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Cabin Fever

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Tim yawned hugely as he padded downstairs, an empty glass in his hand. He almost tripped over his feet at the bottom, and steadied himself with a muted curse. The morning was cool, the house enveloped in a pre-dawn glow. He walked into the kitchen, resting the glass in the sink.

Butterball, the fat ginger queen of his home, wrapped herself around his legs. He smiled, and felt the cat’s purr against his leg. He bent to retrieve the cat food from under the sink.

“Come on, then, Puss, here’s breakfast!” He refilled the ginger cat’s bowl with clean water, filled a second set of bowls for the feisty young Siamese male, Keebler, and then went to open the top half of the back door that led out into the backyard. He leaned on the sill, and stared out on a peaceful morning. The fog had not lifted a foot off the ground, and the resulting picture stirred a deep, satisfied response inside him. He inhaled deeply, watching the mist swirl upward. By the time the sun came up, the morning would be clear and crisp, and the soupy mists would have dissipated.

Although Timothy Chandler was no longer in the first blush of youth, he enjoyed his life with satisfying gusto. He was a writer, and his latest book had finally gone to press last evening. He had a week before he needed to begin work on the next project. Well, not begin, but rather complete. He thought about what he had planned to do with his time off, and the smile on his face this time was deliberate, and calculating. His sister Gwen was coming later this morning to house-sit for him, while he went on his first little vacation in five years. He needed this time away, for more than one reason.

He watched as the fog began to lift, and rehearsed his plan. The trip to the lake would take almost all day, but once he had recovered a little, he’d begin to weave the spell that he hoped would win him the prize he most sought — the woman he was falling in love with. It had taken him long enough to figure out, or perhaps admit, or both, that he loved Kathryn Harrison, and he knew that now, though all the fear and misunderstandings of the last year had been aired and expunged, he had to show her that what he felt was real, and that he would always love her. He had to show her that only she was the spark that set him off, like Roman candles on Independence Day.

Tim closed the top half of the back door, and went to check his messages. No one had called from the publishers, which was a good sign…unless they had e-mailed him. He touched a key and the laptop lit up. Kathryn had left him a message.

“I got here a little while ago, and you’re right, Tim! It’s beautiful! Even in the dark! Wish you were here!”

He sat down. “I wish I was there, too, toots! But I’ll be there before you know it! Keep my spot warm for me.”

Immediately, the IM box came alive, and before long he was grinning broadly. “Showered yet? I kinda like the image in my head…” She stuck a tongue out.

Tim chuckled. “Sure you want THAT image?” he winked and she replied,

“Too late. Already there!” The rolling-on-the-floor-laughing emo appeared. “What time will you get here?”

“Around six!”

“Can’t wait…see you later, babe!” The little flirt emo appeared, their mutual sign-off note. He sent it back to her, and felt the place in his heart he’d kept closed off warm with thoughts of her, and what he planned to do when he saw her…

…Tim woke to the stewardess’s hand on his shoulder.

“Seatbelt, please, sir! We’re about to land.”

He struggled into an upright position and put on his seatbelt. He’d been to the lake before, and had told her about it when he got back. He’d told her he was thinking of maybe retiring there. How they had gotten from those friendly chats, to intimate disclosures about her raging hormones, to this rendezvous, had him thinking lusty thoughts by the time he was on his way to the lake.

The lights twinkled on the front porch and in the kitchen when he walked up the front steps, lugging his suitcase. He pushed open the door and immediately the smell of cooking assailed his nostrils. He dropped the case and followed his nose, entering the kitchen as a tall, caramel-skinned woman stood up from peering into the oven. She turned, as though she had heard him, and their eyes met. Her smile started there, in those big brown eyes, and spread over her whole face. She looked exactly as he remembered, and his response was immediate and telling, if she had looked at the front of his slacks. He resisted the urge to adjust himself.

They had talked a few of times on the phone, in addition to the two, and sometimes three-times-daily chats on instant messenger, and had exchanged photographs, and he had met her for lunch while on a book tour a few months earlier. But this was the first that they would spend any significant amount of time together, and Tim did not know what to expect. It had taken some careful negotiating on his part, with a very light hand, to get her to agree to share the cabin with him. He broke the awkward silence.

“Hey there, pretty lady! Something smells good in here!” He approached her slowly, and watched her walk toward him, his skin tingling in anticipation of touching her.

“Hey, Tim!” Her voice was hoarse and she cleared her throat. She stopped about a foot away from him and stared.

Tim felt his cheeks heating, so great was his desire to make contact with her, and he reached out and touched her face.

“Still beautiful!” When she smiled, he found he needed to hold her, so he did, pulling her fully into his arms. He felt her shudder, and he tilted her face up and stared into her eyes.

“What?” she asked. A small frown marred her brow.

“Nothing,” he lied, willing himself not to shake. “I’d forgotten how beautiful you are in person,” he continued. She smelled of some sweet, exotic fragrance, but under that, he smelled her, the essence of her that rattled his composure. He dropped a tender kiss on her hair, lightly, so she didn’t feel it, and letting her go abruptly, moved away to sit at the table.

It had been a long flight for Kat, and she had had more than enough time to think about what she was doing here. Timothy Chandler had become her friend a little over a year earlier. She had been miserable, lost personally, and he had been a kind listener with a warm heart. Kat had discovered that Tim was as guarded as she was, maybe even more so, because he had been badly hurt by someone he loved. So she had tried to ensure that all they had was a deep friendship. But when they had met for lunch when he came on a publishing tour to her town, she saw something in his eyes that frightened and thrilled her at the same time. She had always been quick to lose her heart, and she was determined not to do so with Tim, especially since their relationship was really only being played out online. What trust could she place in a man she only knew from an IM box and some blogs? What trust could he place in her?

