"You're awake. Why didn't you say anything?"
Blake's sleepy grin was more than her heart could take, "And ruin the moment? I like watching you think, think, think. What are you thinking about? Aside from eating," he joked.
"I was thinking of how good sex can make a woman feel. And how it has been far too long since a man has given me an orgasm," she admitted.
"I aim to please, Angel. Now, let's go find something to eat so I have enough strength to ravish you some more."
He surprised himself by not getting his things on and leaving. In the past, this was generally the time he rolled out, not wanting to spend the night. But tonight, he told himself, was different. He just wasn't sure in which way yet. He kissed her gently, trying to ignore the feeling deep in his soul.
Chapter Eighteen
Marilyn got to the bookstore just in time to open the doors. She met Kay coming in which was quite unusual because Marilyn was always there long before opening.
"Good morning."
"Good morning back. How are you, Kay?"
"Just chipper! And yourself?" Marilyn could feel her cheeks becoming brighter and brighter. Was it true the world really did know if you just had great sex?
"I'm doing well. Same ole, same ole."
She stole a glance up at Kay and saw her staring at her.
"What?"
"Ohmigosh, you finally did it, didn't you? Blake finally had his way with you, huh? About damn time Marilyn. I would have let that man have me at hello. I can't believe it took you this long. You needed it! You look great. Your eyes are all sparkly, etcetera, etcetera," Kay’s hands were motioning towards Marilyn’s body.
Oh, Marilyn was so embarrassed right now. How could Kay know what went down last night? Marilyn's instinct wanted to deny it, but on another level she wanted the world to know: Blake Bryant took me to bed and made love to me for hours and hours and HE IS ALL MINE!
Marilyn couldn't hide the grin that spread across her face, "A lady never kisses and tells."
"Lucky for you, you don't have to. I can see it all over your face!" Kay's cackling laugh could be heard as she walked all the way into the back of the store.
The day drug by unusually slow. There were a few customers but the traffic didn't seem to be up to par. Even the espresso bar wasn't doing that great - not the kind of turnout Marilyn liked to see anyway. She was happy that the weekend was approaching. She and Blake had made plans for Sunday. She was going to meet him at the brewery and once he sent the truck off, they were going to enjoy lunch and head over to the local lake where they could rent standup paddle boards, water trikes and kayaks. The weather had been pleasantly nice all week and now that Memorial Day had passed, the concessions and rentals at the lake were open.
She had sent Kay home already and called Mackenzie and told her she didn't need to come in unless she wanted the hours - which Marilyn totally understood. When you’re a high school student, it's always nice to have extra money and she didn't want Mackenzie looking around for another job. She liked her. She was a good girl. With her strawberry blond hair, bouncing with tight curls, the girl was extremely happy, not to mention intelligent. She took mostly advanced placement classes at school and she already knew her two choices of colleges she wanted to get into. She helped Marilyn out at the store a great deal.
Marilyn was bored. She looked at the clock. Checked the register. Emptied the trash cans. She dug her phone out of her purse and texted Blake.
Blake grinned. He mulled the question over in his mind before answering.
Marilyn groaned. Of course that's how people always busted her! She was an open book, so easy to read.
She barely had time to hit send, when her phone rang.
"Hello?"
"It's so much better to hear your voice than sending you messages back and forth. Are you having a good day?"
Her heart had palpitations; he always sounded so confident. A man of few words who chose them wisely, anything he said came out eloquently and without pretense. And here she was, stumbling over her words, with just a single 'how do you do' from him.
"I am. Business is pretty slow, I just thought I'd say hi. What are you doing?"
"Thinking about last night."
That was all he said. Then, silence. Her breathing quickened as she thought of last night. She found her voice and whispered, "What about it?" Did she want to know? What if it wasn't exactly what he expected? What if he didn't like the way her body looked or how big her boobs weren't?
His soft chuckle brought her mind back into focus, "It wasn't what I expected, that's for sure."
Great, she knew it!
"Look, I'm sorry if I'm not all exper-"
"Marilyn? It wasn't what I expected because it was extremely gratifying, nothing else. When you got down on your knees in the living room? That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen, ever experienced. You have the most beautiful eyes and watching you do that to me and looking up at me, very hot!"
It was her turn to be silent. He always just said it like it was. No tiptoeing around with him!
"It's making me hard now thinking about it. Good thing I'm home," he confessed. Thank God he was home where no one could see him. She truly had no idea what she did to him, he thought.
She surprised herself, "I like imagining you wound up because of me. That night we were texting, that was all I could think about, how it was me making you, well, uncomfortable. Then it made me think of you relieving yourself and that thought drove me crazy."
"Did you touch yourself that night? Like you teased?" his voice was rough, demanding.
Oh what the hell, she thought, "Yes," was all she replied.
She could hear his sigh, “Baby, you drive me crazy. I haven't been able to stop thinking about last night and now hearing your voice makes me want to relieve all this pent-up energy."
"Do it. With me on the phone, Blake. I want to hear you." Her panties were damp, her clit was tightening, begging for attention.
