ear.
“Mmmmmm,” I moaned softly.
“Let it go, baby,” he told me. “Whatever has you, London, let it go.”
I tried, but couldn’t.
He sealed my core with himself. Delved my center as if in search of that button that would free me.
Then he found it. And pushed it.
Then I did it. I let go.
I let go of everything. Everything. Except Ashton.
As he held my hands above our heads and looked in my eyes, he loved me tenderly. Loved me true. Easy. Smooth. There was no rush. No recklessness. I let it go. Forgot about it. Relaxed. And gave in.
Then my phone vibrated.
The phone Asanti bought me.
And it all came rushing back.
Tears flowed down the sides of my face as I looked up at Ashton and accepted what I had done to him. Accepted what he didn’t yet know. The phone vibrated again. Angry vibrations it seemed. He, Ashton, the love of my life, made love to me beautifully and I had hurt him tremendously.
But that wasn’t a part of his psyche yet.
He was still safe.
As of yet unharmed.
More angry vibrations from Asanti. More sorry tears from me. Ignorance was bliss. I wanted that bliss. Ashton kissed the tears that fell from my eyes away. I raised my hips and gyrated on him. Took him deep into me.
The phone buzzed loudly.
I rolled my hips.
Slow.
And easy.
More buzzing.
He, Ashton, propelled forward.
Hungrily. Almost desperately.
Filling me completely.
“Aaaaooooohhhh,” I moaned. “Babyyyy,” I cried out lovingly. Drowning out the sound of the constant ringing of the phone. And for a second it stopped.
“I love you,” he confessed.
“And I you,” I expressed.
He thrust once more.
“Oaaaahhhhh,” I sang in his ear.
The phone vibrated again.
“London,” he called my name simply.
Plunged harder this time.
Wholly.
Leaving no part of him out of the act.
I shivered.
He shook.
And together we fell.
Over the cliff.
And into a place where we remembered nothing and no one.
But each other.
Asanti let the phone ring for another two hours.
It was three o’clock in the morning when the vibrations started again. The hard buzzing of that cell phone that Asanti gave me pulled me from my beautiful slumber. Why was he calling at this hour? Deciding to let it ring, I snuggled closer to my husband and hoped that Ashton didn’t hear the buzzing.
Then it stopped.
And started again.
This time the vibrations sounded more insistent, almost as if Asanti was becoming aggravated at being put off in favor of sleep. But he wasn’t being put off in favor of sleep. He was being put off because I was still not yet ready to deal with him. With us. So I clung to my husband. The one I was currently with.
“Someone really wants to talk to you,” Ashton said and shocked me more than I cared to admit.
I thought he was asleep. I was so caught up in ignoring Asanti that I hadn’t realized he could hear the phone as well.
“I really don’t want to talk to them.”
“Who is it?” He asked me casually, the same way he had been doing since we’d met.
“My job,” I lied.
“Since when do you put your phone on vibrate? And since when do you not want to talk to your boss?” His questions were innocent. A husband talking to his wife. A husband unaware of his wife’s extreme betrayal.
“Since I’ve come to realize just how much I love my family and want to be with them right now.”
He said nothing more. Simply reached out and held my hand while playing with my wedding ring. Immediate guilt swamped me. Him playing with my ring gripped me. I was a married woman. Married to two men. My betrayal knew no boundaries.
When the vibrating continued for twenty minutes longer than what I could take, I wanted to forget again. So I moved closer to Ashton. Reached for him. And he took me again. Took me again to where I was safe. And memory free. And for the second time that night, I made love to my real, true husband. Keeping us wrapped in the comforting warmth of bliss. While on the other side of the world
“Mmmmmm,” I moaned softly.
“Let it go, baby,” he told me. “Whatever has you, London, let it go.”
I tried, but couldn’t.
He sealed my core with himself. Delved my center as if in search of that button that would free me.
Then he found it. And pushed it.
Then I did it. I let go.
I let go of everything. Everything. Except Ashton.
As he held my hands above our heads and looked in my eyes, he loved me tenderly. Loved me true. Easy. Smooth. There was no rush. No recklessness. I let it go. Forgot about it. Relaxed. And gave in.
Then my phone vibrated.
The phone Asanti bought me.
And it all came rushing back.
Tears flowed down the sides of my face as I looked up at Ashton and accepted what I had done to him. Accepted what he didn’t yet know. The phone vibrated again. Angry vibrations it seemed. He, Ashton, the love of my life, made love to me beautifully and I had hurt him tremendously.
But that wasn’t a part of his psyche yet.
He was still safe.
As of yet unharmed.
More angry vibrations from Asanti. More sorry tears from me. Ignorance was bliss. I wanted that bliss. Ashton kissed the tears that fell from my eyes away. I raised my hips and gyrated on him. Took him deep into me.
The phone buzzed loudly.
I rolled my hips.
Slow.
And easy.
More buzzing.
He, Ashton, propelled forward.
Hungrily. Almost desperately.
Filling me completely.
“Aaaaooooohhhh,” I moaned. “Babyyyy,” I cried out lovingly. Drowning out the sound of the constant ringing of the phone. And for a second it stopped.
“I love you,” he confessed.
“And I you,” I expressed.
He thrust once more.
“Oaaaahhhhh,” I sang in his ear.
The phone vibrated again.
“London,” he called my name simply.
Plunged harder this time.
Wholly.
Leaving no part of him out of the act.
I shivered.
He shook.
And together we fell.
Over the cliff.
And into a place where we remembered nothing and no one.
But each other.
Asanti let the phone ring for another two hours.
It was three o’clock in the morning when the vibrations started again. The hard buzzing of that cell phone that Asanti gave me pulled me from my beautiful slumber. Why was he calling at this hour? Deciding to let it ring, I snuggled closer to my husband and hoped that Ashton didn’t hear the buzzing.
Then it stopped.
And started again.
This time the vibrations sounded more insistent, almost as if Asanti was becoming aggravated at being put off in favor of sleep. But he wasn’t being put off in favor of sleep. He was being put off because I was still not yet ready to deal with him. With us. So I clung to my husband. The one I was currently with.
“Someone really wants to talk to you,” Ashton said and shocked me more than I cared to admit.
I thought he was asleep. I was so caught up in ignoring Asanti that I hadn’t realized he could hear the phone as well.
“I really don’t want to talk to them.”
“Who is it?” He asked me casually, the same way he had been doing since we’d met.
“My job,” I lied.
“Since when do you put your phone on vibrate? And since when do you not want to talk to your boss?” His questions were innocent. A husband talking to his wife. A husband unaware of his wife’s extreme betrayal.
“Since I’ve come to realize just how much I love my family and want to be with them right now.”
He said nothing more. Simply reached out and held my hand while playing with my wedding ring. Immediate guilt swamped me. Him playing with my ring gripped me. I was a married woman. Married to two men. My betrayal knew no boundaries.
When the vibrating continued for twenty minutes longer than what I could take, I wanted to forget again. So I moved closer to Ashton. Reached for him. And he took me again. Took me again to where I was safe. And memory free. And for the second time that night, I made love to my real, true husband. Keeping us wrapped in the comforting warmth of bliss. While on the other side of the world
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