Wildest Dreams

6

We were walking out of dinner together, holding hands. It was dark, with only the few occasional stray lights to light the ground. All I had on my mind was James. 

"Scarlet Rhodes," James suddenly lifted my hand up and twirled me, and I almost fell in surprise but he caught me and dipped, his strong arm holding me up.

"James Henderson," I said, smiling. I could see his face perfectly through the dark. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him. He shifted his weight and scooped me up, slinging his arms under my legs.

I kissed his cheek as he walked. He stopped in front of my tent, and I said, "Go in,"

He dropped me on the bed, quickly buttoning up the tent flaps. I removed my jewelry and pulled the pins out of my hair. "I'm going to change," I said. James turned around.

I got up and rifled through my dresser for my nightgown. I found it and dropped it on the bed.

"Will you unzip it for me?" I asked, referring to my dress.

James swallowed visibly, almost nervously. He came over and I tucked my hair out of the way. I felt him fumble with the zipper for a moment, then my dress loosened. I let it fall off me.

He seemed to breath a little harder. I slipped off my undergarments and told him to hand me my nightgown. He took it and helped me in it.

I turned around, pressing right up against him. I looked into his eyes and I could see the lust.

"Scarlet," He whispered. 

"Oh, James," I murmured. I took his face in my hands and brought it close to mine, kissing his cheek, nose, the corner of his mouth, his lips.

He seemed to be a car, and I had just hit the gas. He tore off his shirt and unbuttoned his trousers with a ferocity I had never seen before from anyone.

James hungrily kissed me, any piece of skin showing. It made me shiver. He touched my legs, my thighs, right on my stomach. He kissed my neck and jaw and I nearly moaned.

We crawled onto my bed, kissing the whole way. You can imagine what happened next. We were together, we were one. We loved each other with an all consuming passion.

The whole while, he would say my name, and every time, I was comforted. I was comfortable with his man and everything that he was. His voice was a familiar sound.

"What will people say when they find out?" He asks breathlessly. He paused for a moment to look at me.

"No one has to know what we do," I whispered feverishly. He didn't say anything else. He just kissed my nose, then my mouth.

Afterwards, the only thought I had was, "This is going to take me down." 

In the morning, we were wrapped up in each other, legs tangled, his hands in my hair. Despite the heat of Africa, we couldn't not be touching. 

We both woke at similar times, me first. I gazed at his handsome face until he opened one eye.

He smiled lazily. "You're amazing," He pecked my lips.