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Thanksgiving Story Ch. 01

By: DeadlyNyghtshayde



She couldn't believe she was doing this. Her heart pounded in her chest as she listened to the captain make his descent announcements. Enjoy the beautiful state, enjoy the weather, fly Delta Airlines again and remember that this was the friendly captain speaking. Rightio-man. Whatever you say, chief, and who the fuck made you captain? Beth smiled to herself, remembering a comedian who asked that very question in his routine. The woman in her 30s had already packed up her book, crossword puzzle magazine, reading glasses and headphones to her CD player. Jim Morrison was silent for now though she suspected he'd make some repeat performances once she got to wherever he was taking her. 

The plane slowed down on the runway, turning into one of those tunnels and the flight attendant was already standing at the front of the plane to give the remaining orders that they were to follow as they filed from the plane into the airport, and generally be whatever other help they were at the end of a flight. Beth wouldn't need help and she hoped that neither attendant reached out to touch her. She was already shaking, nervous about the meeting ahead of her. 

When she'd started the online friendship, she'd had no intention of it going beyond just that: friendship. But it had. In just a few months, the teasing banter turned to flirting, which then turned to virtual heavy petting and later into a full-on cyber relationship. She often found herself shaking her head and wondering just what in the hell she was thinking. What made the situation even stranger is that the guy on the other end of her keyboard attentions was in college. He'd turned 19 just a couple of months after they'd begun talking and he seemed to have no concerns about their huge age difference whatsoever. If anything, Beth worried more than he did, especially after he'd told her that he loved her. That made things a stranger reality to the 30-something college professor even though she'd written about more impossible-seeming situations all the time. 

She shuffled out of the plane with everyone else, enduring the poking and prodding and jostling about. As if her nerves weren't jangled enough, she had to put up with a few more minutes of anticipation. It built in her mind and body and she was starting to feel flushed the more she thought about it. Of course, she couldn't not think about it, could she? She was about to come face to face for the first time with someone young enough to certainly be a nephew. Thirteen years was a pretty big difference in age to be taken lightly. And while she'd gotten on the plane with nothing but anticipation of the great sex she was going to have with this college freshman, she now felt some trepidation along with that. After all, here she was in a state she'd never been to, meeting a person she'd only ever talked to online. She didn't doubt his identity. 

She doubted her own. 

Beth finally found a break in the throng of people, her eyes darting back and forth across the terminal. At first, she didn't see anyone recognizable from the photos he'd sent her, and this shot up her insecurities to think that maybe he'd had second thoughts about this meeting. He didn't show up. She was stuck here in this strange place where she knew no one but this boy. 

Fuck. 

She slung her backpack over one shoulder and turned in a circle to see if she'd missed him maybe. With all the strict regulations these days, maybe they hadn't let him come up this far. She was just turning toward what she assumed would be the exit when she almost slammed her face into a black-clad chest. Her gaze trailed upward to meet the most gorgeous pair of green eyes she'd ever seen before. Just below them was a smile that she'd been dreaming about seeing in person for quite some time. 

"Hey," the male voice said. 

"Hey," she said back, returning the smile. 

They were silent for a few seconds, the crowds of people walking past them, staring, probably wondering when this aunt was going to hug her nephew. Certainly none of them could grasp the idea of these two being anything more than maybe even a student and his favorite teacher meeting for some kind of class reunion or something. Finally, the young man reached out and took Beth's hand in his, bringing it up to his lips and kissing it tenderly. 

This brought even more stares. 

"Um...can we get out of here?" she asked, self-conscious about the jeers coming in their direction. 

Edward nodded, clasping her hand tightly and entwining her fingers with his. He cocked his head in the direction of baggage claim and they walked down the hall past everyone that was either arriving or leaving. Once they were actually moving, Beth could put aside the attention they were getting and just focus on the meeting and where they were going to go from there. Which brought her to an interesting question. 

"Where are we going from here? Lunch? Your place?" She thought about it. His place was on the campus of his college. She didn't think she wanted to cram herself into a twin bed for the better part of a week. 

"Surprise," he told her, just grinning impishly down at her. He's 19, she told herself again as if trying to make it real. More real than it already was. 

