felt pressured by him. Even though they were totally hot together, did she feel more obligation than desire? He wanted her in his bed, but only if she truly wanted to be there. The disturbing conflict continued to swirl through his mind even after he had gone to bed until he finally fell asleep.
As he approached the partially open door, he heard sobs coming from her room. He pushed it all the way open. The brief flash of lightning provided just enough illumination for him to see her huddled under the blanket. He rushed to her side.
“Vicki, are you okay?” He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the cover off her head so he could see her face. The distress in her tear-filled eyes immediately tugged at the heart strings that had been winding around his senses since her unexpected arrival at his front door. The cat jumped on the bed and paced back and forth, emitting little cries as it paused to rub its head against her cheek.
“I—I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not. You’re trembling.” He gently wiped the tears from her cheeks. His logic told him he should leave her bedroom and allow her some distance because she’d made it clear that was what she wanted. His instincts, however, told him she needed comfort and reassurance. Or was his own need to hold her pushing at him?
He pulled her into his arms and held her close. Her firm breasts pressed against his chest, causing an involuntary shudder to ripple up his spine. A rush of excitement spread through his body, which he tried to ignore. She trembled as another bolt of lightning crackled across the sky.
“It’s the storm, isn’t it?” He kept his voice calm as he twined his fingers in her hair and gently rocked her in his arms.
“I’m all right. Honest.” Her voice came out barely above a whisper. “Sorry you were disturbed. It’s just this childish thing I have about thunder and lightning.”
He liked holding her, liked the sensation of warmth and contentment—a strange feeling separate from wanting to drink in her essence and stroke his cock in and out of her hot pussy. Something he hadn’t experienced in a very long time.
“Well, unless you have some strenuous objections,” he pulled the blanket over them, “I’ll stay here a little while longer. Just in case.” He leaned against the headboard, more sitting than reclining, with her snuggled into his embrace. He closed his eyes, allowing the sounds of the storm to chase away the heated desire churning inside him, desire totally inappropriate to the situation.
It was not a time for steamy sex or to indulge the heated desire neither of them seemed able to resist. Even more surprising, he found the intimacy and closeness very satisfying as well as confusing. A slight frown wrinkled his forehead. He also found it a little frightening in its implications, a fear he didn’t know how to handle.
****
Blake opened his eyes and looked around. Morning had arrived but without the sun. The rain had continued throughout the night without letting up, even though the thunder and lightning had passed. He had dozed rather than slept as he held Vicki in his arms. His back ached from maintaining an uncomfortable position against the headboard. He finally eased his arms from around her and slipped out of bed, careful not to wake her. As he headed for the bathroom, the cat woke, stretched, then curled up in the warm spot where Blake had been.
The hot shower sprayed across his back, soothing his muscles as he attempted to stretch out the kinks. They were both fully aware of their differing philosophies on life causing momentary conflicts. Even those inconveniences did not dampen their enthusiasm for indulging all the facets of heated sex. But last night was not one of those times. And last night had more of an impact on him than he wanted to admit. He had tried to fight off the thoughts and feelings tugging at his reality. Yet, holding Vicki had felt so right. This compulsively organized woman belonged in his
As he approached the partially open door, he heard sobs coming from her room. He pushed it all the way open. The brief flash of lightning provided just enough illumination for him to see her huddled under the blanket. He rushed to her side.
“Vicki, are you okay?” He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the cover off her head so he could see her face. The distress in her tear-filled eyes immediately tugged at the heart strings that had been winding around his senses since her unexpected arrival at his front door. The cat jumped on the bed and paced back and forth, emitting little cries as it paused to rub its head against her cheek.
“I—I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not. You’re trembling.” He gently wiped the tears from her cheeks. His logic told him he should leave her bedroom and allow her some distance because she’d made it clear that was what she wanted. His instincts, however, told him she needed comfort and reassurance. Or was his own need to hold her pushing at him?
He pulled her into his arms and held her close. Her firm breasts pressed against his chest, causing an involuntary shudder to ripple up his spine. A rush of excitement spread through his body, which he tried to ignore. She trembled as another bolt of lightning crackled across the sky.
“It’s the storm, isn’t it?” He kept his voice calm as he twined his fingers in her hair and gently rocked her in his arms.
“I’m all right. Honest.” Her voice came out barely above a whisper. “Sorry you were disturbed. It’s just this childish thing I have about thunder and lightning.”
He liked holding her, liked the sensation of warmth and contentment—a strange feeling separate from wanting to drink in her essence and stroke his cock in and out of her hot pussy. Something he hadn’t experienced in a very long time.
“Well, unless you have some strenuous objections,” he pulled the blanket over them, “I’ll stay here a little while longer. Just in case.” He leaned against the headboard, more sitting than reclining, with her snuggled into his embrace. He closed his eyes, allowing the sounds of the storm to chase away the heated desire churning inside him, desire totally inappropriate to the situation.
It was not a time for steamy sex or to indulge the heated desire neither of them seemed able to resist. Even more surprising, he found the intimacy and closeness very satisfying as well as confusing. A slight frown wrinkled his forehead. He also found it a little frightening in its implications, a fear he didn’t know how to handle.
****
Blake opened his eyes and looked around. Morning had arrived but without the sun. The rain had continued throughout the night without letting up, even though the thunder and lightning had passed. He had dozed rather than slept as he held Vicki in his arms. His back ached from maintaining an uncomfortable position against the headboard. He finally eased his arms from around her and slipped out of bed, careful not to wake her. As he headed for the bathroom, the cat woke, stretched, then curled up in the warm spot where Blake had been.
The hot shower sprayed across his back, soothing his muscles as he attempted to stretch out the kinks. They were both fully aware of their differing philosophies on life causing momentary conflicts. Even those inconveniences did not dampen their enthusiasm for indulging all the facets of heated sex. But last night was not one of those times. And last night had more of an impact on him than he wanted to admit. He had tried to fight off the thoughts and feelings tugging at his reality. Yet, holding Vicki had felt so right. This compulsively organized woman belonged in his
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