Marcus pulled his line out of the water and started rowing back towards shore.
"I'm thinking I might tell Kelsey I want her to start sleeping in my bed. I won't touch her or anything, but it will help her get used to being physically close to me."
"You're going to put that girl in your bed and not touch her?" Marcus asked in disbelief.
"Yeah, why not? I can't sleep with her in the other room anyway; I might at least enjoy her warmth."
"You're a better man than me," Marcus snorted. "I can't get within five feet of Sue without thinking about having her upstairs, or over the counter or any other place that's handy."
"Gee, thanks for sharing. That makes me feel a whole lot better, knowing you're so damned satisfied."
"Oh I am, Ty; you have no idea how satisfied," Marcus said grinning.
"Just shut up and row, will you."
Chapter Four
Ty was humming softly as he pulled into the drive. A bouquet of pink sweetheart roses lay on the seat beside him looking out of place in his old pick-up. Pulling out to the barn, Ty backed up to the door, hopped out and began unloading supplies. Occasionally he boarded animals if the need arose and he liked to be prepared. It didn't take long to take care of his chores and he was smiling as he retrieved the flowers and headed towards the house. He was home early today, sort of a surprise for Kelsey.
Although she kept busy, cleaning the house and trying new recipes from the several cookbooks they'd bought, he knew she grew lonely. She wanted to take a job in town, but Ty absolutely forbade it. It was one of the few arguments they had in the last two weeks. Ty wanted her home when he got out of work, not putting up with wise-ass punks hanging out at the Dairy Queen every evening. Kelsey pouted a little, but Ty wouldn't cave and eventually she dropped the subject, much to his relief. The last thing he wanted to do was rock the boat.
They were getting closer each day, spending their evenings cuddling on the couch as they watched old movies Kelsey had never even heard of. She especially liked the old black and whites and the musicals on the classic movie channel. The more he got to know her, the sadder her previous life seemed. Kelsey had never experienced so many things he took for granted. She loved the music of the forest, as she called it, and tonight he planned on taking her out on the lake to watch the sunset. Motorboats were not allowed, but he had a canoe and a rowboat. He would pack a cooler with drinks and they could watch the stars appear, something that fascinated her. She'd never seen so many stars in the city because of all the light pollution but the night sky over her new home often pulled her out onto the deck after dark. Ty was already planning to buy her a telescope.
They were not having sex yet, but they were getting closer each day. Kelsey now slept in his bed, a good sign, though Ty got very little sleep himself. Holding her in his arms, her body soft and warm against him, was agony and ecstasy all rolled into one. Ty was a patient man, but that patience was beginning to fray around the edges. Each evening Kelsey sat on his lap, their kisses inflaming them both, but she allowed him to go just so far. He could kiss her, pet her and pluck her little nipples to throbbing attention. He could even cup her womanhood with his large firm hand as her hot little bottom pushed against his raging erection, but as soon as he made a move to unbutton her jeans or slip off her tee, she froze. All of her breathy little sighs stopped immediately as her eyes filled with panic and fear.
Ty soothed her and retreated each time, assuring her that there was no rush, but he wondered just how much longer it could go on. He was getting pretty sick of cold showers and masturbating.
Parts of him wondered if he should just throw caution to the wind and take her, as Marcus had suggested. Surely the actual act could not be more frightening than what she was doing to herself? He marveled at the amount of sexual frustration she could tolerate, but he never got the sense that she was somehow relieving herself during the day while he was gone, until now.
Ty came in through the garage, something that he almost never did. Just out of habit he tried the doorknob as he reached for his keys, scowling when it turned easily. There was hardly ever any crime in the area, but he'd told her several times to keep the doors locked anyway. She was new to the area and would have no idea how to handle anything or anyone coming into the house uninvited. Occasionally there were bears, which was why Ty made sure never to leave anything lying around to draw their interest. In the fall, when food was scarce, he would be even more vigilant regarding her safety.