"C'mon. You can tell me," she told him, trying to play along. Her stomach did flips up around her rib cage. But he wouldn't say anything. They just waited for her bag to come around and he gallantly grabbed it for her, hefting it like it was no mean thing even though there was a handle and wheels to drag it on across the floor. He's showing me he's competent, Beth thought. He's trying to show me he can take care of me because he knows I'm scared shitless. She just shook her head as they walked out of the airport that was busy with holiday traffic. Edward had called his parents and told them that he was spending the Thanksgiving break with some friends he'd met while at college. They were going to stay around campus, maybe go skiing, work on some projects that none of them wanted to get behind in. His folks had protested the decision, of course, but he'd stuck his ground. There were friends who'd wanted to go skiing, but Edward preferred the indoor sports he planned with Beth. Much warmer this way. 

She was bustled into his car quickly, which was good because the moment the chilled breeze hit her, Beth shivered almost uncontrollably. She hated the cold. Next time, he was coming down to the coast to see her. Warmth. No need for all this snow even though it looked lovely with the trees all growing as a backdrop. Still. She hated the cold. 

They drove for a while and she assumed again that they must be camping out in his dorm for the week. She should have thought ahead on that one. But just as that thought crossed her mind, he pulled his car into the almost vacant parking lot of a quaint chateau-looking motel. There were a few other cars nestled near the front but no one gathered at the pool near the front. Edward parked up at the office long enough to run inside and arrange a room and Beth smiled to see the blazing fire in the main room. She wanted to be in front of that fire, thawing out. But there was no time for her to run in because not long after he went in, Edward sauntered back out to the car with a self-satisfied smile stretching across his youthfully handsome face. Snow flurries started up and she saw the drifts of them landing on his shaggy honey-colored hair. He got back into the car and drove further around toward the back. She thought at first that this meant long treks to the front for the dining room, but there was an alcove where he parked and she noticed a door that led to an indoor set of hotel rooms. 

"How long had you been planning this?" she asked him after climbing out of the car and grabbing up her backpack. He was getting her suitcase along with one of his own out of the trunk and carrying them toward the door. At first, he didn't say anything. Just opened the door when they got to it and smiled as he watched Beth's reaction to the inside of the hotel. It was just like some European chateau tucked neatly into one of the Swiss Alps or something. There was a long hallway that she assumed went to the front desk and she could almost hear the crackling of the fireplace. There were little rooms here and there for gathering and chatting, some with their own smaller fireplaces. She was enthralled. 

Finally he answered her, "Since you told me you were flying out for Thanksgiving. I didn't think you wanted to eat campus food, especially since they're not even going to be open. And as much as I know you like Denny's coffee, I wasn't about to spend my first holiday with you there." He guided her down the hall and up a flight of stairs. The room he stopped at was just outside the main railing that looked down over the front room downstairs. The fireplace, the front desk, several comfy couches and chairs along with a large screen t.v. awaited anyone who wanted to be social. Just underneath them and down the hall from that was the dining room, an experience that Beth could only guess would be one of those classy but casual experiences; table cloths and candles on the tables but the room having a stone wall job with another gloriously blazing fireplace in one corner. 

"Well, I'm impressed...not many people your age would think to book someplace this nice for a holiday." She watched him set one of the bags down, grab the key out of his pocket and open the door. She walked inside ahead of him and found a light switch, turning it on. A warm yellow glow spread over what could only be labeled a suite instead of just a room. There was a small sitting area before a dais led up to a made-up king sized bed. It had all the amenities including a small refrigerator. She assumed, however, that there would be no tiny bottles of wine in there...given Edward's age and all. Later, of course, she'd find that out to be untrue and wondered just how he'd finagled such a thing without a fake I.D. 

"Not every guy my age is spending the holiday with a beautiful, sexy mature woman with tastes that go beyond a few beers over sandwiches. I want this to be special," he responded, dropping the suitcases just inside the door against the wall. 

Beth heard the door click closed behind her, the automatic lock setting itself. They were alone. She turned around to face her would-be lover in time to see him coming toward her with a very intent look on his face. Without giving her a moment to speak, Edward grabbed her in his arms, pulling her up to meet his 5'10" height. Eager young lips crushed down on hers, nudging her mouth open with a tongue that impatiently wanted to taste her. Beth complied easily enough, parting her lips and flicking her tongue over his, swirling a chaotic pattern in his mouth as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He turned them around and pressed her up against the door, pinning her there with his body. Seeking hands slid down her body, pushing her jacket off, removing both their sets of gloves and tossing all of that along with his coat to the floor. He felt the shiver in her as he pulled at the buttons of her shirt. His cock jumped to life the moment he realized that her hands were just as forceful in pulling his shirt out of his pants. Both fumbled with each other's buttons and soon enough, shirts gone, pants pushed down around their ankles and kicked aside, shoes in a heap on the floor, they went at each other again. The passion had been growing for months beforehand. There would be time for tenderness later, but this thing had to be consummated as soon as possible and with as much heat as they'd built up prior to this meeting. There was a frenzy that raged in both of them, the need to fuck, the need to be connected to each other in the most primal way imaginable. 