"You want me to, Angel? You want me to unbutton my shorts and free myself so you can hear me jack off?"
Marilyn was getting extremely turned on by his brash talk. She muttered an mmm-hmmm because she didn't have a voice to say anything else.
Blake couldn't believe their conversation had escalated to this. Here he was sitting on his leather couch with his dick in his hand, ready to do anything to please this woman. And he was okay with that. He wanted to please her, he wanted to make her happy.
"It's out, Marilyn. It wants you here, straddling it, you know?"
He used his right hand and with firm pressure, began to stroke it up and down. He built up his speed, starting slowly, gently stroking it to full-on jacking off.
Marilyn was whispering in his ear, a giggle escaping, "I wish I was on it, too. I'm sitting inside the bookstore at the counter and my panties are so wet, Blake. I want to touch myself but I don't want someone to walk in and see me."
He kept his pace, strong and fast. Roughly, he replied, "Do it for me Marilyn. Feel your wetness. No one can see what you are doing sitting there. Are you wearing the skirt you left for work in this morning?"
"Yes."
He could feel himself on the edge, he was certain the minute she touched herself, it would put him over the edge.
"Then do it."
Marilyn guiltily looked out the front windows, making sure no one was around. She hoisted her bare feet on the ledge of the cubby underneath the counter and spread her legs open. She quickly found her moist center and plunged her fingers inside.
Marilyn moaned, "It feels so good."
Blake could feel himself enlargening, "Your fingers are inside of you, Marilyn?"
"Yes," was her only response.
As if on cue, he began to come. Marilyn could hear his breathing change over the phone and nothing sounded sexier than that. It delighted her that she could do this to him. And she didn't even have to be there in person!
Blake hurriedly cleaned himself up and decided this wa
sn't going to be enough. After last night, he wanted more the moment he had left her house. Now, he only lived approximately eight blocks away from her store and he drove like hell to get there, all the while with Marilyn on the phone touching herself. Of course, he didn't mention to her that he was on his way. Keep her touching and talking, he thought.
"Tell me how it feels, Marilyn."
When he used her name, he sounded so dominating she thought. No matter what words he was saying, using her name made it sound all the more demanding, sexy - like he knew he could bend her at his will.
She had never done this before. The mere act of masturbating over the phone with a man, or trying to explain how it felt. Oh, where should she begin, she debated.
"It feels...um, it feels good. I'm not very good at this Blake."
"Are you wet? Dripping wet?" he asked hoarsely.
"Um, yeah. Of course. Always."
"What are you thinking about?"
"You. I'm thinking of you, um, touching me." This was erotic and nerve-wracking at the same time, she thought.
He hopped out of his car and headed toward her front door.
"Don't be panicked if you see someone walking up to your store, it's just me." He let out that sexy chuckle, "I couldn't stay away."
He opened the door and he walked into the most beautiful sight his eyes had ever seen. He stopped dead in his tracks, unable to move, unable to breathe. There she sat with her russet colored hair cascading over her shoulders, all the curls framing her face. She wore the red top he had left her in this morning. Her right hand was clearly between her legs but since the counter was there, he couldn't see the details.
Her eyes were glossy, clearly turned on but he could see the embarrassment there as well. Of him walking in on her doing the most personal act? He didn't know. Her cheeks were flushed. Her pink lips were slightly parted and there came her tongue swiping at her upper lip.
Time stood still between them for the moment. She was gazing at him with her flirty eyes, and he at her. There were no other sounds registering in their ears. No one existed at that moment, just them.
Marilyn was in shock. She couldn't believe he had caught her doing this. Well technically, he didn't catch her. He knew what she was doing. He surprised her is all. And now he stood inside Lusting after Literature's doorway like a lost kitten. He looked like he had showered since she saw him last. He wore no hat today. His stubble she saw this morning had been shaved away. He had on khaki-colored shorts but this time they were dressier than the cargo shorts she had come to love. He had on a navy blue collared shirt. Yum, he looked like paradise, she thought.
Dropping her phone onto the counter, she raised her left hand and gave him the 'come hither' signal. That finally got him moving. What seemed to take forever since he walked in, he finally made his way around the corner of the counter. Yes, she was still touching herself.
He said nothing as he came and stood behind her. He bent down and gently lifted her legs off the step, one then two. He swiveled her to the side so that she was facing him and he had enough room to get on his knees. She was now facing the door and bay windows, looking out onto Main Street. What a rush she was getting with her legs spread-eagle in her bookstore while watching all the cars go by. People were out and about running errands, doing things and here she sat watching them while God’s-gift-to-women kneeled in front of her taking her panties off.
He leaned forward, cupped her buttocks and scooted her to the edge of her stool. He began licking and sucking her sex, much like he did last night. She couldn't take it for too long. It was such an extreme pleasure that her body couldn't take the feeling. She squirmed and twisted while he held onto her firmly. She placed her hands on his shoulders as she felt the beginnings of an orgasm start. She threw her head back and let out a moan as it took hold of her.
