reached for
him, tangling her fingers in his hair. Gently, he ran his hand
along her neck, her collarbone, her shoulder, stroking her skin in
smooth, sure movements.
Nora shivered and pressed her body against
his, beyond caring that her thin night shirt offered little in the
way of a barrier between them. Somehow, his shirt was already off,
and Nora’s hands slowly began to trace the thick muscles across his
shoulders. His arms tightened around her hungrily, and Kingston
trailed his lips down her jaw before coming to rest at the hollow
of her throat. A low moan escaped Nora as his tongue flicked
delicately against her skin.
Just when she thought her knees were about to
give out, Kingston lifted her up and in one swift motion deposited
her on the old twin bed. Gently, he pressed his lean body beside
her, and Nora slid over to accommodate him, her heart racing. She
tried to deny the knot of longing that had formed in her stomach,
but every inch of her being was acutely aware of his flesh against
hers.
Never taking his eyes from her face, Kingston
slid one of his hands deliberately up her leg, the fingertips
skimming over her bare skin like water. Nora’s breath caught as his
hand slipped under the hem of her nightshirt, and gently, he
started to stroke her inner thigh. A shudder passed through her,
and Kingston exhaled loudly in response, stroking faster. His other
hand cradled her head gently, and Nora leaned back, arching into
Kingston’s touch. She felt as fragile as glass, as if one more
touch could shatter her.
The tips of his fingers brushed against her,
asking permission, and Nora wrapped her arms around him, pulling
him down on top of her. His weight shifted gently against her, his
hands still tracing lines of fire across her body, and desperate
need welled up in her. Nora opened her eyes and studied his face;
the perfect line of his jaw, the generous, wide mouth, before
coming to rest on his steady gray gaze. Her hands started to move
of their own accord, stroking down the length of his spine before
coming to rest at the elastic of his briefs. Slowly, cautiously,
Nora slid her fingers under the waistband, and Kingston ground his
hips into her in response.
Need overwhelmed her, and Nora pressed her
body against Kingston’s solid weight. Everything about it felt
right, and Nora’s shyness slipped away in a tangle of sweaty flesh.
The blood was pounding in Nora’s ears as she wriggled her hips,
trying to slip out of her panties, but the pounding only increased.
Startled, Nora realized that someone was knocking on the bedroom
door, and her eyes flew open in panic.
Sunlight streamed through the yellow
curtains, and Nora was alone in her bed. Sweaty and disoriented,
she glanced around, wondering what had happened to Kingston, but
then her dad’s voice broke through her fog.
“I’ve made pancakes if you’re awake, peanut.
Visiting hours start in a bit, and I want to get back there as soon
as we can.”
Mom . Nora’s face heated with shame as
she croaked, “I’ll be right down.”
Her dad’s footsteps receded, and Nora buried
her head under the pillow. What kind of sick person has a hot
and heavy dream while her mom is laying in a hospital bed? Hurriedly, Nora stripped off her sweaty nightshirt, grabbed a
towel, and ran across the hall to take a shower. But it felt so
real , she thought, replaying the dream in her mind before
shaking her head firmly. Now wasn’t the time for her to fixate on
adolescent fantasies, no matter how gorgeous Kingston was; every
fiber of her being needed to be focused on being present for her
parents, especially her mom. Nora toweled off deliberately,
promising herself that she wouldn’t think about Kingston anymore
while she was at home.
***
Nora’s mother was discharged a day later, with a
date scheduled for the bypass surgery in a few weeks, and even
though Nora’s impulse was to stay home with her parents, her mom
insisted that she go back to New York.
“You can’t
him, tangling her fingers in his hair. Gently, he ran his hand
along her neck, her collarbone, her shoulder, stroking her skin in
smooth, sure movements.
Nora shivered and pressed her body against
his, beyond caring that her thin night shirt offered little in the
way of a barrier between them. Somehow, his shirt was already off,
and Nora’s hands slowly began to trace the thick muscles across his
shoulders. His arms tightened around her hungrily, and Kingston
trailed his lips down her jaw before coming to rest at the hollow
of her throat. A low moan escaped Nora as his tongue flicked
delicately against her skin.
Just when she thought her knees were about to
give out, Kingston lifted her up and in one swift motion deposited
her on the old twin bed. Gently, he pressed his lean body beside
her, and Nora slid over to accommodate him, her heart racing. She
tried to deny the knot of longing that had formed in her stomach,
but every inch of her being was acutely aware of his flesh against
hers.
Never taking his eyes from her face, Kingston
slid one of his hands deliberately up her leg, the fingertips
skimming over her bare skin like water. Nora’s breath caught as his
hand slipped under the hem of her nightshirt, and gently, he
started to stroke her inner thigh. A shudder passed through her,
and Kingston exhaled loudly in response, stroking faster. His other
hand cradled her head gently, and Nora leaned back, arching into
Kingston’s touch. She felt as fragile as glass, as if one more
touch could shatter her.
The tips of his fingers brushed against her,
asking permission, and Nora wrapped her arms around him, pulling
him down on top of her. His weight shifted gently against her, his
hands still tracing lines of fire across her body, and desperate
need welled up in her. Nora opened her eyes and studied his face;
the perfect line of his jaw, the generous, wide mouth, before
coming to rest on his steady gray gaze. Her hands started to move
of their own accord, stroking down the length of his spine before
coming to rest at the elastic of his briefs. Slowly, cautiously,
Nora slid her fingers under the waistband, and Kingston ground his
hips into her in response.
Need overwhelmed her, and Nora pressed her
body against Kingston’s solid weight. Everything about it felt
right, and Nora’s shyness slipped away in a tangle of sweaty flesh.
The blood was pounding in Nora’s ears as she wriggled her hips,
trying to slip out of her panties, but the pounding only increased.
Startled, Nora realized that someone was knocking on the bedroom
door, and her eyes flew open in panic.
Sunlight streamed through the yellow
curtains, and Nora was alone in her bed. Sweaty and disoriented,
she glanced around, wondering what had happened to Kingston, but
then her dad’s voice broke through her fog.
“I’ve made pancakes if you’re awake, peanut.
Visiting hours start in a bit, and I want to get back there as soon
as we can.”
Mom . Nora’s face heated with shame as
she croaked, “I’ll be right down.”
Her dad’s footsteps receded, and Nora buried
her head under the pillow. What kind of sick person has a hot
and heavy dream while her mom is laying in a hospital bed? Hurriedly, Nora stripped off her sweaty nightshirt, grabbed a
towel, and ran across the hall to take a shower. But it felt so
real , she thought, replaying the dream in her mind before
shaking her head firmly. Now wasn’t the time for her to fixate on
adolescent fantasies, no matter how gorgeous Kingston was; every
fiber of her being needed to be focused on being present for her
parents, especially her mom. Nora toweled off deliberately,
promising herself that she wouldn’t think about Kingston anymore
while she was at home.
***
Nora’s mother was discharged a day later, with a
date scheduled for the bypass surgery in a few weeks, and even
though Nora’s impulse was to stay home with her parents, her mom
insisted that she go back to New York.
“You can’t
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