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she tells me coming out of the bathroom after a couple of minutes.
While brushing my teeth, I stare at myself in the mirror and wonder how I managed to become the king of blue balls.
Lately I got to kiss a couple of smart women I care for, but never had a chance to keep them.
I did kiss Lisa only to find out she had eyes for my brother. I also kissed Sally, just to make Slider realize he was going to miss out if he didn't do something about the girl.
I kissed this one too and now I'm wondering if I'll need to let her go as well.
When I get out of the bathroom, Kristal had turned off the light and pulled the drapes open a tiny bit, just enough create a tiny red ray of light from floor to ceiling. In the semi obscurity, I can make out her form. She's in bed already. Laying on her side, almost at the edge of the mattress, she doesn't even take a third of the surface. If she turns in her sleep, she's gonna fall off the bed.
I drop my clothes in the hamper by the bathroom door and enter the bed with my boxers on. Looking at the ceiling, arms folded under my head. How did I put myself in such an absurd situation? The minutes tick away and I'm still perfectly awake.
I close my eyes and wonder If I'm ever going to get some sleep. Kristal tosses and turns. She remains still for a few minutes and then turns around to face me. She whispers, "Are you asleep?"
I open my eyes and shake my head. "Nope."
She sighs and moves a little closer yet.
"I know you're mad at me and you probably think I'm an idiot," she says. If she's waiting for me to protest, she's knocked on the wrong door. I remain silent and wait for the rest of her sentence which I'm sure will start with a "but."
Sure enough she continues with "But could you please hold me?"
Now that one comes out of left field.
Without hesitation, I unfold one arm and reach out to her. Her head comes to rest on my shoulder and a few second later tears flow out. She draws in ragged breaths as the drops roll on my chest.
"I'm so sorry," she says. "I only wanted to help my father. I had no idea ... I am so, so stupid."
Unable to let her beat herself up like that, I pull her closer and shut her up with a kiss. She clings to me and kisses me back with passion.
I know it's a bad idea. The timing is all wrong, but I don't have the strength to push her away. I want her badly and I know she wants me too. She needs me as well.
The kiss lasts forever, she tastes like mint and surrender, a heady combination. When she pulls away, it takes all my willpower to let her go. She sits up on the bed and before returning to my arms, pulls her tee shirt away revealing white lace lingerie.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" I ask. My inner bastard is cursing. I want to punch myself in the face for giving her an out but I need to be certain. I would hate myself tomorrow for taking advantage of the situation. It has to be her decision.
She takes my face into her hands and I cannot detect a shadow of a doubt in her voice when she answers.
"Please make love to me, Ernest."
* * *
16
W ell , it doesn't get much more obvious than that. I can't deny her the comfort--hell, I've been aching for her too. I've barely been able to think about anything else since the interruption to our first connection in the pool.
The feeling of her hands on my face, the sight of those beautiful eyes on mine is driving me absolutely wild. Damn near everything I've seen from her has been a signal of submission, little hints dropped everywhere that she's ready to be put under by a man like me. Not just ready--she needs it, and I'm more than happy to provide.
The mint still tingles on my tongue as I reach behind her to unfasten her bra, slide it off and toss it to the side. It's no surprise that rather than diving forward to meet my lips again, she rolls to her back and eases her hands up above her head, staring up at me. She knows exactly what I want, and I know exactly what she needs.
I'm not inexperienced or
While brushing my teeth, I stare at myself in the mirror and wonder how I managed to become the king of blue balls.
Lately I got to kiss a couple of smart women I care for, but never had a chance to keep them.
I did kiss Lisa only to find out she had eyes for my brother. I also kissed Sally, just to make Slider realize he was going to miss out if he didn't do something about the girl.
I kissed this one too and now I'm wondering if I'll need to let her go as well.
When I get out of the bathroom, Kristal had turned off the light and pulled the drapes open a tiny bit, just enough create a tiny red ray of light from floor to ceiling. In the semi obscurity, I can make out her form. She's in bed already. Laying on her side, almost at the edge of the mattress, she doesn't even take a third of the surface. If she turns in her sleep, she's gonna fall off the bed.
I drop my clothes in the hamper by the bathroom door and enter the bed with my boxers on. Looking at the ceiling, arms folded under my head. How did I put myself in such an absurd situation? The minutes tick away and I'm still perfectly awake.
I close my eyes and wonder If I'm ever going to get some sleep. Kristal tosses and turns. She remains still for a few minutes and then turns around to face me. She whispers, "Are you asleep?"
I open my eyes and shake my head. "Nope."
She sighs and moves a little closer yet.
"I know you're mad at me and you probably think I'm an idiot," she says. If she's waiting for me to protest, she's knocked on the wrong door. I remain silent and wait for the rest of her sentence which I'm sure will start with a "but."
Sure enough she continues with "But could you please hold me?"
Now that one comes out of left field.
Without hesitation, I unfold one arm and reach out to her. Her head comes to rest on my shoulder and a few second later tears flow out. She draws in ragged breaths as the drops roll on my chest.
"I'm so sorry," she says. "I only wanted to help my father. I had no idea ... I am so, so stupid."
Unable to let her beat herself up like that, I pull her closer and shut her up with a kiss. She clings to me and kisses me back with passion.
I know it's a bad idea. The timing is all wrong, but I don't have the strength to push her away. I want her badly and I know she wants me too. She needs me as well.
The kiss lasts forever, she tastes like mint and surrender, a heady combination. When she pulls away, it takes all my willpower to let her go. She sits up on the bed and before returning to my arms, pulls her tee shirt away revealing white lace lingerie.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" I ask. My inner bastard is cursing. I want to punch myself in the face for giving her an out but I need to be certain. I would hate myself tomorrow for taking advantage of the situation. It has to be her decision.
She takes my face into her hands and I cannot detect a shadow of a doubt in her voice when she answers.
"Please make love to me, Ernest."
* * *
16
W ell , it doesn't get much more obvious than that. I can't deny her the comfort--hell, I've been aching for her too. I've barely been able to think about anything else since the interruption to our first connection in the pool.
The feeling of her hands on my face, the sight of those beautiful eyes on mine is driving me absolutely wild. Damn near everything I've seen from her has been a signal of submission, little hints dropped everywhere that she's ready to be put under by a man like me. Not just ready--she needs it, and I'm more than happy to provide.
The mint still tingles on my tongue as I reach behind her to unfasten her bra, slide it off and toss it to the side. It's no surprise that rather than diving forward to meet my lips again, she rolls to her back and eases her hands up above her head, staring up at me. She knows exactly what I want, and I know exactly what she needs.
I'm not inexperienced or
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