| My head was swimming! I couldn't tell up from down as his body pressed closer to me, melding us together almost as one being. My sanity was circling the drain, then it caught on a snag. It only took a moment, but it was enough for me to gain control again. I pushed him away roughly, my chest on fire, it was heaving so hard. I wiped at my tender lips with the back of my hand. My eyes darted over his features, he was so much bigger then me. I knew he could force himself on me if he'd wanted, but instead he'd allowed me to shove him back. Yet, I could still see the hurt laying behind his eyes, though no sign of his wounded emotions surfaced anywhere else.
"We can't do this! This is just falling back instead of progressing forward. Ok, so we know we're attracted to eachother. But that still doen't change the fact that we have some problems between us. Tell me when exactly did I loose all touch with reality?" I complained. He smiled, infuriatingly. "I'm know I'm not insane... I'm just..." I was at a loss for words. He took a step forward, almost reaching for me. I backed away, not trusting myself. He sighed, then shook his head as he peeled off his parka. I watched with hungry eyes, I know. But I didn't act on my lust. I have no idea where that strength came from. He tossed his coat to a chair by the door and yanked off his hat,leaving a head of messy hair flying about as he tossed it and his gloves toward the recently abandonded coat. He crossed his thick arms and leaned a hip against the piano, legs casually crossing at the ankles. I felt my body jump inside as my eyes followed along with his movements. It was like watching liquid sex pour out before me. The rush of him just being him... it was almost my undoing. I shook my head, snapping back into some semblence of reality. "I know you're not insane. And I'm sorry if I'm making you frusterated." He offered. "It's just... well, I've never had anything like this happen to me before and I don't really know how to handle it. Then at dinner when you were so quiet I didn't..." I cut him off before he finished that thought. "What? And I have famous men saving my life left and right? Right. And my name's Mary Poppins!" I sneered. He snorted with a twisted grin, his chest shakeing as he tried to control his chuckle. "Seriously though," I started. "I wasn't mad or anything, I just didn't quite understand things and was trying to sort things out..." I tried to clarify, thinking I wasn't quite making myself understood as much as I had wanted. He pushed away from the piano, takeing an easy step towards me. "How 'bout if we start over? Forget the confusion and just give it another go?" He offered. I chewed on my lip for a moment pondering it. What could it hurt? I stuck out my hand, a smile on my face that I hoped looked confident, though I felt anything but. "Hi! I'm Azure Benning!" I tried. He laughed softly, a slight bow as he took my proffered hand. He surprized me and bent to kiss my knuckles gently. "Enchanted." He spoke quietly, as he looked up from my hand at me. His eyes were pure lust. This was not going to be easy. I took a ragged breath as I watched him stand up, his hand not leaving mine. He pulled me a little closer somehow and looked down on me. There in his looming shadow I felt dizy and weak in the knees as I breathed him in. "Zac. Zac Hanson. Musician. I'm pleased to meet you Miss Azure." He smoothly toned. I almost lost my capacity to think then and there, a euphoria filling me much like just before a really good orgasm hits hard and fast, sweeping you off your feet and leaving you breathless. Yeah, it was like that... and damnit, it was good! I'm sure I stood there, mouth agape for a split second before regaining my composure. Clearing my throat, I took back my hand, knowing I lacked a finese for social graces somewhat, but knowing too that I had to get some distance between us soon or I'd be doing something stupid soon. I took the tiniest of steps back, clearing my throat a second time, at a loss to what to do next. "Well! Um..." I started. He laughed gently. "I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to make you feel uncomfortable, I was just.... well... I guess I flirt when I'm nervous, or so my brother tells me." He admitted. A nervous chuckle bubbling up from somewhere making him seem almost childlike despite the gargantuan height difference and the full beard he was sporting. I smiled back at him, it seemed to break that tiny bit of tension somehow and we laughed together. "How about a movie? I'm sure we could find something on the boob tube if we looked long enough. I know there aren't any good tapes here. Believe me, I've watched them all." He offered, a hand tipped toward the room beneath the loft. I shrugged, no other prospects presenting themselves. |
| snowbound 4 |
| "Sure." I agreed. "I'll just go finnish up in the kitchen first." I told him. He nodded heading for his discarded coat. As I cleaned the sink of the last of the dirty water and suds I felt him pass behind me, coat in hand to hang it in the pantry. I listened to him rumble around in the pantry. He came back to the kitchen with some things. I didn't pay attention as I put away the stack of clean dishes. Then I heard the unmistakeable tinkle of unpopped popcorn hitting the kettle and I knew what he was doing. As I took a pile of bowls to the other side of the kitchen to be put away I smiled to myself thinking maybe this would work out after all, but damn, he was a complicated man to figure out! Then I felt a body close behind me and a hand slipped over my hip as he pressed closer to my back. I almost dropped the bowl midair I was putting into the cupboard above me.
