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Passion In The Colorful Fabric Of The Night

The first time she woke up with this feeling, she didn’t recognize it. The next time, she did.

Lips moved, but no words broke the silence of the night. An arm jerked, but the covers kept it from flying aimlessly. Eyes rolled from side to side, seeing images on the inside of her closed lids.

A low moan broke the silence in the room.

She awoke with the strangest feeling.

Ebony’s thighs clenched; her core begged for release.

Whimpering, she let go as she rode the waves of her passion.

After sleeping for several hours more, Ebony got up, feeling rested, but puzzled. What was that in the middle of the night? She couldn’t remember her dream, but she clearly remembered the… climax.

This had never happened to her before.

Was it because she had talked to Burke on the phone last night? They were in love, but training missions kept him away from her for weeks on end. He was to come home this weekend, but when he called last night, he informed her worked demanded his attention for several weeks more. His superiors had another assignment for him.

“I wish I could be with you tonight,” Burke had said. “I want to wrap you in my arms; feel your body close to mine…”

The words hung in the air between them. Burke knew of Ebony’s past, and she knew he would never pressure her into intimacy. His words were that of a man longing for her, but held no demand.

It had stirred something inside her, but before she could answer him, she heard someone talk in the background and Burke ended their call.

Maybe the craving in his voice, and the longing in her loins, caused her midnight release.

But what was in her dream to get her that excited?

Ebony pondered this for days, but gradually, everyday things took over and the experience disappeared to the background, until she totally forgot about it.

It was two weeks later that Burke called her again.

“We’re returning to base tomorrow,” he said.

Then his voice softens.

“I would love to spend my time off with you, Ebony. Ten days.”

She nodded, then realized he couldn’t see her.

“Yes,” she said, “yes please!”

There was a promise in her voice that escaped neither of them.

That night when Ebony woke, she immediately understood: she was on the brink of an orgasm. In milliseconds, she noticed the stiffness of the little beads of flesh decorating her breasts; the intense yearning of her core.

She was already at the point of no return, and relished in the release of her body, navigating the currents of desire.

Ebony didn’t want it to end, but when it did, she lay panting, a small smile playing around her lips. She was content — fulfilled — and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Her nighttime release was on her mind during the hours of the next day. One more night, and Burke would be with her.

When she got ready for bed that night, Ebony once again tried to remember her dreams leading to her to such crescendos.

Did she dream about Burke? About being intimate?

She couldn’t recall anything, except for the intense pleasure surrounding her intimate release.

I want him.

The words suddenly springing to mind startled her at first. Where did that come from?

Then she smiled as she suddenly understood.

She was ready.

That was the message her body tried to convey in the deep dark of the night.

From the moment she met Burke, she had known he was the man for her. They were good together — better than good. He was kind, supporting, and respectful. He made Ebony feel like his queen, without being a pompous king.

As she lay down to sleep, a deep peace took hold of her: yes, she was ready. She wanted Burke. Needed him.

He found her in her office the next day. Ebony could barely contain her excitement when he walked around her desk and took her in his arms. She lifted her head for a long kiss, savoring his taste; his closeness.

With his finger under her chin, he held her face upturned to his, looking deep into her eyes.

“Something’s changed.”

His words were as much a statement as a question.

Her eyes lit up, she blushed, then nodded. Standing on her tip-toes, she threw her arms around his neck, her mouth close to his ear.

“I want you,” Ebony whispered.

Burke’s arms tightened around Ebony. There was no more need for more words. No need to rush.

Ebony melted into his embrace, feeling unbridled desire coursing through her veins.

Yes, she was truly ready.

“Let’s go home,” she whispered against his lips as he kissed her again.

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