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Determined to never make the mistakes of the past, Elena, only wants to help people, which is why she works in the medical field. Yet, her world starts to collide as she meets a man from the past the same time she realizes the patients are mysteriously dying. Soon, her strange pregnancy, her past and her present are all consuming and her life maybe in jeopardy.
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Author’s Note: the on goings of my personal life are weirdly not what’s going on in my books.
From my previous post about the new beau, here is the continuing saga.
He’s a workaholic. He works over time a lot and since I too am a workaholic I’m not pressing him about it. The time has given me time to be acclimated with “talking” to someone.
We haven’t gone on our second date and the suspense is killing me because he said he wouldn’t give his first name until our second date, so I’m stuck with a nickname and last name.
Now I could be shady and call a couple of my police officer friends and get his name through his badge numbers, but I’m trying to get good at this dating and not use my “secret investigative powers.”
We’ve kept in touch through talking on the phone and text messages.
And before I went out of town, he was supposed to stop by before I left for my plane to give me a hug. He overslept and missed me before I had to leave. But on the night I returned, he came over and gave me the biggest hug ever.
That’s when I realized two things. 1) He is six three, nice and brawny. 2) He has this nice thick lips.
how to I know number two from just looking because he kissed me.
That’s was a fun one!
Last night we met up at Hart Plaza after a friend of mine concert and I’ll tell you about that in the next installment.
I know you didn’t come here to read about lil’ole me. You came to read what’s going on with Elena.
Briefly she remembered him getting off the bed after their sexual bliss. A few seconds later he returned and pressed a warm cloth on her nipples, neck and then between her legs. Playfully, he kissed her stomach and then her lips.
“You are a fascinating woman, Elena Holland,” he whispered in her ear.
“You aren’t so bad yourself, Mr. Pholsom Todd,” she teased back adjusting the pillow under her head.
“Can you stay a little longer?” he questioned. “I would like to rest with you.”
She didn’t have to be at work until the afternoon, so she was fine with his request, plus if there was a chance he could refresh before she had to go to work in the evening, that would be so good for her. In her mind, she was calling herself a wanton slut, but her body didn’t care. He made her feel so good. “Yes, sir.”
“Would you like some water?” he offered.
“Yes.” Her mind was fading as exhaustion crept over her and if he had brought the water back, she had gone to sleep before he returned. The bed was so comfortable and the pillows were like clouds, her body couldn’t resist succumbing to the soothing darkness.
When her eyes opened again, she saw the glistening glass of water by the table and the time next to the bed said eleven a.m. Stretching like a lazy cat, she reached over and took the glass of water to drink the entire contents as she also felt there was no one in the bed with her.
Taking a body check, Elena thought about the experience she had just shared with Pholsom.
It was different.
Reaching down, she pressed her finger into her body and gasped – excessive wetness? Was this her arousal?
Did he? No! He had used a condom when they were in the parking lot, but had he used a condom the second time in the bedroom?
Bringing her fingers to her nose, she inhaled, but there was no scent. She needed to get some more light to make sure.
Sitting up abruptly thinking she was alone, she saw the room was still dark except a sliver of light coming from the door she had been carried in and then she noticed his tall muscular figure was fully dressed and just standing there. He was leaning against the doorway looking in her direction with his arms crossed over his chest.
“You’re dressed?” she observed in surprise.
Elena was a little embarrassed because if he had been standing there for a while he had just witnessed her touching and smelling herself.
He nodded and walked casually toward the bed. His stance had been different and even his saunter was distinctive. His hand tenderly swept over her cheek and this time she smelled the sweet rain scent, but with a hint of ember.
The light was behind him so she couldn’t see his face or see what he was feeling. She did want to know why he was fully dressed, but he wasn’t wearing the same clothes as before.
Leaning her face so his palm cupped her cheek, she cherished his touch and smiled remembering how each one of his fingers had aroused her repeatedly. Opening her lips, she took his thick index finger between her lips and suckled softly running her tongue up and down. He knelt down, so he could get closer to her mouth, yet he didn’t kiss her. His thumb ran over her lips, while his other hand moved down to her breast. He touched her as if he had never touched her before and took his time arousing her nipples all over again. His face didn’t dip down to her lips, but to her breast. Previously, he had suckled eagerly, but this time his tongue was like a feather sending goose bumps all over her skin. His hands moved down and pulled her buttocks to his body so he could grind his hardened shaft against her womanhood.
She had heard of nipple orgasms, but when it happened to her, she couldn’t believe with his light touch her body had responded so fully and given in to pleasurable volcanic eruptions under his wispy strokes.
Just as she came down, he moved up and those same feathery kisses worshiped her mouth. He teased his tongue around her lips, over her teeth and then plunged his thick tongue in her mouth.
When she tried to suckle him, he’d pull back every time and start the teasing kisses again. At the same time, he took off his clothes and then fully concentrated on kissing her longer. She could kiss him until her lips fell off and still want more.
