by Jessie Dame
Rose looked down, "Oh no, there is no man in my bed to get disturbed."
"Well I don't see how a pretty woman like yourself could be alone at night, don't your nights get cold?" Thomas asked with real concern.
"Cold? Not at all. I know how to keep myself warm." Rose smirked as she started back for her desk. "I have plenty of blankets."
Thomas couldn't stop looking at her ass, the way it shifted from side to side when she walked. She was so graceful with her walk, very confident. He could tell she was a flirt, probably like all those woman who love to tease and leave you hanging with your thumb in your ass. But Roses smile was beautiful, and her eyes were warm. She was perfect. Too Perfect.
"Can I have your card?" Rose asked
"My card?" Thomas was confused.
"Your library card. You're going to need it if you want learn to potty train, Oscar." Rose said knowingly.
"Ah, my library card. Well, I was hoping you could help me out with that too. I don't have one."
"Do you have a photo I.D?" Rose handed him a clipboard. "Fill out this form and bring it back to me with your I.D and we'll get you one today." Rose went to turn back to her chair when she noticed the man staring at her. She looked at him, and their eyes met. They seemed to lock in with each other, and Rose felt her heart start to pound.
"Sure." Thomas said, and he walked away, clipboard in hand.
Rose thought he was mysterious. His eyes were deep set and the lightest shade of brown she had ever seen. They held a light in them that made her feel he could see right through her. She felt the way he stared at her when she walked to the bookshelf, but she couldn't stop shifting her hips without it looking forced. She didn't want to look strange or like a robot walking, so she just walked faster, getting to the shelf with the cat information. She thought a cat was an odd choice for a man to have; it was probably his wife's cat. It was either his wife's or he was gay. All the good looking guys were gay now-a-days. It disappointed Rose.
Thomas had to walk away with the clipboard. He wondered if she noticed how abruptly he turned from her. She was so breathtaking he couldn't continue to stare at her. He was getting aroused looking at her, imagining every last piece of her flesh under his hands. When their eyes met, he felt his cock jump again. He could feel it start to rise when she brushed his hand when he grabbed the clipboard. God it had been a long time since he felt such an attraction for a woman; and what a woman she was. He couldn't believe she was unmarried. Still, he felt she was way over his league, and he needed to wake up. After all, he was trained killer. Not that he wanted to be anymore. He had been a recruit for the United States Intelligence. He could never have imagined what the military would do to him. How far he would climb the military ladder of success only to land in a pool of blood. He still had flashbacks and nightmares of the woman he had been sent to kill. He tried to remember them as missions rather than people, but he was human, and he knew that he took life. He felt it inside of himself and he hated how it felt. When he had informed Mr. Gill that he was retiring and moving back to the states, he was met with much resistance. Mr. Gill was the head of U.S. Intelligence, and he wasn't going to let Thomas leave without a fight. He needed Thomas. The United States needed Thomas. Thomas was a thoroughbred, stone cold killer. They shaped him, trained him, molded Thomas into the most accurate and lethal sharp shooter since Christopher Scott (Chris) Kyle. Nobody could deliver results like Thomas, and Mr. Gill was pissed that he wanted out. However, he let Thomas leave. It would only be a matter of time before Thomas came back. As the saying goes, "once a killer always a killer".
Ding. The little bell chimed as Rose looked up from the counter. He was back. She jumped to her feet a little faster than usual. She reached out, "All done with the form?" she asked.
"Yup. Here's my ID." He passed the clipboard with his ID over to Rose. He noticed her delicate hands. So small, they almost looked frail.
"Military huh?" Rose said with amusement. She should have known a man of his stature would be military. The fierceness in his eye, the overly toned arms. "Thomas Duvall," she said letting the name roll off her tongue. He looked like a Thomas to her. The strong name fitted him well.
"You can call me Tom. I haven't got a local state ID, I hope you can accept this." He said.
"Well, we're not supposed to but I supposed I can make an exception for the United States Military." She smiled at him.
"Well, I thank you, ma'am."
