Finding Solace

by C. J. Allison

“I’m on the pill and I’m clean,” she says with such innocence.

  “Works for me,” I say, tossing the condoms over my shoulder and climbing on the bed.

  She lets out a giggle that stops as soon as run my hand over her breasts. Her nipples are hard and inviting, so I lean over and pull one into my mouth as my hand continues down. I can feel her heat before I even make it to between her legs. Her skin is so soft and smooth. My fingers start roaming down further until I can feel her wetness. She’s already ready for me.

  Rolling to my knees, I force them under her thighs, spreading her wide. Gracie starts pulling at her nipples, grinding her ass into the bed. Fisting my erection, I guide myself to her opening, running it around her labia and over her clit.

  “Look at me,” I say as I press the tip barely inside.

  Her eyes flutter open and meet mine. I lean forward placing my forearms on either side of her and run my hands up under her shoulder blades.

  I grit my teeth as I slowly enter her. The sensation is almost overwhelming. Once fully seated, I grind my hips and watch as her mouth forms an O.

  I feel her squeeze down on me and can no longer hold back from moving. I start moving in and out pulling down on her shoulders. I feel Gracie’s ankles against my hip pulling me into her harder. She’s meeting me thrust for thrust, and I start to feel the familiar tightening in my balls.

  Reaching between us, I rub her hard clit until I can feel her start to pulse around me. Her whole body starts quivering, and I watch as her eyes roll. Her hands that were around my neck go flying up against the headboard as she let out an incredibly sexy moan.

  Raising myself onto my hands, I use the leverage of her stiff arms to continue to pound into her with everything I’ve got. Beads of sweat are starting to roll down my forehead. With one last thrust, I slam my hands next to hers, emptying myself inside her with a growl. I grind my hips until the last pulse shoots through me.

  We both are trying to catch our breaths as I glance down and see her looking up at me with a complete look of satisfaction.

  “Fuck. That was…wow,” I mutter.

  “Yeah, wow,” she returns between breaths.

  Rolling on my side, I pull her over into my arms. She entwines her legs with mine resting her face into my neck. Covering us up, I kiss her forehead.

  “Worth every bit of the wait,” I say, running my fingers over her back.

  “Sure was, but promise we will never wait that long ever again,” she breaths into my neck.

  “Definitely a promise I won’t have trouble keeping. I always keep my promises anyway,” I laugh.

  I feel her snuggle in deeper and let out a sigh. She’s in my arms and in my bed and it’s never felt more right. I listen as her breathing evens out as she falls asleep. I fall asleep soon after with a smile on my face.

  Gracie

  It’s been a long time since I’ve woken up in bed with a man. Zeke is a human furnace and a bed hog. He’s completely sprawled out on his stomach with his hands under his head and pillow. I have his elbow in my neck and his knee in my hip.

  I wiggle myself out of the twisted blanket and laugh at how he doesn’t move an inch. I take in the expanse of his back. His arms and chest are covered with tattoos, but he only has a single one in-between his shoulder blades with words.

  I grab a long t-shirt from my bag and stand and watch him for a few minutes. I can feel myself getting turned on. The way he made my body catch fire last night was extraordinary. I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my entire life.

  I use the bathroom and wash my face, pulling my hair into a messy bun. Looking at myself in the mirror, I swear I’m glowing. I’m not sure if I should let him sleep or if I should wake him. I have no clue what he has planned, if anything.

  I decide to move to the kitchen and look to see if there is coffee. I can’t imagine him not leaving that unpacked since I saw him drinking a cup almost every morning I saw him.

  His cabinets and drawers are almost completely empty. He has enough for two people but that’s about it. I finally find the cabinet with the coffee and start the coffee machine, the only thing left on the counter. I knew he wouldn’t have packed it.

  I’m about to pour two cups when I feel arms go around me. I nearly jump out of my skin. It’s going to take me a while to get used to his stealth ways. If I ever do.

  “Smelled the coffee, thank you. You didn’t have to, though. Why did you get up?”

  “You practically pushed me out of bed. I see we are both not used to sleeping with someone. It’s okay, though, I was awake.”

  “Sorry, we’ll have to make sure we get a king size…” he says, trailing off.

  I feel like he’s holding back or catching himself from moving too fast, so I say, “California king is bigger.”

  He pulls me in tighter and reaches around to pick up one of the coffees. “California king it is then.”

  Zeke ends up cooking his famous omelet that we share. There’s an easiness between us that I’ve never experienced before. It’s like we are completely in sync.

  “So, what’s the plan? Catch me up with all that’s going to be happening,” I ask.

  “Well, I had hoped to stay in bed all day, but that’s my selfish side talking. We can basically leave whenever. If you don’t mind helping me box up what little I have left, we can hit the road. I already have the condo up for sale and paid until the end of the year. My agent has a key, so I’m good there. I don’t actually start my new job until after the New Year. I have the GPS in the truck already set for the trip back. I thought we would just play it by ear,” he says, seeming to mentally check off things in his head.

