Black Sun by Clifford Beck - HTML preview

Chapter 23

With several bottles of water outside the shower door, Abigail stood inside, splashing sparing amounts of water on her naked skin. Although the water was almost unbearably cold, the sensation of it running down her skin was something she had missed over the last few days. It provided her with a feeling of pleasure she had never before experienced. It felt good to be clean; to be human. After Abigail's skin was cleansed of the last few days of hardship, she grabbed the last two bottles of water. Opening one, she soaked her hair, working in a handful of shampoo from a nearby bottle. Opening the second, she used small amounts to rinse the heavy liquid out, until her hair squeaked between her fingertips. Ordinarily, it would have taken very little time, but given the stress of the last few days, Abigail insisted on indulging herself with one of the most basic of creature comforts. She would take her time in an activity that she would perform only as the necessary amount of water was available.

Shivering from the cold water, Abigail stepped out of the shower as her skin burst into goose flesh and, grabbing a towel, quickly dried away the frigid drops. She wrapped the towel around her body, just above her breasts, as she heard the lock on her front door turn. The fact that Abigail was expecting Ryan to return did little to prevent her from a startled response. Stepping into the apartment, Ryan dropped a backpack on the floor and commented on how much food there had been in the building. But as he raised his eyes, the image of Abigail, dressed in nothing more than towel removed him from their circumstances and threw him into a trance-like place, absent of everything but what was about to occur. “Uh, hey,” he said.

His gaze began at her knees and rose, inch-by-inch, to her bare shoulders, then her warm brown eyes. Abigail felt a warm glow come over her and pulling the towel further over her breasts lifted its bottom edge, leaving little to the imagination as to what was beneath it. Closing the door, Ryan remained hypnotized by Abigail's near naked body and as he locked the door she raised a finger and motioned him closer.

“I think it’s your turn to wash up,” she said. With the backpack of food lying on the floor, Ryan rushed up to her and embracing each other, kissed deeply. Caught up in the anticipation of what was shortly to come, he reached up and pulled the towel from Abigail's body, letting it fall to the floor. Quickly responding, Abigail grabbed his belt and began disrobing him as the sweat of arousal rose to their skin. But as their bodies became intertwined, there again drifted the odor of the past few days and breaking the moment, Abigail grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the shower. His willingness to follow her was more than obvious as his eyes wandered from the back of her neck and down to her legs, pausing somewhere in between.

By the time they got to the shower, Ryan was completely disrobed. With the door left open, the shower stall was just big enough for one person, but eager to carry out what they had been craving, Ryan and Abigail managed to get in together. Now, with a giggle of excitement, Abigail picked up one of the remaining bottles of water and pouring it down Ryan’s chest, allowing it to quickly run down the front of his legs.

“Jesus Christ,” he said. “That’s fucking cold!” Continuing to giggle, Abigail looked down, then up into his eyes and remarked about his reaction.

“I think I can warm that up a bit,” she said. She briefly turned away and, grabbing a bottle of shampoo, turned it upside down and began squeezing its contents down his abdomen, watching as it ran further.

“I think that’s enough,” she said.

Returning the bottle to its place, Abigail poured a bit more water down Ryan’s stomach as she reached down and began mixing it with the shampoo, working it into a foamy mass. In spite of the cold water, Ryan’s body relaxed while his eyes rolled back slightly as Abigail's hands gently rubbed it into his warm swollen flesh.

Ryan was quick to reciprocate and, putting an arm around the small of Abigail's back, let his fingertips wander down her stomach as he pulled her in. Now, with passionate exuberance, they found themselves following a different road, one that would repeatedly lead to ecstatic exchanges of sensation and climactic fury. But, with the cold water and the discomfort of sitting in the small shower, Abigail paused long enough to pull Ryan to his feet, encouraging him to her bed.

“I’m getting cold,” she whispered. “Come and warm me up.” Quickly rinsing off the shampoo Abigail had been so generous with, Ryan wasted little time in following her across the short distance to her bed. They giggled with childlike excitement as they tumbled together with arms and legs intertwined, their mouths repeatedly pressing together in passionate anticipation. With Abigail now lying on top of him, Ryan’s fingertips found the middle of her back and slowly ran them down her spine as she took a deep gasp of arousal, her skin exploding into goose-flesh. All sense of reason left as time came to a halt. With a single fingertip slightly inside her willing body, Ryan manipulated her until Abigail arched her back, pushing herself away from his shoulders, her elbows locked as her mouth opened with a silent roar.

Now, with his own arousal fully achieved, Ryan pulled Abigail against him as he rolled over, pinning her back to the bed and as they kissed passionately, he hooked his arms around the inside of her knees. Abigail's face lit up with excited anticipation as he rolled her back onto her shoulder blades. With his hands holding her body in place, Abigail reached down a gentle hand and guided him into her feverish body. As he buried himself inside her, Abigail let out a deep gasp as her fingernails dug into his arms. Withdrawing almost completely, Ryan felt the warm rush of passion coursing through his blood and, after a moment of hesitation, aggressively drove himself into her. Losing himself to his impending release, he gave in, not only to his base urges but also the full awareness of how deeply he felt for her. And as Abigail's breathing quickened, she wrapped her legs around Ryan’s hips as he picked her up by the small of her back, continuing to feed her willing body, never pausing for even the briefest moment. Soon, Abigail's breathing deepened as she reached the height of release and with her back arching, her soul let loose the caged animal of sensual pleasure as Ryan also responded in kind.

Now breathless, they tore their sweat covered bodies from each other as Ryan rolled off onto the bed. “Jesus Christ,” Ryan said. “I didn’t think I’d ever do that again.” Abigail giggled and, turning towards him, asked a rather personal question.

“How long has it been?”

Ryan hesitated as he caught his breath while his mind went back to the tragedy that had been his marriage. “A few months, I guess,” he replied.

Putting an arm around his chest, Abigail grinned as she spoke teasingly.

“Well,” she began. “I guess we’re going to have to bring you up to speed then.”

With a broad grin across his face, Ryan turned to face her and, putting his arms around her, kissing her deeply. “I think I can take you up on that,” he replied. Now, with the sweat cooling from their bodies, Abigail felt overtaken by a sudden chill as she pulled the covers up over them and soon, exhaustion gave way to sleep as they both drifted off into the arms of Morpheus.