"Please don't call me ma'am. My name is Rose." She couldn't stop smiling at him. He was so attractive, and his accent was sexy.
"Rose huh? Well Miss Rose, if that will be all I have to get back to Oscar. I am sure he has defiled every corner of the house by now." He looked out towards the door.
"Yup, that's it. Here is your card and your book. It is due back 7 days from today. Good luck with Oscar." She said.
"7 days huh? I sure hope Oscar gets this down, my house is going to smell like bleach and cat piss if he doesn't" He smiled at her again. He wanted her to smile. He thought her smile was amazing. He imagined his fingers tracing over her lips. She was beautiful.
"We're open 7 days a week until 8pm. Stop in any time." She spoke quietly, almost breathless. She couldn't believe how she was reacting to the presence of this man. This strong, tan, mysterious, and sexy man.
With that Thomas left the library. She watched him leave. Noticing the firmness in his ass. God she wanted to clutch his ass, just once. He was hot. Just like Stefan in the current romance novel she was reading. Almost to a T.
Three Weeks Later
Thomas was glad that he had went to the library that Monday. He was glad to have met Rose. She was beautiful and the only person he had talked to since moving to Middleton. He moved there to get away from his past. Though he couldn't escape his nightmares or his flashbacks, he could remove himself from the government atmosphere back in Washington. He couldn't go anywhere with the C.I.A, F.B.I or one of Mr. Gill's runts following him around. Even here, he felt the need to look over his shoulder. Always feeling the presence of someone watching him, following him. He knew it to be the nerves from his past actions causing the paranoia, but even still, it was a strong feeling. Middleton offered him a second chance at life, at happiness. He thought if he was ever going to get away from all the death in his past Middleton was the best shot he had. He found Oscar on the train to Milwaukee. He decided to keep the ugly stray cat. He bonded easily with Oscar, besides his constant need to piss on everything. However, Rose had helped him find the cure for that in the book she picked out for him. It had done its magic, and Oscar was now using his litter box every day. A little vinegar, water, and a spray bottle did wonders in getting cats to do what they didn't want too.
Thomas had been visiting the library every day just to see Rose. He had learned a lot about her in the few weeks he had been going there. He learned that she wasn't a librarian by default; she had actually loved to read. Romance novels were her big thing. She was as she called it a "Hopeless romantic". He had also learned that she was born and raised in Middleton. Her parents had passed away a few years back in a tragic hit and run by a drunk driver. Today he was headed back to the library to ask Rose on a date. He thought it probable that she tell him no, but he had to ask. He felt happy around her. Something he hadn't felt in years. And besides, who else could he fill his weekends with?
Rose looked up just as Thomas was coming in the door. Her chest got tight at the sight of him. She watched the outline of his crotch as his pants gathered there. She wondered what it looked like. More than that, she wanted to feel it. She had been picturing Thomas's crotch and hard body every night as she let her fingers pleasure herself. She called out his name as she reached her climax. Even though she was a virgin, she knew how to have an orgasm. She was the master of giving herself pleasure and the romance books she read every night left her wet between the legs. She had no choice but to put the fire to rest that was burning in her soul. She never could keep it at bay for long. Her body longed f
or the touch of a man. She needed to feel a man inside her. Thomas spoke quietly as he leaned over the counter for only her to hear, "Would you like to join me for dinner Friday night?"
Rose was surprised but felt honored "Yes!" she said it with excitement in her voice.
"Well, that's great. Do you know any good spots to eat?" He asked.
Rose grabbed a stack of books as she walked around the counter to go re-stock them. "Well, there's McNally's. All the locals go there to eat. I am not particularly fond of the owner. He's full of his self sometimes but the foods good." She said as she walked towards the stacks.
She could sense Thomas behind her, following her. When she reached the last row of bookshelves she turned and stepped into the narrow row. She found the place where the book went, and she bent over to place it back. As soon as she bent down she felt Thomas lean into her. She felt his bulge on her ass, and although it startled her, she liked how it felt there. She went to stand leaving her ass pushed against his crotch. As she stood his hands wrapped around her waist, and she looked back over her shoulder. He met her gaze, and he leaned into her harder. She lost her breath as a moan left her throat. "What are doing?" She asked, her heart pounding.
