continuation of the story
Things became very awkward after that night. Since he was to protect me, we still saw much of each other. I longed to catch him alone on the balcony again but that wasn't to happen until several months later. Oh I knew he was awake and every night I was too, but we managed to avoid one another somehow, or was it him avoiding me?
several months later, there he was. It was late, and we both had been in our rooms. The house was quiet. I sat in one of the corners of the balcony, watching the summer night sky. I was restless, which seemed to happen a lot to me during the summer months. I was not in a lot of clothing being that it was hot still even at night. Why should I worry if he's avoiding me now at night anyway? This particular night I was in my panties and a tank top, my hair up in it's usual ponytail, still damp from the shower I took earlier. I must have blended into the darkness of the corner as I heard him come out and look right past me. He was in shorts and a tank top, barefoot and in the moonlight, gorgeous as ever. Ever since that first and only kiss, I had wanted another taste. I had given him his space. It was all him now. I watched him put his hands on the railing and look out over the land. I watched him for a bit, lost in his thoughts, lost in my own. I started to envision what it would be like to be held by those arms again, to be skin to skin with him. I wanted him to look at me with those eyes, those hungry eyes and tell me what he thought. I must have been too lost in my thoughts because I groaned and realized that it was aloud. He turned his head as if to listen and I cursed in my head and watched him turn around. Again I thought maybe he saw me, but he didn't. His hand instinctively went to his hip, but realized that his gun was in his room; he turned and darted to get it. I shot up from where I was, not wanting to GET shot and followed to watch him. I stood in the doorway to his room. The moonlight framing me as he turned around to come back out. He jumped a bit when he saw me.
"Damn! What are you doing there?"
"I was outside. I didn't want to get shot."
He looked me up and down, realizing that I was dressed in very little. His eyes traveled every inch of my body and I shivered. My nipples became hard and stood erect against my tank top. He started to come towards me; I could see the want in his eyes.
"No...” he groaned and stopped, "I can't." I became impatient with this cat and mouse game.
"Its not that you can't because of anything other than not being able to let go and love again!" I said in an angry tone, frustrated with him and myself, neither of us making a move. "I've done it. I live with it and I can love again." I moved closer to him and touched his cheek. He closed his eyes and leaned a bit into my touch. He opened his eyes and looked into mine and nodded. Leaning down to me he whispered, "I will try."
I placed my arms around his neck and leaned into him pressing my breasts into his chest and kissing his lips softly. That was all it took. He groaned against me once more and kissed me back, both of us parting our lips as before only more passionately and hungry. His hands sought my body again. As if to memorize it’s every curve. My hands drifted down to his shoulders and were slowly making their way down to his chest when he scooped me up and threw me onto the bed. He looked at me for a moment and hesitated. "Come to me" I whispered and he lay beside me. His kisses all over my face and lips moving down my neck, his hands finding their way from my waist under my tank top to my breasts. He decided that the tank top was in his way and he pulled it over my head and off onto the floor. He took first the right breast into his mouth, his hand cupping and kneading it, his tongue tracing my nipple and flicking it with the tip. Then to the left. Like a man who can’t get enough. I pulled his face up to my lips and leaned over him, slowing us down. I wanted this night to last a bit and I wanted to just look at him. He tried to kiss me but I pulled back and smiled, helping him out of his tank top and tossing it to the floor with mine. I could tell he wanted me just by the way he kept trying to take over. I ran my hands down his chest and down his abs. They were tight and I sighed a satisfied sigh and sat back looking at him with my hand on his chest. He took his shorts down and his hardness popped out. I was amazed by his size. He took my hand in his and placed it on his cock. "I want you to touch me," he groaned. I caressed the shaft and moved my hand up to the head. He groaned and sighed with the pleasure I brought to him with my touch. I bent my head down and took the tip between my lips, teasing the head with my tongue. He gasped when I took almost all of him into my mouth and down my throat. His hand had found my ass and moved downward to my opening. His other hand moved my panties down my hips and off as I moved my ass to help him. My mouth devouring him, moving up and down along the shaft, my tongue dancing all over him and coming up to swirl my tongue around the head. His fingers plunged deep into me, feeling my wetness. My excitement at pleasing him. His groans and gasps getting quicker. His hips bucking upward until he couldn’t take anymore. He stopped me, and pushed me down to the bed again. He hovered above me looking down at me.