Walking through the breezeway he entered the kitchen, putting the flowers on the counter. For some reason, he didn't call out to her, but listened to determine where she was in the huge house. For a few moments the silence surrounded him and then he heard something that truly surprised him. Heading towards the family room, the sounds of passion grew louder.
Ty smiled. No wonder his little tease could say no over and over again. She was having a grand old time by herself. He walked quietly around the kitchen counter, irresistibly drawn to observe her naked body in the throes of passion, until it occurred to him that she might not be alone. Fury consumed him, replacing his curiosity and quickening his stride. Never in a million years could he have anticipated the scene that presented itself.
Kelsey sat alone on the end of the leather chaise, fully dressed in white shorts and a light blue tank top, her eyes glued to the big-screen TV. Ty leaned against the doorway; his arms crossed over his chest as she picked up the remote and rewound the DVD. He recognized the movie "When Harry Met Sally" immediately, and had seen it several times. What he hadn't seen was Kelsey imitating Meg Ryan in almost perfect pitch. The movie was muted, but Kelsey's voice matched each breathy moan and passionate word, including the "Yes, Yes, and Oh God Yes."
She even had the "throw your head back and close your eyes" down pat. Had she been touching herself in any way or had the movie not been playing, he would have believed she just experienced the most incredible orgasm of her young life.
Ty had to give himself credit. He never moved, never laughed or made a sound as she went through the procedure three times. But then she tossed the remote down and jumped up doing her very own version of a happy dance with her little ass wiggling like crazy. When she began chanting, "I finally got it," he let out a discreet cough. Kelsey spun, spotted him and screamed all at the same time as she promptly fell on her butt.
"How long have you been standing there?" she accused, before covering her face with her hands and making no effort to get up.
"Long enough, Sweet Pea," Ty replied, trying so hard not to laugh, his jaw hurt.
"Oh my God," she breathed.
"You already said that," he replied as he lost control and burst out laughing.
"Shut up," she ordered as she uncovered her blushing face and got to her knees. Picking up a couch pillow she threw it at him as he collapsed onto the recliner, wiping the tears from his eyes.
"Don't you laugh at me, Ty," she shouted, getting to her feet and looking around for another weapon.
"I can't help it," he replied. "You're so fucking cute and sweet, it's a wonder I don't have a constant toothache just being in the same room with you. What the hell were you doing anyway?" he asked, still laughing.
"I was doing it for you," she shouted back. "Don't make fun of me for trying to make you happy."
"How is mimicking Meg Ryan's fake orgasm supposed to make me happy?" he asked, still smiling.
Kelsey turned away from him, ejected the DVD and snapped it right in half. It was then that Ty realized this was more serious than he thought. It took him a minute to put things straight in his mind, and when he did, it wasn't nearly so funny. Getting up from the chair he reached Kelsey in a matter of three strides. Taking her arms he spun her around and repeated his question.
"Kelsey, how is mimicking her fake orgasm supposed to make me happy?"
It was impossible to look him in the eye, so Kelsey stared at her bare toes, wiggling them in the thick carpet until he gave her a quick shake.
; "Look at me and answer me, now," he ordered sternly.
This was a side of Ty she hadn't seen since they argued over her allowance and it was one she had no desire to become better acquainted with. He demanded her obedience and he got it.
"I wanted to please you, and I didn't know how," she whispered, raising her watery blue eyes to his and quaking at his serious expression. "Ty, I don't like sex. It hurts and it's embarrassing. I've never had an orgasm and I didn't want you to feel bad. I looked it up on your computer and I think I'm frigid," she sighed. "I thought if I could fake it…"
"So you did this with the intention of faking an orgasm with me. You were going to let me think you were enjoying making love when all the time you planned on hating every minute of it?"
"Yes," she replied so softly he could barely hear her.
"Kelsey, I want to put you over my knee and spank you so badly right now my hand is tingling. I warned you about lying to me and how I feel about it. What makes you so sure you won't enjoy making love with me anyway? You've been sitting on my lap every night, letting me kiss you and pet you, and now you're saying you don't like it?"
