“The thank you will suffice,” he said taking the covered plate into his left hand. “I also have dinner.”
“Well...thanks,” she started saying, but something made her move closer to hug him. Holden wrapped his right arm about her waist, pulling her close to his body. He lifted her from the floor, his scruffy beard rubbing against her smooth cheek, turning them both around twice, and gently setting her back down in the same spot, her body even closer to his when he set her down.
“What was that?”
The look he gave her was laced with innuendo, filled with sexiness, and slapped her across the breast with sheer desire. His cell phone chimed.
“Just a moment of us floating together. Our time’s up, Doc. I gotta get going,” he said.
“Oh...okay,” she said. Disappointment was all over her and she didn’t know why she wanted him to stay.
“Good night, Doc.”
Holden walked out the door, climbed into his trucked, waved at Mrs. Moresy, and drove off. Tallulah stood in the living room, staring out the large picture window, watching his truck go down the street.
“What in the entire hell did he just do?” Tallulah said to herself.
At ten thirty that night, she understood. No matter which way she turned in the bed, all she could feel was his arm around her, floating in his embrace. The scent of him was everywhere on her. The feel of his scruffy beard against the side of her face made her rub the skin several times trying to erase the memory of the sensation.
She couldn’t.
She also couldn’t erase the feel of him against her body.
He’d known exactly what he was doing.
A hot shower would have washed his scent away but she didn’t want that. Tallulah relished the smell of him. Sexy thoughts drifted into the darkness as she imagined the weight of him on top of her, the feel of him inside of her, that scent covering her every fiber.
The king-sized bed, which she’d purchased with pride was now taunting her with the magnitude of its emptiness. Her body seemed small and frail in comparison to the space it took up in the master bedroom. The size of it was also akin to the extent of the loneliness she felt right now.
Holden.
That man would be the perfect size to make the bed feel just flawless in its dimensions.
“Damn,” she said, shoving a pillow between her knees. “Damn, damn, dammit, da damn,” she said.
Chapter Five – Touching the Connectors
The terrible Thursday began with Timmy Tutwiler hurling breakfast on Tallulah’s toes. She wore her favorite pair of Prada sandals, which showed off her fresh pedicure and the perfect pink polish on her little piggies. Timmy Tutwiler’s tummy was full of gas and acid which came up Exorcist style at the good doctor who jumped back so the baby venom would not get on her pretty white jacket, but not quickly enough for it to avoid her toes.
“Ah, Timmy,” she said to the kid.
“I’m sorry, Doc, but I don’t feel so good,” he mumbled as he wiped his little lips.
“That’s why you’re here, kiddo. I’m going to make you feel better,” she said.
In less than an hour, Timmy’s tummy was calm, but Tallulah’s wasn’t. Her night had been restless. Each minute of the day she turned over thoughts of Holden Cimoc holding her as they danced in her mind. At a quarter of three, Holden was out of her head, and she was still wrestling her way out of her busiest day ever. Her main desire at this point was to head home, take a bath, then watch something on her beautiful new television. She left the office weary but satisfied with the day. The clientele was growing with patients of all creeds and colors and if she were reading the trends correctly, in another year, her practice would triple in size.
Something else she was trying to get a read on was Holden Cimoc. Curiosity made her take a quick stop in the local library to look up G.R.R. Martin’s book, which encompassed the last three seasons of her favorite show, The Game of Thrones.
Hmmm. A Dance with Dragons. The book was thicker than the lies women tell themselves to lose weight.
He read this?
She picked up the 1100 page book, turned it over, and then stuck it back on the shelf. That book is longer than my last five relationships. Who am I kidding? I haven’t had any real relationships in several years. This tidbit of information was also a reminder of something else she hasn’t had in a while: the company of a man.
Holden.
“I want to be your everything.”
What does that mean?
Tonight, I would love for him to simply be my lover.
I need a lover.
I like the sound of that.
Who is this young man, Tallulah? Oh that’s Holden...he is my lover. The conversation played in her head like a poorly written porn script as she imagined herself walking into her brother’s bookstore on non-fiction book club night. All the church ladies sitting in judgement of her choice for a lover. Her younger lover. Her younger, blond, long haired, pale white lover with his big ole tool box full of big ole tools.
No...that’s not right. Forget the age. Focus on the sexy. This is Holden...he is my everything.
“What the hell does that mean anyway?” she said loudly to herself. Only one way to find out.
“Shit,” she said aloud and grabbed her phone. Before she could talk herself out of it, she dialed his number.
“Cimoc Electric; this is Holden,” he said.
“Holden, it’s Tallulah,” she said softly.
He did not speak. Instead he pulled over into the nearest parking space and checked his watch. It was 6:45 and he was done for the day.
“...Holden, are you there?”
“I’m here, Doc,” he said as he hit the blinker to pull his truck onto Sycamore.
“You said if I ever needed anything that I could call you,” she said.
“I meant it,” he said as he turned coming down Elm Street.
“Holden, I need you,” she said in her sexiest voice.
“Okee-dokee,” he said, taking a quick turn up Main Street.
“Are you coming over?” She wanted to be clear.
