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  Cam kissed me gently. Then he backed away. “Goddamn it, I want to fucking kiss you already…with the passion I feel…not this hesitant, careful shit. Are you going to tell me that passion is no longer a part of the game? If so, I’m not playing…” He abruptly stood up, his non-blistered hand forming a fist; his blistered hand extended with fingers curved in a taut bow. “Goddamn it, Chérie. I want my life back. As it was… As I want it to be…Where I can just let go… Where I can make sense of things…” He paced back and forth.

  “You can be passionate again, Cam.”

  He threw back his head. “Fucking when…?”

  “I don’t know…you have to start somewhere…baby steps…”

  “You know I don’t believe in baby steps, babe. It’s all or nothing for me.”

  “Okay. It’s your body. You might explode with pain…but do it your way.”

  He came back and collapsed on the couch. “I’m sorry…I don’t want to do it ‘my way’…I’m willing to learn new things here…I just want to do it.” He raked his long blond hair with his non-injured hand. “Okay…tantrum’s over for the moment. Let’s have another go…”

  I heard Kayden’s voice in a delicious rumbling purr inside my head. Get ready, ma chère. We’re about to experience the holy wilderness in all its glory. A small shudder crawled up my spine.

  Cam took my face in his hands and planted a gentle kiss. Then the kiss became stronger…and stronger…and stronger…until I felt like I was going to be consumed by him. He pressed a powerful arm against the small of my back. Then he pushed his hand under my shirt and along the smooth skin of my back. The ka’kriyayaga unfolded and opened with a gush of sensation until I was the one who pulled back. “Whoa, Cam…” I was panting, breathless. I suddenly craved this man with unbridled passion. I wanted to be penetrated by Cam, pure and simple. I wanted him to pierce my core and drive up the road to ecstasy.

  “Ha HA!” he said triumphantly. “Fucking awesomeI am a quick study.”

  “No searing pain in your leg?”

  “No searing pain in my leg. I started in my heart and let it flow from there…like torrents of water.”

  “Like Class 4 rapids?”

  “Class 4 all the way, babe, streaming from my chest… Now I do recall you saying that I don’t have to hold back with you anymore.” He grasped my hair and pulled it until my head was held taut. “So I’m going to kiss you again, only this time you’re going to like it.”

  My breath caught as I strained against his grasp on my hair. “You honestly don’t think I didn’t like the last one, do you?” I bit out.

  His answer was a kiss that was definitely hotter than the last. I became so wet I thought the ka’kriyayaga was going to slither out of me into a puddle on the floor. Instead, she burst out of the top of my head, causing my head to spin.

  When that kiss ended, Cam pulled away once more and eyed me with a gleam. “That was me loving you, babe. Heart-fully loving on you… Loving on you and loving on you and loving on you…” He looked extremely pleased with himself. “Want some more?” Without waiting for an answer, he kissed me again and then moved his lips down my neck with sensuous nibbles, bites, and licks. “Loving on you…” he sang between nibbles.

  “I didn’t know you could sing…”

  “It’s my new thing…I just tried it and it worked…”

  The man was in a serious state of elation. Young and alive with joy… It brought heart-stopping bliss into me as well. When Cam was a happy man…well! The man was a force to be reckoned with. This man was pure adrenaline heart-joy excitement.

  Tugging my t-shirt over my head, his mouth found its way to a breast, and he suckled me with delight, taking me in like a starving man at his first meal. The joy in his body swirled around him like a cyclone. I could see all the colors of it; blues of the sky, purples of the mountains, the blue-greens of the sea, and the reds and browns of the soil. The man was an energetic, intoxicating suffusion of earth and sea.

  The ka’kriyayaga was in a state of howling ecstasy. She…or was it me…was dancing to an inner tribal beat in wild and unconstrained passion, saying yes, yes, yes. I could picture myself dancing around a bonfire with abandon in frenzied bliss.