She had been surprised to find that the cabin only had one bedroom, with a king- sized bed. True, there was a queen-sized sleeper in the living room, so she had decided to take the bedroom, sure that Tim wouldn’t mind using the sleeper. The cabin was fairly large, and situated on the lake so that they would have direct access to the boats as well as to the shoreline, should they wish to picnic. A pool was available for swimming, and she had seen, on the coffee table in the living room, a brochure that detailed the places to go, and things to do. She had discovered the hot tub when she went out to see the backyard. As she unpacked, she remembered again the conversation in which Tim had told her he liked to see a woman in nylons with a seam up the back, in stilettos, and garter belts, and corsets, as he had called them. He had spoken laughingly of stripping his lady of these vestments in front of a fire, and having some deliciously warm fun.

The thought of lying on a soft, plush rug in front a fireplace with Tim made Kat warm all over, and she struggled to rein in her imagination as she finished unpacking and went to begin dinner. This week might not pan out the way she was envisioning it. Tim really didn’t know her, still, nor she him, and a week might not be enough time to overcome the reticence of two adults who were afraid to make themselves vulnerable to another human being. They came from different worlds, and she always felt that difference, though not as much with him as with others. And there was that huge weight that she carried around her neck like Coleridge’s dead albatross. She walked into the kitchen and unpacked the groceries she had brought with her — giant chocolate chip cookies, milk, eggs, cheese, the fixings for Jamaican rum cake, as well as a bottle of wine, steaks, potatoes and salad fixings for today’s dinner.

She recalled how he had asked her to keep his spot warm for him till he got there, and she was sure a hot meal, and his favorite “nightcap” — a cookie and milk — would more than achieve that goal. The cake was almost done, and she stood up in time to see him walk into the kitchen. She had not heard him come into the house, and despite her innate reserve, a smile flooded her face as she found herself walking toward him.

“How was your trip?” she asked, putting the small island between them.

“Uneventful,” he answered. “They didn’t leave, or lose, my luggage!” He chuckled as he said that, and sat in one of the two chairs at the small kitchen table.

“I gave you the front “bedroom”,” she continued, chuckling. “Why don’t you go ahead and put your stuff away while I dish up dinner?’ She avoided his eyes as she spoke, busying herself taking the cake from the oven and checking the pan with the meat one more time. She could feel his eyes on her, and the warmth in her cheeks deepened.

“I will, in a minute,” he said, not taking his eyes off her face. “I enjoy being where I am right now, though,” he added, and winked at her.

“Why don’t you come sit here for a minute or two and let me look at you?” When she opened her mouth to protest, he added, “I really want to look at you, Kat!”

When she made no move to obey him, Tim walked over to where she stood by the stove and pulled her across the small space to the counter on the island.

“Why are you avoiding me? Hmmm?? We don’t have a lot of time, and I spent the whole flight thinking about how I’m going to make some of those fantasies we’ve talked about come true!” He paused, and turned her face up to his. “Like this one!” he ended, lowering his head for a real kiss.

Kat watched his tanned face as it descended, and when his lips touched hers, she closed her eyes. Tim teased her with his tongue, playing at the seam of her lips but not going further in. He walked his mouth across her cheek to her ear, and he kissed her gently there, and behind it, before proceeding down the column of her throat to her neck. He placed another gentle kiss there, slid back up to her mouth, and stole a quick, hard, tongue-teasing kiss, and then lifted his head.

“We’ve talked a lot this past year about what turns us on,” he said, his voice low. “I can now honestly say that YOU turn me on! I want to kick things up a notch! Right from the getgo!” He saw the puzzlement in her eyes, but knew that what he did next would clear up any confusion as to what he meant. He kissed her mouth again. Hard. She moaned, and he lost it. The kiss took on a life of its own, growing in intensity, in depth, in neediness. He tasted her lips — had she been eating chocolate? He pushed his tongue inside, and mated it with hers. God, she tasted good! He wrapped his arms around her, and felt her responding as much to the hug as the kiss. It turned him on even more…but now wasn’t the time.

Tim let her go slowly, and saw the dazed look in her eyes with some satisfaction. It cleared as she looked back at him. He knew she loved the sweet seduction of kissing — she’d told him so often enough. He’d keep it here, for now, give her time to relax, to trust him. Give himself time to find out if what he thought, what he felt, was true.

“Still beautiful!” he said again, making her blush. He smiled, and traced a slightly trembling finger over her high cheekbones and full lips. She backed away from him, and he let her go completely, and sat down again, watching her.

Whatever Kat had expected, it had not been the kiss he planted on her. She moaned when his mouth touched hers — she could not help herself. He deepened the kiss, taking her along with him to sensual new heights. She was trembling when he let her go, tense, and aware that it would only get worse as the evening wore on. What could she do? She didn’t want to give off mixed signals, and a part of her prayed that something real would happen this week.

“Thank you, Tim,” she answered, blushing furiously. She watched the slow, seductive smile spread across his face, and felt an answering warmth begin to swell inside her.

“You never blushed online, you know. I would never have guessed you were so shy!” He chuckled softly.

“Had to leave SOMEthing for this week. What fun would you have if you knew everything about me?” She chuckled too, the color receding from her brown cheeks. He made her feel comfortable, and she relaxed.

“How about dinner? You ready?”

“If it’s ready, I’ll have some. What are we having? Can I help?” Tim watched her walk back to the stove.

“We’re having meat and potatoes. Yes, you can help, but…” she held up a restraining hand when he went to get up, “no, you may not! I’ve got it. You can run clean-up!”

“I thought I was the English expert here!” he teased, as she removed two dishes from the oven.

“Just because I take pictures for a living doesn’t mean I don’t know English, you know. It WAS my undergraduate major.” Kat placed the hot dishes on twin hot pads on the counter. “I just love the way the pictures look in different lighting, and how the human face and form tell stories. Sort of the way your words do.” She took plates and glasses from the cabinet above the counter, and set them down on the table.

