“Do you still get upset?”
“I’ve had my moments over the years. He’s in the past now. He doesn’t affect my present or my future. You do.”
He cleared his throat. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I want to be with you all the time. I want to hear you laugh, hold your hand, make love with you.”
She slid closer to him, running her hands through his hair. She massaged his ears and his neck, touching the bare skin of his chest where his shirt was open. He pulled her closer. He ran his hands over her buttocks.
“We have two choices. Stay here and wind up naked or go upstairs and wind up naked. Do you have a preference?” He nibbled her lips.
“This couch is comfy, but I’d like to see your bedroom.” She lowered her voice to a pleasant purr.
He led her upstairs, pausing on the landing. He pressed her against the wall. She could tell he was aroused. Placing his hands on her hips, he guided her upstairs in front of him. Her heart was beating. She didn’t want to be disrespectful, but she hoped his bedroom wouldn’t contain memories of Brenda. She hoped it wasn’t a mistake to be in his home. As they entered the bedroom, she was relieved yet saddened to see Lisa had done her work in his bedroom too.
The sparsely furnished room was definitely masculine. It had serene blue walls with a dresser and an armoire. The bed had a dark wooden headboard. The bedclothes were blue and chocolate brown. A beautiful afghan was draped at the foot of the bed. Its granny squares were similar in color to the bedclothes. It was the one homey touch in the room.
“What do you think?” he whispered, holding her close.
“Lisa has excellent taste. Did she let you pick out anything?”
“I insisted with this room. I like everything in here, including you. Now it’s not so lonely anymore.” He nuzzled her neck.
“You’re not alone. There’s no need to be lonely anymore. I’m here and I love you.” She faced him.
He kissed her hands. “I love you, Meara. I want to make love with you.”
She nodded, her hands going under his shirt and over his chest. She pulled the shirt off over his head. He had light wisps of reddish blonde hair on his chest. There was naked desire in her eyes as he pulled her shirt off. She had one hand rubbing the front of his jeans while the other was trying to undo his belt buckle.
She was frustrated. “Damn it. Why can’t I get it open?”
“Let me help.” He pulled the belt from his jeans, folding it in half. “How about that spanking?”
Her eyes widened with delight. “Oh.”
“Next time.” He dropped the belt and kissed her deeply.
She succeeded in opening his jeans. With her fingertips, she followed the line of fine reddish blonde hair down his chest. The hair was darker and thicker around his belly button. Her hands trembled as she worked his jeans off his hips. She gave a low moan. She worked her hands inside his underwear. Her heart was pounding as she gently tugged off his underwear. She put her hands on him and massaged him.
He pushed her pants and underwear over her hips and onto the floor. He fumbled, determined to unhook her bra. It was difficult to concentrate with her touching him. He took a deep breath and pulled off her bra triumphantly. He groaned at the sight of her soft, round breasts. He wanted to bury his face in them. He wanted to suck on her nipples. His passion growing, he wanted to be inside her. He nudged her onto the bed. He froze.
Meara panicked. “What’s wrong?”
Duncan held her shoulders. “I don’t have protection. Do you have any?”
“No. I never even thought about it,” she blushed. “I do have a confession. I’m on the pill. Diana and Dr. Wong tag-teamed me.”
Relieved, he kissed her. “Thank you, Diana and Dr. Wong.”
“Duncan? Is there anything I should know? I can’t believe I’m asking this.”
“You’re completely right to ask. No, I don’t have anything. Is the pill enough? Do you want me to get additional protection?” He struggled to control himself.
He wanted their first time to be perfect. He wanted her to be comfortable. He wanted her.
“No, it’s fine. Now where was I? Oh, yes,” she murmured.
She ran her fingers down his chest, following the path of the light reddish hairs to the thicker, darker blonde hairs just below his belly button. She wasn’t going to be distracted again. He wasn’t going to last much longer if she kept touching him. He stopped her by holding her wrists. He lowered her onto her back and slipped between her legs.
