Soft Nubian flesh cuffed around my neck,
“What’s on your mind my King?” my ears tingled at the lax whisper of her warm breath.
“Memories… sweet memories.” I retorted reaching behind with my hands full of her voluptuous rear.
“How about we make more?” Kassidy posed licking the sensitive spot behind my ear; my knees buckled every time she did it, without a hitch. I turned taking hold of her hips, pulling Kassidy in breathing space. No words were needed, just action; our lips braced one another like long-awaited lovers.
Kassidy placed her hand on my lap and started stroking my growing member through my pants.
“My King is he aching for my mouth?” with my hand caressing the side of her tender cheek, I stared into her lustful diamond brown eyes.
“Of course, my Queen, he’s craved the warmth of your kiss since your tease on the drive up here. That truck driver half way up almost crashed at the sight of your performance.” I chuckled.
“Shhh….” she placed a finger over my lips. “Enough talk my King.”
Kassidy was right. The time for talk was over the moment we shut the door from the cold world. The time in the Cabin would be for us to make love, fuck, or whatever our sexual devils desired.
I slowly steered my 2015 Ford Mustang coupe up a winding hill, sheets of snow blanket over the towering trees and forest floors. Classical Christmas music played from the radio; Kassidy taking the time to check on her business and the kids, once at the cabin our phones were off and her parent, who every year looked forward to our away trip because they adored having the children over, would only be able to reach us by the landline in the cabin. This was not that type of business trip, so there was no point and bring work up here, at least not that type of work.
We arrived at the snow-covered cabin, almost instantly memories of times past of family camping trips and previous winter sexual explorations filled our minds. Nostalgia at its finest, back when it was all so simple before we had to “Find” the time for one another. I looked over at my beautiful wife she was wrapping up the conversation with the kids and her parents. Knowing them it was going to take a little minute, so I took the time to unload the car.
The cabin door swung open with a creek, I dropped the last of the lugged at my feet stepping down the steps, the cabin always looked so different in daylight. I glared around at all the fund memory. My eyes leisure amidst the ceiling, immediately they were drawn to the paper mache stars and moon we made the first night here with the kids. Vaguely I smiled as my eyes continued to wander. The counter that separated the kitchen from the living area came into view. All I could do was marvel at the many times I sat my Queen across the top, drinking the wine of her chalice, fucking her so passionately until we conceived our first born.
Every year we took time in the winter to come up to the family cabin in the mountains to rekindle a night of long stifled desires. Having kids and both of us running a business had that prolong effect of filling our time, that it became rare that we had any spare minutes for just us. I Nero had developed into what I feared most, a workaholic and so did my beautiful wife Kassidy.
I was the IT director of an ever-expanding hospital and its surrounding clinics. Constantly I was in and out of meetings and phone calls. When I did have downtime, it was dedicated to my heirs, Queen, blog site and books. Yes, even with everything on my plate I was also an author of a few well-published titles. A King must maintain some sort of wealth for his kingdom to prosper.
Kassidy was the sole proprietor of a clothing and custom online jewelry business, “Luna Petals” she calls it. To add to her ever-growing success, she’s also was well-known publish author and of course a great mother and wife. She was the epitome of a superwoman; the Queen to my Kingdom.
With all that we do throughout the year, before the Family Christmas tradition, My Queen and I had our own tradition that always came first.
I Love her…
Soft, white silence suffocates the mountain noise, a moment calm, honest, and seamless. Snow white stained in a deep seething red.
A blanket of ice settled perfectly still around me. My hands crimson with the ink of blood, she was frozen. Not by the icy winter wind but by time. She was forever captured in these last fleeting moments of this tragic stage.
My Heart, my Wife, my Queen, she held a penetrating stare to my gaze as the sticky red fluid pooled into the snow soiling it lush pure beauty.
Standing there fixated on this twisted tragedy was Him. Watching with smugness through those damn beady eyes of black pebble. His face snow pale with a grin made of stones sculpted a crossed its chilly surface. His twig thin arms up in celebration for the condemning of my soul.
He did all of this, from the moment I uncovered his secret and failed to save an innocent, he has played as the author and illustrator of this long drawn out novella of retribution.
Now, this winter stage serves as the climax as the curtains are drawn. As the lights dim a faint whisper could be heard
I’ll suffer hell’s penance for the sins of killing the one I love.