“Do you know where there’s a tablecloth, or place mats?” She turned away, not waiting for his answer and retrieved knives and forks from the drawer beneath the counter.

“Here, let me,” Tim offered, and took the utensils from her. Where their fingers touched, sparks fired. Kat’s eyes flew up to Tim’s, and they locked glances. The sparks heated up, and she let him take the items from her suddenly nerveless fingers and take her hands in his.

“Such soft hands!” he said, a note of wonder in his voice. He raised them to his lips, and let them linger on the palm of each one.

Kat inhaled, trying to steady her hands under his lips, and failing. She saw the knowing look in Tim’s eyes when he let her go, and she hurried to get the dishes from the counter to the table. Her hands were shaking so badly, she couldn’t hold them, though, and she took deep, steadying breaths, hoping to bring her racing pulse and rapid heartbeat under control. For some reason, her mind went back to their other meeting, over lunch. When they were through, and he had paid the check, they had walked outside together. It had been raining, and he held the umbrella for her, escorting her to her car.

He had hugged her, she remembered, a huge, hard, tight hug, the kind she loved, the kind he had greeted her with when they had met two hours earlier. And then, he had kissed her. On the lips. The shock of that circumstance had caught her long after the hard kiss was done. Because it had lasted all of five seconds. That’s right — five seconds. The significance of the salute had eluded her — the more she thought on it, the less sense it made. Why? What did it mean? He had already hugged her, and squeezed her tightly to his chest. After that, when she had thought he was letting go, he had held her arms, pulled her back to him, and planted one on her. No tongue — just warm lips pressed to warm lips. After that, he had loosed her completely, and waited for her to open her car and get in. Then he’d walked away.

It had seemed to her like a spur-of-the-moment thing. And yet it also smacked of premeditation, as though he had spent the previous two hours thinking about it, and wondering whether he should or he shouldn’t. Thinking of it now was making her ache — with longing for him, with longing for more. And the sweetness of that longing rode her hard.

“I’ll take those!” Tim’s voice behind her startled her. She had not heard him move. She turned, and he was right there, in her face almost, and the desire in his eyes was as plain to read as the opening pages of his latest book. She moved to the side, and let him take the dishes to the table. She followed him and sat across the table from him, watching him serve their plates. At the last minute, she remembered the salad, which she got from the fridge and placed with the rest of the food. Tim placed a healthy portion in her salad bowl and then dug into his own food with gusto. Kat watched him, remembering how he had enjoyed the two large chocolate chip cookies he had had with his coffee that afternoon.

“Getting full by osmosis?” he asked suddenly, making her blink.

“No, just …thinking,” she answered, and then she ate all the salad in her bowl.

“This is good cooking, lady!” Tim said, wiping his mouth on a paper napkin. “Spicy! I like spicy!” He drank deep from the water in his glass, and then looked quizzically at her.

“Thinking about what?”

Kat hesitated, avoiding his eyes. Everything felt suddenly very intimate, and she didn’t want to admit to thinking about him more than she should be. She heard his amused chuckle, and when he said,

“Cat got your tongue?”

Kat swallowed. “No…I just…it’s nothing. I wasn’t thinking about anything important.” She was forty-nine years old, Tim fifty-one, yet here she was, stuttering out a lie to hide her feelings. Surely her teenaged self would cringe at this display!

“I think you’re lying, lady,” Tim drawled. “And I think I know why, too.” He stood up suddenly and began to clear the table. “But I’m a patient man. I can wait.” He winked at her as he washed the few dishes they had used. Kat found a dishtowel and dried them, putting them away as she did. When the cleaning up was done, Tim gestured toward the little sitting area in the front of the cabin. He took the wine from the fridge, grabbed two glasses, and followed her.

“Go ahead, sit down,” he invited her. He sat next to her on the loveseat and poured her some wine. “Here you go,” he said, handing her a glass full of wine.

After pouring some for himself, he touched his glass to hers and said, “To discovery!” He sipped, then put the glass down on the coffee table.

“So tell me Kat, did you bring a bathing suit?”

He looked at her as he asked his question, and saw the answer in her eyes before she nodded and took another sip of the liquid in her glass.

“Good! We’ll go swimming tomorrow!”

“You forget, I don’t swim,” she replied, chuckling. “Maybe you can give me some lessons?” She arched an eyebrow at him, and smiled.

“I’d love to,” was his immediate response. “Ticklish much?” He wagged an eyebrow at her.

“Are you planning to tickle me, mister? Because I WILL laugh, and probably flop about!” She found herself laughing as she spoke, and Tim joined in merrily.

“Flopping about sounds like a lot of fun! Sounds tantalizing! Wonder what will get exposed?” He grinned broadly at the slow blush that began to creep up her cheeks. “I’m going to have a ball this week,” he added, winking at her, “if it takes so little to make you color up.” He paused, eyeing her flushed cheeks and full lips, and then continued, “You’re incredibly beautiful when your cheeks are pink!”

“Tim, you don’t have to…” Kat began, but he touched her lips with his index finger, and she stopped in mid-sentence.

“Yes, I do!” He spoke emphatically, as though he needed her to understand. “Yes! I do! I have to make it clear to you right from the start that this is no joke, that I am serious about getting to know you this week. Really well!”

Kat heard the subtle emphasis on the word “know”, and when she looked into his eyes, those blue, blue eyes, they were dark with desire, with passion, with something she was not willing to name.

“What else could you possibly want to know about me?” she asked instead. “Haven’t I bared my soul to you this past year? You know everything except my bra size and most sensitive spot.”

She stopped and took a long drink from her glass, hoping to distract him from her last statement, but Tim waited till she moved the glass to her lap before taking it from her and pulling her in to him. He sat back with his arm wrapped around her shoulders. Kat relaxed, though it took her a good minute to let go of the tension that sat in her shoulders.

“So, tell me now…or is that something else you want me to find out this week?” His voice was low, seductive, his breath warm on her ear. “I don’t mind playing detective. I don’t mind at all!” He kissed her cheek, and then her ear, before resting his lips on her hair.

