CHAPTER 77 - The morning after
LIVVY WOKE SLOWLY,stretching languorously as she took note of the muted light seeping through the closed drapes. The passion of the previous night had left her drained and happy. She had slept better than she had in days. The next moment, her heart did a painful somersault as she realized she was alone in her bed. Had it all been a dream, after all? She bolted upright; her panicked mind taking a few moments to process the sounds coming from the bathroom and notice the discarded clothing before concluding that Dale must be taking a shower.
She smirked as she thought of his body, all wet and glistening from the water. Hmmm, maybe she should join him. Getting up from the bed, she walked naked towards the bathroom door and knocked. He invited her to enter. The sight that met her eyes made her all warm and molten inside. He had figured out how everything worked, because he was taking a steamy shower and lathering himself up with her pink puff. Her frilly pink puff sliding around his very male body and leaving a trace of foam behind was incredibly erotic.
“Do you need help with your back?” She said, walking up to the shower, opening the glass door and stepping inside.
“You can wash any part of me you want,” he whispered in her ear. “As long as you allow me to wash any part of you.”
“Hmmm, that seems fair.” She poured body wash into her hands and slid them all over his chest, down his arms, up to his shoulders, coming down his back before skating around his waist to the front and grabbing the proof of his desire. He made a sound of pleasure and started pumping languorously into the tight tunnel she had created with her hands.
Then he stopped, turned her around and put her hands against the wall, covering her body with his from behind to whisper in her ear, “My turn.”
His slippery hands tormented her breasts before sliding down to her weeping center and circling her clitoris, which was swollen and sensitive with desire. Her hips started undulating with a will of their own, pushing her buttocks into his hardness. His turgid member slid between her slippery thighs, and she closed them to squeeze him and keep him there, urging him to slide further into her and give her the fullness her body craved.
But he was on to her and didn’t linger. Instead, while holding her hips in place with his left hand, he retreated, his wicked right hand circling back and slipping confidently between her buttcheeks. He met her initial instinct to clench up with a coaxing caress, the fingers of his left hand working her from the front until her body relaxed and accepted the intrusion. When she moaned with desire, he slid the tip of a finger inside her behind. She gasped, shocked anew. Not at the invading finger, but at her own unexpected pleasure from the experience.
His left hand continued to torment her clitoris while the right invaded the very private and so far unexplored part of her. His finger was gentle, but inexorable. She could feel him there and that heightened her pleasure.
He nuzzled her neck and bit her ear a shade short of pain. “You like that, don’t you?”
She could only make inarticulate sounds and nod her head. He chuckled wickedly. “One day, I’m going to take this sweet little hole. I want to take you in every way a man can take a woman. I want to make you all mine.”
“Yes!” she moaned.
“But not today. You are not ready, and I am too impatient with need.” Stepping between her feet, he widened her stance, positioned the head of his cock between her thighs and plunged home.
His wicked fingers caressed her from front and back, creating such a maelstrom of sensation that it didn’t take any time at all to make her explode into a fierce climax. He followed her into the storm. Pumping hard while he shot his seed deep inside her. She would have fallen to the floor in a heap of rubbery limbs if he hadn’t held her up.
After that, she didn’t know how she found the strength to finish washing and drying. She crawled back into bed and wanted to sleep a couple more hours, but Dale was wide awake and grinning at her. Looking very pleased with himself.
She groaned, half laughing. “I need coffee.”
“I could use some, too.”
Accepting there would be no more sleeping this morning, she dragged herself out of bed and rummaged through her bags. “Let me get dressed, and then we can go find some breakfast.”
She walked out five minutes later wearing a pair of black leggings, a gray t-shirt and a beige duster cardigan. On her feet was a pair of cozy boots. She didn’t give much thought to her outfit other than she wanted to be comfortable. But when she saw Dale, she stopped in surprise.
He was wearing a pair of blue jeans that showcased his long, strong legs to the best advantage, while a cream-colored polo enhanced his blonde coloring and strong shoulders On his feet a pair of brown leather boots proclaimed he hadn’t eschewed comfort while looking good enough to appear on a magazine cover.
She stared, arrested, not only by how good he looked but by how well he wore modern clothes. She had never seen him dressed like this. Last night, she had not paid attention to his attire. Her only focus had been tearing it off of him.
“Damn, I am very underdressed. You look expensive, while I look like a bum,” she said with an appreciative smile.
“Actually,” he said, also taking in her attire, “you look deliciously provocative. I know these are the clothes women wear nowadays, but I still have trouble seeing so much of the female shape on display. Especially yours. I want to cover you up with a great overcoat and glare at any other man who dares to look in your direction.”
She smiled, a little contrite at his admission. “I rarely wear leggings out, although it is acceptable to do so. I wear them around the house for comfort. But if they make you uncomfortable, I can change.”