"I need that." A deep voice informed me and I felt like melting! Such a simple act yet it was so sensual. Then just like that he was gone again, the bowl with him. It took a moment for me to regain my composure. This certainly was going to be an interesting evening. Then a thought occured to me. Tonight. What was going to happen tonight? Would I call my Dad to bring me home? Would I ask Zac to drive me home? Could I possibly make it through another night lieing beside him now that... well now that everything that's happened between us has happened? No matter what heppened, we still nedded to talk, hash out our feelings, our intentions. The attraction was too strong to ignore, but with all those other underlying troubles, could we work it out in the end? that was something we had to try for. So, I would dedicate tonight to that. Trying to get to know him, then, just play it by ear about the rest. I was sure it was worth it. I put away everything else and turned around to watch him as he stood at the stove, his back to me. He certainly was gorgeous, but there was something more there. Something I couldn't quite put my finger on. I didn't know if I ever would be able to. I sighed and he looked over his shoulder at me. "Why don't you go warm up the tv? This is almost done I think. Do you want anything to drink?" He asked as he turned back to the stove. I shruged, though he couldn't see me. I wnet to the fridge and pulled out a chilled bottle of water. "Do you want something too?" I asked politely. He turned back around to me, wearing a wicked grin. I chuckled and nodded to the open fridge. He laughed too and nodded, again turning to the stove. "Two Dr. Peppers please." He answered. I got them for him and headed to the sitting room to wait for him. This all seemed so odd... but i had to shrug it off, sometimes life was just weird. I set the drinks on the coffee table, and picked up the remote, flippin on the television. I returned the remote after adjusting the volume and cracked open my water as I sat in the middle of the sectional couch before the television. I was't really paying attention to what was on the screen. Instead I was watching the snow fall as it passed through one of the windows next to the door. It was almost hypnotizing like that. "So, anything good on?" He asked, his voice stirring me from my trance. I blinked, shakeing my head a bit as I turned and looked up to him, popcorn bowl in hand and yet another Dr. Pepper. "Uh... don't know..." I stammered. "I guess I got lost in thought and forgot to look." I replied sheepishly. He smiled, setting the popcorn down with his soda. He picked up the remote and sat beside me, his long legs stretching out before him. "I do that a lot myself." He admitted, making me feel better a bit. I smiled back at him and took a nervous sip of my water. He began flipping through channels. "Tell me when you see anything interesting." He instructed. I nodded, putting my water down and curling up. I reached for the afghan folded on the back of the couch and covered my feet and legs to ward off the chill. He leaned forward then handed me th bowl of popcorn as he settled back beside me, propping his feet on the table before him, an arm behind his head to get comfortable. We sat for a few minutes searching channels until we found an old black and white murder mystery just beginning. Then he set the remote beside him and joined me in munching on the contents of the bowl in my lap. We watched for a while, the silence between us becomming more comfortable. But somewhere during a stretch of boring sceenes of the movie, a conversation began. Before I knew it, the popcorn was goine and bowl discarded. The drinks half gone and movie forgotten. For a change we seemed to be enjoying each others company and there weren't things getting in our way. No near fatal accident. No sexual tension. no misunderstandings or confusion. Just us and a simple conversation about everything from childhood to favorite books to embarrassing disaster date stories. It was good to be able to just talk for once. "Well, I think I've had one too many soda." He announced. I laughed as he rose form the couch. "Be right back." He promised, heading for the stairs. I nodded and turned back to the television, just then noticing that the movie we had been watching was long since over and another one was nearing it's end. I smiled, pleased at how well things were going now. Then I remembered my dilema about spending the night or going home. I glanced at the clock over the back of the couch. It was too late to call my Dad really. I looked out the door, the snow heavier then before, the wind whipping it about in a frenzy. It wasn't realy a good idea to be on the roads in weather like this, especially if one wasn't used to dirving in Vermont