He groaned, burying his face in her breasts, covering them with kisses. She ran her hands through his hair. He took her nipple into his mouth and used his thumb to play with the other. Eyes closed, she was breathing heavily. He sucked the nipple of the other breast. He carefully bit it. Her back arched. She pulled him close. They kissed.
“Are you sure?” He breathed into her ear.
“Yes. Yes, Duncan. Please.” Nodding her head, she was begging, pleading.
She guided him between her legs. With slight pressure and a gentle thrust, he was inside her. They both gasped, locking eyes as the world melted away. He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tight. She wrapped her legs around his waist, moving her hips towards him. Encouraged, he rolled his hips towards her. She closed her eyes. He kept his eyes open, wanting to watch her. He was going to satisfy her before he reached orgasm himself. She moved her hips again, running her hands over his body.
She made low moaning noises. She arched her back and rolled her hips towards him. Suddenly, she went rigid and held her breath. He recognized this from other encounters. She was orgasming. He kept thrusting, but he didn’t want to hurt her. He wasn’t expecting what happened next. She exploded in his arms. Like the time on her couch, her first orgasm was just a prelude to a wild ride. Her hands were everywhere. She made encouraging groans and moans. Pleasing her was turning him on even more than he thought it would.
She gripped the comforter with her fists while thrusting her hips towards him. She orgasmed again. He watched the intense passion on her face. Knowing he was the reason why she was losing control made him feel alive. Thrusting wildly, he struggled to hold onto her. Her breathing stopped. She shuddered against him as another orgasm took her. Groaning, he lost control and orgasmed. He closed his eyes, held onto her and rode the wave of pleasure that came over him. They looked at each other. She pulled him down, kissing him deeply.
“Are you all right?” he whispered.
She giggled. “Yes, Duncan. Are you?”
He nuzzled her neck and let out a long exhale. “That giggle. I’m extremely happy.”
She patted the bed next to her. He slid down beside her. He pulled her into an embrace with her head resting on his chest. She ran her hands across his body, exploring it. She tenderly touched the heavier hair above his belly button. She attempted to go dangerously lower, but he trapped her hand and kissed it.
He sighed. “Please. Let me recover before you drive me crazy again.”
“I’ll try to behave. I can’t help myself with you around.”
“Keep your hands where I can see them. I’m not sure I’ll be able to behave myself with you next to me.”
She placed her leg over his leg. She moved herself as close as she could get. He held her hand on his chest. Their breathing was slowing down. She listened to his heartbeat. She smiled when he began to snore lightly. His snoring got louder and her smile got wider. It was crazy, but it sounded like music to her. She covered them with the blanket, snuggling close to him. She dozed lightly.
She woke up, not sure where she was at first. His snoring had quieted down. He was fast asleep. She remembered her clothes were strewn across the floor. She disengaged herself from his embrace and carefully slid from the bed. She picked up her underwear and pants. She covered herself as she looked for the rest of her clothes.
His voice came from the bed. “If you need the bathroom, it’s to your right. I forgot to include it on the tour.”
Her hear
t sank. The butterflies were screaming in her stomach. He didn’t want her to stay. She wondered if he had gotten what he wanted and was now done with her. She couldn’t believe he would do that, but she wasn’t sure. She had been wrong in her life before when it came to love. Eyes filling with tears, she picked up her clothes and held them to cover herself. She picked up her shoes.
He sat straight up in bed. “What are you doing? Are you going somewhere?”
“I thought…We’re done…Don’t you want me to leave?”
“Leave? What are you talking about? I don’t want you to leave.” Duncan pushed the blanket down, edging closer to Meara.
She could see his naked chest and a hint of alluring hair below his belly button. She couldn’t concentrate. She took a deep breath.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what your expectations are. I didn’t know if you wanted me to stay or not.”
“Meara, you’re my girlfriend and I love you. When I bring you home and we make love, I expect you to stay. Do you understand? I expect you to be here when I wake up. Not slinking away like a stranger.” Hurt, he struggled to control his anger.
