Heaven’s Embrace

Jet lag couples with electric anticipation of a long awaited rendezvous with a foreign stranger, causing the synapses of Abbey’s body to fire erratically. Waiting by the baggage claim in the British airport, her mind fights with her body to stay awake. The soft, warm crease between her thighs however, is wide awake, eagerly throbbing.

On the plane she had not been able to sleep, knowing soon she would be folded in to the arms of the man who had made her so happy over the last month. Everything he said, everything about him, propelled Abbey into a state of bliss she had not yet achieved. Even when she explored herself, under his direction, the sensation upon climax was more intense than most she had felt with a man inside her.

Abbey knew the dangers of meeting people online. How, even over video conference, you really can’t know someone until you are with them. What waited for her beyond the airport security doors? Would Abbey’s tall, handsome doctor be real or would he fall in to the much dreaded “too good to be true” category? Still, something had compelled her to cross the Atlantic Ocean to meet her cyber Prince Charming.

Luggage trailing behind her, Abbey moves in what seems to be slow motion, towards the exit where she will finally be face to face with the subject of her fantasies. Each step fills her body with a rush of adrenaline. Her heart races so fast that she begins feeling light headed. Travelers rush past her. The automatic, sliding doors open and close with each passerby. Abbey’s eyes quickly dart about to see if she can catch a preliminary glimpse, but the adrenaline and sleepless delirium makes it impossible to focus. With a deep breath and one last primp, Abbey walks through the sliding doors, down the ramp to the crowd of welcomers.

A blazing rush of panic bubbles through her veins as Abbey scans the crowd for the face she has fallen in love with. Images of being stranded in a British airport play through her mind while her father’s childhood lectures of never trusting a man blare like a loud speaker in her ears. Her head spins, body about to lose all ability to remain erect when strong, gentle fingers lace themselves in to hers.

Dr. Madison Andrews is a gorgeous specimen of a man. Physically built like a Greek God with the spiritual architecture of a devout yogi, yet he oozes sensuality. His features are exquisitely chiseled. Abbey is not disappointed.

After embracing and exchanging pleasantries, Madison escorts Abbey out of the airport into the chill of the early morning air. Snuggled together in the back of a taxi, Abbey relays the excitement of her travels as Madison sweetly strokes her long hair.

Just after three in the morning, they open the door to their playground. An alluring scent washes over her as Abbey enters the Presidential Suite. Billowing, white lace slowly twirls across the opening of the balcony doors. Rose pedals mark the way to the king sized poster bed, spilling over with luxurious Egyptian cotton and voluptuous pillows. All around the room, candles beacon the lovers to join in their sultry endeavors.

Abbey’s heart fills with warmth. “This is Heaven!”

Madison lightly grabs her shoulders, turning her to face him. Radiant emerald eyes search her soul.

“Angel, you are my heaven!”

Cupping her blushing cheeks tenderly in his mighty hands, his sweet, supple lips embrace her breathless mouth.  Abbey melts in to his touch, head spinning with delight. Lovingly, their lips dance with each other like expertly choreographed performers.

Madison’s arms surround her, wrapping Abbey in his warm caress.

Passions ignite as their bodies mold to one another. Kisses become more fervent. Tongues explore.

Abbey’s body aches under the seduction of Madison’s touch. Hips gyrate, sacred gateway throbs, longing to be filled with his love.

Instinctively, Madison lifts Abbey off of the ground and carries her effortlessly over to the bed, where he gently lays her down among the soft sheets. Waves of anticipation and fear lap against her body. Breaths become shallow, muscles tighten. Madison sees the fear.

Lying next to her, Madison leans over Abbey stroking the skin of her cheek, gazing lovingly in to her eyes. “You are safe here with me, my Angel. Nothing has to happen. Feeling your warmth against me, touching your silky skin, worshipping the beauty that is you, is more than enough to satisfy me.”

Tears of immense joy threaten to burst forth as Abbey’s fear dissolves. Madison’s pure, unconditional love permeates her soul.

Abbey rolls over. Moist, red lips meet again, soft and sweet. A deep yearning to feel Madison’s passion, flows through every inch of her form. Starring in to his adoring eyes, Abbey quietly pleads “Make love to me, Madison!”

Tracing his hand around the side of Abbeys face, he kisses her tenderly, urging her to rest back in to the comfort of the pillows. He discovers her skin with his velvety mouth: cheeks, neck, collarbone. Hand resting between her heaving breasts, hearts beat in time. Quiet gasps of pleasure seep from Abbey’s mouth.

Finding the bottom seam of her shirt, Madison slips his hands beyond the barrier, running them gently and slowly along Abbey’s sides. Chills envelope her skin. Body yearns. Gradually, Madison exposes her nakedness, kissing each inch as it appears.

They work together to delicately remove each others’ clothing. Abbey reaches for him, to show him her love but tonight it is all about her, Madison wants to worship at the temple of his goddess. Abbey submits.

Every last morsel of her body connects to his touch. Abbey breaths in the surging passion, controlling the urge to pounce. Candlelight flickers off of Madison’s smooth skin with each movement. When he enters her, she is ready, ecstasy on the edge of betrayal. Their love intertwines perfectly. Abbey is completely filled. Each stroke, immeasurable rapture.

They make love until the sun peaks over the horizon. Beams of light dance off their skin as they lay in each others’ embrace. A cool breeze slithers through the balcony doors, awakening the exhausted lovers. Abbey shudders as a chill runs down her spin.

Madison crawls out of their sanctuary and walks across the room. Returning to Abbey’s side, he is holding a bath robe. She stands and allows him to enfold her in the warmth of the garment. He holds her close, head pressed against his chest.

“I love you, Abbey.”

“I love you too, Madison.” Truer words have never passed her lips. In his arms she feels safe, elated, but most of all, loved.

Hand in hand they go out onto the balcony to meet the dawn of their new life together.