Thursday, October 31, 2019

Poplar Mountain Part 44 by Dellani Oakes


After following the men, Dollie doesn't want to be alone while she bathes, so she and Luke take turns in the shower.

"Why did he come here?" she asked.
"Dunno. Maybe he was just looking around. We don't even know if it was the one we're after."
"It was. I could feel it. He had such hatred in him. Do you think he'd have killed us?"
"I don't know."
He almost wished she'd stop talking. He'd be okay if he could pretend she wasn't there. If she kept talking, he was gonna get all excited. It was already too late. He'd been excited for days. Now, he was becoming aware of it, thus making it worse. He bathed fast so he wouldn't be tempted to touch himself. There'd be no covering that up and no way of explaining to Dollie. That thought alone gave him the control he needed.
Drying off in the shower, he knew he couldn't dress in there, he'd get his clothing wet. He put on his clean boxers, but had to get out to do the rest.
"Turn around, Dollie. You ought not to see me."
"Are you naked?" She sounded shocked and intrigued.
"Not entirely." He chuckled. "But it's more than you ought to see."
"Okay."
He heard her move. Peeping out, he saw her back turned. Stepping onto the floor, he grabbed his pants, pulling them up quickly as Dollie suddenly turned around. Pants up but not zipped, he felt vulnerable and slightly foolish. She wasn't looking at that, she was staring at his chest and abdomen like it was the most amazing sight she'd ever beheld.
Lucius was a strong, lean man whose muscles were sculpted by hard work. His body was bronzed by being out in the sun without a shirt. The golden hairs on his chest and abdomen glittered in the dim light of the bathroom.
"You look like the statue of Adonis," she whispered, finally drawing a shuddering breath. Taking a step toward him, she touched him as if to see he was real. "You're beautiful!"
"No, Dollie, you are."
Her fingers ran down his chest to his abdomen, lingering seductively in the curls above his belt. The hair was soft, springy, as if it were alive. And that astounding curiosity in his pants grew with each stroke of her fingers. Dollie couldn't take her eyes off his groin. Much as she knew she should look away, it fascinated her. The fact that it was her touch that made it swell delighted her. She had control, she ruled. A part of her knew she was treading in dangerous territory and soon she wouldn't be able to control him or the situation. Part of her wanted him to lose control. She wanted to lose control herself.
"Dollie, I...."
Her hand dropped once more, brushing his fly. Luke pulled her to him, gently, but determinedly. His hold was unyielding, though he didn't hurt her. His lips were like fire and for a moment, she thought he had a fever. She realized the heat was generated by their desire. Luke carried Dollie to the bedroom. Tossing the bedding back, he set her on it. Undoing, his pants, he dropped them on the floor. Her robe went next.
"I been a patient man, Dorothea, but damn if I can wait another second to make you mine."
Dollie held out her hands to him, welcoming him. Taking her invitation to heart, he joined her on the bed. He approached her like he might a frightened animal, not wanting to scare her off. He needn't have worried. Dollie returned his kisses in kind, passion building inside them both.
Lucius lifted the edge of her gown and she didn't protest. She didn't squirm away or fight him off when his hands crept higher, resting at her waist. Dollie moved her legs so his hand could drift between them. His fingers slid along her thigh and he realized she wasn't wearing any panties under her gown. She was hot and wet, waiting for him. He stroked her gently, teasing at the soft hair at the juncture of her thighs.
Dollie sighed contentedly, gasping as his hand moved closer to its destination. She opened her legs a little more, biting her lip as his fingers dipped deeper still. Her mouth sought his as her hands explored his magnificent form.
Suddenly, Lucius stopped. His mouth hovered over her breasts, his finger tips nearly inside her. He sat up, jerking back as if he'd been shocked.
Dollie squeaked, startled by this sudden movement. She tried to hold him, but he sprang up from the bed.
"What are we doing?" he asked her.
"I think we were about to make love," Dollie said, her voice a hoarse whisper.
"What's wrong with me?" Luke gasped. "I can't do this. Not like this. Not when it's sordid and dirty—not when it's lust." He turned away, pulling on his pants and doing up his belt.
"It's not sordid or dirty, Luke. Not when you're in love."
"You don't understand, Dorothea. It's not like that. You could be anyone and it wouldn't matter if I loved you or not. The way I feel—what I wanted to do—I won't treat you like that." He turned to face her. "You're too precious to treat like a common woman, and that's what I'd be doing if I did this tonight."
© 2019 Dellani Oakes

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