“Yes, Duncan. I understand. Please don’t be upset with me,” she cooed.
“I’m not. I don’t want you to leave. Now come back to bed.” He leaned against the pillows and patted the space next to him.
He was aroused again. The blanket hinted at a lump below his belly button. Her face went blank as she edged to the side of the bed. She pulled the blanket to cover herself, letting her clothes fall to the floor. She slipped back into bed. He slid closer to her, pressing against her. There was no mistaking he was ready to make love again. He kissed her and grabbed her buttocks. She nibbled his lip, running her hand along his jaw and neck. The sound of a cell phone froze them in place.
“It’s not mine. I’d get calls on the house phone,” he said.
“Oh, crap. What time is it? It has to be Diana.”
“Then answer it.”
She wrapped the afghan from the foot of the bed around herself. It hugged her curves. He watched her look for the cell phone. The afghan had been Brenda’s favorite and now Meara was wearing it. The granny squares revealed hints of alluring skin. She was absolutely sexy. He exhaled deeply. Ever since Brenda had died, he had felt a small knot in his chest. Now it unraveled.
“Thank you, Brenda,” he whispered, his eyes misting.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Meara answered her cell phone, sitting on the edge of the bed. Duncan quietly crawled out from under the blanket. He slid behind her, placing his legs around her. She jumped. He pressed himself into her buttocks. Feeling his arousal, her back arched. She put her head on his shoulder.
“Diana. I’m not at the library. Where am I?”
“Tell her.” He commanded with a whisper, reaching into the afghan for her nipple and massaging it.
“I’m at Duncan’s house.” It came out in a low moan.
“Ask to postpone dinner until tomorrow. Sorry about the late notice, but something came up.” He breathed into her ear, pinching her nipple.
She squeaked. “Diana? May we change the dinner to tomorrow?”
As he played with her nipple, he burrowed into the afghan to find the soft mound between her legs. She inhaled sharply. She was finding it incredibly difficult to concentrate.
“No, I’m fine. We got involved in something. Thanks, Diana. What are we doing? Ah…oh…my…” She lost her train of thought as his hands did their work.
“Give me the phone.” He released her nipple, but his other hand didn’t let up. “Diana? Hi, it’s Duncan. My girlfriend and I are having a sleepover. We’ve already had one pillow fight and your sister is about ready for another one. I’m going to keep her overnight. I’m going to feed her lots of bad things and let her drink soda. I’m going to put her to bed very late and wake her up early for another pillow fight. I’ll feed her breakfast and send her home. She’ll be doing the walk of shame around nine tomorrow morning. Is that okay with you?”
He continued to rub between her legs. She was covering her mouth with her hand. He could hear gentle moans coming from her. Her chest heaved as her head rested on his shoulder. She bit her own hand.
He listened. “Yes, it’s my own funeral. I hate to cut our chat short, but Meara’s ready for the pillow fight. I’ll see you tomorrow. And thank you, it is a wonderful birthday.”
Disconnecting the call, he dropped the phone on the floor. He massaged her nipple, gave it a pinch. She gasped. He increased the pressure between her legs. He braced her chest with his hand. She went rigid, orgasming. He pressed himself against her backside. She arched her back and took ragged breaths. He slid back on the bed and dragged her with him. He wanted her. He had her heart and soul. He had waited for her. He had waited so long to feel again. She made him feel alive in her arms, but it wasn’t enough.
He wanted her body too. She had awakened a passion, a lust he had never known he had. He removed the afghan from her body and tossed it away. He roughly pushed her down onto her back. He knelt in front of her legs with his hands gripping her knees. He groaned, waiting for the slightest encouragement from her. Gasping in shock and nodding her head, she reached her hands out for him to come closer. She wanted him to take her. He pushed her knees open and buried his face in her irresistible breasts.
