t have to change. We could have both. Don’t you think I love this also?”

  “I know you have some money as I do, but to live like this year round would take a lot.”

  “Well baby I already have two properties that I own completely, outfitted with everything we would need in a home. We would just need to have money to jet around the world half the year.”

  She buried her face in my chest and started crying.

  “Sophia, Sophia why are you crying?”

  “Because I love you so much. I thought of you so many times over the years. I had to fight to keep myself from trying to contact you. When I reached George to ask for help, and he gave me a way to find you, the last thing he said was, I think he still loves you. You’d be a good couple.”

  I kissed away her tears and it hit me. “There’s something else isn’t there? Something you haven’t told me?”

  She nodded, took a deep breath and said, “Jack you have told me about your past. I should tell you about mine. You may not like it.”

  “Go ahead. Whatever it is it’ll be fine with me.”

  She took a moment to compose herself and then she said, “Like you I had no brothers or sisters. My mother and father had no siblings either. I was born in the North of France during World War I. We had a very small farm we practically starved. That we survived the war alone was a miracle. The one thing we had plenty of was love. My parents loved me a lot and with all of their hardships were deeply in love. There was no other family to turn to when the going became especially difficult. Nevertheless we survived. When I was about 15 my mother took sick and after three months passed away. It was the time of the Great Depression. My father and I were heartbroken and life became even more difficult. My parents were not educated. The schools in our village were poor at best. I studied hard and always had the best grades in our school. If there was ever any extra money my father would bring home books for me to read or he would borrow them when he could.

  My father may have been poor and uneducated but the gods had given him one special gift. He was uncommonly handsome. After Mother died there was no shortage of widowed women who wanted him. It would’ve made our lives easier had he taken a new wife. His love for my mother was just too complete. He couldn’t be with another woman.

  One day when I was about 17 he said, “Sophia we must talk of an important matter. Your mother and I always wanted the best for you. You’ll never have a life here, as I’m sure you know. You have become an incredibly beautiful young woman. All the young men are attracted to you. I see that all the older men want you as well. And yet you seldom let a young man take you out or give them a chance to court you. Why is that?”

  I answered him, “Because I’m not interested in any of them.”

  He understood and said, “Sophia some of them no doubt are good boys, but its true there’s much more to you than any of them. Many girls your age are already married. I don’t want that for you. I don’t wan
t you to become pregnant and have to marry some boy and toil in the fields for the rest of your life while you raise a dozen children, or be seduced by some older man who will use you and abandon you. I know that you are of the age when you’re having sexual desires, but to give yourself or to let yourself fall in love with one of these foolish boys will ruin your life. You could have so much more. I have a letter here that’s from your mother. I have not opened it but I believe I know what it says more or less. Go and read it. We will talk afterwards. Our conversation about this must only be between the two of us.”

  “Yes Papa.” I took the letter to my room and read it. It basically said that my mother loved me and was sorry that she would not be here with me and help me when I needed her. It said my father was a good man and that she had loved him dearly. There was much he could teach me. When I came back into the room, Father had his face in his hands. I handed him the letter and he read it. Then he said, “My child I would never do anything to hurt you.”

  At that time in Europe, probably due to the war, it was not uncommon for a father to sleep with his daughter with her consent when she was a certain age. This was more often true if the family had lost their mother. I actually knew several girlfriends and knew of others who had experience this. My father had never touched me in an improper manner. I said, “Papa you want me to sleep with you?”

  “No Sophia. But I don’t want you to sleep with a young man and become pregnant. I feel you’re ready to do that very soon.”

  It was true. I had come close on several occasions, and for several years I had been satisfying myself. I had decided to give myself to this one boy not because I cared for him but because I wanted to experience sex.

  My father said there was something else as well. Before he married my mother there was a woman in his life. She now was a successful Madam in Paris. I knew this woman from childhood and we stayed friends. When Mother was alive she asked Father to write and ask this woman to take me in. She said she would with my consent. I would not work for her, but be brought up as a lady and sent to good schools. She had a beautiful home and was very wealthy.