It took several more shakes by her, and just as many peeps at his huge penis, before he finally opened his eyes. Andthat was when the tossing and turning stopped. And the yelling stopped. “What is . . . what?” He was confused.
“You were dreaming,” Joy quickly said. “You were having a nightmare.”
“Oh,” William said. He had them often. Nearly every week. But since he was always alone whenever he had one, he always woke up confused and then relieved.
This time was no different. He had had one of his bad ones. Worse than usual. He was very relieved.
Then his eyes saw that fire poker in her hand.
She looked where he was looking and then she smiled. “I wasn’t going to beat you up for disturbing me or anything like that,” she said jokingly. “I had just gotten out of the tub when I heard you. So I grabbed it because I thought you were under attack.”
“You were coming to my rescue?”
“Yes sir.”
She’d never know how wonderful that made him feel. But it wasn’t smart. “Next time,” he said, “run for your life if you feel there’s a threat, and call 911. You hear me?”
“No sir.”
He frowned. ‘What do you mean no?”
“I’m not about to leave you to fend for yourself when I can help out too. No sir.”
William stared at her. He didn’t think they still made women like that.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Joy was staring right back at him.
“Yes, I’m fine. Thank you.” But he saidthank youas if it was an afterthought because his eyes had roamed to Joy’s body. And more specifically the fact that she wore his dress shirt, with nothing underneath it, and it was completely unbuttoned. And because of her movements, it was wide open too.
Joy realized what had his attention, and she quickly moved to close the shirt and get out of there.
But William didn’t want to be alone. After those nightmares, he always had to get up. He could never go back to sleep. But this time, since she was there, he put his arm inside her shirt and around her waist, she turned toward him, and he easily lifted her up and on top of him.
Joy could feel the sweat on his chest from his nightmarish dream as they were skin-to-skin, and she could feel the heat of his entire body, including his ever-expanding penis, as he laid her on top of him. Although he’d been sweating, he still smelled like that same cologne she smelled all last night as she slept in his shirt. A smell she fell in love with. And when he cupped her butt and began squeezing it, and his touch felt so good, she looked at him. “You’re okay?”
He couldn’t just come out and say he was. Not after what he knew was an outcry for help if ever there was one. He looked at her. She smelled so fresh. It was that same sweet scent he remembered when she sat so close to him at that restaurant five weeks ago that she was practically in his lap. It was as if her very skin was perfume, and he was getting drunk on the aroma. He wanted to wrap her into his arms and never let her go.
But she was staring at him, poor thing, as if she was wondering about his sanity. As if his cries had shaken her. “What time is it?” he asked her softly.
“It should be around three-thirtyish by now.”
“Three in the morning?”
“Yes sir.”
“You took a bath three in the morning?”
“I wanted to be ready. You didn’t say what time to get up.”
William couldn’t believe it. He began to rub, rather than squeeze, her naked butt. “You’re one of a kind, Joynetta,” he said to her.
She smiled although his rub was making her feel lightheaded.
“Stay that way,” he added.
“You can count on it,” she said nervously. Then she laid her head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around her. And they remained as they were for several minutes.
But as they continued to fullyfeeleach other, their relaxed looks took a turn more serious. He was rubbing her with more sensualness, and his groans were increasing, while she could feel his erection getting harder beneath her, and her breathing was going deeper down.