His first thrust jolted her. She wanted to please him as he had pleased her. She moved her hips and held onto him. Encouraged, his passion increased. His thrusts were wild and urgent. He was losing control. Thrusting as hard as he could, he wanted her to call his name. She made murmuring sounds, but he wanted her to let go and scream. He placed his hands above her shoulders, locking her into place as his thrusts went deeper. Her eyes shot open. She blushed to see he was watching her with raw lust. She gave a long, low groan.
“Oh…Duncan…Yes…Please…Duncan,” she cried out. “DUNCAN.”
As another orgasm rocked her, he knew he had her body. It was his. She was completely his. A powerful wave of release came over him and he growled. He took several ragged breaths before he slowed to a stop. She was breathing heavily as well. He held her tight so she wouldn’t tremble.
“Happy Birthday, Duncan my love,” she whispered.
He kissed and caressed her face. He drew the blanket around them. He pulled her close, spooning her. His arm was wrapped around her waist and his leg was over hers. He was careful not to press up against her buttocks. They were cuddling comfortably.
“That’s settled. You’re not getting away this time. Understood?”
“Yes, Duncan.” She giggled, tickling the hair on his arm.
“Please don’t giggle until I recuperate. I’m only human.”
“Yes, Duncan,” she said mischievously.
He kissed her dimple. “Let’s stay here for a while. Then we’ll have something to eat. Is that all right with you?”
“Yes, Duncan,” she smirked.
“Is that all you can say? Tomorrow, when I send you home, you’ll have to pack an overnight bag. Extra clothes and pajamas. Toiletries and a toothbrush. I’ll give you space in my dresser so you can leave your things here. And if I keep you all weekend, you’ll need clothes for work on Monday.”
Stiffening, she squirmed to face him. “What?”
He had gone too far. He was rushing things and frightening her. There was only so much control she could give up at one time. He silently cursed.
“It’s my birthday weekend. Don’t I get to keep you all weekend?” he asked innocently.
She narrowed her eyes. “Are we going to do more than stay in bed?”
He exhaled. “Of course. What’s wrong?”
“This time was different. Was it love or sex?”
“I’m not going to lie to you. You drive me crazy. It was both.” He waited anxiously.
“That’s what I thought. I wanted to make sure we’re on the same page. I’m completely satisfied and I have absolutely no complaints. I know you had a lot of tension.” She g
iggled.
His heart restarted. “You’ll pack a bag and come back?”
“Yes.” She curled up so they were spooning again.
He held her close. His breathing slowed. He needed to prove he wanted to spend time with her and not just have sex. He wanted to show he loved her. Mike’s present was on the nightstand. An idea came to him as he drifted off. He needed to call Mike.
As she drifted off to sleep, she felt happy, but he needed to slow down. If she told him she would move in with him, he would probably jump at the idea. Spending the weekend with him was not an invitation she could ignore. Even now she wondered what would happen if she pressed her buttocks against him. She didn’t want him to let her go. She fell asleep thinking how sexy he was and how her body longed for him.
A few hours later, he awoke. It was dark outside. He was still holding her. She was breathing deeply. He raised himself up, careful not to disturb her. She was curled up on her side. She had her left index finger folded against her lips. He smiled and made a mental note to ask her about it. He quietly got out of bed. He found his underwear on the floor and put on the gray t-shirt he used as pajamas. He tiptoed over to her side of the bed and picked up Mike’s gift.
Retreating to another room, he opened the gift. It was a hardcover copy of The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien. Mike knew Duncan had always liked The Hobbit. He called Mike to thank him for the present. As they exchanged pleasantries, he felt sheepish making his request. However, Mike understood and didn’t seem surprised. Duncan’s plan would work perfectly. He thanked Mike and hung up.
He padded back to his bedroom. He paused. She was still sleeping. His heart ached because she looked as if she had always been there. She belonged there. He fought the urge to crawl back into bed and make love with her again. He found a t-shirt for her to wear. He sat on her side of the bed. It was so easy to think of it as her side of the bed.
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