She swallowed as he reached her.
"Surprised to see me?"
"More than you’ll ever know," she answered truthfully.
"Will you allow me the pleasure of a ki-?" Before he finished, Marilyn was already in his arms, planting her lips up against his. She hadn't realized how much she had missed him. Talking and texting was fine, but it wasn't this. Slow and sweet, his tongue grazed her lips, seeking entrance into her sweet salvation. Their tongues collided, Blake nibbling on her lips, she sucking his. They slowly pulled apart.
His lopsided grin was back, "It's good to see you."
"The same to you. Would you care to come in?"
"I would love to but all I can think about is making love to you and I don't want to let my good intentions go awry. I had to see you, Angel, and wish you a good night's sleep. Otherwise, I'll see you tomorrow."
Although she was sure she was blushing, she felt extremely disappointed that he wasn't staying, "Oh. Well, okay. I'm glad you stopped by but I wish you'd stay and visit."
"I'm utterly exhausted and I have a meeting at eight in the morning with a potential client and I know you must be tired too. Really, I just had to see you and say goodnight. I'm sorry. Please forgive me?"
"You know I will. Good night to you too."
Blake was instantly pressed up against her, taking her bottom lip between his teeth. She could feel his hardness pressing up against her lower tummy and wished like hell she could go to bed with him. Tonight. He kissed her languidly, caressing her lower back, making sounds escape from her mouth.
"Bye," and just like that he was strolling across the street toward his car. She stood on her porch and watched him get into his car. He put his hand up in salute and drove off.
Marilyn thought of Blake's parting words as she settled in for the night. She wondered if he always set up meetings for Sunday. She knew he went every Sunday to finish shipments and paperwork. He usually had the rest of the day free, but she didn't think he usually had meetings then.
She changed into her pajamas and made herself a cup of hot tea. Ahh, what a day, she thought, as she cuddled into the couch. Work was stressful today and seeing Blake made her realize how much more of him she wanted to see. She reached for her phone.
Blake chuckled at his cell phone. Was he awake? If she only knew. Yes, he was awake alright. No different from last night or the night before. Hell, ever since he'd met Marilyn he hadn’t had a very good night's sleep. He tossed and turned, thinking about her beautiful smile. What it would be like to make sweet love to her? He already knew he was a goner. When was the last time he thought of making sweet love to a woman? Had he ever thought that? About any woman? No, he couldn't remember. He knew he thought about taking a woman to bed and making sure he was out of there before daylight. He fucked them senseless, giving them more, in some cases, then they gave him.
That'll get her blushing, he knew.
Ohmigosh! Did he just tell her that? She couldn't believe it. She could feel her cheeks warming up at the thought of him lying in bed, being ... uncomfortable. Ha-ha, she'll get him back, she thought.
Before she could change her mind, she hit send.
That little vixen! He knew she was doing this to shock him. And because he wasn't near her to have his way with her, she had nothing to fear.
He was making her hot and heavy now. What things would they do? People can do these things and NOT have sex? In her, albeit, limited, experience, that never was the case. Sex always happened.
Blake couldn't stop chuckling. He couldn't decide what he should do: show up at her place right this minute, or describe to her all the things he planned on doing to her. He knew it was very late - he went for the latter. This should be good, he thought.
Marilyn really couldn't breathe. This man was too confident. And sexy. And extremely good with words! She could feel the yearning heat in the pit of her stomach as she thought about his words. She could feel his hands roaming all over her body, traveling down her legs and back up. Pulling the silky material away from her sex and sliding them down past her feet. She could feel his taut muscles as his hands spread open her legs and he positioned himself in between her. He would be able to bring her to climax in no time flat, she just knew.
She hit send and quickly shut off her phone. She wasn't sure with that last teasing message, if he wouldn't just show back up on her doorstep. In fact, it really wouldn't surprise her at all. But in the meantime, she was hot and heavy. She knew she was wet in between her legs. She knew she wanted to touch herself and make herself have an orgasm.