Edward pulled aside the material of her bra, cupping each small round breast in a hand as if weighing them to be perfect Valencias. He lowered his head, capturing one of her nipples between his lips, nibbling, sucking on it until it was hard before he turned his attention to the other one, repeating the process. His hips jerked the moment her hand slipped past the waistband of his underwear, grasping him in her palm and squeezing him urgently. She slid her hand up his already rock hard length, thumbing a circle around the head, teasing it more to life. Edward sucked in a breath and then moaned it out loudly, pressing his face against the side of her neck. One impatient hand slid down her body, over her stomach and into the satin underwear she had on still. He found her wet and hot and ready, flicking his nail over her clit, making her slam back against the door, head back, throat arched toward him. The young man moved his hand down to her thigh and back up again, pulling aside the soaked crotch of her undergarment. Without any further pomp and circumstance, he used his other hand to grasp her ass and lift her up, pressing himself between her thighs, which she parted eagerly to him. His cock sought the inner heat and found it without trouble as he thrust inside her, burying himself as deep as he could go. At that point, he moved his hands to support her, kneading the full globes of her ass and sliding her up further against the door. In response, Beth wrapped her legs around his waist and her hands clasped each other at the back of his neck, fingernails digging into the sensitive flesh that they found there. 

They fucked there just like that for the longest time, the tempo steady at first until Edward picked it up, crushing his pelvis against hers and electrifying her clit even more with that stimulation. They were panting and moaning and speaking out together, each having something to say to the other that pushed the edges of their first time together. His fingers held her ass tighter, pulling her cheeks apart so that one searching finger could penetrate her easily enough. She gasped and bucked against him, driving him further into his lustful frenzy. Beth cried out, coming all around his cock when he pushed the finger inside her tighter hole, something they'd only talked about online. The reality of it lived up to their expectations and she found herself riding him like a professional, pushing back and forth, thrusting herself on him from two orifices. It wasn't long before her reaction brought him to the edge of his own orgasm and he slammed her harder against the door, fucking into her hard enough to suck the first shots out of him. She felt him fill her and even though he was coming, he kept at her, thrusting in and out, letting their combined juices flood down his thighs to pool on the tops of his feet.  

And it was over. Edward buried his face against her neck again, planting soft kisses there as she whimpered and shuddered in his arms. They stayed there like that for a moment while each collected themselves, tempered their breathing and came down from the euphoric high they'd drive themselves to with this first coupling. When Edward let her slide down his body, dislodging himself from her, they stood there and held each other, warm body against warm body, hearts pounding against each other in a drumbeat rhythm that didn't slow down for a while. It was then that he leaned down and kissed her softly, treating her lips like a temple that he wanted to offer prayers at. Beth returned the kisses, her hands traveling over his body to explore the rest of him. 

Every doubt she'd had washed itself away in this room in these first few moments together. 

© July 8, 2005

Thanksgiving Story Ch. 02



They collected their clothes off the floor. Well, Beth collected their clothes and folded them up, leaving them on the surface of the dresser. She looked up into the mirror at her reflection and had to smile. Her mahogany hair was disheveled and the light bronze lipstick she'd been wearing was smeared halfway onto her cheek. Her breasts were out over the pushed down cups of her bra and her underwear were very obviously wet. She was just starting to adjust the clothing back when Edward walked up behind her, pressing himself against her. His arms snaked between hers and slid up her stomach, his hands cupping her tits. 

"That was the most incredible...," he started, leaning down to finish his sentence by nibbling on Beth's shoulder. 

She quirked an eyebrow at him and responded, "That's just because you're young and you haven't been with many women yet. Give it time...you'll find someone much more incredible." 

Edward looked back up into the mirror, gazing at their reflections. 