winters. Really, I couldn't ask Zac to take me home now either. My car wasn't even an option seeings as how it was sitting out near the bar, one very flat tire and me with no spare and God know's what else is wrong with it. I sighed. I guess I'd just sleep on the couch, he did say it opened out into a bed after all didn't he? I decided to just ask him later. I was sure he wouldn't mind. I settled back into the couch, watching the end of some old romantic drama. Minutes later Zac returned, back in his flannel p.j. bottoms, a quilt over one arm. "I thought you might be chilly." He said, gently laying the heavy blanket over me, leaving enough for himself as well. He settled next to me a smile inviting me to get closer. I smiled back and cuddled up next to him under the quilt. He put his arm around my shoulders and I lay my head against his firm chest. It was just a friendly gesture and for once I felt comfortable being so close to him. He smiled down at me and I looked up, meeting his smile with one of my own. For now, we were content to just watch a movie. He flipped through some channels and we found a movie we could agree on. I forgot all about my worries. Every care seemed to melt away. It felt really good. We settled in and began to watch some movie about some guys stranded on a planet but they were enemies. That's the last thing I remember before I must have fallen asleep. "Azure... Azure wake up." I heard the voice but my eyes didn't want to open. Then I heard a laugh. "Azure! My arms asleep, get up, come on!" He laughed. Now I had to respond. But it was so cozy, I hated to move. "Come on, I've got to go get some wood on the fire before it goes out." He prompted as I struggled to open my eyes. I sort of sat up a bit and felt him slip his arm back from my shoulders, it left me feeling cold. He chuckled as he got up and left the room. I shivered, rubbing y arms and bringing the quilt around me more. I watched him tend the fire. He leaned forward, bracing himself against the mantle with a meaty palm to support his thick arm, cocking his broad shoulder against his ear and letting his hair spill over to the side. The fire light glowed agains this pale hair and bare chest. He was the most beautiful it seemed at the most candid of moments. Maggie whined at the door and he let her out, rubbing his arms quickly after shutting the door. He stoked the fire again, tossing some more wood on it. Maggie danced at the door to come in. He chuckled and let her in quickly, then ran back to where I was, diving under the quilt, snuggling up next to me. I sucked in air quickly when his cool skin came into contact with mine. It made me shiver and he laughed as he wrapped his arms around me. "Warm me up!" He demanded. "Geesh! How do you people live like this?" This isn't winter- it's the frick'n arctic!" He complained, stretching at an odd angle to get more under the covers. It made me nearly lay a top him. I looked down at him and he just laughed then pulled me over him like a blanket so I really was laying over him. "Hey, I'm cold!" He defended. I couldn't help but laugh then and lay my head on his shoulder giggling. When the laughter abaited, I found myself tucked into the crook of his neck. He smelled so good, and just then I wanted to taste his smooth skin so bad. I licked my lips and swallowed hard fighting the urge. I could feel him breathing heavily beneath me, his arms warapped around me. Just when I thought I couldn't firt it any longer a loud crackle of static took over the room as the tv channel went off the air for the night. It startled us and broke us from the spell being close held us under. He jumped up to grab the remote as I slid off him comicly. He clicked off the television, a heavy sigh following. "I suppose we should get to bed." He said with tension in his voice. "Mmmhum." I answered. "So..." He started again. "Where..." "I think that's up to you." I answered not trusting myself with the decision. "We can..." He tried. "I mean..." He sighed and began again. "We can go upstairs, both of us I mean, we can, you know just sleep. Nothing has to happen." He assured me. I was almost sorry he promised that, but I knew it was for the best really. I nodded. He let out a relieved little breath and stood up, offering me his hand. I accepted it and rose from the couch. He led the way up the stiars, never letting go of me. We didn't bother turning on the light, finding the blanket of darkness soothing. I let my hnad slip form his and selently excused myself to the bathroom. The glare of the light seemed harsh when I turned it on after shutting the door. But the time I was washing my hands my eyes had adjusted. I looked into the mirror wondering what drew him to me. I looked like hell! I sighed and began to do something to correct that. I took off the