  Cam’s kisses and sexual energy were so different than the ecstatic energy exchanges which Kayden and I shared with one another. Was it because of the humanness of him? I didn’t think that was the difference. It was more like…even though he was unskilled at the energetics of this…he just felt more like earth. Raging rapids, granite walls…the splendor of the planet. That was Cam. Vast galaxies, exploding stars, and unexplored universes: that was Kayden. For me it was like this: I could be a universal being…a Galaxy Dancer…lost in ecstatic communion with the All That Is when I was with Kayden. With Cam, I was happy to be here, on this planet, delighting in my physical being, learning a thing or two along the way. And with the two of them pushing from within and without…my, my, my, I was just beginning to know that kind of sweet music…

  Having found his way to his immensely radiant heart, Cam was most definitely not holding back, no sir. The joyfulness between us was palpable as he licked, sucked, and caressed. We had yanked and ripped the clothes off of one another until we were skin to skin. We were like two hungry sparkling-eyed beasties with voracious appetites. Cam suckled a nipple…I bit his shoulder…he licked my belly…I pulled his hair. We rolled along the couch. Fell to the thick carpet. At one point I asked, “How’s your palm…your back…your leg…?”

  “Endorphins, babe…or maybe it’s you…can’t feel a thing…except this…” He pressed his mouth to my lips to silence me.

  I rolled him over onto his back and stretched out over the length of him. His erection was pressed against my leg. He brought himself up to kiss me, but I placed my palms against his chest and pushed him back. I felt like a huge cat…a sinuous powerful wild cat and I certainly had the power of one when I was in this place. I pulled some couch pillows down and put them underneath Cam’s head. He held his head aloft and watched me, propped on his forearms. Then I started licking my way down his torso…swirling the tip of my tongue in circles on his belly. His eyes were fixed on me, pupils dilated, his beautiful, sensuous mouth parted with just the corners curved upwards. As I made my way down towards his shaft, I could feel his gaze like a cascade of raging water pouring through me. Straddling his non-scored leg, I pressed my sex against his thigh. My fingers traced gentle swirls around his jewels until he could not hold himself up any longer and fell back onto the soft pillows. I slithered down until my mouth was poised over his hardness.

  “Cam…” I said in a deep silky purr that sounded so not me.

  “Uh, huh…” he groaned.

  “You haven’t been holding back, have you?”

  Cam had a beautiful body, honed from years of extreme outdoor activity. A chiseled abdomen, a broad chest sprinkled with blond hair, his body was one taut muscled mass of yum. His head arched back over the pillow, his muscled legs stretched out long. “No, ma’am, I believe I haven’t,” he uttered.

  “And you’re not going to hold back now are you?” I licked the head of his hardness. It was incredibly soft.

  He jacked backwards in a bow. “Oh, no, not going to do that, not going to hold back…at all.”

  “Alright, then…” I took as much of him as I could into my mouth…he was big…relaxing the muscles of my throat like Zuri had taught me. Moving my mouth up and down was like sucking on a wonderfully warm Popsicle-like treat. Cam made wild, low growls. I positioned myself so that I could mouth him and press a hand over his heart…just in case he forgot. The other hand stroked the inside of his thighs. The more I sucked, the harder he became until I thought he was going to explode like a volcano. His fingertips were pressed into the rug, the muscles of his arms corded. I had this narcotic feeling in my throat from the sweet length of him moving in and out. Finally, I released him and slinked up along his skin until we were face to face. I gave him an impish smile. “H
ow’d I do…for the first time, I mean?” He pulled me closer and gave me a deep, hungry kiss in response.

  Straddling him, I pressed my juicy sex against his hardness. He made sounds of pleasure into my lips. I slipped over the top of him and pushed down, nice and easy until he was in me deep. My whole body bent backwards from the pleasure of him inside. Then the waves began. The ecstatic sensation that poured through me caused my head to roll in slow, languorous circles. Sensation streamed out of the top of my head in electric pulsating breakers, like white caps in the sea of me. My toes tingled, my legs shivered, my arms quivered…this was, as Cam would say, fucking awesome. “Ahhhhhhhhhhh…” I groaned. “Oh, God…” I let myself go.

  Cam pressed his hands against my hips and pulled me forward and back along his pelvis. Then he swept his hands up my spine, the scabs of his left palm creating stimulating sensation on the right while the smooth palm and calloused fingertips of the right hand created its own distinct impression.