"Shhhh. Don't say anything." He leaned into her, letting his lips brush against the softness of hers. She smelt so good. Warm and sweet. Like spicy sugar. God he wanted her. He needed her. He let him tongue trace her lips until they parted slightly. He firmly kissed her soft warm mouth, and she sank into him. HE turned her towards him and pinned her back up against the shelf. Her heart was racing, and she was scared, but he felt amazing to her. She let her hands trace over his arms and shoulders. He was so strong. So firm. Her pussy was throbbing. She could feel herself getting moist between her legs. God she was scared. He pushed himself against her a little harder. She could feel he was hard. She could feel he was huge too. She grabbed his ass and pulled him into her even closer. She let him kiss her, let his tongue dance with hers. It was amazing, magical even.
Thomas didn't know what he was doing. He couldn't control himself around Rose. It was something about her intense and unfocused sexuality. She gave off a subtle vibe of temptation that he couldn't resist, didn't want to either. He felt compelled to inflict pleasure on Rose and keep her filled with it. No other woman had drawn his attention the way she did, and he loved it, craved it from the depths of himself.
Rose couldn't believe she was letting this man kiss her. She had just met him last week. She questioned her attraction for him more than once, but right now it took all of her energy not cum right there in the row of books. His lips felt amazing on her flushed skin, and she didn't want the feeling to stop.
"Do you want me to stop?" Thomas whispered.
Rose struggled to get the words out in one breath. "No. Please don't. What are we doing?"
As Thomas lifted the back side of her skirt, he slowly slid his hands between her thighs. She was hot, and he could feel the moisture there. He slipped her satin panties to the side with ease and let his figure dip inside her. Her body shivered as his finger slid inside of her wetness. Her clit was hard and erect, like a little button he could lightly flick with his fingertips.
Both he and Rose startled back to reality as an older woman cleared her throat from the end of the stacks. They both tried to straighten their clothing and walk away as if nothing had just happened. Rose was embarrassed. Not about the woman catching them, but she was embarrassed that she let Thomas get so far with her so quickly. She had surely thought and anticipated her first encounter with a man would be more romantic with candles or something out of her romance books. Thomas didn't need any of that "fluff". He was romantic in his tone, and his gentle touch drove her mad. She didn't care that she had just met him. She felt a pull to him that made her feel he was the one. Thomas was the man she had been waiting for her entire life, and she knew it with a certainty. As she stepped around the front desk Thomas spoke, "So where do you live?"
Rose picked up a pen and wrote down her address. "I thought that we could spend the evening in at my place. I have this chicken that needs to be roasted and well, we won't have to deal with any distractions."
"Rose, you are a distraction all by yourself. I can't even think straight around you." Thomas had a smile on his face showing his dazzling white teeth. "I'll think it's a perfect idea. How's about 7ish?"
"7 it is then." Rose smiled as Thomas walked away.
Friday
Thomas pulled up in front of this small, light yellow house. It was older and had a cherry blossom tree in the front yard. He thought that fitting to be in her yard as he imagined penetrating deep into Roses' cherry blossom. He straightened his hair in the rearview mirror before getting out of the car. As he walked up to the house, he could hear Rose singing through the open window. She had a beautiful voice. Almost shy in her tone when she sang. He could imagine Rose singing to him in that same soft voice while they lay in bed. He knocked on the door.
"Just a minute," Rose called out from inside the house.
Thomas waited patiently for what seemed like 10 minutes. When Rose opened the door, she was a wearing an elegant and sexy light pink dress. It was revealing in all the right places, and he could see the fullness of her breasts pushed up underneath. She was amazing.
"You found it okay?" Rose said with question.
"Yes, ma'am. I mean Rose. It wasn't hard to find with my handy G.P.S. system." Thomas chuckled.
"Dinner should be ready in about 20 minutes."
"There's no rush," Thomas said as he leaned in to kiss her softly.