  “Well, I’m good with helping you. I’d had hoped to see a little of the city first, if that’s okay,” I say.

  “Oh yeah, sorry. I didn’t think about that. How about we take a trip to the Alamo? Can’t leave without seeing that, and then tonight we can have dinner on the River Walk. Those are the hotspots. Then tomorrow, we can have a picnic at the lake that Bradley, Bruce, and Carrie got married. It’s really nice there. Sound good?”

  “Sounds great. In between, I can help you get packed and we can be on the road by Monday,” I say, taking our dishes to the sink and washing them quickly.

  “But first, shower sex?” he asks, lifting an eyebrow.

  “Definitely shower sex, first,” I laugh and take off down the hall with Zeke right on my heels.

  Zeke

  Shower sex is great. Shower sex with Gracie is perfection. Her body is incredible and just seems to mold with mine perfectly. The hard with the soft. She has this incredible ass and hips that I can dig my fingers into. Her breasts. No words. No matter where I grab, I get a handful of delectable goodness.

  I’ve never known a woman to be so comfortable in her own skin. She doesn’t primp or spend an ungodly amount of time on her appearance. She doesn’t need to since she’s beautiful just as she is.

  Wearing a simple t-shirt dress and a pair of Keds, she looks like the all-American girl. Her hair piled up on her head, she grabs a pair of sunglasses and performs a little twirl.

  “Gorgeous. You ready?” I say, slipping on a pair of loafers.

  She nods her head walking towards the door. “I can’t wait to see everything. Thank you for doing this for me.”

  “No need for thanks. Seeing that smile on your face is something I always want to have a hand in.”

  I watch her smile the entire day. I’ve been here for ten years and never seen this place the way I’m seeing it through Gracie’s eyes today. She bounces from historical signs to display cases and in and out of all the rooms. She practically floats through the courtyard and garden. I find myself bouncing right along with her. She makes me feel like a kid again, exploring unknown places.

  My favorite place in San Antonio is the River Walk. There is a buzz and wonder in the way there are lights in the trees all year long. You can hear the rustling of the water and the conversation of strangers. Yet, there is a pea
cefulness around you.

  Gracie and I walk in and out of the different stores. I notice that she skips past the mainstream ones only focusing on the ones that are uncommon to the Maryland area.

  She does, however, slip into the Harley store to buy herself a shirt with San Antonio on it. We end up settling into a little bistro that has an outdoor patio that overlooks the river.

  “This is absolutely wonderful, Zeke. It’s so beautiful. I can understand why you stayed. You kind of get pulled into it.” She leans back and looks up. “But you can’t see the stars. I would miss looking up and seeing all the stars.”

  “You are right. That’s the first thing I noticed and remembered that first night home. I fell asleep that first night to the sound of crickets and a cool breeze blowing through the window. I realized then how much I missed it. Then a vision of beauty walked by the next morning and something clicked inside. It was like I was on this journey of finding solace. For the first time in my life, I felt like I knew where I finally belonged. Funny that is was where it had started. I was back home and I felt it. I felt like everything finally made sense.”

  “You know what? Let’s get you packed up tonight and tomorrow and go ahead and head home. I had a really great day today, but I think I’m ready to get you home,” she says, laying her hand on my arm.

  “You sure? I don’t want to feel like I’m cheating you out of seeing everything you want to see,” I say, laying my hand on top of hers.

  “I’m sure. I’ve never been off the East Coast, so I’m pretty excited to see more of the country, especially with you,” she says, smiling and squeezing my arm.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Operation California King

  Zeke

  It only took us a few hours to pack up the remainder of my things and get them in the truck. I have a hard truck bed cover that locks, so we got it all settled and locked up tight.

  All that was left was my mattress that was now sitting on the floor, and a few towels. I’m not taking the mattress. It’s old and my agent said she would get someone to take care of it for me. Our suitcases are in the truck as well except for what we need in the morning.

  I strip down to my boxers and crawl into bed, flopping down onto my stomach spread eagle and let out a groan. I feel Gracie straddle my back and start massaging my neck and shoulders.

  “Not used to manual labor I see. Hell, that felt good to me. Got my blood flowing,” she says, continuing to knead my muscles.

  “I work out almost every day in order to keep this fine physique, my sweet girl, but damn, up and down those stairs just about killed me,” I puff.

  “You could have taken the elevator like me, you know?” Gracie laughs.

  “Elevators are for wimps.”

  I get a pop to the top of my head. “You calling me a wimp?”

  “If the name fits,” I laugh, rubbing the spot she hit.

  “Yeah, but who’s sorry now,” she says, popping me on the head again.

  I quickly flip over, catching Gracie off guard, and knocking her off to her side. I reach over and pull her back so she’s straddling me again.

