Once
in awhile, a scene can qualify for more than one post—this is one
such scene. Reva Kelly is an up and coming wedding planner who has
one of the worst days of her life. Falling flat on her face isn't
enough, she has to fall and break her ankle running in the rain on
her lunch break. Enter the handsome and charming Dr. Hal Perrine.
He's got everything going for him, suave, intelligent, great
teeth—and he's not her doctor.
Hal
joined me in the shower. Of course, since we were naked, he took full
advantage. It was a very relaxing and fulfilling shower. I felt
better afterward, as I'm sure he did. Once we were clean and dry, I
went through his closet. Hal stood behind me, both of us naked,
fondling me as I went through his clothing.
"Wear
this," I said, holding up the clothing I'd chosen.
With
difficulty, because he stood behind me with his erection pressing
against my ass, I set the clothing on the bed. He had the perfect
clothing—tan chinos and a sage green polo style shirt with the
famous Tillerman Department Store Mallard on the left breast.
"Let's
go back to bed a little while longer," he begged, kissing and
nibbling me as I tried to get dressed.
"Focus
for me, Hal. Is that short for Henry?"
He
stopped his groping, startled by my question. I repeated it.
"No."
He grinned. "Funny, not the question I was expecting. It's short
for Halden. Mom opted for the same ending instead of the same
beginning. So Caden and Halden."
"Which
of you is older?"
"Caden
by ten minutes. Why?"
"Curious,
that's all. It's the kind of thing a fiancée should know, don't you
think?"
"Yeah,
I suppose. I guess knowledge of my erogenous zones wouldn't exactly
impress my mother."
I
giggled, putting my hair up in a ponytail. "Not so much, no. Got
a favorite color?"
"Blue—just
like your sweater in Uncle Jake's picture. How about yours?"
"Guess."
I tossed things into my overnight bag.
"Orange."
He fingered my hair.
"Good
choice. But no." I moved to the bathroom, picking up my shampoo
and makeup.
"Red?"
"Closer."
"Yellow."
"Amazingly,
by the slow process of elimination, you aren't anywhere
close."
"Throw
a guy a bone, huh?"
"Pink.
Only not baby pink, dusky, rosy pinks."
"Ooh,
like your...." He fondled between my legs.
I
scooted away, grabbing the last of my things. "I wouldn't know.
I don't look at that part of myself terribly often."
"You
should." He continued his erotic journey, amping it up as I
tried to move away from him. "It's beautiful, soft, silky,
delicious...."
My
body betrayed me by going soft, silky and moist inside. But I had a
dinner to prepare for. I couldn't stop for another round of the most
glorious sex I'd ever had in my life. Could I?
"Oh,
hell," I groaned as his hands and mouth possessed me. "How
do you do that?"
"Do
what?" Hal mumbled, nipping the top of my shoulder as his hands
roamed around, undoing my clothing.
"Make
me want you," I groaned. "Oh, God!"
He
chuckled, kicking it up another notch.
"I
need to go get ready for dinner."
"Mm
hm...."
"We
need to go to my—apartment...."
"Mmm...."
"Oh,
God!" He did something I can't even describe, making me go limp
with desire.
I
didn't want to, we needed to go, but he managed to distract me from
my goal, presenting a much more entertaining alternative to hours of
preparation.
"I'm
gonna be a wreck," I moaned as his hands slid down my pants.
"You're
absolutely beautiful," he whispered as he entered me. "Luscious
and pink...."
"You
bastard!" I pummeled his back with my fists as he moved
sinuously against me. "Why do I love you so much? Why do I want
you?"
"Pheromones,"
he mumbled against my breast. He embarked on a clinical description
of how humans attracted one another, but I didn't care.
"Shut
up and do me," I demanded. "Fast! Deep!"
He
obliged on all counts. I have to admit, it was a great diversion, but
I was now going to have to rush to get ready for dinner.
©
2016 Dellani Oakes
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