“I haven’t felt this peaceful in a very long time,” he admitted against her ear. “My last real holiday was five years ago, and the last time I held a woman in my arms, like this, was even longer ago than that.” He squeezed her shoulder, and sighed. “Feels good, on both counts.” He tucked her into his side, pressing another tender kiss on her hair.

“You smell so good, sweetie! What are you wearing?” His voice caressed her, lulling her, soothing away her tension, even as his hand slowly slid over her shoulder, down her arm and back again, in a mesmerizing motion.

“Hmmm. Gotta think…I put it on this morning.” Kat furrowed her brow, and then smiled slightly. “Charlie, actually! It’s my one “cheapo” scent, but it’s so delicious! I love it!”

“Cheapo smells like hot sex on you, sweetheart! Must be your scent under Charlie that’s driving me nuts!” he whispered hotly in her ear, before turning her face round to his for the kiss he’d been wanting ever since he’d pulled her into his arms. He slanted his mouth over hers again and again, wanting her so much his hands shook with the struggle to restrain himself from ripping the clothes from her and ravaging her.

Tim had not felt such deep, earth-shattering lust in a very long time. It felt new to him, fresh, and almost completely beyond his ability or desire to control. He was eighteen again, and Kat was the one he most wanted to be his girl. And the couch was the back seat of his car, or the bank of the river on which their town stood. Or the tall four-poster bed in his house now. The one he went home to every night, and slept in, alone. He thought of this luscious woman in his bed, under him, her legs wrapped around him, the room filled with her cries of ecstasy and his groans of satisfaction. The image made him moan into her mouth, and slide his hand down her front to the round orbs of her breasts. Even under the thin material of her top, they made him hard. He pinched a nipple between his trembling fingers, and she moaned with pleasure.

He slid his mouth from hers, breathing hard, and whispered in her ear, “You okay with this, sweetie?” He moved his head away from her so he could see her face, and when she nodded, he pulled her back to him and hugged her. Kat could feel him trembling, and she reached up and traced the line of his jaw, stopping to caress his cheeks. That was his undoing.

“God, Kat, I want you so much! It’s kinda scary you know! You just make me want…” He stopped and looked deeply into her eyes. “You know what I want, don’t you, hon?”

He didn’t wait for her to answer him; he couldn’t. Her eyes begged him to come back to her warm mouth and take the treasure she offered him. He kissed her again, slowly, deeply, mating his tongue with hers in an erotic dance that left them both weak with longing for more, for the real dance of love.

“I hadn’t meant to move this fast,” he confessed, stroking her hair and looking into her eyes. “Maybe just some kisses tonight, and then I’d start weighing in with the big guns tomorrow. Give you a chance to get used to me a little more.” He caressed her face as he spoke, pausing to plant soft kisses on her cheeks. His breath was warm on her face as he continued. “But you get to me, Kat. So much…” He stopped again and touched her breast with a look of awe on his face. “May I?” He slid his hand down to the buttons on her blouse.

Kat smiled slowly. “Even if I wanted to say no, Tim, I want to feel your hands on me as much as you want to touch me.” She pressed her hand over his where it lay, and pushed gently against him. “I wasn’t going to let you get this far tonight, either, you know. Maybe some cuddling, nothing more.” She reached over to touch his bottom lip. “But you have a way of making me want to bare all.” She smiled shyly at him, and then whispered, “Yes, Tim. You may!”

Tim moved his arm from around her shoulders and began to unbutton her blouse, but he was shaking too hard, and Kat chuckled softly.

“Need some help?” she wondered aloud.

“You’d better, if you don’t want to lose some buttons!” he answered, chuckling with her.

They managed to unbutton her top together, giggling and kissing each other with feather touches of lips. When the blouse hung open over her ample breasts, Tim spread the two sides wide and looked at the black lacy bra she wore. Her breasts mounded slightly over the tops of the bra, and he leaned forward and pushed his face into the valley between them, inhaling deeply.

“God! I’m dying here, Kat!”

He peppered the tops of her breasts with wet nips and kisses, and then, loosening the clasp at the back, pulled the cups down and away from them impatiently, honing in on the by-now-erect nipples. He sucked one into his mouth, all the while worrying the other with his fingers. He rolled it between forefinger and thumb, pinched it, and then transferred his mouth to it, to soothe the ache, and attended to the other now-wet nipple with his fingers. Kat groaned deeply as he made love to her breasts, feeling the tide of passion rise inside her, and rise, brimming to a climax.

“Tim!” she cried out, shaking uncontrollably. He raised his head, looked deep into her darkened brown eyes, and plunged into her mouth, kissing her wildly, wanting her to cum, wanting her to wait, wanting her. He rolled over her on the loveseat, pinning her under him, and pressed his erection into her.

“Feel me, baby? Feel what you do to me?” He kissed her again, and Kat opened her legs and let his body settle there, the hard line of his arousal pressed into the apex of her need. The thin linen of her slacks made her feel him everywhere, and she felt a gush of desire wet her crotch as she pressed herself against him.

“You make me feel eighteen again!” he said, sliding down her body, settling his mouth against the place where her wet heat called to him. He reached up and undid the zipper of her slacks. Kat pushed it down and Tim saw a black thong. He groaned, and slid it aside, pushing his tongue into the slit and making her cry out again. He teased her clit with his tongue, and blew gently on her, making her groan.

“Tim!” she called his name again. “Please!”

Tim could not wait another second. He heaved himself off her long enough to remove her slacks and thong, and then he loomed over her, watching the emotions scroll across her face as he removed his clothing, throwing them anywhere. Then, before he plunged his hard cock inside her waiting center, he rasped,

“Condom? I can’t get to mine right now!”

Kat raised her hips, as though to answer his question, opening her legs to give him full access, and Tim felt himself sink to the hilt inside her. Ahhhhh! His heart raced, and he could hear his blood roaring in his ears.