“I am turning onto Mulberry, coming down the street,” he signaled to turn into her driveway. She heard the closing of the truck door. Her heartbeat quickened. The doorbell rang. Tallulah was more nervous than she had been on prom night. The phone was still in her hand when she opened the door.
“I’m here,” he said into the phone and hung up. He stepped inside the living room and closed the door, locking it.
“So...my everything...what does that mean?”
His gaze was so intense she knew that her high beams were on and a warm wet stream was running down her leg. No doubts were in her consciousness about taking this man to her bedroom and giving him the best six and half minutes of his life. Three of those were already gone.
“Whatever you need, Doc, I will handle for you tonight or any time you need me,” he said. He still had not moved. His hands fisted and clenched at his sides.
“My name is Tallulah.” She stared at him. There were no signs of sexual interest in her. At least the front of his pants didn’t say so. Please. Please. Don’t let it be too small where I can barely feel you inside of me. “You don’t talk much...so I’m not so sure about this.”
“I’m here, Tallulah. You called. I am here. I will leave when you are satisfied,” he said to her.
“Damn...da damn...I get it. I mean I get it Holden, but right now, I am not seeing any interest, you haven’t moved from that spot and I am starting to chicken out about this whole thing. Maybe this isn’t a good idea...you know...never mind. I’m sorry I bothered you,” she said reaching around him for the door.
His hand touched her shoulder. Then a lock of her hair which again had fallen out of place. Pulling on the strand to get her back in front of him. He had words. He knew how to use them, in all the right ways.
“It has been a long day, but there are five things that have kept me going all day long...Tallulah. I am goi
ng to count them down for you,” he said to her.
Thump-thump.
Thump-thump.
Thump-thump her heart pounded in her chest.
Holden held her face in his hands as she glanced downwards to see his interest had begun to grow.
“All day long I have wanted to hold this body close to mine. I craved the feel of your warmth against me as I held you intimately for the first time...my hands, roaming across your back, coming over that gentle curve of your hips, taking a handful of the most scrumptious backside I have ever seen in my life,” he said. He inhaled deeply when he pulled her against him. Rough fingertips ran across the silk of her blouse, creating a silent sound, but loud in her ears as his world took the first step of entering into hers. Strong able fingers came together as his hands ran down her back, resting on her butt cheeks. Holden didn’t grope, but held her hips as he would two ripe melons, pressing into the skin, molding her soft form against the hardness of his own.
“One,” he said in her ear.
Soft kisses caressed her check, her jawline, the base of her throat as his hungry mouth sucked, kissed, nibbled until his lips came to hers. The first kiss touched her mouth like the solo notes of an aria billowing in the waves of wind. Her breath was ragged as his tongue snaked in between her lips; his hands moved and positioned her body to feel the readiness of him as he deepened the kiss. His mouth slanted over those lips which had nearly made him have an accident earlier as he thought about them, as again and again he deepened the kiss until she was breathless, clinging to him.
“Two,” he said as his arms wrapped around her, lifting her off the floor, carrying her down the hall. He wrapped her legs around his waist as he bunched up the cute skirt that was still in his way. Nimble fingers unclasped the small button, pulling down the zipper. When he placed her feet on the floor, he pulled the skirt down. He worked quickly to remove the pretty silk blouse that he laid across the chair with care while he kicked off his shoes. The skirt he also handled with care as she stood in front of him in a chemise that he also had no use for after he slipped it over her head. Hungry lips met hers again when his fingers hooked into her underwear, pulling them downwards with his right hand while his left undid her bra.
He stepped back to admire his handy work and rapid clothing removal technique but taking the time to fold her undergarments and place them on the chair as well. Having them scattered about the floor would distract him from what he was about to that wonderful tight little body.
“Three,” he said as his left hand touched her shoulder, pushing her down on the bed.
“Holden...” she started to say to him. Her words were silenced by his silver tongue that buried itself inside of her womanhood, his golden haired head, moving from side to side, bringing her pleasure, and she clawed against the bed covering under the skill of his ministrations. The powerful tongue, used with his words, showed equal strength as he flicked it against the nub of flesh, while his thick fingers probed inside the slick and ready walls. Holden changed the stroke of his tongue from licking to a gentle sucking action, causing Tallulah’s hips to come up off the bed.
“I’m so close,” she said grinding her pelvis against his mouth, the waves of pleasure taking her over. She felt two fingers pressing, then they were inside of her probing, searching, prodding, looking for that perfect spot. Holden pressed down inside of her with his long fingers.
“Oh my....Goooooooooddddddddddddd!” she cried out as she worked her hips against his mouth. The orgasm wracked her body as she shuddered, clutching her tingling breast in her hands, massaging the nipples which had hardened to taut peaks. Her breath was raspy as she tried to calm the fire which raged between her thighs. Tallulah licked her lips greedily, wanting the next number in his sexy countdown. Holden pulled away to stand slowly.
“Four,” he said to her as he pulled down his jeans. Slowly, he pulled the baby blue Cimoc electric shirt over his head, revealing the palest skin she had ever seen on a live human. He took his time folding his clothing and placing it on the nightstand. She watched him through half lidded eyes as he held up a condom that he’d removed from his pants pocket.
