In one swift movement, he stood up, carefully holding her up against his body. His agile hands finding their rightful place underneath her butt, in that sensitive spot right before her legs began. Oh, if it felt this amazing when he touched her there, what was it going to feel like when he touched her THERE? He didn't break away from their kiss as he carried her into her bedroom.
He could get used to the little sounds of pleasure Marilyn made as he kissed and caressed her. He didn't even think she knew she was making these sounds and so help him God, he was not going to tell her. He loved hearing her sounds of pleasure. He enjoyed being the source of her pleasure, he thought.
He made his way to the edge of her bed and instead of turning her to straddle him, he laid her down and stayed on top of her. With his elbows holding himself away from her body, he broke their kiss.
"God, I've wanted you since the moment I watched your cute behind walking away from me in the parking lot at Rumors," he whispered into her ear. There, he gently nibbled on her earlobe, inhaling her sweet vanilla scent.
Marilyn leisurely moved her hands up the solid strength of Blake's back. She could feel the planes of muscles that went from his lower back straight up into his neck, spreading out along his shoulders. He was such a man. And at least, for this one night, he was going to be her man. All hers. This pleased her to no end.
She wanted to please this man tremendously. Wanted to make this night unforgettable for him. She knew she would never forget it because she didn't take matters like this lightly. But on the off-chance Blake was more of a womanizer than he let on, she wanted to be the best. Okay, maybe not the best, but whenever he thought about her, she wanted to be close to the top of that list.
She had a hard time focusing on his words when his face was this close to hers. She was memorizing his features - all of his freckles, or beauty marks, as that's what some were. Her favorite were the two closest to his eye. To her, that defined him, his face and when he smiled or laughed those marks stood out as prominently as his rebellious green eyes.
Another one marked his forehead and he had a smattering of them going down his neck. She idly wondered if the rest of his body was marked with them. Oh, you are going to find out, she smirked to herself.
His eyes twinkled as he stared at her. "You're not having second thoughts, are you Angel?" His breathing ceased as he waited for her answer.
"No second thoughts. I was just memorizing your beauty," she told him.
"Ah, lucky for me you have bad eyesight," he teased.
They stole another moment staring into each other’s eyes before she could no longer take the anticipation. She kissed him lightly on the lips, moving to his cheek. She peppered his face with soft kisses, being sure to kiss the beauty marks near his eye.
She moved to his ear, "Make love to me, Blake."
She wasn't sure if she said that out loud or if it was just a thought but at that moment he changed. Gone was the soft and gentle man who was waiting for her, gone was the man who was taking his time. He kissed her hungrily, sticking his tongue into her mouth, demanding her to open wide. He sucked on her tongue, hard.
Marilyn tried to move her hands up his chest but he secured them both with one hand above her head. This made her insides scream. She loved how he took control of her like this. With his other hand he drew a small line from her neck, down between her breasts, to her tummy. He lifted her shirt and made teasing circles all along her lower abdomen. She had a difficult time breathing, concentrating, as he slowly tantalized every inch of her stomach. He used his fingernails and ever so slowly scratched her tummy in long slow movements that made her shudder.
Slowly, with his free hand, Blake began to move upward toward her breast. God, he wanted to touch them so badly. This moment was all he could think about tonight, especially when she had him feeding her the whipped cream directly from the can. Squirting it into her mouth gave him such a perverse pleasure he wasn't sure what to think about it. Well, admittedly, he was a guy so naturally he thought about three different things. While he was squirting the cream he couldn't help but naturally think if that was how she would be devouring, well, him. His hand finally made it to her bra. He used his thumb to swipe the shell of her bra. It felt like lace. His hand slid up to her fullness and cupped it, much like her bra was doing, and pushed it up while squeezing at the same time. Marilyn let out a moan in between their kisses. He had to get underneath this thing. He pulled the top of her bra down exposing her nipple. He reached over and did the same to the other one as well.
Marilyn felt defenseless. There wasn’t anything she could do to make her feel at ease and at the same time there wasn’t anything she wanted to do either. Her nipples were exposed and hard, tight. Blake broke from their continuous kisses and pecks and kissed her down her jaw all the way to her breasts. With her shirt lifted above them and her bra below them, Blake had a small space to work with. He slowly grazed her nipples with his teeth, biting her excessive flesh, moving on to her sweet peaks of joy.
First, he caressed one nipple, licking, sucking and generally devouring it before he moved on to the next one. He knew from past experience that you couldn’t give one breast more attention than the other. He licked this one too. Slowly sucking it and rubbing his tongue over the little bumps that protruded the minute his tongue started doing the dance. God, this woman was beautiful. In this moment, she was at his mercy. He wanted to make her orgasm, wanted her to be in bliss. He released her hands that he held above her head and cupped her bottom and rolled them over so she was now on top of him.
She reached up to pull her shirt off, but Blake’s hands came up to stop her. “Here, please allow me to do that,” he growled in a low husky voice. He pulled it over her head and proceeded to find the clasp on the back of her bra.
Marilyn could hardly stand this torture. She needed him, now. “It’s in the front,” she stammered. “The clasp is in the front.”