“Oh, fuck!” he exclaimed harshly, and thrust inside her, hard, rhythmic movements, pumping into her uncontrollably. He barely heard Kat’s cries as he slammed into her, feeling his climax gathering force. He increased the speed of his thrusts, unable to help himself, unable to enjoy the sound of Kat coming under him in a tumult of tremors and groans, caught in the grip of a passion he had not experienced since he was a younger man. When the wave hit him, he stiffened, almost in pain, and let his seed surge into her wet heat.

“Unh!” he grunted, when at last the tide ebbed, and he was spent.

Kat heard the ragged breathing all around her, and knew they were both in the same condition — sated, and exhausted. She smiled, a secret, satisfied smile. This may not have been her plan, and tomorrow she might find herself full of regrets, but right now she would give anything to feel Tim inside her again, fucking her senseless, making her feel her need, taste it, and know the inexorable drive to have it met again and again. Only this time, the need was directed at one man, and he was just then rolling off her and pulling her up to his chest so they could cuddle. His arms were strong around her, his heartbeat steady, his breathing finally slow. Kat draped her arm over his, where it lay across her belly, under her breasts.

“Kat,” Tim said, his voice echoing in her ears, “that was incredible! Thanks, baby!” He caressed the underside of her breast, and kissed her cheek. “Shower?”

“If you’ll shower with me,” Kat replied, turning in his arms and looking shyly at him.

“There’ll be no other way this week,” he said, smiling at her. “Not after this!” He bent and kissed her lips tenderly. “Never after this, baby!” He kissed her again, and then stirred. “Come on, lazybones, get up!” He hauled her up with him, letting her body slide down his, loving the feel of her breasts against his chest. “So sexy!” he exclaimed, and smoothed his hands over her bottom.

Kat felt suddenly shy again, and hung her head, pulling on his arms. Tim laughed, and let her go.

“You can run, lady, but you can’t hide!” he said teasingly, and walked with her into the bathroom. He set the water temperature while she fetched bath towels, and then he pulled her into the shower with him.

“Come here,” he invited her, his voice hoarse.

Kat stood before him, wanting to cover herself, and fighting the urge. His eyes were devouring her, and she felt herself growing warm under his needy gaze.

“Tim, it’s cold!” The temperature had dropped as the sun set, and Kat shivered.

“It may be. But I’m hot, lady! Real hot!” His smile as he pulled her under the spray was warm and seductive, and his hands caressed her everywhere as he got her totally wet.

“Baby, let’s make this slow, okay?”

His low-voiced suggestion tickled along her spine, and Kat leaned against him, luxuriating in the feel of his big hands on her. She moaned when he slid his fingers over her breasts, down her belly, and between the lips of her sex. She leaned harder, opening herself to him, letting him bear her weight as she opened her legs wide. She felt his response in the groan at her ear and the hard press of his erection against her bottom.

“Kat, baby! Turn around!”

Tim didn’t wait for her to obey but spun her around and pressed himself against her from shoulders to knees. He pressed his mouth on her throat, which she had arched in seductive abandon.

“Sweetheart, you’re so damn irresistible!”

Kat could not stop the trembling of her limbs any more than she could stop the beating of her heart. She wanted this man with a depth of passion and need that shook her, even as her orgasm pulsed through her from his fondling.

“Tim! Oh God!” she cried out in ecstasy. “Hold me!”

“Always, baby, always!” he promised, hugging her to his chest. He fondled her till the last throes of her orgasm pulsed through her, and then he just held her, till her tremors subsided. He felt the power he had to give her what she wanted rise inside him, and grow. He wanted her again, too, as though that first explosive joining had been insufficient to quench his thirst for her body, her heart, her soul.

“I want you again, baby,” he whispered hotly in her ear. “So bad I’m having a hard time concentrating on anything else. But I don’t want to wear you out.” He chuckled suddenly, recognizing the energized feeling in his limbs that had him thinking he could make love to her forever. “Let’s shower, and go to bed, okay?”

Her answering moan was his undoing.

He breathed deeply in her ear, letting her feel the press of his hard cock between her cheeks when he turned her around again. He moaned into her ear, and she turned in his arms, raising her legs and letting him slide his sex along the lips of hers, teasing them both with desire. They pushed each other closer to the edge, and when Tim could bear it no longer, her turned her around and plunged into her from behind. She felt him all the way inside her, deep, pulsing…and when he began to move she almost died of pleasure.

“Oh! God, Tim, you feel so good!” she moaned, and pushed back against him, needing to maximize the feeling of connection, the electrical charge, the fire that raged between them. “Don’t stop, babe,” she begged him. “Don’t ever stop!”

Tim was fired up by her words, and he pumped into her, hard and fast, loving the way her walls tightened around him, the way the spasms flicked at him, touching off sparks that he knew would flame on soon. He groaned into her ear, wishing he knew how to tell her what she did to him, how she made him feel complete, even as she set him on fire. He wanted to devour her where she stood, to intensify the sheer quality of the ecstasy that heated his blood, and that now was gathering with incredible force and sweetness in the base of his spine. He felt himself explode inside her as she cried out his name, and he was surprised to find he could not stop himself until he was totally drained. He felt himself pulsing inside her, and as she came, the spasms of her contracting muscles milked his cock, extending his pleasure immeasurably. He almost collapsed against the shower wall, pulling her back against him, out of breath and more sated than he had ever been in his life.

Neither Tim nor Kat knew quite what to say after that last explosive orgasm. Each felt the awkwardness of new lovers, and the pull of intimacy of old lovers. Tim knew the next move was his. He turned Kat in his arms and tenderly touched his lips to her forehead, her cheeks, her eyes, the tip of her nose, her mouth. He did not seek to leave a deep caress or invitation, but rather a tender promise of sweet love. He felt more connected to her in that moment, and more protective of her, as he washed her body, caressing her with hands that trembled slightly from the strength of his feelings.