  “We’re in the rapids, baby,” I whispered. “Can you feel it?”

  “Oh, yeah, babe, I’m there. I’m riding these waves with you.”

  We undulated against one another for a time. The energy waves were building in momentum and intensity. It was just like running the rapids; fast, slow, exhilarating, intense…you just paid attention and rode the waves. Then I started to feel a climax coming on, a huge 30-foot-tall, drop over the edge orgasm. I panted in and out in quick succession and contracted my inner muscles. Then I blew my breath out long and slow. “You know how you do those big drops, love? Where you just go over a big tall ledge of gushing water and fall?” I’d seen him do those drops in his kayak many a time.

  “Yeah…” he uttered, grasping my butt, his strong fingertips burrowing into my flesh.

  “You want to go there? You want to ride this off a huge ledge?”

  “Oh, yeah, let’s go, babe. Let’s do this together.”

  We were both panting now, sweat pouring, bodies moving slickly against each other. “Look at me, Cam…look into my eyes.” He opened his eyes which were nearly black from his dilated pupils.

  “Ah, my beautiful Chérie, my breathtaking wild cat…take me over the ledge.”

  “Okay, baby…can you hear the rapids?”

  His gaze was intensely clear and open. “Loud and clear, babe…”

  I was streaming energy now, streaming and streaming and streaming…I had been riding a pre-orgasmic surf for a while now…it seemed like the time was right to fall…about…about…now… “Ohhhhh, God, oh God, oh Cam, oh Cam, oh Cam…” My head jacked backwards. My body was heaving, surging, and the sensation of weightlessness, of falling over this unseen wall into the void, was an incredible sensation.

  It felt like time had slowed down so that we shot off the wall of energy and fell in one…long…slow…sweep of sensation. And then, wham, splash, our bodies, the boats of our being hit the inner waters, and we submerged into the frothy liquid of bliss.

  “Oh, fuck, oh God, Chér, oh fuck, oh fuck, augh, Chér…” Cam was bucking and yelling and moaning and groaning.

  I fell forward and collapsed on Cam’s chest, my body still streaming with energy. My head was swirling.

  I heard Kayden’s laughter in my heart. Told you so…

  Yeah, baby, this was one intense run. Instead of slipping into post-coital bliss, however, we were both jazzed, electrified. I looked at Cam, and we both growled at one another like quenchless animals. He rolled on top of me. I wrestled back on top of him. We grappled, bucked, and rolled all along the carpeted floor. Then he pulled me onto the couch like a powerful predator pulling a carcass into a tree, my body languid and limp. At last, we seemed sated…for now anyway…and we fell into a deep, deep state of relaxation, falling over the edge of consciousness, swirling down a whirlpool of sensation into the Land of Dreamlessness.

  Chapter 22 – Chérie

  The minute Cam left to go home the next day, I heard pebbles being flung at the kitchen window. Throwing open the sash, I leaned out and grinned at Kayden, looking resplendent as usual. “Hello, beautiful man-like creature.”

  “Ma chère,” he said with a bow. “Do come out and enjoy the day with me.”

  When I’d trotted down the porch steps and stood before him, he said, “I have a surprise for you, ma chère.” His eyes sparkled with delight.

  “What is it?”

  “It’s a surprise. If I told you, it would no longer be a surprise, would it?” he said, with one eyebrow raised. He shook his head and gazed at me with mock reproach. “Ma chère…”

  “Okay, Kayden, I see your point.” When he just stood there smiling at me I tried again. “Well?”

  “Look at you, sexy girl. You’re breathtaking.”

  With his dazzling smile and his soft, loving eyes, it was impossible to look away. “You seem to be quite the sparkling man yourself, Kayden.”

  “You are coming along nicely with the Neanderthal,” he said, still holding my gaze, his amber eyes glowing like a lion.

  I blushed and looked at my feet.

  “Come, come,” he chided, clasping my chin with his fingertips and raising my head. “What is there to be embarrassed about?”

  “I did things I never did before,” I said, picturing what it was like to go down on Cam. I tried to avert my eyes.