"No, Ty, no," she assured him, her eyes pleading with his as she stroked his chest. "I do like it when you kiss me and touch me. Being on your lap, in your arms is my favorite place in the whole world. I'm just afraid, that's all. It's not your fault, it's me," she finished, tears streaking down her cheeks.
"Kelsey, I'm a man, not a boy. My body does not control me, I control it. I'm not entirely sure what you've been through and it really doesn't change things. The past is the past; it's the future that's important. There will be no hurried groping or painful penetration, not between us. I will take plenty of time to make sure you're ready for me. I understand your fears, but we need to get rid of them if we are to move forward and there's only one way that I can see to do that, baby. As far as being frigid, that's bullshit. I can feel the heat coming off you even through your jeans when I hold you. You just need to relax and let me love you."
"I don't know if I can," she whispered, resting her forehead on his chest in defeat.
"I'm not giving you a choice," he replied solemnly, tipping her head back and pinning her with his eyes. "I'm not prepared to spend the rest of my life with an elephant in the room and ignore it. We need to get rid of it once and for all."
"But…"
"No buts, go upstairs, I'll be up in a minute. I want you in our bed when I get there. You can always tell me the truth about what you're feeling and I'll do anything I can to make it better, but you need to know that if I catch you faking even one little response to me, I will stop immediately, flip you over and spank your sweet little ass."
"I'm afraid, Ty. Please can't we wait a little longer?"
"Why, so you can have more practice deceiving me? I don't think so, honey," he told her, pulling her against him and kissing her hair. "Look, you're not a silly little virgin and I'm not a brute. I feel your heart race when I touch you, the heat of your body damn near burns me right through your jeans, and I feel the dampness you create. That's your body getting ready for me. When your nipples get hard, they are getting ready for my mouth," he whispered into her ear. "I need you, Sweet Pea, and you need me, too. Let me put your fears to rest once and for all?"
Kelsey clung to him, her body trembling, and Ty wondered if he had the stomach to follow through if she fought him on this, but in the end she pulled his head down to hers. Her sweet lips kissed his softly before she slipped from his arms and headed upstairs.
Ty grabbed a clean pair of boxers out of the dryer and took a shower in the downstairs bathroom; he wanted to give Kelsey plenty of privacy and time to get ready. Even knowing how scared she was could not dim his excitement. Finally, she would be his in the most essential way and he hoped he had the strength to go slowly.
Spotting the roses on the counter, he put them in a vase with water, carrying them upstairs. Knocking on the bedroom door, he waited breathlessly
"Come in, Ty," she called softly.
Kelsey stood nervously next to the bed wearing a white cotton gown with a little blue ribbon woven through the eyelet lace at the neckline and wrists. Her blond hair was down, hanging almost to her waist in silken swirls. She looked like a child and Ty thanked his lucky stars that that wasn't the case.
"These are for you," he told her, holding out the flowers.
"Oh Ty, they're beautiful," Kelsey said, taking the vase out of his hands. She took them to her dresser, adjusting them just so before she lowered her face to the fragrant blooms.
"Thank you, no one has ever given me flowers before," she told him solemnly.
"Sweet Pea, you can have fresh flowers three times a week if you want. Just let the florist in town know what you want."
"That's not quite the same, Ty," she smiled.
"Oh, I guess not," he admitted as he moved to her and took her hand, kissing the palm
"Do you have a favorite flower?" he asked as he slipped his arms around her and smothered his groan.
"I like daisies and lilacs," she replied, "and almost all wildflowers, but the roses are beautiful," she hurried on, lest he think she didn't appreciate them.
"I chose them because the pink is the same color as your lips," he whispered, running his hand down her hair.
Kelsey blushed, hiding her face as she felt herself relax in his arms.
"Let's lie on the bed," Ty suggested, leading her in that direction.
"Can we close the curtains?" she asked hopefully.
