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Beth's POV
Season 2
Anyday you'd like it to be....
Junk mail....long Red Lights...broken index finger nails..Jeez today is screwed. One day away from work and I have 346 emails waiting for me, one quarter of them pitching $1. Viagra. I'll mark the emails as "Junk" and get 3 more tomorrow. What if I wrote them a reply telling them, "No thanks, my lover is a Vampire, he's got a dick like a Louisville Slugger and knows how to use it all night long, 7 days a week"?
I just want to peel off these clothes, grab a glass of bourbon and wash the DA's office out of my hair and my pores. I am whisky bent for the shower and I'll pick up that trail of clothes when I good and ready. The towel's on the warmer, the steam is rolling above my head and it's all I can do to stand. Thank god I've got the ledge to lean against while the Waterhaven hits me with it's best shot. When I close me eyes the two bodysprays deliver more than their brochure describes. The hot water, the bourbon, the steam, the only thing missing is Mick.
I pick up the bar of ginger soap, it's solid mass is covered with the softness that soap assumes in dampness. It's become slippery, taking both my hands to keep from dropping it...immediately I think of Mick's rigid dick in my hands, how little it takes for him to come to attention. How much I revel in being able to run my palm on the outside of his fly and feel the fluttering response, the thumping pulse that surges him to his full length and thickness.
I cover my body in the slippery ginger film, rubbing the bar between my breasts, the same way I took his dick last night, couching his length between my breasts ...up and down mixing up the tension and speed until he wailed a sound so carnal I nearly came myself. His only response after that was to swing me into his arms, spin me around and spoon to me while he fondled my breasts, my navel, my belly and my bush, finally reaching into the crease to finger me. When he was satisfied that I could barely stand he grabbed my hips, slipping his knee between my legs to widen my stance. I wanted him so bad....I bent over holding the ledge almost shoving myself on his renewed erection. We met with an amazing grace of the give and take that is making love. Such a combination of fleshly and divine I have never met before Mick. Anyone else and I would have felt dirty, Mick elevates these acts to a reverance, a worship shared and reciprocated. I feel cherished, treasered, loved with every electric orgasm.
Just when I am surrendering to the rhythm of the hand held shower head I hear a door, and there before me is my angel, his shirt in his hand and his jeans unbuttoned. Words aren't needed.....he sees how much I'd enjoy sharing his tired woman's fantasy. Within seconds he is with me, spooned behind making his arms full of me. His cool, hard flesh revives me, his earthy scent excites me. I luxuriate in the feeling of his chest hair bristling against me and I tip my head back to his shoulder and he breaths into my ear, "Beth, Beth, let me show you how you really like it".
And he does.
Beth's POV
Season 2
Anyday you'd like it to be....
Junk mail....long Red Lights...broken index finger nails..Jeez today is screwed. One day away from work and I have 346 emails waiting for me, one quarter of them pitching $1. Viagra. I'll mark the emails as "Junk" and get 3 more tomorrow. What if I wrote them a reply telling them, "No thanks, my lover is a Vampire, he's got a dick like a Louisville Slugger and knows how to use it all night long, 7 days a week"?
I just want to peel off these clothes, grab a glass of bourbon and wash the DA's office out of my hair and my pores. I am whisky bent for the shower and I'll pick up that trail of clothes when I good and ready. The towel's on the warmer, the steam is rolling above my head and it's all I can do to stand. Thank god I've got the ledge to lean against while the Waterhaven hits me with it's best shot. When I close me eyes the two bodysprays deliver more than their brochure describes. The hot water, the bourbon, the steam, the only thing missing is Mick.
I pick up the bar of ginger soap, it's solid mass is covered with the softness that soap assumes in dampness. It's become slippery, taking both my hands to keep from dropping it...immediately I think of Mick's rigid dick in my hands, how little it takes for him to come to attention. How much I revel in being able to run my palm on the outside of his fly and feel the fluttering response, the thumping pulse that surges him to his full length and thickness.
I cover my body in the slippery ginger film, rubbing the bar between my breasts, the same way I took his dick last night, couching his length between my breasts ...up and down mixing up the tension and speed until he wailed a sound so carnal I nearly came myself. His only response after that was to swing me into his arms, spin me around and spoon to me while he fondled my breasts, my navel, my belly and my bush, finally reaching into the crease to finger me. When he was satisfied that I could barely stand he grabbed my hips, slipping his knee between my legs to widen my stance. I wanted him so bad....I bent over holding the ledge almost shoving myself on his renewed erection. We met with an amazing grace of the give and take that is making love. Such a combination of fleshly and divine I have never met before Mick. Anyone else and I would have felt dirty, Mick elevates these acts to a reverance, a worship shared and reciprocated. I feel cherished, treasered, loved with every electric orgasm.
Just when I am surrendering to the rhythm of the hand held shower head I hear a door, and there before me is my angel, his shirt in his hand and his jeans unbuttoned. Words aren't needed.....he sees how much I'd enjoy sharing his tired woman's fantasy. Within seconds he is with me, spooned behind making his arms full of me. His cool, hard flesh revives me, his earthy scent excites me. I luxuriate in the feeling of his chest hair bristling against me and I tip my head back to his shoulder and he breaths into my ear, "Beth, Beth, let me show you how you really like it".
And he does.