Blake couldn’t believe his luck. This sexy smart woman was wearing a bra that unbuckled from the front? The thought of her breasts spilling out into his hands gave him a second round of nameless emotions. Traitorously slow, his hands swept around her back, rubbing his calloused hands slowly along her exposed nipples, seeking out the clasp. He fumbled with it for a moment, and finally, pure bliss swept through him.
Her breasts came spilling out of the sheer lace just as he had anticipated. He knew he was staring, but my God, how could he help himself? What was it with this woman that made him buckle at the knees? Had he seen breasts as beautiful as hers before? For the life of him, he could not remember. He couldn’t even remember the last time he was in a similar situation.
This is what she did to him. In a few short days, she had weaved herself into his mind so strongly, he couldn’t think what his life was like before this - before her. Was he that dense? Was his life missing that much that one week with this magnificent beauty made him realize that?
The minute Blake opened up her bra, she threw her head back in surrender. Finally, they were free. She was dying for him to get the damn bra off of her and it felt like it was never going to happen. Her back arched, and it took Blake a second before he covered her breasts with his strong hands.
His fingertips gently strolled over each nipple, where he gently plucked and thumbed them until they became hard. He needed to have them inside his mouth. That was all he could think about. He pulled Marilyn closer to him as he leaned up from the bed. In a semi-awkward position, he found her right nipple and drug it into his mouth. Marilyn squealed.
He used his tongue to make slow circles over it, he bit it, and nibbled, teased it, all the while she was squirming in his lap. He moved to the other one and performed the same tongue dance as with the first. She continued to grind into his erection, begging for more.
Marilyn’s hands were fumbling with his shirt, trying to undo all of the buttons without popping them off. She had to feel his skin underneath her. She had to press her breasts into his chest and feel his sk
in touching hers. She finally got the buttons undone, and pulled it open, helping him free his arms. She grabbed the bottom of his white shirt and helped him pull it up and over his head.
Once, she looked down at his shirtless self, her world stopped. She couldn’t breathe. His upper torso was all sinewy muscle – there was no fat on this Greek God. All she could do was stare at his sun-kissed skin and drool. She let out her breath, which was crazy because it felt like she couldn’t breathe. It was as if time stood still and in the semi-dark, all she could hear was the mingling of their deep breathes, sucking in air, breathing it out.
In the silence, as they continued to devour each other’s looks and memorize the lines of each other’s bodies, a shrill ringing interrupted their thoughts. Both of them stared at each other in surprised wonder. Marilyn knew it wasn’t her phone because that was not her ringtone. As the sound came screaming again, Blake was finally able to focus and reached into his pocket for his phone. No, where the hell was it, he questioned. He blindly reached around her bed trying to make the maddening sound stop. Ah, there.
“This is Blake,” his voice sounded too hoarse, a little shaky.
Of all the luck, Marilyn thought. She quickly scrambled off Blake, suddenly too conscious of her nakedness. She found her bra and shirt and quickly put them back on, silently scolding herself for her trembling fingers. Ohmigosh, get a grip! What was she doing? She totally wanted this to happen but she had reasoned with herself to hold out, to take it slow. Now, in one fell swoop, she was ready to give it all up. One touch from Blake and here she was ready to forego all of her rationale. She was too busy scolding herself that she wasn’t even aware when Blake was off the phone, until he reached out and touched her shoulder. She jumped.
“I guess that ruined the moment, right?”
The room was faintly light by her bedside lamp and the brightness from her alarm clock and she could faintly make out the soft smile on his face, the corners of his eyes crinkling just a little.
She had a hard time looking him in the eyes. She felt like such a fool. One, she was so mad at herself for going against her values. Her own! She didn’t want a one-night fling and here she was just going to throw all that reasoning down the drain in one night! What was wrong with her?
Two, she was ashamed of herself for acting so wanton with a man she knew less than a week! He must have noticed something was up by the way she couldn’t seem to bring her eyes to look into his. She felt him get off the bed and he knelt beside her, “Hey, what’s wrong? Look at me.” He grabbed her chin with his hand, “Is it something I did? Was it the phone call? It was just the police-”
She cut him off, “No, it wasn’t that, I just feel a little silly is all.”
Quickly trying to change the subject, she asked, “What did they say?”
He looked at her completely befuddled. She looked lost, her beautiful hazel eyes looked stormy.
“Let’s get to that in a second. Why do you feel silly? You are the most amazing woman I have ever met. You are beautiful Marilyn. Please, I’m dying here, tell me what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours.”
She couldn’t handle the way Blake was looking at her. He was so sweet. Here was this Greek God with his sun-kissed skin looking at her like he was about to conquer and kill all and she felt like she was playing childish games.
“It’s...well,” she stumbled over her words, “I desperately want you but before this happened,” she gestured between them with her hand, “I was committed to myself that I didn’t want to have just a one-night thing with you and look at me! Here I was going to give it all up and forego what I had chosen for myself and it disappoints me. It’s not you. It’s what I had my standards up for myself and I’m ashamed of myself.”