Kat knew then that she had to tell him. She knew how he was feeling, because she was feeling it too. The ache of wanting him was never-ending, now that he had stoked the fire of her desires, and the love she finally admitted she felt for this man threatened to overwhelm her. She let him wash her body, but when she would have returned the favor, he shook his head.

“No baby, not this time! I want you to get some rest. It’s been a long day for both of us and I haven’t been too gallant so far this evening. We have all week, sweetie. I promise you, we’ll savor this. See you in a few. I’ll come to say goodnight…” he let his voice trail off, and Kat knew what he wondered, although he said nothing.

“I’ll tell him tonight,” she promised herself, as she slipped the silky pajama top over her head, and stepped into the bottoms. The material soothed her heated flesh, and excited her at the same time. She turned back the plain white sheets and slid under them, pulling the flowery yellow comforter over her. The night had grown very cold, and Kat was grateful for the cocoon of warmth that the covers provided. She could hear Tim moving about in the little living room, setting up the sofa bed, turning the volume on the television down, going to the kitchen and returning, going into the bathroom. She lay there, wishing he would hurry up and come to her, feeling the thrill of his lovemaking still tingling in her flesh.

He seemed to have fallen asleep, because she heard no sound, although she strained to hear him. Disappointment tugged at her consciousness, dragging her down under the covers, and the questions came flooding in unbidden. What if she had been precipitate? What if this had been a test, and she had failed? What if he realized they had made a mistake, and he was just trying to find a gentle way to let her down? She began to shiver under the covers, and tried to wrap them more securely around her. But it was not cold that made her shiver, she finally realized — it was fear. She had been a fool, and given herself to a man without thinking it through, and now she would bitterly regret her impulsiveness.

“Cold, sweetheart?” Tim’s voice broke the painful silence that had grown around her and she started like a frisky colt. He chuckled, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Sorry, love. I didn’t mean to startle you!”

Kat had to clear her throat before she could speak. “It’s okay.” She paused, and swallowed. “I thought you had fallen asleep.” She shut her mouth, before she gave away her thoughts.

“I said I would come in to say goodnight. Here I am!” Tim watched her face as he stopped speaking, and wished he could read the odd expression on it. He leaned in for a kiss, and when his mouth touched hers, they both moaned.

Tim’s skin caught fire from the touch of her mouth on his, and when she reached up and encircled his neck, pulling him down to deepen it, he sank down beside her and devoured her mouth. He lay on top of the covers, she underneath, the barrier of cloth a tantalizing addition to the erotic kiss. Tim could feel himself hardening, and he fought against it. He wanted to slow down, to give her time to get to know him. This flash fire of lust between them was clouding his mind, and probably hers, and he wanted to make sure, when this interlude was over, that they both knew what they really felt for each other, what they were getting themselves into.

He pulled away from her with a supreme effort of will. “If we don’t stop here, I can’t be responsible for what happens next.” His voice was hoarse, his hands shook, and he stood up abruptly.

“Good night, Kat! Sweet dreams!”

He stared into her flushed face, and turned sharply away. Once at the door, he turned back and looked at her with all the longing he felt for her in his eyes.

“See you in the morning, sweetheart!”

Closing the door quietly behind him, he walked back into the living room and sat heavily on the bed. His heart pumped blood loudly in his ears, and he almost wished he still smoked. He needed to do something to calm the jitters, to stall the rampant lust that shook him. But he was tired, as it had been a long day of traveling for him. And no doubt so was Kat, he reminded himself as he stretched out on top of the blanket on the bed in the living room. He lay face up, his hands behind his head, staring vacantly at the ceiling, trying to forget that the woman he was hard for was down the short hall, in a real bed, trying to ignore how desperately he ached for her. He shifted uncomfortably on the bed, and tossed for several minutes, trying to get comfortable to fall asleep. But his mind was too alive, his consciousness too alert for him to even feel drowsy. He marveled that his body could feel so exhausted and yet be unable to let go.

He sat up, finally, feeling hot despite the chill that the heat did not completely dispel. There was a movie on television, and he went to the kitchen to get one of the cookies Kat had so thoughtfully provided, and a tall glass of milk. He went back to sit on the floor in front of the television. It was a spy flick, and he figured by the time it ended he would be sufficiently relaxed to go back to bed. The cookie disappeared, and he went for a second, to finish the milk, he told himself with a chuckle. The movie seemed to go on interminably, with the requisite escapes from impossibly dangerous situations. Long before it ended, Tim had fallen asleep, slumped against the couch.

He awoke with a start, shivering. Struggling to his feet, he made a mandatory visit to the bathroom, going quietly so as not to wake Kat. Thinking of her as he relieved himself, he wondered if she was still asleep, or if she had lain awake like him, burning for something she knew she ought best not to want so desperately. He washed his hands, hoping the sound of flushing and running water would not disturb her. As he walked by her room, he fought an overwhelming urge to open the door and slip in beside her under the sheets. He couldn’t resist the urge to look at her, though, and he slid the door softly open, and walked over to watch her sleep. The covers hid her face almost completely, but he saw that she slept with her mouth slightly open, and heard the soft snores that whiffled through on every other breath. She stirred, and he retreated hastily. It would never do for her to wake and find him hovering over her like some dark angel. He closed the door softly behind him and wandered back to his solitary couch bed, which had not been slept in.

When the first rays of day began to creep over the horizon, Tim sat up. He had not slept, but had lain there warring with his lust, telling himself all the reasons why going back to Kat, lying in the wide bed, was the absolutely wrong thing to do. They’d only been together a few hours. They didn’t really know much outside of all they discussed in those online conversations, and over the last few months, in those telephone ones. She was divorced, and the fault had not all been her ex-husband’s. She had told him everything, and he knew she was capable of hurting him as deeply as she had hurt the man she had once claimed to love. None of the reasons he trotted out to stand before him in their stark rationality stopped him from shaking with the need to hold her close to his heart, to inhale her fragrance, to taste her sweetness again and again. He dragged himself off the bed, and searched in the pocket of his shirt for the packet of gum he always kept handy for just such a moment as this.

