Reaching Her - Sex Stories

Reaching Her

... through both the roughness and the gloss. The pictures complement each other like the sea and the sky. As he looks through frozen memories, another icy wave suddenly sweeps through him, enough to send a shudder along his spine. It feels like a desolate wasteland in his gut, barren and frozen. He has never felt so empty. He winces and squeezes his eyes shut, a sobbing gasp breaking in his throat like a burst gasket. Suddenly, Tomasz realizes that it’s not the sound of his voice he hears. “Rachel?” he breathes. He turns and looks back at her on the bed. Rachel, lying on damp, perspiration covered sheets, baking under the sunlight blanketing her upon the bed, is shivering. Her breathes shudder up from her throat and rattle her teeth. Cool, wispy tendrils of breath gather at her nose and pale lips. Her puffy eyes squeeze tighter, pinching out single tears that roll down past her temple. Tomasz steps to the foot of the bed, anxious. “What is it?” he asks. She doesn’t answer, doesn’t awaken. Instead, she starts to tremble. She’s cold, just as he is. Freezing like him. It’s enough to put the sunlight in retreat. Then he realizes the shadow he carries with him seems to drift over her like clouds over the desert. Tomasz leans over her, further and further until he’s practically hovering above her face, yet he doesn’t touch her. He searches her strained expression for an answer. “What is it?” he asks again, pleading with her. He watches the motion on her lips. As if struggling through ...

... the chill that has enveloped the room, her lips quiver. “Please… Tomasz,” she whispers, then gasps, spiking another cold needle through Tomasz’ heart. He pulls his head away slightly, shaking it. He knows what she’s asking. It’s something he has longed to do but resisted, unsure if he was able, unsure of the consequences. As her body trembles, she breathes again, “Please… " Hold her. Tomasz stares back at her, caressing her beautiful face with his eyes. His beating heart pulls him closer to her with each pulse. He fights it, but he’s a twig in the swell of a whirlpool. Before he realizes it, his hand is outstretched, reaching for her. He touches the shiny edge of a tear on her cheek. It’s warm. So small and insignificant, but it is so... warm. This warmth races through his finger, up his arm, and curls the hairs on the back of his neck. The relief is overwhelming and so welcome, driving away the cold chill in his spirit. Gently he cups his palm along Rachel’s soft cheek. Instantly, she stops shaking. Her breath steadies and she inhales deeply like a baby taking her first breath. Colour returns to her face like a blushing rose. Her eyes still shut, she turns her head and gently kisses his palm. Tomasz shudders once again. It's not because he feels cold, far from it. He feels the sensation of life surge through him. “Oh, Rachel,” he sighs with longing and relief. A warm, soothing wave sweeps him up and takes him into Rachel's arms, into her dreams. He settles into his lover's ...