  She’s wearing a tank top and sleep shorts that I remember her wearing back home.

  “You have too many clothes on,” I state.

  “I do, huh?” she responds with a laugh.

  “Yes, you do. I expect you naked and accessible when you are in my bed,” I laugh, poking her in the side.

  She pops up and in seconds has her tank top whipped off and her shorts and panties down around her ankles and kicked off to the side. She drops to her knees and I instantly cover my crotch.

  “Easy girl, I plan on using this shortly,” I say with a look of alarm on my face.

  Laughing, she says, “I would never do anything to hurt the beast.”

  “Beast, huh? I like that you think so,” I say, moving my hands and softly running my fingers down her chest and over her breasts. “Man, you have beautiful boobs.”

  “I’m glad you like them. Since they belong to you now,” she says, settling herself on my thighs. Feeling her heat and wetness against my skin, I feel myself grow hard.

  I slip my hands down and slip my boxers down exposing myself. “Well, the beast belongs to you now, sweet girl.”

  She takes me in her hand and lifts up, scooting forward. Leaning forward she places a hand on my chest and guides me to her opening. I place my hands on her thighs and squeeze as she slides herself down, taking me inside. The pleasure surrounds me. It seems to get better each time we connect.

  She places both hands on my chest and starts to pick up speed, throwing her head back and making that sexy O face. I reach down between us to rub her clit and jack hammer up to meet her as she slams up and down on me.

  Moving one hand off my chest, she leans back and I feel her reach back and caress my balls. She applies a little pressure to the underside, right above my ass, causing a surge of amazing ecstasy to the point I almost see stars.

  “Fuck, Gracie, I’m going to come. Come with me, sweet girl,” I almost yell.

  “I’m there, Zeke, I’m there. Oh God,” she moans, slamming down on me, grinding. I feel the familiar squeezing as I let loose inside of her. My toes actually curl, and I think I stop breathing.

  Gracie flops down on me trying to catch her breath. I wrap my arms around her and stroke her hair and back.

  “Whatever you did with you finger or fingers, I give full permission to do again,” I say, kissing the side of her head.

  She starts laughing and responds, “You don’t want to know where I learned that from.”

  Her laughter causes her to squeeze me and I feel the evidence of the sex we just had flow between my legs.

  “Oh my God, are you getting hard again?” she says, lifting up and releasing me from her.

  “You were squeezing me when you laughed, I can’t help it,” I say. “What’s got you laughing? You got me curious.”

  “You know I started out studying to be a vet, remember?” she says, lifting up and giving me a look.

  “Oh boy, forget I asked,” I say, joining her in laughing.

  She leans down and bites my chin continuing to laugh. “Yeah, you learn a little about anatomy that applies to both humans as it does animals.”

  “Okay, stop. That’s just disturbing. I still give you permission to do it again, though,” I say, taking her face into my hands and pulling her down to give her a kiss.

  Gracie lets out a yawn and slips to the side nestling into me.

  “Good night, sweet girl. We start our journey home tomorrow,” I whisper into her hair.

  “I can’t wait,” she whispers back.

  Gracie

  I wake up again next to the Zeke furnace and half falling off the bed. I’m going to have to start fighting back for rights to my side of the bed.

  We packed the coffee and coffee maker, so I get up and use the bathroom and go ahead and jump in the shower. I’m almost done when the curtain gets pulled back and Zeke jumps in, practically blocking the water.

  “Zeke! I need to rinse the conditioner out of my hair,” I say, tapping his shoulder.

  “Sorry, just wanted to get wet quick,” he says as he slips around me and turns me into the water stream. He runs his fingers through my hair, rinsing the conditioner out.

  He grabs my conditioner bottle and puts a generous amount in his hands, running it over his head. He grabs his razor and proceeds to shave his head. I watch him in amazement of seeing how fast and precise he is at shaving, and I following behind his other hand to check the smoothness.

  “I like using your conditioner. It’s better than the stuff I usually use. Plus, I have your scent on me all day,” he says finishing up.

  “That’s really neat to watch, you know. You are amazingly quick at that,” I say, still watching him.

  “I’ve been doing it for years. It’s second nature now,” he laughs.

  “I’m going to step out and get dressed and let you finish up,” I say, pulli
ng back the curtain and step out wrapping in a towel.

  “Did you sleep okay last night?” he says on the other side of the curtain, his voice echoing in the bathroom.

  “Can you tell me how I can possibly regain my side of the bed when we sleep together?” I ask.

  “Kick me? I don’t know, babe. I don’t realize I’m doing it,” he says back.

  “California King,” I mutter.

  “Yep, California King,” he agrees.

  Zeke

  I feel bad that I’m apparently a bed hog. I’ve slept by myself for so long, it’s just what I’m used to, I guess. I’m going to try to make a conscious effort to try not to do it on this trip.