"Stop," he told her, leaning his cheek against hers. "There'll be none of this 'I'm too old' shit. I invited you to spend the holiday with me because I want you here," he told her, a serious look on his young face. "Therefore, I want you here." Then he gave her mirror image an impish grin and jerked his head back toward the sitting area of the suite. "And I want you there and over there...and over there, too," he replied, motioning toward the bed and the bathroom. This made Beth laugh a little and she leaned back into his embrace, trailing one finger along his arms lightly until goosebumps rose on his flesh. 

"Well, speaking of over there, I think I'll go jump in a shower and change into something more comfortable until dinner." She slithered out of his arms and grabbed her bag, carrying it over to one of the baggage racks. After unzipping it, she grabbed out a loose earth-tone tie-dyed caftan made from flowing cotton and a make-up bag, which she carried with her into the bathroom. 

"But...but...," Edward started, whimpering for show as he grabbed his own bag, dragging it over to the other baggage rack. He reached in to pull out a pair of flannel lounging pants and then followed her into the bathroom. When he got there, his boyish pouting lips spread instead into a smile to see Beth staring slack-jawed at the room she'd walked into so cavalier. 

"This is bigger than the bedroom in my apartment." Beth's voice was deadpan when she said that, her cinnamon-colored eyes wide with shock and surprise. And awe. There was definite awe there because the bathroom was indeed larger than most bathrooms had any right to be. There was a separate shower stall in one corner while a spacious bathtub sat in the other. She'd been in enough hotel rooms where there was a vanity table, but this one actually had a chair to sit at while the counter spanned one whole wall with a sink near the end leaving plenty of room for anything else. 

"It's a lot bigger in person than what was on the brochures I saw," Edward told her, dropping his pants onto the vanity counter. He stared into that mirror and made a funny face at himself, trying to get Beth to laugh. She just kept staring even as she set her make up bag and clothes onto the counter. 

"It's a religious experience," she said. Edward moved over to her, teasing her left nipple through the satin of her bra. 

"I can make you see God," he told her with a grin, waggling his eyebrows. This brought her out of her reverie and she just grinned at him. She slapped his arm playfully. 

"Behave," she replied and turned away from him. She undressed the rest of the way, feeling a moment of shyness that he would see her totally naked for the first time. Of course, they'd already fucked, and she chided herself for her prudery as she dropped her soaked panties onto counter next to the bra. She wouldn't wear those again this trip. She walked by Edward, close enough that he could feel the heat of her body, and he almost reached out and grabbed her. He was already getting hard again, but he knew that they had several days to keep things hot and heavy. The young man did want to savor this get-together as much as he could because after the vacation was up, there was no telling how soon they'd be able to see each other again. 

He watched her walk across the room, expecting her to open the door to the shower and step in. Instead, she bypassed that and sauntered over to the bathtub. When she leaned over to turn on the hot water and then the cold, Edward grew even harder and almost impulsively took her right there and then. Bent over the tub, testing the water languidly with her hand, Beth seemed to have no idea how much her stance was affecting her young beau. The 19-year-old had to lean back against the vanity, steadying himself when his knees felt weak, gripping the counter. He was near to salivating at the sight of her parting thighs, ass and lips spreading as she bent a little farther over to pick up three of the complementary bath beads. She dropped these into the overly warm water and watched as they burst from the heat, swirling around the aromatic oil into the bathwater. Edward paid particular attention to the fact that she glistened with their shared wetness that glided from her slowly down her thighs and the sight of that turned him on all the faster. 

It was then that she stood up fully and walked back over to her bag. Beth pulled out her brush and pulled out the band that was holding it back, dropping it into the bag. She brushed her hair and deftly pulled it up into a loose bun, wanting it off her neck while she bathed. Leaving the brush behind, she started back across the room, acutely aware that she was being watched by two predatory green eyes. 

"Are you going to join me or just stare?" she asked, turning to give Edward a come-hither smile as she stepped gracefully into the large bathtub. It didn't take convincing to have him move across the room in less than five steps, and while she was lowering herself into the water, he was climbing in himself. He reached over, shut off the water for them, and sank down in just as Beth was getting comfortable. 

The bath experience on its own was near orgasmic, Edward thought, and he'd always figured that that idea was mostly a female thing. Of course, since meeting Beth online, he'd learned that it was better to drop the gender stereotyping altogether. She was nothing like any female he'd ever met before, nor did she act like most men he'd known either. She was an enigmatic cross between the two genders and being older than him gave her a wisdom that seemed almost ethereal sometimes. He couldn't read her but she didn't try to be unreadable. Merely, she was unpredictable, and he liked that. 