The minty flavor burst into his mouth, tingling on his tongue, and suddenly it was more than he could bear. He stood up abruptly, stumbling and almost falling over the suitcase he had left open by the bed. He let fly an ugly expletive, frustrated desire thrumming in his veins. He moved the offending leather case, and walked purposefully down the short hall to the bedroom, discarding the gum on the way. His hand was at the door, about to grasp the handle and open it, when it opened and Kat stood in the shadowy gloom of early morning, rumpled, her long legs encased in silky pink pajamas, the top half unbuttoned, the buttery flesh of a luscious breast peeking through the opening. Her eyes flew to his face, and he hauled her against his chest, his hands bands of steel around her arms.

“Bathroom break?” he asked, his voice rough.

She nodded, apparently unable to find her voice. She felt the trembling he could not hide in the hands that held her close to his heart. She stirred against his chest, and he let her go, watching her step across the hall to the bathroom. He stayed where she had left him, until he heard a flush and water running. When Kat opened the bathroom door, he took her hand and pulled her into the bedroom behind him, closing the door behind them and pushing her up against it.

“If I don’t kiss you again, now, I’m going to explode!”

He didn’t wait for her to respond one way or another. He planted his hands on either side of her head on the door, and lowered his own, pinning her with his mouth, pushing his tongue inside, reaching for hers, taking it, owning it. Her groan of surrender thrummed on his tongue, and set him alight. He could feel the fireworks of his lust exploding behind his closed eyelids, and he opened them, to stem the tide of feeling.

“Kat!” He lowered his hands to her face, kissing her again, and then he said, “I know I said we should wait, baby…” another kiss punctuating his words, “but I didn’t sleep much last night for wanting you! I woke up and you were in here, and I was out there. It killed me.” Another wet kiss, trailing his lips down the column of her throat, across her collarbone, to the other side, where he nipped her lovingly on an earlobe. “I want you here and now, Kat, and for as long as you’ll let me have you.” One more hot kiss, and then he slid his hands down to her waist. “Please?”

Tim’s final plea was Kat’s utter undoing. She had withstood as best she could, the assault on her senses of his mouth on her needy flesh, but his final plea, asking her permission to make love to her here and now, pinned against the bedroom door as she was, made her feel like the most desirable woman in the world. She nodded, and raised languid arms to pull his head down so she could kiss him as he had kissed her only moments before. She felt his cock harden against her, and the thrill of her power surged through her. He was powerless to resist her, as she was him.

“Tim,” she whispered, her voice so low he could barely hear her, “I thought you might not want me anymore, and it hurt to think that.”

He pushed his hips against her by way of answer, and kissed her hard on the mouth.

“Still think that?” he rasped, pulling her off the wall and watching her eyes widen with desire. “Come here!” He pulled her with him to the bed, and sat with her on the edge. “Kiss me again, babe, so I can be sure this is what you want, too!”

He watched her turn to him fully and lick her lips before planting them on his.

Kat licked the soft cushion of his lips, slowly, savoring them like candy. She wanted Tim so badly that she could taste her desire on her tongue. She opened her mouth, and watched him lower his head and suck her tongue inside. Oh God, she was dying!

She pulled away from him suddenly, startling him, and stood up, backing away far enough so Tim could see all of her. And then, swaying to the rhythm of desire in her heart, she began a strip tease, seducing him with the slow undoing of the remaining buttons of her top, the sexy slither of the garment off her shoulders, the twirl that tossed it across the room to land at his feet. She seduced his eyes with her hands that slid down her thighs as she pushed the silky bottoms down her long legs, making him stare as she kicked off first one leg, then the other. The sultry swaying forward to retrieve the pants, and the sidle forward to drape them over his shoulders, bringing her full, lush breasts directly before his hungry mouth, made him groan, but when he would have touched her, she backed away sharply, those luscious orbs swaying sensually just out of his reach.

She seduced his loins with the slide of her palms over her heated flesh, across her turgid nipples down her rounded belly to the thong that covered the mound that housed her desire. She pressed a finger between those aching lips through the lacy garment, and moaned, watching Tim’s face as she teased her aching flesh. Tim licked his lips, and Kat smiled, a knowing smile, and slid her hands over her hips and across her thighs, turning so he could watch as she caressed her bottom, and so that he could salivate when she snapped the string that settled in the space between her cheeks. She held it away from her, then slowly bent forward, so that Tim could see the heavy mound of her sex peep out at him. And then she straightened slowly and turned again. And Tim was right in front of her, the look in his eyes telling her she had pushed him well past the point of no return.

She gasped when he grabbed her wrists and walked backwards with her, to collapse onto the bed, pulling her down on top of him. His mouth sought hers wildly, his hands searching out the tender spots of flesh that he could reach to cast his spell. Kat ground herself against the hardness that was the center of his need, and felt him push back in response. The rough hairs on his chest inflamed her, and when he pushed a finger into the slit at her bottom, she moaned and squirmed with need.

“Tim!” she begged him, but he would not relent, choosing that moment to roll her over and pin her to the bed, sending his questing fingers down to the core of her desire, and, finding her wet and ready for him, reached further and plunged a finger in as far as it would go, and stroking her g-spot on the way out.

Kat cried out with the pleasure he was giving her, and Tim kissed her again, loving her with one, then two fingers, urgent, demanding, until Kat could no more hold off the swell of her orgasm then the tide can resist the pull of the moon. She arched her back under him, and cried out, and Tim swallowed her ecstatic cries in his kisses. He kissed her over and over again, slanting his mouth across her, sliding it down her arched throat, across her swelling breasts, down her belly to the place where heaven lived for the two of them. His cock ached to stroke into her, and he raised his head to look at her. Her face was flushed with feeling, her breathing just getting back to normal, her arms thrown above her head in absolute surrender.