  “Look at me, mon amour,” Kayden soothed, still gently holding my chin in his hand. “It was beautiful. It was a wonderful act of communion. I felt you so strongly, it was spectacular. We all flew down the river of bliss together.”

  “It was amazing,” I offered, savoring the memory.

  “Amazing does not do the act justice, sexy girl. This is one of those times when words do not suffice.”

  “No…” I agreed, my voice trailing off.

  “And now you are ready for the surprise,” he said jubilantly, releasing my chin. He twirled me around and around in a circle. When he released me, I was standing in the courtyard of the temple I had seen in my dreams.

  “Oh!” I cried in wonder. “Our temple!”

  “Yes, chère, your experience with the Neanderthal gave you the depth to be able to view this place from your reality, not just in a dream. The stronger you become, the greater the possibilities for you.”

  I looked over at Kayden who was completely nude as was I. His bronze body was perfection itself, from the chiseled abs to his broad back, his muscular arms and his long, lean muscular legs. I remember sitting on those strong legs in a hot springs in the mountains. I shivered involuntarily and gulped. He laughed softly in response. I walked over to the golden-veined stone wall and ran my fingers along it. The surface was smooth, like polished glass. I walked along the wall, letting my fingers glide along the silky stone. When I reached the carved dolphins, I let my fingers trace their outline. The leaping figures wriggled their bodies in delight. I jerked my hand away.

  Kayden laughed. “Ma chère, of course they respond to your touch. You are the ka’kriyayaga, the giver of life, and the destroyer of life.”

  I frowned. “Isn’t that a lot of responsibility?”

  “Not for you, mon amour.” He took my hand. “Come. Let us consume our favorite repast, shall we?” He drew me onto a balcony, the same balcony we had dropped onto a few days back.

  “Oh! This is where we were the last time I saw you. Only I could not see the temple.”

  “Oui, ma chère. It is one and the same.” He pulled a chair out from a small wooden table laden with food. A large, exquisitely painted ceramic tureen sat in the middle of the table with a ladle sticking out the top of it. A fragrant soup of lentils, carrots, and herbs filled the serving dish. A generously sized soup bowl, colorfully painted in a style inspired by the Umbrian region of Italy, was placed in front of me, along with a small plate holding a warm roll and a tiny butter bowl.

  “Yum,” I declared, waving the smells towards my nose. Then I turned to Kayden, “What no cheeses, fruit, and wine?”

  Kayden made a small frown. “It’s lun
chtime, chère. Surely you don’t think we eat the same meal over and over and over?” He reached behind him to a small table holding a frosty pitcher of liquid. He grasped the handle and poured the cold fluid into my glass before filling his. “I prefer iced tea with lunch, don’t you?”

  I raised the glass to my lips. The smell of the tea was enchanting; a rich black tea laced with fruit and floral essence. I took a small taste. “This is delightful, Kayden. Do we always eat so well?”

  “What would you prefer? Burgers and fries from a fast food restaurant?” He flicked his hand and our charming meal disappeared, replaced by sorry looking monotone slabs of mystery meat positioned over white bread buns. His lip curled in disdain. “We could eat this, but the nutritional value is in the negative.”

  “Bring back our meal, Kayden, I don’t want a burger and fries.”

  “You bring it back.” He folded his arms over his chest. “I’m tired.”

  “Kayden, you are never tired,” I protested. “Bring back our wonderful meal.”

  “I always supply the meals. It’s your turn.”

  “But I don’t know what to do or how to do it,” I spluttered.

  “You’ll think of something,” he said coolly, looking at his fingernails.

  “Kayden,” I implored, “Help me out here.”

  “Use your imagination.” He tapped the side of his head. “Use your heart.” He tapped his chest. “And use the power we all just raised in sexual, heartfelt communion.” His hand swept up from his groin to in front of his face. He folded his arms over his chest and looked out at the lake. “It’s a beautiful day, don’t you think?”

  “Kayden,” I pleaded.

  “Sexy girl,” he responded, not looking at me. He shielded his eyes with his hand and gazed out at the distant water. Then, he got up. “I think I’ll go for a stroll.”