"Oh this is nice," Beth moaned, leaning her head back against the wide rim of the tub. It was one of those "garden" tubs with the faucet on the side so that neither side had to dodge it. It also had a wide flow of water like a waterfall. She'd dreamed of having one of these for her own and just hadn't found the right place yet with one. The steam from the water was rising around them, opening their pours and saturating them with the scent of sandalwood. 

The hot water had done nothing to dampen Edward's erection and if anything, leaning back against the side of the tub, watching Beth, was getting him even harder. If it kept up, he figured he'd be able to drill a hole right through the porcelain of the tub. He rested one arm on the rim and let his other one fall under the water, his hand seeking to assuage his hard-on, assuming that it might be a while before Beth was ready to jump his bones. He couldn't have been more wrong, however. 

When she finally opened her eyes and looked up at Edward across from her, she noticed the lustful look in his eyes, his lips slightly parted, tongue sliding across them. She noticed his left shoulder moving, her gaze trailing downward to see his hand moving slowly along his cock under the water. The sight of this brought roses to her cheeks, the heat and desire coloring her skin. She watched him for a moment and noticed that his tempo seemed to quicken when he realized that she was looking. Her eyes trailed back up to his and there was a pleading look in them as if he hoped that his eyes could convey the words that his heavy breathing wouldn't allow him to get out. Beth hadn't been as sexually active as she had when she was his age, but her reactions didn't show it. She was wet immediately and she wondered how long she should tease him. 

Not very long, she decided. Rising to her knees, she moved across the tub slowly. Edward's legs were parted because before, her legs had been together and this made it easier for them to sit across from each other. But now, Beth slid her hands along his calves, up to his knees, pushing them together under the water and moving her thighs on either side of his. She was still down near his feet and Edward strained one toe upward to meet her cunt in the water. He felt her immediately open to the pressure, a different sort of moisture gliding down around him; he wiggled his toe over her slit and he was surprised to see her stop, immobile, and grind down onto his foot, her lips swallowing his big toe entirely. His second toe teased her clit and Beth moaned, a deep guttural sound that made him look up at her face, green eyes watching as her body arched toward him, breasts pushing out toward him, nipples erect. Her head fell back, mouth open and still moaning as she masturbated herself on his toe. 

Finally, she became aware of herself again, and Beth looked at Edward. There was a different fire in her eyes and he could only guess after their long cyber sessions what she would do now. There was something very impersonal about having sex through the computer for all the obvious reasons. His imagination had become very active and vivid when he read the words that Beth typed to him night after night before they'd both retire their separate beds in different states. He could only guess at the sounds she'd make, the feel of her flesh against his, the touch of her skin. But now...now he knew. Everything that he'd only dreamed of was coming to life and he was the receiver of the fantasies that they weaved together through words and spelled out emotions. He watched, stunned by the hunger in her eyes, as she moved even closer until she was straddling his lap. She grabbed his wrists tightly in her small hands and he was taken by the strength in her grip. His cock jutted upwards, the head surfacing just above the line of the water and Beth regarded it with an arched eyebrow, showing interest. 

"Mmm...looks like you have something for me, Edward," she said, the tone of her voice dropping to a sultry key, causing his erection to twitch in response as if she commanded it just by speaking. He could only nod to her. 

"All yours, babe," he told her after he found his voice again. He wanted to touch her. He wanted to reach down and feel her cunt with his seeking fingers, but she still held his wrists. 

Beth moved herself forward again, releasing one wrist and letting her hand disappear into the water. Edward was tempted to ask where it went when his thoughts were answered by the fingers that wrapped around his length, squeezing. He gasped and bit down on his bottom lip when she felt her guide him into her depth, his head pushing eagerly through the first folds of her inner walls. Once she'd made the start of it, she returned her hand to her original place, fingers gripping his wrist, slowly dropping herself onto him, eliciting a loud moan. It was then that she released his wrists, now using her free hands to massage his chest, sliding fingers over his stomach up to his chest, thumbs circling his nipples teasingly, making him jump and thrust up into her. 