bandage from my forehead. It didn't seem to need much attention. I cleaned it carefully and put some more ointment on it, then covered it with a large bandaid. That was better. I washed the rest of my face and cursed myself for not bringing my tote bag up with me when I came up the stairs. I really could have used a tooth brush. Instead, I opted to just rub my finger over my teeth and call it good enough for now. I'd bruch my teeth in the morning. then I brushed out my mop of auburn curls wiht his brush again. Then quickly applied a little lotion to my still chapped skin. I looked in the mirror again. It wasn't much of an improvement, but it would have to do. I headed for the door, then as a last thought I got out of my sweat pants quickly and lay them folded up on the vanity seat. I didn't want to seem like I was looking for anything, but too, I didn't want to be uncomfortable either. Besides, what harm can looking allureing be? Pants or no, it wasn't going to be any easier to just go to sleep and not let anything happen. What difference would it make? Right? I opened the door and he was already in bed, sitting up a bit. He looked at me expectantly and I gave him a nervous smile. I caught a glimpse of him looking down at my lack of pants as I turned to shut off the light. I smiled to myself. I didn't hurry as I went to the other side of the bed and took the extra pillows form the bed. He opened the covers, tossing his extra pillow wth the others as he lay on his side, waiting for me. I steeled my resolve and climbed up on the bed. I let him cover me and felt his arm go around me. I snuggled down, pressing closer to him until I could feel his breath ruffle my hair. It seemed like we were just about back to where we were before the static of the television disturbed us. I took a deep breath, exhaleing agianst his thick chest as my fingers relaxed against his warm skin. I could feel the tention in his body, but I knew he would be true to his word. Nothing would happen unless I wanted it to. Well damnit I wanted it to, but I knew we really shouldn't. I forced myself to close my eyes and willed myself to sleep. Sometime along I felt myself slipping into slumber and I remember feeling the soft rumble of his snoring against my fingers. It was a comforting feeling. I don't know how long I'd slept, but sometime just before dawn I woke. I was alone in the bed, It felt cold and empty. I wondered where he was. I looked over at the bathroom door, open, light off. then I heard the familiar sound of a door opening and another log being tossed on the fire and knew where he was. I heard him lowly speaking to Maggie, his voice sof tand sweet to her as he bid her to go back to bed. Then he came back upstairs, and back to bed. He tried to be quiet, not wanting to wake me, but it was pointless since I was already awake. Though, in the dim lght of predawn he didn't know that. He slipped under the covers, slowly, tenderly placeing his arm over me once more. I didn't say anything, just lazily snuggled into his neck again. I felt him smile, his embrace a bit tighter for a moment. Then I decided to get even more comfortable. I settled my body again, throwing a leg over his thigh, pressing close ot him. Suddenly he stiffened a bit, his breathing growing a bit faster. I knew that was torture for him, and I really felt sorry for him so I let a little giggle out. He caught on and laughed too, his arm tighter again as he hugged me to him. |
| "Very funny." He joked. I shrugged, still laughing. Then I made the mistake of looking up at him. Out the window the pale morning light was beginning to streak the night shrouded sky purple and orange with a tease of the sun rise to come. The early morning birdsong was harmonizing with the crackling fire below and the world just seemed to turn on it's side. His eyes were so filled with life. His moist mouth was luciously inviting. His breathing stilled, caught in his throuat for an instant while I licked my lips nervously. It was ludicris to think I had the strength to resist that. So I buckled. I caved in and gave up my will power to the lust that now so consumed me. I don't know how I lost my grip and I didn't know what now had a hold on me. I only knew that I had to taste him right that moment. So I did. I got to my knees, leaning over his body and pressed my lips to his. my fingers dug into his soft hair at the back of his neck and I kissed him, deeply. His hands rested on my hips as he accepted my advance, his willing mouth permitting me to gain access to his wicked tongue. How it curled over my own and invaded my mouth thrilled me. I couldn't have stopped now if I had wanted. The dam was broken and the floodgates wide open. I poured myself emotionally into that kiss. Screaming inside when we broke apart, gasping for air.
