Impossible Things by Alexandra McBrayer

as his hands softly massaged her. When he made his way down to rub her calf she stretched in pleasure at the feel of his strong thumbs pressing into her. She had given many messages but she had never been on the receiving end before.
    Lucas’ hands came back up and she felt his mouth against her backside as he gently bit her. The feel of it was unexpected and a flood of wetness hit her and she turned over. He was smiling as she looked up at him, his hair was mussed and standing on end and she smiled back at him. He pulled her up to her knees and kissed her and she felt him hot and hard already against her stomach.
    She started to move to her back but he sat back on his heels and lifted her so that she was straddling him. She looked down and watched as they joined and when she looked back up at his face the desire that she saw there matched hers.
    He held her up and sat a rhythm that she was soon able to match as he pulled her to him and buried his face in her neck. She felt his mouth against her neck, open and wet as he searched for the sensitive spot that he had touched before. When he found it she flexed her hips into his and he moved to push her back to the bed.
    He was suddenly frenzied as he moved above her. He looked down at her, “I’m sorry,” he grunted and she squeezed him with her internal muscles as she whispered back, “Harder.”
    Hr groaned and began to move furiously within her as she met him thrust for thrust. This time they climaxed together and their voices as they came meshed together in the now darkened room.
    He pulled back and sat back on his heels again and she looked up at him. She could just make out the faint sheen of the white of his eyes and in a voice that was hoarse and thick he said, “Lucy,” as he gathered her to him and squeezed her as if he would never let her go.
    This time she didn’t doze but he did and she watched him, just a shadow now, as his chest rose and fell and his soft breathing filled the air around them. The sheets smelled of their lovemaking but they also smelled of him and she buried her nose in her pillow to bring the scent of him deep into her lungs.
    She reached out then and gently traced the shape of his face. Wanting to imprint it on her mind so that she could remember this day when she was old and gray. He was her adventure, her only foreign lover , and this was a day, and a man, that she would look back on and know that even though she didn’t get all the things that she had wanted as a young girl, she had at least had this.
    She leaned forward and kissed his lips softly and his eyes opened and his long black eyelashes fluttered against her face. She pulled back and whispered, “Thank you.”
    He reached out and rubbed the back of his hand over her cheek and whispered back, “No. Thank you for his beautiful gift, for today.”
    She felt tears threaten then and she pulled back from him and sat up. She felt his hand brush against her back before she stood. She felt something soft brush against her foot and she reached down. The room was so dark that she could only see that it was his shirt when it was next to her face. She heard the click of a lamp the second before the room was lit and she laid his shirt on the bed behind her without looking at him.
    In the light she felt conscious of her body and she quickly grabbed her clothes and held them up in front of her. She turned back to him and he pointed at a door and said, “The bathroom.”
    She nodded her thanks and went in, shutting the door firmly behind her. When she came out ten minutes later it was to find him sitting fully dressed on the end of the bed. He stood when she came out and smiled at her but it was a smile filled with apprehension. He obviously didn’t know how she was going to feel about what they had done.
    She smiled at him, to reassure him, and she reached out her hand. He took it in his big, warm grasp and she moved towards him and softly kissed him.
    Still holding hands they made their