Her hands moved down to touch his very thick manhood. Fully erect she noticed it was straight without the curve. Her thumb and middle finger could barely touch when she wrapped her fingers around fully and when she moved from the base to the tip, she was pleasantly surprised to know he was working with a solid nine inches of manhood.
He pressed two fingers between her legs and she knew he felt the evident wetness. A low moan of pleasure vibrated in his chest and made her tremble. His kisses became more amorous and then he moved away slightly just like before but this time there seem to be a larger purpose for his retreat.
His hands guided her to lay on her stomach and he moved behind her on the bed using his knees to part her thighs.
At first she was about to get on her knees, but he kept a firm pressure on her back while his mouth attack the side of her neck and behind her ear. His hand came around her waist to manipulate her clitoris, but she could also feel his thicken manhood dip down between her legs resting between her buttocks and help her come again from his manipulation.
This man was the sexual conductor to the lustful symphony her body was emitting. Each touch, kiss, lick and stroke he presented directed a licentious concerto that her body never wanted to end.
The fog of immoral returned and she was open to anything he was willing to do. His mouth and tongue was going from her spine to her nape, while his fingers never stop the circular motion against her tender button. He guided his bibulous tip into her tightness, but didn’t go even three inches in before he began this erotic rocking against her G-spot as his mouth found the center of her nape and his tongue darted hard up and down in this spot as her face pressed in the pillow to scream at the top of her lungs her pleasure.
“Fuck!” he hissed and she could feel his shaft pulsate hard.
At the same time, she could feel her release spurt under her drenching the bed completely and him as well. In the middle of this orgasm that seemed to be taking forever, he moved his free hand and briefly sucked his fingers before dipping them into her rear. The orgasm she was having excellerated and merge into another one, just as he pulled out from her womanhood and removed his fingers, but then replaced his manhood smoothly behind her.
He didn’t even have to press hard before she could feel her lower back muscle clench and then relax to let go the most utopian rapturous tremor that shot up her spine and into her brain like a rocket had gone off inside of her body.
His shaft buried so deep into her rear as he growled and quaked, succumbing to the heavenly massage her muscles gave him as she pulsed hard internally.
She wanted to curse at him, because this time she knew for sure he had not used protection. How could he be so reckless? How could she be so reckless?
“Forgive me,” he whispered as if reading her thoughts.
His tone seemed so serious as if he was in mourning.
She didn’t say anything because even though she wanted to curse, her conscious was still slightly foggy and her brain couldn’t think straight, let alone her tongue. He was still embedded in her deeply and his body was pinning her down.
She wasn’t in pain or even uncomfortable. His manhood had shrunk substantially and at first she was worried about the curvature of him, but then when he was moving out of her she couldn’t feel the curve.
Too embarrassed over her lust to move and look behind her, she laid there as he got up from the bed to get another warm wash cloth. He returned to the bed faster – as if the washcloth had been ready?
No, that was silly to think.
He didn’t even expect her to move.
Kneeling to the bed, she blushed as he dipped the cloth between her butt cheeks and wiped her. When she gasped from the tingles, she heard him apologize again. Damn his humbleness. How could she get angry if he was so damn obliging.
He whispered, “Did I hurt you?” The tone of his voice sounded terrified. This was definitely out of character for a man like Pholsom Todd, but she didn’t voice that opinion.
Shaking her head, she let him finish cleaning her. He nudged her to roll on her back as he brought forth another warm cloth that was on the floor. Had he brought two to the bed?
Elena watched him intently feeling warm and tender by the gentle touch from this large brawny man.
The lights were out, but the silhouette of his beautiful body was evident.
When he was done, he leaned up and softly kissed her lips. “Would you like to see a trick?” His voice was still a whisper as if he didn’t want to wake someone else in the house.
He was moving the cover and sheets off of the bed they had messed up and she wasn’t laying.
The last thing he had surprised her with was in the parking lot. What else could this man do to knock her socks off?
Curiosity was killing her and she nodded. He reached up on each side of the bed and loosened the sheets at the top.
“Don’t move,” he ordered.
Elena watched him go to the foot of the bed and loosen the sheet down there and then leaned down with the ends in his hand.
He rocked forward and then jerked hard.
A wisp and flutter underneath her and he’d yanked the sheet right from under her. She was still lying on the center of the bed and she burst in laughter.
He was definitely a keeper.
His chuckle joined her and he kissed her again before gathering the covers, blanket and washcloth, and then he left out the room. She noticed he didn’t go out the door that led to the hallway they’d come in and wondered briefly where he had gone, but then shrugged the thought away and sat up in bed.
Looking around the dimly lit room, she knew she sat on a queen size bed with a tremendous headboard. In the dark, she couldn’t see the details of the headboard, but knew it went halfway up the wall and was intricately carved.
Around the room there was dark wood furniture sparsely placed as if someone had just moved in. The crème carpet was soft under her feet and when she stood she was glad of the spongy quality because her legs had not fully awoken and she crumbled to the floor.
Her vaginal walls pulsed as if missing him and she giggled at her wantoness. He’d awoken a monster inside of her and she knew she’d have to get her lustful tendencies under control or she would be pheening him like an addict.
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