Tim surged up, pressing a knee between her legs and spreading them wide. Kat opened for him, letting him into her body as he pushed inside, stroking into her slowly at first, and then, as she gave him back thrust for thrust, faster and harder. They groaned together, as Tim loved her, and when he pulled out of her to roll her to her side, she cried out a protest, until he pushed back inside. Then she sighed, and pushed back against his hard cock, loving the way he stroked in and out of her. When he moved a hand over her hip and slid his finger between the lips of her sex to fondle her clit, Kat could hold out no longer, and crashed again, her orgasm so powerful it brought Tim along with her. She contracted around him hard, and he thrust into her uncontrollably, harder and faster, gripping her hip in his hard hand, and helping her to pump his hard rod, grunting when his climax hit him, and trembling uncontrollably behind her.

“I needed you so much, baby!” he whispered, his voice a rough ghost of itself. He hugged her to his heart, which she could feel thudding madly in his chest. Kat felt his hand on her breasts, first one, then the other, fondling the rapidly hardening nipples. She had not felt this peaceful in years, and the fear that had kept her half awake most of the night dissipated, like mist in sunshine. She turned in his embrace, so that she could look him in the eye.

“What are we gonna do about this?” she demanded to know.

“About what?” Tim asked, obviously amused.

“The fact that we can’t seem keep our hands to ourselves doesn’t bode well for future attempts at abstinence, love!” she said, equally amused.

“Is that something you’re interested in pursuing?” he wondered aloud. He trailed his fingers languidly over her body, as far as they would go,, and teased her hot flesh with his hands. “Because I have to tell you, I’m more interested in pursuing you here,” he touched her mouth, “and here,” he touched her mound, “and here!” He slid his finger between the lips of her sex, and watched her face change.

Kat groaned as she felt his touch on her secret spot. Tim was sucking on her, licking her cum juices off her sweet tangle of hair. He had grown impossibly hard again, and considering the state of his arousal, he wasn’t sure exactly how much playing he could handle without exploding. When she moved his hand away, and rolled over to get a firm grip on his erection, he groaned, a sound of pain and pleasure so profound it tore at Kat’s insides, and made her gush. She pushed him, pumping his cock slow, then fast, circling and working him with her quick hands and nimble fingers, watching him tighten, watching his cheeks grow warm with color. When he put out a hand to stop her, she shook her head, needing to feel him in her mouth, to give him the pleasure he had given her more than once already. She lowered her head, and took him in. as far as she could.

Tim gripped the sheets in his fists, holding himself, tightening his grip on his fast fading control. God, she was driving him mad! He closed his eyes, and felt her tongue lave the head of his aching cock, and knew pre-cum was oozing out, beyond his power to stop it. No! He wanted inside her again…now! She licked the head again, swirling the hard point of her tongue under the hood, and then sucking him in all the way. Tim felt the rush of fire in the base of his spine, and he cried out, fists impossibly tight on the crumpled sheets, finally unable to hold on to the flood. He shot cum into her mouth, and when she let him go, and pumped him one last time, he shot again and again, up his belly to his chin. Semen was everywhere — on his chest, on his belly, on her lips, her cheeks, and Tim was powerless to do more than let it explode from him until at last, he was spent. He felt as though she had wrung him dry, and there was no more left in him. He opened his eyes, and Kat was staring at him as though she were seeing him for the first time.

“What, babe?” He reached for her, and she let him pull her up to his mouth, where he took a kiss and tasted himself on her tongue. “What else do you want from me? I hate to tell you, but I think you took it all, for now!” He smiled at her, knowing his love for her was shining in his eyes and not giving a damn.

“Nothing!” she answered. “I just can’t believe sometimes how lucky I am.”

Tim hugged her to him, wishing he could keep her like this forever. Work, family, everything faded to dullness when Kat was around. He heard the music of her laughter, of her faintly accented tones, above the noise of his mundane life. He felt the pulsing of her life in his groin, in his heart, in his soul, above the heat and cold of the world.

“Shower time again, I think,” she said, drawing a teasing finger through his chest hairs, where the semen had settled. “You’re so messy!”

She giggled when he swatted her butt.

“And whose fault is that?” he wondered, drawing her face to his again and stealing another hard kiss.

She turned and opened her mouth for him, letting him own her there as well.

“Mmmmmmm!” Her soft moans stirred him and he drew her up with him. “Let’s take a quick shower. We need to get some sleep before we head out later.”

Later. He had made plans for a boat ride, and some shopping — she had said she wanted to get souvenirs, and he wanted to get all that out of the way early, so that most of the time he could spend with her, doing whatever would make them happy. Like making love with her made him happy… He smiled, a satisfied smile, content for the first time in years. He looked down at the woman who was drowsing in his arms, and felt the same kind of serenity he used to feel when he was a small boy at Christmas, and his mother used to steal into his room to check on him and make sure he was asleep before tiptoeing out again to put the presents under the tree. The feeling he always had, that all was right with his world, that nothing would ever break the bond of love, that he belonged right where he was, in his little house on the river. That feeling of connectedness — to life, to love, to safety, to peace — was what he’d been searching for for as long as he could remember, what he’d spent money and time trying to find, I all the places he’d visited, all the women he’d considered. And then he’d met Kat and after that first online conversation, he was hooked. And here she was, still reeling him in. He smiled again, and heaved a happy sigh.

Life was good…and getting better all the time! He looked at Kat again, and brushed his mouth over her cheekbone. She stirred and looked back at him. Maybe one last taste of her sweetness… He bent his head.

When she murmured “I love you, Tim!” in that languorous, sultry, late-night radio voice, with the look of love in her eyes, his heart swelled inside him, and the kiss got hard. Their shower was going to be delayed…

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