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“Samantha ... Samantha ...”
He kept gazing into her eyes.
Suddenly her core clenched, her clitoris throbbed, and she hugged him deep to her with her legs. He obliged, pushing down his hips, and she writhed as her climax exploded through her.
She saw his. His eyes closed, his head back, he gutturally moaned her name again. On his lips, it sounded like a prayer. Answered.
Jesse collapsed his weight to the side. Samantha stared up at the wood-planked ceiling. The sounds of reality filled the room. His breathing. Her pulse. Birds in the trees. Breeze through the leaves.
At any moment, she would wake up. Until then, she closed her eyes and savored the last bits of this perfect dream.
*
Jesse didn’t move, in part, too damned exhausted to. He also plain didn’t want to. If he moved, he might have to speak, and he wasn’t sure what to say. Now that good sense had returned to his desire-befuddled brain, he had quite a bit to ask.
Who was she, and not her name? Had she come all the way from Nevada? How had she found him? And why was it acceptable to welcome him into her arms so willfully and wantonly? Experienced. Not looking for marriage. Perhaps she was a widow. Not that he was complaining. He wasn’t. He’d wanted what they’d shared as much as she did. Probably more. In fact, he counted himself more than lucky to have found her again. Were he a religious man, he’d call it a blessing.
So he didn’t move.
He didn’t speak. He lay covering her body with his and listened to her breathe. He closed his eyes and memorized the details. One thought wouldn’t leave him alone.
How was he going to keep her here with him?
Impossible. He knew that. In any case, his mind started hunting for a way to do it, impossible or not.
First, he’d have to ask how she found him. Weren’t another reason in existence for her to appear on his doorstep, as she had. No matter what his grandmother might have said. He would ask, as soon as she woke up.
Jesse lifted his head to make sure he was right. He was. Fast asleep, mouth open, and even snoring a bit. Jesse pulled his limbs free so he could cover their naked bodies from the chilly night air.
A thousand questions sprang to mind. A few of them a mite suspicious. He should wake her, but figured she would then want to leave. Widow or not, it wasn’t proper for a woman like her to hole up with any man, particularly one who, were they discovered, couldn’t live up to the expectations folks would have.
She’d have to stay with Ginny. She would, anyhow, as far as anyone else would know. Ginny would fuss at him for putting Samantha in such a position, but she’d get over it well enough. His sister had a lot more bark than bite.
In the darkness, curled against Samantha, Jesse smiled contentedly. He began to make plans. Plans that likely never would be enacted. Plans, nonetheless. Of settling down, of family.
The afternoon sun warmed his naked backside and soon, he too fell asleep, holding the mysterious blonde whom he’d thought never to see again in all of his days.
*
Samantha rolled over and sat up. As usual, the floor was cold on her feet. She kept her eyes mostly closed and poked about with her feet for her fuzzy pink slippers. The ones Charles got her for Christmas three months early after becoming fed up with her complaints about the old California home.
Her toes found nothing but wood floor. She swept them out in big circles again, reaching as far under the bed as she could. Nothing. If she’d bothered to open her eyes, she would have rolled them. Instead, she sighed. If the slippers had become chew toys like her last pair, her roommate would be hearing exactly what she was fed up with.
When she bent over and searched, her hands also found nothing. She gave up. She’d have to suffer the cold on her walk to the bathroom. After she peed, she would race back to bed and bundle up her feet and rub them fast. Planning it all out helped. With a deep
“Samantha ... Samantha ...”
He kept gazing into her eyes.
Suddenly her core clenched, her clitoris throbbed, and she hugged him deep to her with her legs. He obliged, pushing down his hips, and she writhed as her climax exploded through her.
She saw his. His eyes closed, his head back, he gutturally moaned her name again. On his lips, it sounded like a prayer. Answered.
Jesse collapsed his weight to the side. Samantha stared up at the wood-planked ceiling. The sounds of reality filled the room. His breathing. Her pulse. Birds in the trees. Breeze through the leaves.
At any moment, she would wake up. Until then, she closed her eyes and savored the last bits of this perfect dream.
*
Jesse didn’t move, in part, too damned exhausted to. He also plain didn’t want to. If he moved, he might have to speak, and he wasn’t sure what to say. Now that good sense had returned to his desire-befuddled brain, he had quite a bit to ask.
Who was she, and not her name? Had she come all the way from Nevada? How had she found him? And why was it acceptable to welcome him into her arms so willfully and wantonly? Experienced. Not looking for marriage. Perhaps she was a widow. Not that he was complaining. He wasn’t. He’d wanted what they’d shared as much as she did. Probably more. In fact, he counted himself more than lucky to have found her again. Were he a religious man, he’d call it a blessing.
So he didn’t move.
He didn’t speak. He lay covering her body with his and listened to her breathe. He closed his eyes and memorized the details. One thought wouldn’t leave him alone.
How was he going to keep her here with him?
Impossible. He knew that. In any case, his mind started hunting for a way to do it, impossible or not.
First, he’d have to ask how she found him. Weren’t another reason in existence for her to appear on his doorstep, as she had. No matter what his grandmother might have said. He would ask, as soon as she woke up.
Jesse lifted his head to make sure he was right. He was. Fast asleep, mouth open, and even snoring a bit. Jesse pulled his limbs free so he could cover their naked bodies from the chilly night air.
A thousand questions sprang to mind. A few of them a mite suspicious. He should wake her, but figured she would then want to leave. Widow or not, it wasn’t proper for a woman like her to hole up with any man, particularly one who, were they discovered, couldn’t live up to the expectations folks would have.
She’d have to stay with Ginny. She would, anyhow, as far as anyone else would know. Ginny would fuss at him for putting Samantha in such a position, but she’d get over it well enough. His sister had a lot more bark than bite.
In the darkness, curled against Samantha, Jesse smiled contentedly. He began to make plans. Plans that likely never would be enacted. Plans, nonetheless. Of settling down, of family.
The afternoon sun warmed his naked backside and soon, he too fell asleep, holding the mysterious blonde whom he’d thought never to see again in all of his days.
*
Samantha rolled over and sat up. As usual, the floor was cold on her feet. She kept her eyes mostly closed and poked about with her feet for her fuzzy pink slippers. The ones Charles got her for Christmas three months early after becoming fed up with her complaints about the old California home.
Her toes found nothing but wood floor. She swept them out in big circles again, reaching as far under the bed as she could. Nothing. If she’d bothered to open her eyes, she would have rolled them. Instead, she sighed. If the slippers had become chew toys like her last pair, her roommate would be hearing exactly what she was fed up with.
When she bent over and searched, her hands also found nothing. She gave up. She’d have to suffer the cold on her walk to the bathroom. After she peed, she would race back to bed and bundle up her feet and rub them fast. Planning it all out helped. With a deep
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