Rose kissed Thomas deeply. There was raw passion, and it was intense. Her heart started to beat with a wild rhythm, and she was thirsty for his touch. She wrapped her arms around him and let her hands run the length of his back. He was so strong, so manly. She loved it.
Thomas could smell the hint of perfume on her neck as he kissed her. Her lips parted effortlessly against his, and their tongues danced once again. She was an amazing kisser, and he let his hands grab a handful of her tight ass. God he loved her ass. She was thin, and he was able to pick her up off her feet with ease, so he did. He carried Rose down the hall to the living room. He didn't know where he was going, and he didn't care. He only cared about one thing, and that was Rose.
Rose's heart started pounding the moment she opened the front door. Thomas stood there in his boot cut Levis and a faded blue t-shirt. He was a down home type of man, and she liked that about him. When he leaned in to kiss her, she wasn't expecting herself to start throbbing below, but she was. Being in his arms, being carried down the hallway of her home felt somewhat surreal. Rose slid her hands under his shirt and felt his warm taunt skin. He was so smooth and soft. She pulled his shirt up and over his head, interrupting their mouths embrace. He slowly traced her ear with his tongue as his hands unbuttoned her blouse. She felt exposed but not shy. She wanted Thomas. She wanted to feel him in her soul.
Thomas slid his hands around her waist and slowly started to unclasp her bra. It fell weightlessly away from her shoulders and down her arms to the floor. She was staring at him with excited anticipation of what they both knew was about to happen. She had a look of longing and fear on her face, almost as if she was afraid to continue. Thomas wasn't going to let that happen. He was mad for her. He cupped her breast in his hand and let his mouth trace her nipples. He teased them with his tongue, flicking them softly until they were firm and erect. His cock was growing harder, and he felt himself pushing against the zipper of his jeans. He unbuttoned them and let them fall to his knees, stepping out from them one foot at a time. She was kissing his neck, pulling at his flesh with her teeth, teasing him even more.
She slid her skirt and panties down off her hips and let them fall to the floor. She was exposed now, vulnerable, and she was okay with that. They stood there, naked, exposing themselves to one another. He let her head rest on his arm as he tipped her back and onto the couch. He kissed her neck and slowly worked his way down past her shoulders. H
e sucked on each breast softly, they were so full, and they bounced slightly with the soft movements. He trailed her stomach with his tongue, stopping only to kiss her. Thomas slowly let his tongue find her pubic bone, traced it slowly. Roses back arched, and a gasp escaped her mouth. He felt so good, gentile. He let his tongue dip between her moist lips and he slowly glided it up and down. She tasted sweet, like honeysuckle. He could feel her hard clit against his tongue, and she shifted her hips in pleasure. He let his tongue dip inside her and her muscles grasped at him in response. He could feel her pulse between her legs with this tongue as her body shifted in pleasure. His cock was rock hard and throbbing so he slowly kissed a trail back up to her neck. He looked at her, at her beauty. He couldn't understand what she saw in him, but he wanted to keep her. He slid his length between her legs, letting the head of his cock glide back and forth against her clit. She was clawing at his back, and he knew she wanted him inside her.
Thomas slid his hard, throbbing cock inside of her, and she was surprised at how it filled her. It felt good, and the throbbing head of his cock could be felt deep inside, touching her back walls. It sent a sharp but pleasurable pain up her spine. Oh God, he felt so food. Her pussy muscles clenched and grasped at his length. He slid up and down, in and out of her. She was so close to exploding in pleasure. Suddenly he stopped, letting his cock throb inside of her. He was clenching his eyes shut hard, and she knew that he was on the brink of cumming. "Don't stop." Rose gasped.
"I don't this moment to end." Thomas kept his eyes closed.
"Then it won't." Rose pulled him to her and kissed him deeply. She shifted her hips up and down letting herself release on his cock. The feeling of her muscles clenching with her explosion made him explode. His body shivered from the force of his climax as he emptied himself inside of her. He let out a deep breath and relaxed on top of her. They lay there, holding one another, each of their thoughts on the same thing; the sex they just had was amazing and powerful.