“God you’re beautiful,” he sighed. I smiled and reached up to kiss him. His lips met mine and as he pulled back from the last kiss he thrust forward into me. I gasped and felt a little pain as he was big. The pain gave way to pleasure. His slow thrusts turned to quick ones as his hands played along my body. Before I knew it, I was in the throws of an earth shattering orgasm. Soon after I came, his body tightened and he groaned a loud groan thrusting into me as he shot into my very core and collapsed onto me; falling to the side. He grinned at me and I back at him. Both of us covered in sweat from our tryst. I knew from that moment we were going to be inseparable.
several months later, there he was. It was late, and we both had been in our rooms. The house was quiet. I sat in one of the corners of the balcony, watching the summer night sky. I was restless, which seemed to happen a lot to me during the summer months. I was not in a lot of clothing being that it was hot still even at night. Why should I worry if he's avoiding me now at night anyway? This particular night I was in my panties and a tank top, my hair up in it's usual ponytail, still damp from the shower I took earlier. I must have blended into the darkness of the corner as I heard him come out and look right past me. He was in shorts and a tank top, barefoot and in the moonlight, gorgeous as ever. Ever since that first and only kiss, I had wanted another taste. I had given him his space. It was all him now. I watched him put his hands on the railing and look out over the land. I watched him for a bit, lost in his thoughts, lost in my own. I started to envision what it would be like to be held by those arms again, to be skin to skin with him. I wanted him to look at me with those eyes, those hungry eyes and tell me what he thought. I must have been too lost in my thoughts because I groaned and realized that it was aloud. He turned his head as if to listen and I cursed in my head and watched him turn around. Again I thought maybe he saw me, but he didn't. His hand instinctively went to his hip, but realized that his gun was in his room; he turned and darted to get it. I shot up from where I was, not wanting to GET shot and followed to watch him. I stood in the doorway to his room. The moonlight framing me as he turned around to come back out. He jumped a bit when he saw me.
"Damn! What are you doing there?"
"I was outside. I didn't want to get shot."
He looked me up and down, realizing that I was dressed in very little. His eyes traveled every inch of my body and I shivered. My nipples became hard and stood erect against my tank top. He started to come towards me; I could see the want in his eyes.
"No...” he groaned and stopped, "I can't." I became impatient with this cat and mouse game.
"Its not that you can't because of anything other than not being able to let go and love again!" I said in an angry tone, frustrated with him and myself, neither of us making a move. "I've done it. I live with it and I can love again." I moved closer to him and touched his cheek. He closed his eyes and leaned a bit into my touch. He opened his eyes and looked into mine and nodded. Leaning down to me he whispered, "I will try."
I placed my arms around his neck and leaned into him pressing my breasts into his chest and kissing his lips softly. That was all it took. He groaned against me once more and kissed me back, both of us parting our lips as before only more passionately and hungry. His hands sought my body again. As if to memorize it’s every curve. My hands drifted down to his shoulders and were slowly making their way down to his chest when he scooped me up and threw me onto the bed. He looked at me for a moment and hesitated. "Come to me" I whispered and he lay beside me. His kisses all over my face and lips moving down my neck, his hands finding their way from my waist under my tank top to my breasts. He decided that the tank top was in his way and he pulled it over my head and off onto the floor. He took first the right breast into his mouth, his hand cupping and kneading it, his tongue tracing my nipple and flicking it with the tip. Then to the left. Like a man who can’t get enough. I pulled his face up to my lips and leaned over him, slowing us down. I wanted this night to last a bit and I wanted to just look at him. He tried to kiss me but I pulled back and smiled, helping him out of his tank top and tossing it to the floor with mine. I could tell he wanted me just by the way he kept trying to take over. I ran my hands down his chest and down his abs. They were tight and I sighed a satisfied sigh and sat back looking at him with my hand on his chest. He took his shorts down and his hardness popped out. I was amazed by his size. He took my hand in his and placed it on his cock. "I want you to touch me," he groaned. I caressed the shaft and moved my hand up to the head. He groaned and sighed with the pleasure I brought to him with my touch. I bent my head down and took the tip between my lips, teasing the head with my tongue. He gasped when I took almost all of him into my mouth and down my throat. His hand had found my ass and moved downward to my opening. His other hand moved my panties down my hips and off as I moved my ass to help him. My mouth devouring him, moving up and down along the shaft, my tongue dancing all over him and coming up to swirl my tongue around the head. His fingers plunged deep into me, feeling my wetness. My excitement at pleasing him. His groans and gasps getting quicker. His hips bucking upward until he couldn’t take anymore. He stopped me, and pushed me down to the bed again. He hovered above me looking down at me.
“God you’re beautiful,” he sighed. I smiled and reached up to kiss him. His lips met mine and as he pulled back from the last kiss he thrust forward into me. I gasped and felt a little pain as he was big. The pain gave way to pleasure. His slow thrusts turned to quick ones as his hands played along my body. Before I knew it, I was in the throws of an earth shattering orgasm. Soon after I came, his body tightened and he groaned a loud groan thrusting into me as he shot into my very core and collapsed onto me; falling to the side. He grinned at me and I back at him. Both of us covered in sweat from our tryst. I knew from that moment we were going to be inseparable.