Slowly, she felt him standing up between her legs. She looked up at him. His lips were wet. His naughty green eyes were gleaming with desire.
Cocky he said, "My turn." And he grabbed her hand and made her stand up.
She giggled because she still felt so wanton doing what they were doing inside her bookstore. Where, at any given moment, a patron could walk in. She was still open! She also found it sexy that neither one of them were really in the mood for talking.
He had already turned her facing the counter. He pushed her hands down on the counter and gently pushed her ankles apart. His hands ran up along her backside pushing up her skirt to her waist. She was utterly and completely exposed to him. Before she had much time to think, she could feel him seeking access from behind. She spread her legs farther apart for him, this man who could make her feel sexy like no other man had.
Blake pushed himself inside Marilyn. Her natural juices helping him slide inside. From this position, she felt extremely tight. The top half of her body was slowly working its way toward the counter. With each stroke, her breasts inched lower and lower toward the counter, making Blake's motions easier and thus, making him pump faster. Marilyn's breasts were now fully pressed down against the counter, her head mere inches away from banging into her office supplies.
This turned her on more than anything. This strength of him, being behind her, controlling her, having his way with her - this is what she needed. The need in her was so great she was close to having an orgasm again. A mere touch to her clitoris would send her over the edge.
After their long night, she was beginning to learn Blake's body and could tell when he was getting close to his release. His breathing sped up, his hands on her hips tightened and if this was possible, she could feel him enlargening inside of her.
Blake was getting ready to explode. All of the excitement - listening to her over the phone, driving over here, seeing her behind the counter, pushing her over said counter and knowing that at any moment they would get caught, didn't have him lasting very long. He reached between Marilyn's legs and found her clitoris. He merely touched it and he could feel her tightening around his cock, grinding herself into him. That was enough to send him over the edge as well.
In the quietness, they listened to each other's laborious breathing. He didn't pull out of her right away. He stood still and she made no attempt to get up. Every time Blake got this feeling in his chest, he tried ignoring it. But in this moment, that seemed suspended in time, he knew he was falling for her. Fuck, he had long fallen. She wasn't like any other woman he had been with. It was like she excelled at every one of his 'wants and needs' list. Beautiful. Check. Smart. Check. Independent. Double check. Gave him a run for his money. Triple check. Passionate lover. Check, check, check, check.
He eased out of her and threw the used condom in the waste basket. He helped her up and slid her skirt back down.
"Was I too rough?"
Marilyn was afraid to look him directly in the eyes. She was afraid that he might see that she had fallen in love with him.
"No, of course not. You were quite wonderful."
He turned her chin up so he could see into her eyes and she was met with the same gaze peering back at her.
"Then why aren't you looking at me?"
"Just nervous," she bit down hard on her lower lip.
He grazed her lip with his fingertip as if doing so would ease her teeth off of it.
"You don't have to be nervous around me anymore."
Just then her front door swung open.
"Got some mail here for ya, Marilyn. Running way behind today."
Marilyn blushed, they very well could have been caught having sex! By the postman, nonetheless! She had completely forgotten about the mailman! Thank God he was running late!
Blake had a full on smile as he reached over the counter to the postman, "Thanks, man."
"No problem. See you tomorrow."
Finally Marilyn found her voice, "Thanks, Hal."
Blake set her mail down, "You are so amazing. I have to go to Poudre Hops. Call me later?"
"I will. I'm going to close up soon." She was grinning like a fool. Sh
e stood on her tiptoes and placed a kiss on the corner of his lips. "See ya."
She watched Blake's muscular behind as he walked out. She was still grinning like a fool. Yeah, she had it bad.
Chapter Nineteen
It was Sunday. A perfect day for a date with Blake. The weather was beautiful, warm enough to play in the water. She had been waiting all week. Even though they got to see each other here and there, they hadn't spent more than a few hours together. Except for the night Blake had spent the night.
Marilyn twirled around in front of her mirror, checking out her dress. It was a plain dress. All white, tied around her neck. She wore only her panties underneath and had packed a bag full of necessities – bathing suit, sunscreen, blanket and towels. She slipped into a pair of matching flip-flops, grabbed her purse and was ready to go. She was going to drive over to the brewery to meet Blake; he had to finish up the delivery truck and off they were headed to lunch and then the lake. She couldn't wait!
She had been looking forward to this break all week. It's not as if work was actually difficult this week, it was the fact that her mind had been so occupied with something, er someone, else that she could hardly focus at work and had difficulty remembering things she needed to do and had already done. Kay knew her head was in the clouds and had thankfully been there to pick up her slack. But still, as a business owner, she needed to have her head in the game.
After pulling in to the brewery parking lot, she gathered her purse and her beach bag because they were going to drive Blake's car. She locked up and headed inside, hoping Tyler wasn't there. She still felt a little guilty about not telling Blake about Tyler being a creep and she didn’t want to see Tyler and Blake together, so she’d be forced into small talk with him – pretending she wasn’t still furious with him.
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