The Black Cat & the Owl (special preview)

When she answered the door, I could see the years on her face, she was still beautiful, no denying that, but I could finally understand the time that had passed. She gazed at me, those eyes never blinking as she drank me in.

I kissed her, holding her soft face in my hands. After all that time, I had not stopped desiring her no matter how hard I tried to force her out. Her tongue found its way into my mouth, pressing against my teeth. She pulled me inside and reluctantly pulled away from me.

“It’s been so long,” she whimpered. “I had no idea where you had gone! I have missed you.”

I kissed her again. “I said I would return when you were alone.”

“Layla,” she moaned. “Yes, I have been waiting for this moment.” She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into her again. It felt like there had been no space between us, no time that had passed. I just wanted to hold her and kiss her like everything was the same.

Her thighs had grown softer and thicker, her belly was plump too. Her berry like lips still poked out from her mound and I tasted them. I had been pleasuring sad little housewives for years, but none of them had ever been my lovely Faye. Being buried between her thighs again, was more joy than I could ever announce. 

We laid naked above the sheets, breathing deep from our passion. Faye nuzzled to my breast as her hand moved slow on my belly. 

“You’re still so thin.” She looked at me like she did in our youth. Her hands stilled on my hips and she gazed back into my eyes with pursed lips.

I kissed the top of her head. “Have you had children with him?”

She nodded her head. “He’s grown now, he moved far away from here. I’ve not seen him in so long, it’s hard to remember what he looks like.”

I then gathered my pain again. “And where is the husband?”

“Gone,” she said simply. 

I took her answer, simply happy to have my Faye again. We made love endlessly those first few days, joyous in sharing each other once again. We shared the home together, taking care of ourselves. She showed me her new spell book, and the histories of the Owls. She had grown strong in her magic, just as her family had hoped, but they were gone now.

I kept the curtains shut, because when I gazed outside, the shadows in the trees whispered to me. They called out to me, begging me to come back into their arms. I could not take it, so I made sure I saw no sight of them when I was with Faye. I kept my attention on her and only her, giving her my love like I was a young girl again.

We were greedy at first, as I said, it was hard to leave the bed those first few days we were reunited. She kept me trapped in the warmth of her body, the plumpness of her thighs. I was enthralled, just so happy to be giving this pleasure again to the one I felt deserved it most.

“Where have you been? What have you been doing?” She played with my fingers, kissing each tip before flexing and stretching them. “I feel as though these hands have touched many now.”

I chuckled softly, watching her with a loving grin painted on my lips. “Never with the intent I put into you, my love. But yes, while I was away, I grew lonesome, and there were others who were pleased to have me around.”