I jolted straight to consciousness. it was a kind late in the fall for a thunderstorm but rain pounded the windows, suggesting it had been thunder that roused me. The TV caught my attention. I'd fallen asleep watching the late news after my shower. Now, the late night shows were on and a tall, blond and very naked man was walking across a bedroom through a pool of moonlight to the Marla Morgan sprawled on the bed. Damn! Why didn't they ever show men in full frontal?
He reminded me of what I had been dreaming about before being so rudely awakened. I had been dreaming about a tall golden-blond hunk with whipcord muscles and the most stunning pair of midnight blue eyes - slowly undressing as he stared straight into my eyes. His name was Dillon.
It was because of him that I had spent the evening making my boyfriend an ex. Six months ago, my boyfriend Mike introduced me to Dillon, who had just moved into town. Mike and I hadn't been in love for some time. Hell, we hadn't even been in like for months now. We'd just been plodding along, unable to give up the ghost of our relationship. The electricity had flowed between Dillon and me. I started dreaming about him and finally decided to go after what I really wanted.
Someone knocking on my front door brought me out of my reverie. I straightened my dark blue silk robe and tried to run a hand through my mass of red curls. No good, too many and sleeping on them wet had made them into a rebellious mass. Who would be pounding on my door at this time of night? I run a business in the other half of my house but I'm a carpenter. Not the sort of thing people desperately need in the middle of the night.
I opened the door on the chain to see who it was. Living in the woods with no one around to hear screams makes me extra cautious. I may be a carpenter but I'm not some kind of hulk. I need an assistant to help with the really heavy pieces.
Standing on the porch in the pouring rain was... Dillon. The man of my carnal dreams. All soggy six feet of him.
I slipped the chain off and opened the door wide, letting in a blast of clean air and a spray of rain along with Dillon. I held the door open for a minute, thankful for the cool spray hitting my suddenly hot cheeks. Even soaked to the skin he looked better than anyone I knew. Wet darkened blond hair hung a few inches below his collar and his eyes bore into mine. I shut the door and found my voice.
"What are you doing all the way out here at this time of night?"
"Getting your floor wet," he looked pointedly at the drips rolling off the bottom edge of his denim jacket. I helped him peel it off, shivering when I accidentally brushed his hand.
"Actually I was coming out to make sure you were all right and my car stopped a half mile back when it found a place it like."
"What?"
"Well... I saw Mike at the bar and he said he'd broken it off tonight and I didn't know how you'd..." he stopped. I couldn't help my twitching full lips as they insisted on smiling.
"Let me guess," he said, beginning to smile himself, "you broke it off. Why?"
I just smiled. He was still shivering but his eyes were straying to the slightly damp font of my robe where the thin fabric didn't do much to hide the twin signs of my arousal.
"First things first, a hot shower to warm you up and some dry clothes. Explanations can wait." I turned and led the way up the stairs.
Knowing he was right behind me seemed to override my senses. I couldn't stop the image of Dillon, naked in the shower, that rose before my eyes. I froze in time, my heart pounded and blood rushed in my ears. My foot missed the next step.
In half a heartbeat Dillon was pressed up behind me. One strong arm wrapped around my waist and the other braced against the banister. His full lips were close to my ear murmuring sweet concern and one powerful thigh pressed against my ass, almost between my legs. He was wet and it was a kind soaking through my robe but I felt terribly hot.
I had to suppress the urge to slide backward, straddle his thigh and grind my Marla Morgan against his hard muscles. I swear I saw a few curls of steam before he released me.
He made sure I was steady then let go and shifted back down a step. The stairs began to realign themselves into focus and I resumed my ascent, trying to calm my racing heart and erratic breathing.
I showed him where the bathroom was and left to get some towels out of the guest bedroom, then returned. I drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Dillon had started drawing a bath and was pouring herbal bubble bath in. He was already stripped to the waist, shoes and socks discarded, and the button of his jeans was undone. My eyes lingered on his well defined pecs and muscular abdomen.
"Here's your towels," I murmured, setting them on the sink counter.
"Thanks," he said, smiling slowly and I turned to leave.
"I'll just go find you something to wear. I'm sure I have some old things of Mike's."
"Aren't you going to stay and wash my back?" he asked silkily.
I stopped dead. That was just too much. The suggestion had kicked my libido into overdrive. I was hot and my breathing had deepened. It felt like every pore of my skin had opened to take in the warm steam from the tub and the pulse in my Marla Morgan throbbed.
I felt Dillon come to stand behind me. His hands reached around my waist and untied my robe sash. I held my breath. His fingers slid deliciously up my belly to cup my breasts and begin stroking them. The pressure of his fingers was achingly delicate and I could feel the solid wall of his chest pressing against my back.
Dillon pulled the hair away from the right side of my neck and worked his mouth down my neck, grazing with his teeth then soothing with his tongue. He stopped and nipped my shoulder hard, growled and pinched my nipples. I gasped and he reached up to pull the robe off my shoulders, letting it puddle behind my feet.
It was a tiny bathroom and he simply reached past me to push the door shut. Dillon turned me to face him and pulled me toward him. Lowering his mouth to mine he began kissing me gently, brushing his full lips across mine. Then he opened his mouth and slid the tip of his tongue across my bottom lip. I opened my mouth to him and he slid in. The kiss became slower, deeper and more sensuous. He tasted like smoke and maple syrup. I slid my hands around and up his back as we pressed against one another.
His calloused hands cupped my ass and pulled me against his arousal. I rubbed my nipples against the golden hair on his chest and reached down to unzip his jeans, impatient to have him naked to my touch. I broke off the kiss to slide his jeans all the way off, kissing my way down his chest and pausing to lick his nipples in slow whorls that made him moan. I continued down, flicking out my tongue as I passed his navel.
