knowledge of how gracefully sexual it was, she rolled over onto her stomach to prop her chin on her hand so that she could study him. “You seemed to have a good time and not find it all that stale and routine.”
“I haven’t had all that many experiences.” He looked her straight in the eye, and he said, “Not all men are bed hoppers.”
That made her curious. “Then how do you know what to do?”
“My parents. Books. My dad and mother must have a great relationship. They always told us kids that sex is one of life’s gifts of responsibility.”
She smiled. “My mother and dad really like each other. They knew each other a long time before they married. She was a virgin on their wedding night.” Amy thought for a minute and added, “I don’t think I’ll get married. I like being in the business world. Taking a part in things. And now that I know I like sex, I’ll be a man-izer.”
“No.” The word was quite positive and left no question as to its meaning.
“Well, this is a fine time for you to make a statement like that!” She laughed and ruffled his hair quite sassily.
His voice rumbled deeply as he replied, “I don’t want you to become a careless woman. A tart.”
Impishly she inquired, “Why didn’t you say that when you found out you would be my first lover?”
“I’m not an iron man.” He was serious.
She put her hand on him. “Not iron? Phooey. Steel?”
“Be careful,” he warned. “I’ve never had a woman excite me the way you do. I could not put you from my mind. I wanted you.”
“Before I made my move?” She was delighted. “You, too?”
“Yes.” He was more solemn.
She saw that and said, “Don’t go getting serious on me, Chas. This is an interlude. No more. You’re being very nice about showing me the ropes... Uh— knowing the ropes. Do you suppose that saying came from sailing days?”
“What?” He was at sea.
“Showing someone ‘the ropes.’ I suppose that could be an old salt showing a new kid how to tie knots and haul lines? Are you an old salt?”
He ignored her conversational lure. He told her, “I’m going to climb on board and sail you into oblivion.” And he did. With great skill he made her frantic for him, and her needing him— that badly— fired him to new heights, so that their coupling was exquisite and their satisfaction complete.
They sighed and smiled at each other, then he reached to turn off the light before he pulled her to him, arranged the blanket, turned off the TV, and they slept.
* * *
For the second morning, Amy was awake at dawn. It wasn’t that she wakened rested and ready to get out of bed, it was that Chas was moving his hands on her, nuzzling his face against her, hungry again. She said, “You silly old salt. Go back to sleep!”
But he didn’t. She turned away from him, plumped her pillow and settled down. But he moved close, curled into her, his mouth seeking, his new beard causing goose bumps on her as he whiskered her tender skin.
She chuckled. His voice rumbled in sounds that sent sensations skittering along her body.
He slid his hands over her uneven body and touched and stroked. He turned her to suckle and nip.
She wiggled and squeaked and laughed for a time, then she moved languidly tempting and joined in his sensual play until they made love again.
She stretched under him, and his green eyes watched her. “Will we do anything else today?”
He was positive. “No.”
She grinned at him, then reached up and played with his ears and smoothed his eyebrows. “If I got into the pool, I’d drown. I couldn’t move enough to stay afloat. How do married people survive?”
“I’m just trying to figure how I’ll manage the energy to get dressed for the dinner tonight and attend the wedding tomorrow.”
“Sally invited me to a hen party after the dinner tonight. Okay?”
It thrilled him that she had asked his permission. Was she aware that she had? “Don’t be too long.” Then, oddly, he
“I haven’t had all that many experiences.” He looked her straight in the eye, and he said, “Not all men are bed hoppers.”
That made her curious. “Then how do you know what to do?”
“My parents. Books. My dad and mother must have a great relationship. They always told us kids that sex is one of life’s gifts of responsibility.”
She smiled. “My mother and dad really like each other. They knew each other a long time before they married. She was a virgin on their wedding night.” Amy thought for a minute and added, “I don’t think I’ll get married. I like being in the business world. Taking a part in things. And now that I know I like sex, I’ll be a man-izer.”
“No.” The word was quite positive and left no question as to its meaning.
“Well, this is a fine time for you to make a statement like that!” She laughed and ruffled his hair quite sassily.
His voice rumbled deeply as he replied, “I don’t want you to become a careless woman. A tart.”
Impishly she inquired, “Why didn’t you say that when you found out you would be my first lover?”
“I’m not an iron man.” He was serious.
She put her hand on him. “Not iron? Phooey. Steel?”
“Be careful,” he warned. “I’ve never had a woman excite me the way you do. I could not put you from my mind. I wanted you.”
“Before I made my move?” She was delighted. “You, too?”
“Yes.” He was more solemn.
She saw that and said, “Don’t go getting serious on me, Chas. This is an interlude. No more. You’re being very nice about showing me the ropes... Uh— knowing the ropes. Do you suppose that saying came from sailing days?”
“What?” He was at sea.
“Showing someone ‘the ropes.’ I suppose that could be an old salt showing a new kid how to tie knots and haul lines? Are you an old salt?”
He ignored her conversational lure. He told her, “I’m going to climb on board and sail you into oblivion.” And he did. With great skill he made her frantic for him, and her needing him— that badly— fired him to new heights, so that their coupling was exquisite and their satisfaction complete.
They sighed and smiled at each other, then he reached to turn off the light before he pulled her to him, arranged the blanket, turned off the TV, and they slept.
* * *
For the second morning, Amy was awake at dawn. It wasn’t that she wakened rested and ready to get out of bed, it was that Chas was moving his hands on her, nuzzling his face against her, hungry again. She said, “You silly old salt. Go back to sleep!”
But he didn’t. She turned away from him, plumped her pillow and settled down. But he moved close, curled into her, his mouth seeking, his new beard causing goose bumps on her as he whiskered her tender skin.
She chuckled. His voice rumbled in sounds that sent sensations skittering along her body.
He slid his hands over her uneven body and touched and stroked. He turned her to suckle and nip.
She wiggled and squeaked and laughed for a time, then she moved languidly tempting and joined in his sensual play until they made love again.
She stretched under him, and his green eyes watched her. “Will we do anything else today?”
He was positive. “No.”
She grinned at him, then reached up and played with his ears and smoothed his eyebrows. “If I got into the pool, I’d drown. I couldn’t move enough to stay afloat. How do married people survive?”
“I’m just trying to figure how I’ll manage the energy to get dressed for the dinner tonight and attend the wedding tomorrow.”
“Sally invited me to a hen party after the dinner tonight. Okay?”
It thrilled him that she had asked his permission. Was she aware that she had? “Don’t be too long.” Then, oddly, he
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