Eddie, My Love
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"Willow," he began. "If you're the woman of my RAVE, you're the woman of my dreams. I want to tell you in person exactly how I feel. Do you understand?"
"There's always something left to say, hm, Eddie? I feel that way, too. I'll see you tonight."
They rung off and Eddie got busy.
* * * * *
The Flamingo's Rest hotel was one of the best in Miami. It rated five stars in the best travel guides. Willow had stayed there before, whenever she came to Miami. The staff made a point of greeting her personally and making sure everything was perfect for her stay.
Her usual room was available, as it happened, and the staff was happy to take her bag and ask to be of assistance throughout her visit. She ordered champagne and oysters to be delivered at midnight.
Then she waited. It seemed like an eternity, but, in reality, it was only a few hours. At eleven o'clock, the concierge called her to tell her that "an Edward Reston" was there to see her. She told him to let her friend up and checked her appearance in the large mirror in the bathroom.
Her peach silk gown slid over her figure like a caress, her bare, perfectly pedicured feet peeking out from under the hem. It was a little risky to meet the man she thought was Eddie while in a peignoir, but it was a chance she was willing to take.
There was a knock at the door and she hurried to open it. It was Eddie. Gloriously, it was Eddie. Her Eddie. His face was as rough-hewn as she remembered it, his body muscular and tight. His sleeves were rolled up and his thick forearms made a tingle go down her spine as she remembered what those arms looked like, holding up his big body while he drove into her. Yes, she wanted that again.
He dropped his bag and took her in his arms, kissing her face as though he was afraid to lose her again.
Willow, now sure that he was the right man and not a figment of a fevered imagination, pulled him into the room and rose on tiptoe to kiss his mouth. He tasted like mint PEZ, and as their kiss broke, she giggled. He was there. Really there, for her to touch.
Would they get along in this life as they had in 1950? What did he do for work? What was his family like? When was his birthday? Suddenly, a thought struck her. Was he married?
There were too many questions. All she wanted was to hold him in her arms and never let him go.
He touched her gently, running his hands over her body as though savoring a master sculpture. "Tell me you're mine. I need to know you're real."
Laughing, so full of joy for the first time in weeks, Willow assured him that she was real.
Oddly, they seemed to be thinking the same thing at the same time, and Willow was surprised when he asked, "Are you married? Should I be worried that a guy with big muscles is going to come barging in?"
"I'm not married. Are you?"
"Not to a guy with big muscles," he teased. Willow giggled. "No, I'm not married. I was once, but that didn't work out."
"I'm glad. I mean, I'm not…actually, I am glad it didn't work out. I want you all for myself."
"You've got me."
They kissed again, deeply and without hesitation. Eventually, Willow took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom where she unrobed him and waited patiently while he skimmed her gown down to the floor.
Naked and unashamed, Eddie drew her to the bed and kissed her all over. His mouth lingered on her nipples and they tightened, almost painfully. Curls of pleasure and tension roiled in her womb and she anticipated joining with him. She was wet so quickly, but it didn't surprise her; there was desperation in her need.
"Oh, God, Eddie. I want you so much."
His kisses lingered on her belly, dropping down to the juncture of her thighs. He spread her nether lips and suckled on her clit gently. Willow nearly shot from the bed, the pleasure was so intense and yet not quite enough.
Although she was panting and moaning, Eddie moved away from her to lie prone on the bed. "Ride me, Willow. I want you to take me in."
It didn't take a second request. Willow eagerly mounted him and slid him deep into her body. The sensation was exquisite. He fit exactly right. They were perfectly matched. Within moments, she had built up a steady rhythm, rocking on his pelvis, arching as he cupped her breasts and teased her nipples again.
While she rode, he did something that was so Eddie. He spanked her. First one slap and then another. They weren't gentle love taps, but neither were they punishment. Willow felt her bottom heat and the tingles spread all over her body, lodging between her legs where she held him firm.
The spanking was rhythmic and persistent. The sound of his hands on her behind compelled her to rock faster on his cock.
Eddie paused from spanking just long enough to direct her hands to where they joined, pressing her fingers to her aching clit. "Touch. Give me everything you have."
Willow rode him for all she was worth, touching her tender bud vigorously, with the knowledge of a woman who knows what her body craves. Eventually, she felt the urge crescendo and her body shuddered with pleasure. A curtain lifted and sun shone in. She came harder than she ever had before.
Eddie was not far behind her. He smacked her rump a few more times and gracefully rolled her over, never breaking their connection, driving into her as she wrapped her legs around his waist. As he came, he growled out her name and Willow was lost, forever lost in Eddie's love.
They were resting when the oysters and champagne arrived, and quickly donned gown and pajama bottoms to answer the door.
Over their snack, they talked, and talked and talked. Willow found out that Eddie was a successful engineer, holding some important patents. He was financially secure. She had no worries that he was after her money. After all, he hadn't realized she was Willow Camber when they met.
"Where do we go from here?" he asked.
"Where do you want to go?"
Grinning, he answered, "All the way. I don't want to risk losing you again. I can't stand the thought."
Willow felt the same, but she had to ask. "Are you sure? Do you know what that means?"
"San Francisco or Toronto?" was his answer.
"Vancouver?" she asked. She had been thinking about moving her corporate offices out west, where the weather was better.
Eddie nodded. "I love Vancouver. I love you. "
Willow's heart skipped a beat and her body flushed as with a fever. "Oh, Eddie, my love, my dearest love." Then the imp in her popped out. "I'll race you to the bedroom." She hurried off her chair and ran.
"No fair!" He caught her hand and pulled her into his embrace. "Say it again."
"I'll race you to the bedroom?"
He whacked her on the behind. "No. You know what I want to hear."
"I love you, Eddie. Love you with all my heart."
"That's all I needed to hear. Now, my love… I'll race you to the bedroom!"
The End.
Patricia Green
I began writing for publication at age seven, when a poem I wrote was printed in a children's magazine. A long time went by before I got interested in further publications. I guess I was resting on my laurels. Now, I'm the author of more than twenty novels and novellas.
Although I'm an American, I live in Canada with my husband and a whole lot of houseplants.
Things to note: my books are all romances, in that they are about people falling in love and living happily ever after. They also have quite a bit of erotic/adult content, so be ready for the spicy stuff.
Enjoy!
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