She pulled up her camisole, exposing her braless breasts, rubbing them and squeezing the buds of them, making them hard. She slowly moved her hands down to her lacy black panties and slid them down her legs, all the way to her ankles - far enough to be able to spread her legs open and get her hand in between them.
With one hand back on her exposed breast, she kneaded it, tweaking her nipple with her thumb and forefinger. Ahh, it felt good, she thought. With her other hand, she found her clit - hard and pulsing, calling her fingers to it like a magnet. She rubbed at that too, using soft yet firm pressure, caressing it with the tips of her fingers, up and down, up and down. The harder her pleasure point got, the more she felt the need deep inside her body. She rubbed harder, she rubbed faster. She finally slid her two fingers inside of her and she was without a doubt, ready.
She pushed her fingers inside of herself, as far as they would go, all the while grinding the palm of her hand on her clit. She thought of Blake's strong hands all over her body, all over her breasts. Flashes of him staring at her with his twinkling ocean-colored eyes, eyes that said they wanted to fuck her. She fantasized about him sticking his fingers inside her moist center, while he was kissing her all over her body and that was the last thought she had before she brought herself a very much-needed sexual release.
Blake was shaking his head, grinning like a clown. Her last message stating that she was going to use her fingers instead of his tongue, actually made him jealous. He wanted to be her fingers, or her blankets! He'd settle for that. Or even her phone! Agghhh, he shut his phone off and tried to get much needed rest. But the thought of Marilyn touching herself was driving him crazy. Would she really touch herself or was she just teasing him? He knew women masturbated but he never had considered the actual practice in context like he was now. And the idea of Marilyn making herself have an orgasm was extremely hot.
How did she do it? Did she really use her fingers? Or did she use some type of kinky sex toy? If so, what did it look like? Was it big? Little? Did it vibrate? Since he didn't know, he just imagined that she used her fingers like she said to give herself an orgasm. Did she use one finger or two? Did she come fast or did it take her time to work up to it?
It didn't matter to Blake how long it took Marilyn to work up an orgasm. What mattered to him was that his woman - when did he start thinking of her as his? got off. That she was sated beyond comprehension long before she satisfied him in return. If it took her a few minutes to have an orgasm, he could handle it just as much as he could handle it if it took her ten minutes.
Blake wanted to satisfy the woman he was with. Not only because that's what you should do - that whole Golden Rule thing, but because it turned him on to know that he was the one making her squirm and wiggle. He was the one that had the power to drive his woman wild.
Blake sighed. Here he was at almost midnight with the hardest dick in the county thinking about a woman he hadn't even had the luxury of sleeping with yet. What was wrong with him? When was the last time he acted like this over a woman? He couldn't remember there ever being a time where much needed sleep had been put on the back burner. He didn't know what it meant, but he choose not to dwell on it. Blake tossed and turned all night long. Every time he fell into a slumber, there was always a brunette with charming hazel eyes, topless, in a black mini skirt, beckoning him to come to her.
Chapter Fourteen
The next weekday, Marilyn an
d Amber decided to go out for lunch. Both girls were dying to try a new restaurant that had opened a few weeks ago in town. With the bookstore closed - she wasn't planning on stopping in today, which was a first, Marilyn told Amber she would pick her up at her place and they could ride together. Marilyn pulled up to Amber's swank shack as she liked to tease her about. A single woman who lived alone, she had more square feet of living space than her book store. She lived atop a small hill in Windsor overlooking the golf course. Her home was made for a family of five - at a minimum, but Amber had insisted that the moon and the stars were aligned correctly the day her realtor showed it to her. Amber had to have it.
Marilyn pulled into the driveway, shut off the Jeep and as always, appreciated the view. Damn, she had the best view in town. Marilyn could see for miles. When it was Fourth of July, the four of them, and if any of them had a man at the time, could see fireworks going off from multiple locations. It was beautiful up here. Marilyn briefly closed her eyes and inhaled the fresh air. Before she could make it to the door, Amber came bounding out.