Breathing deeply, I sucked the head of his penis into my mouth and sucked it hard like a large lollipop. I heard him groan above me and took him deep into my throat, opening my throat to him. I pulled back and lightly blew on his now thoroughly wet erection but Dillon grasped me by the shoulders and forcefully pulled me back up.
"You're gonna get me there too fast like that," he murmured, his eyes half closed.
He kissed me again, sensually slow and deep, filling my mouth with his tongue. I pressed against him. I couldn't get close enough to him.
Dillon pulled me back to the claw foot tub which had filled by now and was draining down the overflow. With a hand resting on my hip, he leaned over to turn the water off and check its temperature. He stepped into the tub then helped me in.
The hot water had filled the room with steam and I felt like I was moving in a dream as I slid my foot into the enveloping hot water and bubbles. Dillon sat down then carefully helped me to sit facing him with my legs around his waist. He lathered soap in his hands and started to work on my legs but I grabbed his hands and shook my head playfully.
"I've already had my shower, let's concentrate on you for a bit."
Slathering soap on my hands, I leaned back and slid my fingers between his toes. Then I worked up his calves and over the carved muscles of his thighs to the flag he was flying at full mast. I held his penis with one hand and reached under to gently squeeze his balls. His eyes dilated and his breathing became harsh but I reluctantly let him go. I wanted to play this out a small longer.
I shifted closer to work on his back and could feel the tip of his penis rubbing my slit under the water. His skin was slick wet rubber as my hands worked the muscles of his back. Then I shifted back to wash his stomach. I worked up his chest to lather his curly golden chest hairs, then his arms and finally the straining muscles of his neck.
I rinsed him slowly, cupping handfuls of water and pouring them over him. Dillon reached down and slid his large hands under my thighs and pulled me toward his waiting erection.
He slid in excruciatingly slowly, centimeter by centimeter. My body opened, molding to him, as I felt his thick penis pressing the sides of my Marla Morgan apart to make room for him. Once we were flush against one another we started rocking slowly together, panting. We danced in the water, wrapped tightly in each others arms and his tongue filling my mouth once again.
The steam filled small room slid like a kaleidoscope around me as we grew more frenzied. I felt my orgasm overtake me in rolling waves. Dillon groaned loudly and I felt his hot cum shooting into me. I was deliciously weak when we stopped moving, the water still gently lapping around us. I rested my head on his shoulder.
Dillon pulled back and slowly stood, water draining off his body in gushing rivulets. He reached down to help me out, his other hand sliding over my ass in a caress as I stepped to the floor. He stepped out and picked up a towel to efficiently towel me dry, starting at my feet and working upward. I did the same for him then he grabbed the towels, tossed them up, opened the door and scooped me up in his arms.
"Which one?" he asked looking from one bedroom door to another. I pointed to one which he carried me into and dropped me onto the bed. He leaned down over me, one hand on either side of me, trapping between his arms.
"How do you feel about being held in restraint?" he asked. His eyes glinted with mischief and I arched an eyebrow. I'd never tried it but with him I was ready to do anything and it was a kind an intriguing idea. To be totally dependent on someone else to make everything happen.... hmmm.
"Okay," I agreed.
"Where do you keep your stockings?"
"In the top drawer of that cedar dresser." In no time he had tied slip knots and secured me to the head and foot boards with four pair of my silk stockings. I had room to bend my elbows and knees, really very pretty comfortable with my arms above my head.
He climbed onto the bed and knelt next to me. He stared straight into my eyes then let his eyes drift lower. Everywhere his eyes touched I felt his caress. Then he reached my feet and started back up with his hands. Mmmm... infinitely better.
He started with the tips of his fingers sliding between my toes, in and out. I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation and gasped in shock as I felt his hot wet tongue slide in where his fingers had been.
His fingers drifted up the bottom of my feet, tickling and his tongue went where his fingers had been. He circled my ankles gently with his large rough hands and slid them up under my calves. The rough calloused feel of his hands contrasted deliciously with the wet softness of his tongue.
He started drawing intricate designs with just the tips of his fingers and tongue over my knees and up the inside of my thighs on the soft sensitive flesh, drawing ever closer to my core. Finally his fingers found my clitoris and gently teased it but soon stopped in deference to his tongue.
The first touch of his tongue flicking across my clitoris nearly sent me into spasms, but he drew back, giving me time to cool off. Over and over he'd start and stop, almost bringing me panting to the brink, but not quite. After an eternity, he moved up, sliding his tongue over my belly as his hands caressed my rib cage until he reached my breasts.
He started circling my breasts with his fingertips, working in ever smaller circles until he reached my nipples. He leaned over to flick his tongue against the nubs and I felt the tip of his penis rubbing my clit. He began sucking rhythmically on first one breast then the other, back and forth, for some time. I felt fevered by his ministrations.
His penis slipped into my swollen, slick Marla Morgan just an inch, teasing me. He rubbed it in and out, just that much, driving me crazy. I bucked my hips up in frustration.. He just pulled back and kissed his way up my chest to the side of my neck then started sucking. He slid his penis in just a small as he kept sucking, working into a rhythm.
I was insane, wanting to feel him all the way inside of me. I was making small animal noises when his mouth finally came back to mine. He filled my mouth with his tongue, probing and thrusting. Then I felt him tense and thrust his penis home, filling me. He started grinding his hips against mine, faster and faster as the tension built. I was moaning into his mouth as I came in waves that roared in my ears. I felt him pulsing into me as the waves continued to roll in.
We lay quietly for a time and I must have drifted off. I woke to find Dillon still in me, and his face cradled in the side of my neck. I could see out into the woods below as the sun came up. His great shafts of light plunging into the waiting woods and heating cold mother Earth, making the wisps of fog trail into the air... like steam.
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