"No, Sweet Pea, we can't. This is about banishing your fears, not hiding them in the dark. I want to see your beautiful little body and I want you to see mine. There is nothing for you to be afraid of and if we close out the light you might be the next time. Kelsey, please, we'll take this slowly, but let me lead."
"Okay," she whispered lying on the bed on her back, frozen with fear.
Ty lay beside her and turned her towards him; he did not press against her but rather let her roll naturally closer because of his greater weight on the mattress. Softly he stroked her hair as he brought his lips to her, kissing her lightly. God, she smelled so good, he thought, as his lips carefully traveled to her ear, watching and waiting for any sign of alarm. She was as tightly strung as a bow, but she never said a word. His hand stroked down her arm, opening her closed fist and massaging her small hand until it stayed open.
"Relax, baby," he breathed in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "I won't hurt you. In fact my goal is to make you feel wonderful."
Kelsey couldn't suppress the snort that escaped her lips and Ty instantly popped up his head.
"Oh, so you doubt my abilities," he teased, wiggling his eyebrows up and down until she laughed. "Well we'll just see about that won't we, Missy," he continued, pulling her on top of him and kissing her wildly.
Kelsey was caught off guard and before she knew it she was kissing him back with all the passion she had. His hands rubbed up and down her spine almost tickling her, but not quite, until she wiggled against him. Flipping her back over, Ty continued in his role, finding that the teasing role-play somehow made it a little less stressful for her. Capturing both of her hands in one of his, he pinned them over her head.
"What tempting little morsel is this?" he asked as his free hand gently stroked her breast. "Let's just see, shall we?" he smiled as he took the tiny blue ribbon in his fingers and untied it. Separating the bodice he freed her breast, his eyes widening in mock delight as he teased her protruding nipple.
"Please, Ty," she begged, torn between laughing at his antics and fighting the new sensations coursing through her.
"No need to beg, my lady," he replied, bending to her breast. "I'm more than happy to assist you." His hot tongue scraped across the tender bud as Kelsey gasped in pleasure. He swirled and stroked until her back arched and sighed as he pulled her offering into his mouth, suckling gently. Kelsey struggled to free her hands, but Ty would not be moved. At this point he wasn't sure whether she would push h
im away or pull him closer.
Ty spent a long time teasing her breasts, enjoying each and every breathless moan she uttered. Keeping her firmly captured, he slid his hand down over her tummy, inching her nightgown up slowly. As soon as he felt the warmth of her delta, he released her nipple.
"Spread your legs, baby," he whispered.
"Do I have to?" she asked
"Yes, sweetheart," he replied hiding his grin. "Be a good girl and do as I ask."
"Okay, but I'm not sure about this," she squealed as she complied and his hand claimed her.
"That's okay, because I am. Just relax."
"Can't you let go of my hands," she pleaded, panic setting in.
"In a minute I will, but for right now I think they need to stay out of the way. Trust me, baby."
"I'm trying," she groaned as his finger slipped between her lower lips.
"I know you are and you're doing well," he replied, stroking the very top of her clit as she arched and moaned. "We're just going to take our time here, and see what happens all right?'
Kelsey nodded as his lips reclaimed her nipple and his finger slipped lower, rubbing across a very sensitive area. She was unfamiliar with the waves of heat that moved through her and when he paused at her entrance instead of pulling away like she intended, she found herself thrusting up as he slipped inside her.
"Oh my God," she moaned. "What is happening to me?" she pleaded, her eyes wide with fright as he slowly and gently moved in and out of her body, causing little ripples of pleasure to claim her.
Ty smiled. "Remember your movie?" he teased. "This is what she was talking, or should I say moaning, about."
"Oh, oh, oh," Kelsey panted as he nibbled his way along her collarbone while stroking deep inside her. When he pulled out of her, she felt an aching loss so brutal she wanted to howl in misery, and each time he did, he stroked her clit, bringing intense joy. It was impossible to feel such conflicting emotions, she thought, as he brought her ever closer to a cliff she could not see. Tossing frantically on the bed she pleaded with him.
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