"Jesus Christ!" He exclaimed, a stunned look on his face I'm sure matched my own. "Yeah." I breathed heavily. "What you said." I agreed breathily as I dove in for another kiss. This time there weren't merely sparks that flew. Oh no... this time it was a full scale flow of lava! His fingers wrapped up in my hair, he pulled me down to him, kissing me with a hard passion I didn't know existed. In a breath he turned the tables on me and suddenly I found myself on my back grasping at him, wanting to climb insde him I couldn't get enough of him. My body arched with want and he growled with pleasure. He descended upon me, a glint of lust in his wicked eyes. I fell over the edge of sanity then. "Oh... I want you so bad." I seethed, my body writhing beneath him as he peppered my neck with nipping kisses. "God yes!" He agreed, clawing at the buttons of the borrowed shirt I wore. I took my hands from his muscular back and aided him in his battle with the infernal little bits of plastic. Together we accomplished the task enough to expose my hardened nipples to the chilly air. He moaned as if in pain, diving for the nearest pink bud, nipping gently before swirling his talented tongue around it. I whined with pleasure, encourageing him. I wanted to return the favor and skimmed my hands over his broad chest, down his taught tummy, and slipping my hands into the waistband of his flannel pants. I grasped his ass, pulling him closer to me as I let my other hand wander down the front of his p.j.s. I heard a low rumble like thunder when I grasped his manhood, running my nails tenderly down his length. I forced the flanel past his pendulous balls and pumped his member properly. He tossed his head, his long hair arcing like a golden banner. I seized the oppurtunity, sucking at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. He nearly wimpered, thrusting into my hand, his fists tightly wringing the sheets at either side of my head. "Jesus.. stop... stop or I'm gonna cum right now!" He begged. "Mmmm..." I voiced, wanting to watch this gorgeous creature deliver volley after volley of sweet creamy cum, but thought better of it when I remembered my other options. I decided to put on the brakes, make it worth my while for loosing my will power against wanting him. I let him go, gently rakeing my nails over the bronzed flesh of his chest and back. He was still, eyes closed and head hung limp as he fought to gain control again. His breathing was heavily labored but slowing. He swallowed hard, eventually looking up at me again. I grinned at him knowingly. "That was not fair." He accused jokeingly. I only shrugged impishly. He laughed and dove into my neck, driving me crazy. I loved how he playfully bit at my tender skin. He pushed the shirt from my shoulders, sprinkling those kisses over my shoulders and down to my heaving breasts. He lay down beside me,sloughing off his pants, his caress getting softer his tongue lavishing attention where once they whipped at the sensitive buds. I relaxed into his embrace more, lolling under his ministrations. His rough hand smoothed down over my side to my thigh. Gently he pushed the flannel hem of my shirt up and over, off my hip. Tenderly he parted my legs, skimming his thick fingers up the inside of my thighs. I was quakeing with anticipation as he lazily traced my wet opening. When his digit entered me I sighed in satisfaction, he chuckled suckling at my ripe breast. He knew how good he was. I opened to him more, my hips undulating with his rhythm. He spread my juices over my sex, circling my clit and driving me wild before plungeing back inside me. I retaliated by grabbing him between the legs, viciously teasing the head of his cock. We were at a standoff and it felt so damn good, but I was ready for more. I needed more... I needed it now! I took control again, quickly rolling to the side and getting on my knees, I stradled him. He grinned up at me enjoying the relinquishment of power. He reached for me, rubbing the rough pads of his thumbs over my already stimulated nipples. I arched my back, tossing my head as I reveled in the sensations shooting through my body. He began to play with the heft of my breast as if they were his toys. I smirked down at him, bending to kiss him once more with a passion to rival fire. I surprized him, grasping his hardened cock as I kissed him, his body stiffening. Then I guided his member to my waiting wet hole, plungeing down on his length. "Fuck yeah..." He growled. I had to agree. I sat up again, sending his hardness even deeper within me. It was extasy! I circled my hips to tease him, reveling in the delicious little sounds he was makeing. He gripped my hips, a pleading in his eyes. "Come on baby, quit teasing me. Ride me now." He begged. How