Everyone should try something new. This is unlike my others. I hope you enjoy it.
They called it infatuation. Her girlfriends teased her about puppy love. But Kaylie knew better. It was deeper than that. Love? Maybe deeper still. The feelings she had for Daniel were instantaneous and chaotic. She had adored him all her life and felt she'd known him even longer.
With Mom and Dad long gone, she had decided to stay and run the farm. She simply didn't want to give up the sweet smell of hay, the peaceful silence at night or seeing Daniel every day. Kaylie had dated, even been engaged, but she couldn't pretend to give her heart away. It belonged to the blonde, handsome man who had grown up beside her on the farm. He was the son of their neighbors, the Webers. When they were killed in an accident, Daniel had simply moved in and stayed. She was glad.
She adored his gruff nature and his endlessly dark ,deep eyes. They seemed to dig right into hers, glaring at her thoughts; reading clearly her sideways glances and excuses to watch or help him work. He often stood too close just to make it worse. The tension between them grew over the years until one July day in the barn.
She was tacking the Paint mare in the stall. Thinking she was alone, she confessed her feelings freely. It was only when the rustling at the end of the barn startled her that she saw him absently baling hay. She lead the horse to the edge of the stall and leaned out so she could see him better, holding her breath so he wouldn't hear her.
"You'd be better to breathe." he tossed casually behind him.
Kaylie laughed nervously forgetting that she was holding the horse or was to be grooming her.
"Didja forget how to use that brush?" Half smiling he busted her once more. "Here." he said and before she knew it, he was beside her roughly gripping her hand and brushing the mare. "Dooowwwn. See?" he groused. "If you spent less time day dreamin and more time doin, it would make my job a LOT easier."
Kaylie's knees were tingling. Blood thundered in her ears. She could only nod. She felt his breath and studied the stubble on his chin wondering if it would tickle if he kissed her. She wondered this nightly. She closed her eyes leaning against him slightly; totally forgetting everything else. She inhaled his soapy scent and smiled sweetly. She thought it was a dream.
He pulled her from the stall and toward him. It was like hitting a cement wall. She gasped as his hands clasped her waist. His lips crashed against hers; their noses bumping clumsily. She tasted Chapstick. Kaylie thought she'd pass out. Greedily he nudged her head to the side, kissing her jawline and throat. It DID tickle. He tugged at his work gloves. Kaylie was surprised at the warmth and softness of his hands as he slowly unbuttoned her blouse.
He pulled her down to the floor with him, reigning kisses and her name lightly against her exposed skin. She giggled.
"What?" Daniel seemed startled.
"You tickle."
"Want me to stop?" He pulled back, staring straight into her heart through her eyes. She couldn't think. His fingertips trailed the waist of her jeans. Her belly quivered. Her body was warm and eager.
"No. Please." she breathed, winding her hands along his arms. She loved his strong arms.
"Which is it?"
She responded with a kiss. Gently parting her lips to taste his mouth and make her point clear. She pulled at his shirt, aching to feel his skin against her. Never had she felt more smothered by cloth than this moment.
"Please"
She didn't need to say it a third time but she would in ecstasy as he explored her body with his tender hands and hungry searching mouth. She was dizzy with want. She needed to feel, taste all of his beautiful muscular body. She became intoxicated by the saltiness of his skin.
When he lay above her, his hands slowly stroking her thigh; her most intimate of places, she gasped, driving her hips eagerly against him. Desire overtook her. Patiently, lightly, Daniel kissed her, his tongue caressing, tasting her body until she moaned. Kaylie clung to him as he moved against her, inside her. Never had she felt so incredible; so beautiful. Ferociously she kissed him; her fingers tracing his spine.
Waves of heat crashed in her body. Her back arched and she cried out when they exploded together; sweat dancing across their skin. Breathless, exhausted, he kissed her deeply. Swooning again, Kaylie wrapped her legs around the man she'd loved forever, whispering his name against him again and again.
Twice more they made love that afternoon; tenderly, more gently than before. His every touch excited her--she loved this. His lips along the back of her neck, the way his fingers drew careless circles behind her knees or flitted across the small of her back. Goosebumps ran rampant.
Afternoon became evening. Shadows now began to stretch longer than the two loving bodies in the barn.
"I could love you" she sighed touching his face.
He said nothing but stood and dressed.
Frightened, wounded, Kaylie stumbled to the house. Tears of regret streaked her cheeks. What a fool.
The door opened and he stood; solemn, intensely staring at Kaylie.
" I don't like what you said."
It brought new tears. He reached for her. Her chest twisted with hurt and rejection. She backed away.
"Don't. Never again. You knew...You used..." a sob stuck in her throat.
""Stop." His hands grabbed her like a vice. "You said you COULD."
She looked blankly at Daniel.
"Well... I already do and I always will." Quickly he covered her mouth with his own. Kaylie gave in and melted against him welcoming the heat, the tingle of anticipation. Their fingers entwined. Dinner could wait.
More often than not it did over those many years of marriage. They had made a joke out of their bold declaration:
"I could.." she would tease
"I will.." he countered and usually chased her straight to bed, or the sofa, or the kitchen table, or ...Kaylie smiled fondly.
When Daniel's headaches got worse and the doctor said it was inoperable, they remained as giddy and silly as they could. Passion held many forms for them during that time; a hand hold, a hug or simply...
"I could..." followed by a very tired
"I will" and a sleepy smile.
But here she was- alone with her memories and a cold stone. At seventy something, she wept even now as openly as the day he let go of her.
"Don't go just yet." she'd begged watching his painful breaths become slower and more shallow. "Couldn't you stay with me?" panic at losing her greatest love was hammering at her heart.
She cried, laying her head on his chest for the last time. He trailed a bony finger down her wrinkled damp cheek.
"I could."
His headaches stopped at last.
Now the summer sun stretched along her lone shadow. She patted her husband's stone. Their life had made her so very tired, so very happy but now? So much less fun.
"I miss you Daniel. I wish I could have held you, loved you...just a little longer. Wait for me."
and the old woman walked silently back to their home.
"I will" whispered the wind.