"Oh God!" he exclaimed when she pinched both his nipples between her fingers and thumbs and then went back to gently spiraling around them. His own hands came up to grasp her breasts, mirroring her hands with his own. She began to ride him now, gently at first so as not to push the water out of the tub and onto the floor. The more he squeezed her tits, fingering her nipples, the further she arched them into his hands, begging him with her whimpers and moans to give all his tactile attention to those mounds of flesh. He leaned up then, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on it, flicking his tongue over it until it was extremely hard and throbbing almost painfully. She cried out, riding him harder, sliding him in and out of her cunt that was growing wetter and wetter by the second. He slid another hand down her stomach, toying with her curves until his fingers tangled in the thatch of curls below her waist. She fucked him harder then, faster, and his thumb pressed against her clit, the span of his other fingers resting on her stomach near her bellybutton. As she pulled up and down his shaft, she rubbed against his thumb, sending shockwaves throughout her body and she pressed her breasts against his mouth, lips and tongue alternating between both nipples now. After a few times toying with each one, Edward's mouth latched onto the fleshy bit of breast on the inside near her left nipple. He bit town, pulling a gasp out of her before he began to suck on her skin between his teeth. He wanted to mark her; he wanted to leave a bruise so that when he looked at her breasts the rest of the trip, he could remember that he did that and she could remember that he did that and that for this vacation, she was his. She would mark him, too, that much he knew. Before this was over, he suspected that they would both bare the marks of primal ownership and what turned him on more than knowing the first marks would be his was knowing that he wanted to belong to her as much as she did to him. 

Edward moved his face back and Beth took the cue to lean down and capture his mouth with hers. She sucked on his bottom lip, pressing him with her tongue until he parted his lips to allow entry. She kept circling her hips, thrusting herself on him, flooding him with her own warmth. He still pressed his thumb against her clit as she rode him, moving his other hand over to the pile of bath beads to grab one. He pressed it until it burst in his fingers, the oil inside running all down his fingers; he used his thumb to rub the oil all over before moving his hand back into the water. He leaned forward again, pressing his chest against Beth's to give him the arm's length to glide his hand over her ass. Once more, he thrust his finger into her tighter hole, moving it and spreading her until he made room for a second finger, pushing them in and out. All the while, she slid up and down his cock, her lips grasping at him and tightening down on him. She moaned around his lips, sucking at his tongue and he pulled hers into his mouth, grazing his teeth across it. She pressed herself back against his fingers, having an interesting time concentrating on them and the spear shoved inside her. 

A few seconds later, she decided to make a change. Beth moved in a way that moved his fingers out of her. Edward looked up at her, not wanting to stop and worried that she wasn't enjoying what he was doing. Before he could open his mouth to protest, she turned around, the feeling of it around his length causing him to buck up almost out of the water, crying out. His arms came out of the tub, fingers grasping the sides and baring down with the sensation. What the hell was she doing? She was facing away from him now, but he was still buried deep inside her. She slid her hands down his thighs to his calves, down lower until she grasped his ankles. The sight of her cheeks beneath the water made his cock jerk inside her and he knew that later, not now, but later during this time together, he wanted to feel himself inside her ass if she'd let him. It was something they'd talked about, hinted at as a possibility, but was something that was negotiable. She leaned over, beginning her thrusts on his cock again and the angle of it was new and strange; Edward moaned deep and loud, sweat forming on his brow as he tried to keep himself from coming right then and there. He wasn't ready for it to be over yet and he took the hint with her backside to him to continue what he'd been doing. His fingers were still slippery from the bath bead oil, so he slid his fingers into her ass again, parting them to widen her. He found he could thrust into her better this way and while she rode him faster and harder, he finger-fucked her ass just as hard and fast. Their rhythm found a place to match each other step for step and he felt her flooding him, mingling with the hot bath water that was slowly starting to cool down. 

This went on for only a few minutes longer and while Beth was crying out from another orgasm, Edward was finally driven over the edge with all the sensation. He twitched inside her once more but this time enough that between what she was doing and the high-pitched level of his excitement, he poured into her for what seemed to be an unending amount of time. Edward brought his other hand up to his mouth, biting down on the fleshy bit between thumb and index finger, muffling his scream against his hand. Beth hand no such control, crying out over and over again until she was totally spent. She felt him shudder beneath her, his cock and his fingers remaining inside her until she moved to dismount. 

Keeping her back to him, she pushed his legs apart again so that she could sit between them. Beth leaned back against him, nestling into the arms that circled her waist. Edward held her against him and she could feel the steady pounding of his heart against her back. He planted kisses on the back of her neck, waiting for the trembling in his body to calm down before he proposed that they finish their bath and head back into the bedroom. At this rate, he thought they might be sitting here for a while. 

© July 14, 2005