“Yes, please,” she said to him eyeing the beautiful erection which jutted upwards. A dollop of moisture glistened on the tip as she licked her lips again. Holden was past that point, only desiring to connect with her.
It’s not small. It’s not tiny. It’s beautiful.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he joined her on the bed. His mouth covered hers as he delicately opened her legs, positioning himself between them.
“I want to be your everything,” he whispered huskily in her ear. “Tell me you want this Tallulah. Tell me you want me.”
“I have been thinking about nothing but you over the past few days. I want you Holden. I want this,” she said to him, digging her nails into his butt cheeks. “Make love to me Holden, show me how you will be my everything.”
The only two people existed in the world as far as Holden was concerned were Tallulah and him. He connected their bodies, moving in her with no hurry, building her passion, stroking her internally. A loud, lusty groan escaped from the back of his throat as he slowly sank into the sweetness of her body, the connection between them and her power. He moved gently, listening to the sounds of her breathing, wanting to understand what her body was telling him.
Dear Jesus, she feels so good. I only have to hold off a little while longer. The thoughts were in his mind as he focused, moved, thrusted just enough to not be vulgar with her. She was the epitome of a lady in his eyes and he would not dishonor this trust she placed in him to give herself over and share this moment.
“Stop playing around and fuck me like you mean it,” she said gruffly to him.
“Okeedokee,” he mumbled.
That was all he needed to hear. Holden increased his pace, slamming into her, thrusting hard as his fingers dug into her skin. He grabbed her thighs pushing them downward until they pressed against her stomach. Bracing himself on her knees, he rocked from his hips, going so deep inside of her she coughed. He did it several more times until Tallulah began to coo.
Holden adjusted himself, pulled his hips back, and plunged even deeper.
“Goodebaoenadoashalalbbabba,” she mumbled through drool. Her body starting to tremble as her second orgasm erupted, sucking him in deeper, but he fought against joining her so soon. Holden did the same move again.
And again.
Once more for good measure, and Tallulah went limp.
Don’t pass out on me. Don’t pass out on me. I’m right there. I’m right there. He pumped hard against her.
Harder.
Faster.
Deeper.
I’m right there.
Right there.
His lips met hers once more, his lips moving over hers over and over until he grunted, his tongue dancing with hers, his hips working furiously to release all the of tension, frustration, and feelings balled into one. He collapsed on top of her.
“Five,” he mumbled in her ear. Sated, happy and feeling something he didn’t want to discuss, he gently disengaged from her body and rolled over, pulling her with him. Her head rested upon his chest, her breathing heavy as she tried to catch her breath. He closed his eyes, inhaling the sweetness that clung to her skin. Huffing the bouquet of their lovemaking, he knew it was just as he had imagined it would be.
Making love to Tallulah Strom was all kinds of beautiful.
“I like the way you think, Holden Cimoc,” she told him, nestling her head to his chest. “I like it a lot.”
“I can count to five, too,” he said with a happy face.
“And you did a very good job of it as well,” she laughed.
“Do I get a reward?”
“Oh yes, yes you do,” she told him, rolling on top of him, looking down in the most gorgeous blue eyes she’d ever seen. “We are going to start with a spray tan! You are the whitest white person I think I have ever seen in the sunny state
of Georgia!”
Laughter filled the bedroom as the two snuggled in the dark, both thinking, imagining, wanting, but knowing it would not work out. The only difference was Holden was willing to give it a go. Tallulah, wasn’t certain of what she wanted, but Holden had a way of handling her. A way that she was going to learn to love.
Chapter Six – Filling Out the Conductor
Tallulah awoke to an empty bed. The pillow next to hers had an indentation of a head in it that showed proof that a man had slept beside her last night. Slowly, she rolled over to inhale the pillow, picking up the faint traces of his scent on the Egyptian cotton sheeting. Turning over slowly, she winced a bit at the soreness from their lovemaking because during the night, he’d taken her twice more with the same unbridled enthusiasm, which ended in her cooing. The third time was so good, she found herself damned near crying.
“I wish he had at least said goodbye,” she said loudly.
“I’m still here,” Holden said as he rounded the corner with a tray. On it were scrambled eggs with spinach, whole wheat toast, fresh tomato slices, and a cup of tea. “I was making you a good breakfast to get you through the day.”
He placed the tray on her lap after she sat up and leaned against the headboard. Her eyes focused in on him naked as a snow white jaybird. Abdominal muscles rippled in his stomach as he turned to collect his things when his cell phone rang. He held up one finger as he pulled the device from the back pocket of his jeans.
“Cimoc Electrical; this is Holden.” He listened intently, mumbling at intervals. “Yes, Sir. I will be there shortly. No...no, don’t touch anything. I am in route.”
He stood there quietly, putting his shirt on, watching her watching him.
“You were amazing, Tallulah,” he said to her. “Duty calls and I have to run. I was wondering though...are you planning to do any shopping this weekend?”
“Yes, I have some things to pick up,” she said, nibbling at the eggs.
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