She was not going to cry, don’t cry. She could feel the wetness in her eyes building up. Blink, blink, don’t let them come out.
Blake really wanted to laugh, not in spite of her but because she was such a breath of fresh air - so unlike all of the women he got involved with. She was clearly a sexual goddess and yet so prim and proper, it drove him insane trying to figure her out. And just a fling for one night? Was that what this was? Is that what she thought this was? Is that what he wanted? No. He knew that answer immediately. He did not want only one night with this angel. Okay, maybe if the Earth was about to burn away and crumble and he had to pick one person to spend the night with, he’d choose her. But, that was not happening any time soon as far as he knew.
“Oh Angel, listen to me. Do you want just to have sex just one night? One time? Because I can honestly tell you that I don’t. But that doesn’t mean I want a heavy relationship either. Boy, I don’t know what I want when it comes to you. All I know is how you make me laugh. How you laugh at me and with me and how you have a tendency to tell me exactly what you’re thinking despite the repercussions. You are a breath of fresh air for me. Completely unlike other women I’ve met and been with. I’m sorry for rushing you into something you don’t want-”
Marilyn cut Blake off, that is absolutely NOT what she wanted him to think. “You weren’t rushing me into anything. I am just as responsible for this as you. And believe me when I say I want you. Tremendously. But for me sex, is something I take seriously and I was all in for it until you got that call and I had time to think about it. Otherwise, I would have been all yours.”
“Damnation to cell phones!” Blake chuckled. With a more serious tone, he went on, “It was the police. The officer, Jim, wants me to go to the station tomorrow and answer a few more questions and fill out some paperwork. The guy was calling now because his shift ends in the morning and wanted me to get over there while he was still on duty.” Blake reached over and grabbed his shirt, putting himself back together.
“I am sorry for teasing you,” Marilyn was sincere. Still, a little embarrassed but happy that he knew what she was feeling. He seemed content with it too and that fact made her just as happy.
There was that lopsided grin again. He shook his head, “Don’t be. The way I see it, this is more of an assignment for the real test. Now, I can be sure of exactly what to expect when the moment happens. Because it will happen, you know?” his voice dropped lower, he reached out and grabbed her arm, “And when it does, you and I will both be regretful that it didn’t happen sooner. I can promise you that.”
Marilyn smiled, “I’m sure we will,” she giggled.
Chapter Thirteen
All of the following week, Marilyn was extremely busy. Monday she had plans with Amber and their other friends, Gabbie and Brandi. They had spent the day in downtown Fort Collins, mostly window-shopping and gossiping. They ate lunch at the Bent Fork and on their way home, stopped at the local firing range and sharpened their skills.
Before Marilyn, none of her friends had believed in the importance of concealed weapons. Amber, nor Brandi and Gabbie, had been too big on the whole right-to-carry idea. Then, more and more people were becoming targets of home invasions and that was not going to happen to Marilyn. Or her friends if she had anything to say about it.
She continued pressuring them, insisting that a single woman living alone should have adequate protection in case of an intruder. They relented.
Needless to say, she was ecstatic that she finally talked her friends into getting the training. It was a full day class and then you went to the sheriff's office and applied for the permit. Easy peasy lemon squeezy. Then, once they all had bought their handguns, they became religious about making target practicing a priority. What good was a gun if you didn't know how to use it? If not once a week, the girls got together at least every two weeks and headed to the firing range.
Perfect for a girls day out.
The following day she was extremely busy at work, and then she met her parents and her brother for dinner and was in bed by eight-thirty, exhausted. The rest of her week was much of the same. Work was more than normal busy. Her espresso machine was running overtime. Hopefully, that was a good sign for the coming summer months.
She had spoken with Blake here and there, mostly by text. He, too, was busy. When their load had gotten stolen, they had to make up for lost product and money.
Because Poudre Hops wasn't a mega-brewery, they didn't have a ton of excess product. Enough to get by something like this happening one time, but if it happened more than once, they'd be in big trouble. He was still in the process of dealing with their insurance to see what, if anything, the company covered as far as stolen product. Mostly, she talked to him at night before she went to sleep. Her change of heart last time they were together seemed like weeks ago.
They texted back and forth every night since; sometimes she'd get sweet messages from him during the day about how he was thinking about his angel and that'd be it. Nothing more until the evening. Here it was Saturday night, well past closing hours and she was just turning into her driveway. She was exhausted. Again. Her phone buzzed with a message as she let herself in the front door. It was Blake.
What? She thought. How does he know I'm home? She looked out into the street and there under the pale street light, he was just getting out of his sleek silver vehicle. Wow. That car company really needed to put him in their ads. They'd sell plenty of vehicles with a man that looked like that! And he was walking toward her! Her heart beat double-time and her breathing sped up as she watched his slow saunter across the street toward her. She envied his stroll of confidence when all she felt were nerves. He was wearing a black windbreaker to ward off the evening chill, open at the front with another buttoned-up shirt. She couldn't tell if he wore another shirt underneath from this angle. His hair was tousled, the lights making his blondish tips stand out. He wore regular denim jeans with loafers. Yummy.
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