"You ready?"
Amber's hair was down today, covering her shoulders. She wore an ocean-green halter top sundress that stopped a few inches above her knees.
"Yes. I'm starved. I think I ate something this morning but I can't remember what it was. My stomach is growling. You look so cute Amb." They hugged and proceeded back to the Jeep.
"Thank you. It is such a beautiful day out I wanted the sun to give my skin kisses! It's amazing out."
She twirled in a circle before stopping at the passenger side door, "I love the summer," she sang.
"Me too, just as long as people still want to come into the store, even though it's sooo amazing out." She backed out of the driveway and headed to the restaurant.
The restaurant, Agave, served mainly Spanish cuisine. There were some American dishes but its specialty was Mexican. The ladies were seated on the veranda and given paper menus. Marilyn ordered the taco salad and saw that the restaurant served Poudre Hops Microbrewery beverages. She had to order the Summer Ale. There was something about drinking this beverage and knowing that Blake's heart and soul went into making it, that she couldn’t resist. It was crisp and refreshing for a sunny afternoon. Amber ordered the Carnitas Street Tacos. The girls sat, hovered over thin-style chips and salsa, gossiping about the latest issue of Shape magazine. They talked about nothing important. Like all girlfriends, they talked about their other girlfriends and what was going on in their lives lately. And of course, Amber finally brought up Blake. She bit her tongue when Marilyn ordered the beer - his beer, and never said anything while Marilyn inspected the label with a lazy grin on her face.
"What's up with you and Blake? I can see you’re all dreamy-eyed over his craft, so spill it Mar."
Marilyn blushed and replied, "Nothing is 'going on' really. We just hang out and text and talk. See each other when our schedules permit it. If you are asking if we've had sex, the answer is no! I wish I could Amber, but I just need more time."
Amber interjected, "I know how you are, and that’s fine. At least this will keep him honest. Some men only stick around for sex. If Blake doesn't care about not having it until you’re ready, maybe he's better than I thought."
"What?" Marilyn asked incredulously, “You think he's a player?"
"I don't know what to think because I don't know him well enough. It just seems like men who are beyond gorgeous, like himself, aren't always keepers."
"Amber, we are still getting to know each other; I'm not sure if I want him to be a keeper yet." As the words spilled out of her mouth, she knew she was lying. She did want him as a keeper, she wanted it bad.
Amber leaned over the table, "You are lying through your teeth, Mar. I can see it all over your face!"
Marilyn giggled, "Okay, I do want him but I don't what to get hurt, I don't want to go in and lead with my heart and not my mind. Besides, I do not even know how he feels about the whole thing. This could be casual as far as he is concerned."
"Come on, have you seen the way he looks at you? That night at the brewery you didn't notice him checking up on us every so often? I think he's got it bad for you, Marilyn."
Marilyn rolled her eyes.
The waiter dropped off their check and the ladies headed for the front door. Marilyn was studying the crowd at the new restaurant; it was pretty packed, when she smacked dead on into Amber. What? Marilyn looked at Amber, "Amber, what the-" she was silenced by Amber's arm, her body had shut down. She stood there, looking at something, still as a statue. Was she breathing?
Marilyn followed her line of vision to a man, a quite handsome man actually, that was standing just like Amber, looking at her friend with a hint of surprise crossing his features, as well as some other look. She couldn't quite figure out what that was. Recognition? Yes. Clearly. Was it worry? She thought it might be that. But she wasn't sure why he'd be worried.
"Amber, who is that guy?" Marilyn whispered. Why was she whispering? Finally, Amber snapped out of her trance, looking over at her friend.
"What?" Her face was flushed as if she just seen a ghost and Amber could feel her hands shaking. Her chest visibly heaving.
