Our Song, Memento Mori by PG Lengsfelder

Author:PG Lengsfelder
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: PG Lengsfelder

CHAPTER 22

Duke

That night Valerie and I did get naked together for the first time. I don’t know if it was her rowing regimen that kept her body so welltoned, but it was a body to be admired—her breasts not as big as I’d originally envisioned, her legs and thighs larger. But all of her a miracle in my eyes. Freckles on her chest and along her shoulders, a wash of stars tossed across a galaxy.

In the castle’s stillness, in that large four-poster bed, our fingertips ran along each other’s, and then went separate ways of discovery. Mine down her neck and shoulders, her spine, along her hips and thighs, calves and feet. All the while, her perfect pungency mine for wonder.

Under the sheets, time slowed as I rubbed her feet, my fingers tracing the inside of each toe on each foot because . . . because I craved to dwell in what Kierkegaard called her “unknown divinity.” I didn’t want to miss an inch. I was home.

She began at my face and chest. But when I’d slipped under the covers, my head at her feet, she ran her fingers over my belly, my thighs, my balls, my knees and eventually she began nipping at and sucking on my toes. We went on like this for more than an hour, murmuring a language of our own.

Finally, I pulled her to the base of the bed with me, with its redolence and lack of light. We rejoined mouths, my legs opened hers. I descended deep into her, fusing with her for the first time.

• • •

The next morning the distant strike of a hammer fetched me out of my sleep. Wood smoke layered the room, her smell coated my lips. I ruffled the sheets. Her aroma drifted up from the base of the bed. But she was not next to me.

Steam billowed from the open bathroom door and I waited with bated breath for her return. Whether it was five minutes or fifteen, the wait felt interminable. I threw off the covers and made my way to her.

The claw-foot tub, surrounded by a plain undecorated opaque shower curtain, clouded her face and figure.

I called to her but she mustn’t have heard me over the shower. So as not to scare her, I pulled the curtain back slowly. Her head was tilted skyward, and water coursed over her hair and closed eyes. Deep in thought, I assumed. So I spoke softly, “Good morning.”

Her head dropped forward, she snapped the curtain shut. I stood there dumbfounded, short of breath. A moment passed. “Good morning,” she finally said, a hoarse whisper, then pressed her lips to the curtain and waited for me to meet her there, a thin film between us that, at the time, I found off-putting.

In retrospect, it presaged our fortunes.

At any rate, I let it go and returned to bed where I must have fallen back to sleep, the remote pounding gone and the castle hushed, devoid of the city’s constant rumble. It helped to know that a fire alarm wasn’t going to interrupt my sleep.

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