could I say no to that face? I started a slow pace, sliding up and down his hard length. "Yeah, that's it baby... that's what I mean." He cooed. "Mmmm..." I agreed. It felt so good. I rid myself of the tangled shirt, shivering as his sandpaper fingers skimmed up my back, lighting over my ribs and once more finding purchase upon my wanting breasts. He rolled my hardened nipples between forefinger and thumb, makeing me loose touch with reality. Before long I began to quicken the pace, riding him harder, I needed more as I chased that ellusive moment that was just out of reach. He groaned with painfull delight, his hands going back to grip my hips tightly again. Arching my back I cried out my own pleasure to answer him. Then his hips began to rock into mine from below. Now we were becomming desperate, the both of us, for that fleeting moment of nirvana this dance was promising. I watched him, eyes closed tight in concentration, a grimace of pleasure upon his brow as he sneered with his efforts. His golden tresses lay damp at the roots now, spread across the bed. Beads of sweat were collecting over his chest as he now pushed and pulled my hips over his hard length. He was so beautiful laying there in all his power and glory. I leaned forward, lapping at the drops of sweat collecting in the hollow of his collarbone, then dragged my tongue down over one exquisite brown nipple. "Oh fuck!" He exclaimed with a growl, and before I knew what was happening, I was on my back. He viciously pumped into me, pounding home his desire for me to recieve my pleasure on his hot hard cock. I reached up, smoothing my hands over his broad chest and running my fingers through his soft beard then up into his hair. I wrapped my legs around him tighter, reaching up to nip at his other chocolate colored nipple, then scraped my tongue over it to soothe the tender skin. He rumbled deep in his chest to tell me of his pleasure as he looked down into my face. "You feel so good... oh... harder!" I begged, now flicking at my nipples to feel my nails rake over them. He groaned as he watched me from above. "You are so fucking hot!" He rumbled, pounding into me. That was what I needed, I started to teeter on the edge of orgasm, my eyes closing in extasy. "Look at me!" He demanded. My eyes snapped open, meeting fire behind his brown orbs. I could see he wanted me to know just where that pleasure came from. He held me in his powerful stare, the sweat dripping off his brow and trickling down his chest over his rippling abs he he worked over me. My breath heaved as my hips met his pace perfectly. I was so close ?I could almost cry. Then he licked his lips, tasteing of the sweat collecting under his moustache and I fell over the edge, cring out his name in exhaultation. "Yes! Oh Zac! Yes! Yes! Yes!...." It slammed through me like a lightning bolt. My eyes wide with wonder at how good it felt, I watched his face as it was framed with warm mornings first light glinting off his damp gold locks. His eyes held a light behind them. I could see it welling up within him. Just as my own delight was starting to ebb away I knew his was about to explode. A few last desperate strokes were all it took as a deep growl began to bubble up from within him. Like quick silver, he pulled his shaft from my still pulsing pussy. I leaned up on my elbows to watch the show as he whipped his fist over his slick member, the growl now in his throat as he watched his actions too. "Fuck yeah!" He growled, the first thick gob of pearly cream streaking across my belly. He looked into my face, a euphoria glowing from him, makeing me almost cum again myself. I reached out, running my fingers over the purple head of his cock, catching the rest of his seed in my hand and smoothing it over the length of his shaft. "Mmmm..." He rumbled, his eyes closing with the sensation. He bent down to me, placeing a tender kiss on my waiting mouth. I kissed him back, my tongue wedgeing between his lips to bring him closer. He broke our kiss, both our chests heaving with the spent energy. He pulled me up to him until I sat up and he wrapped his arms around me, resting his head atop mine. "Now that was what sex is supposed to be like. I haven't felt this good in so long. Thank you Azure..." He sighed. I pulled back from him a bit, a wicked gleem did glint in my eye I'm sure as I slid a finger through the smear of necter on my belly. I langidly licked my finger, my eyes watching his face as ideas flitted through his mind. "You only say thank you when your finnished. Who said we were done?" I demanded coyly. His arousal was evident immediately and I giggled. "Ready for round two huh?" He laughed lightly. "Mmhmm..." I nodded, pulling him down to me and plastering another kiss on his lucious lips. |