"The guy? Who is that?" When Marilyn gestured her head toward the direction of the mystery man, he was walking along the perimeters of the room behind a hostess, obviously being taken to his table.
"Oh. My. Gosh. I thought I would never see him again," Amber stated more to herself than Marilyn.
Marilyn was finally able to nudge Amber forward until they got out to the sidewalk.
"Start from the beginning," Marilyn demanded as they walked hand-in-hand to the Jeep.
"I cannot believe it was him. Ohmigosh, Mar, remember when I told you I went to THE club, like seven or eight years ago?" Amber was erratic. She was breathing so hard she felt like she might hyperventilate.
"You mean that fancy sex club?" Marilyn whispered, "Amber do not, I repeat, do not tell me that was the guy you had wild, slutty sex with ... was it?"
Amber's eyes looked wild, she was nodding her head in agreement, "He recognized me, didn't he? The way he looked at me? What is he doing here? In Windsor?"
"I don't know but what are the chances of that happening? Are you sure it was him? I still cannot believe you ever did that! Weren't you afraid of catching something? Why not just go have a normal threesome somewhere?" Marilyn couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of people actually doing things like that. Going to sex clubs ... things like that.
Amber gave her a dirty look, "No, I wasn't worried about catching things. I've told you before that it was, and still is, mind you, a reputable club that takes its clientele and business very seriously. I would be more worried about just hooking up with anyone off the street. They screen all of their applicants, STD testing, HIV/AIDS, drugs, etc. Don't you remember I had to go through all those tests and pay that exorbitant fee?"
Marilyn about choked. When Amber used words like exorbitant when dealing with money, it was usually about five times more than the amount Marilyn would describe exorbitant.
Marilyn couldn't remember the exact conversation at the time because she was utterly shocked that there were places one could go and act out their wildest fantasies, let alone, grasp the idea of the whole application process, as well as the idea of sleeping with a man ... or women, well damn, or both, as in Amber's case, that you did not know and had never laid eyes upon until that moment. She shuddered at the thought. She loved her friend dearly and never tried to judge her, but sometimes she was plain crazy in the whole sex department.
It was clear Amber was still a bit shaken up about running into her ex-sex toy but Marilyn managed to drop her off without much more fuss. The day was beautiful and as much as Marilyn wanted to enjoy it, she headed for Lusting after Literature. She hadn't planned on going in today but as always, she felt she needed the time to catch up.
Once there, she managed to enter in some used books she had picked up at a flea market a few days ago.
Boy, was she slacking. She had purchased two boxes full of books and hadn't managed to enter them into the system until now. It was because of Blake, she just knew. He had effectively kept her mind running nonstop. She found herself thinking about him quite often.
For the first time in her life, she found that she didn't miss the bookstore when she was with him. In the past, when she was with Tyler, despite what they were doing, she had longed to be at the bookstore - away from his company, she now realized in hindsight, and could only think of all the things she had or wanted to do with the store. Now, when she was with Blake, the store took a backseat in that department. Sure she loved it and it would always be her baby, but somehow being with Blake made her realize that there WAS more to life, more to her life than just the store. He made her laugh. He made her happy to be away from work, which was a nice feeling, she admitted.
Once the books were entered, she began going through her system trying to weed out any books that she thought were outdated or overdue. She was able to run a report on her inventory and it would tally up the most sought-after books as well as the least favored. Because it was such a time-intensive process, she only ran the report every twelve weeks. Out with the old and in with the new.
Actually, it was more like, out with the least popular, in with the most popular. Because it didn't matter how old a book was, it was based on popularity. She had books in her store that were quite old because people never got tired of great classics. She was one of those people. She could read Gone with the Wind over and over - and she had. She never got tired of stories like that. She admired how independent Scarlett was, but throughout the entire book, she hoped every time that she would depend on Rhett and truly let herself be taken care of and be true to him. And every time, it never happened.
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