(Continued from Geneva – 6)
He awoke almost exactly at dawn surprised to be alone. Not that she had snuck off particularly, but that he hadn’t awakened. That wasn’t right-everything roused him. He pulled the sheets to his face-they smelled of her. The whole bed smelled of her and he wanted nothing so much that instant than to have her back beside him. The door was open to the hallway.
Pulling on his jeans, he walked quietly down the stairs and, hearing movement in the kitchen, made the turn and headed that way. Dawn broke back there before the rest of the house and as she knelt on the floor-shapeless in the robe he had laid out-a corona from the glowing sun rising through the window enveloped her.
“Ah, they got to you…”
“This one was digging at the door.” She scratched the tiger-striped one behind the ear as his purr rumbled.
“That’s Biff. Happ’s the other.”
“They led me right here. Sniffed at the cupboard.”
“They know the routine. They invented the routine”.
“Both guys, huh?”
“Yeah, but fixed.”
“Good thing to do with guys.” She straightened and turned to face him. “Most guys anyway.”
When she turned and slid toward him he had a vision that she radiated rather than reflected the light surrounding her. The robe, happily too large, gaped open. He slipped his hands inside and pulled her close, allowing his fingers a long luxurious exploration of her back, down to her bottom, gently between her cheeks and back up her sides. When the robe slipped off one shoulder he pulled it off the other so it fell like a stricken sail to the floor.
He buried his head for a moment in her shoulder gulping the bed-smell as she hugged him back, flattening her breasts against him. The summer tan on her legs was fading from her shoulders and back leaving her skin creamy and thin enough to reveal the veins pulsing just below the surface. She was incredibly soft to the touch.
“So I have a question”, he asked.
“Why are you on the pill if you were living with a woman?”
“Wishful thinking.” Then, “I was with her on-and-off for a year”, she said, still not answering.
“There’s nothing to say you won’t be with her again,” He said and she shivered. “If you want to be.”
“I’m on the pill for the ‘off’ times. She doesn’t know it. I’m awful.”
“Were there a lot of ‘off’ times?”
“No, actually. That was the ‘wishful thinking’ part. I kept hoping but it never…I was never able to…she was-IS-so controlling. Doesn’t seem like it but….” she sighed and seemed to try to burrow her head more deeply into his chest.
“Don’t think about it. None of my business anyway. But you’re too young to be doing things you don’t want to for someone else-you have a whole lifetime for that.” He grinned, allowing his hand to slip again down her back. “Tend to your needs first-if you don’t, they’ll harden inside you and turn into something nasty. We all have needs-don’t apologize for them.”
“I don’t know if it was a need…”
“You needed to be controlled. Or you needed to let her control you. Which are two different things. But whatever it is, those needs are real…Understand them.”
She didn’t want to right then-was content to allow him to hold her close and feel his hardness pushing into her. “What about your needs?”, she asked pushing into him a little.
“That’s an onion we’ll peel later.” He touched his forehead to hers. “Right now a couple of more hours of sleep…”
Mirroring his movements, she cupped his ass squeezing him closer. He looked down into her dancing green eyes. Jesus, he thought, weakened. He would have sworn she winked but probably not. “Absolutely that…THEN, sleep”, he said growing stiffer. She turned, took his hand and stepping over the robe, led him through his own house to his own bed.