| Valentino |
| Ok, so maybe going camping in february wasn't the brightest idea Ike had ever had... but it was different, and different was what he was seeking. So his love life sucked. So he was having a bit of writers block with his music. So he just needed to get away from everything, family, friends, industry ass kissers. So why not go camping? It wasn't like he'd never been out on his own before, and it wasn't like he'd never been camping before. Besides, it was a hell of a lot warmer in Cali then Tulsa right? Well, camping was the perfect solution... or so he thought... The drive up to the mountains was breathtaking and he was immediately glad he'd chosen to get away thusly. The remote area he'd chosen to hike through was easy to navigate, again, he was glad he came. When sunset started to show signs of chilly air, he got a bit worried, but put it out of his mind, pitching his tent and building a roaring fire to cook his dinner. By the time he sat poking at the fire with a stick, belly full and his toes toasting in his sox infront of the fire... he was a sated man. It was nice not to have to think about everything for once. He relished in it and leaned back to gaze at the stars. Before long he found himself getting sleepy, smiling to himself he began to doze off, nothing more on his mind then remembering to pitch another piece of wood on the fire. He woke up chilled, not too bad, his expensive winter coat keeping him warm enough in the extremely mild winter of the southern Cali woods. He stretched, stirred the fire back to life, tossing on more fuel, then climbed into his tent, and into his bed for the night, Zac's old sleeping bag. Ahh... this was the life! Until he woke up... He could swear he had ice on his eyelashes and he couldn't feel his nose it was so cold. Not good. Acheingly he climbed out of the tent to find nothing more then ashes where once was a roaring warm fire. He looked at his watch and realized he'd been asleep for quite a bit longer then he'd anticipated. Obviously he'd needed the rest. He decided to skip the warm fire and eat a cold breakfast of granola bars and juice that had chunks of ice floating in it. He packed up his gear and headed off on a hike to warm him as he traveled back to where he thought he'd left his car. Too bad he hadn't brought a map and compas... Three hours later he was still traversing the woods and nothing looked familiar to him. He was starting to get worried. He knew he had to travel back down the mountain to find his car, for he'd parked it in the visitors lot at the bottom of the incline. But what he didn't know was how many trails this particular mountain had... and apparently he was on the wrong one. By lunch time he was ravenous. He could hear running water and decided to head for it. He knew that if he followed the strem down, he'd eventually find his way to the bottom for sure. It would then just be a matter of circling around until he came to the lot where he'd left his car. Easy enough he thought. Then again, he thought the whole trip was going to be easy. He found the stream easy enough alright, but when he was siting beside the little waterfall eating his lunch of stale sandwiches and cold, flat soda, he decided that perhaps it would be easier to follow the stream down on the opposite side. The side he sat on was quite rocky and the ledges looked icey. He'd hate to fall into the frigid water then have to explain to his parents how he'd gotten lost, broke his leg when he fell on the ledges and then subsequently gotten hypothermia after being pitched into the litle mountain stream. Oh yeah, that would look so responsible... they'd never let him out of their sight again! That clinched it. He was going to cross the small stream and travel on the side that looked safer. Tossing his refuse back into his pack, he stood and stretched his long legs and rubbed his neck. At least he wasn't cold anymore. The noonday sun had warmed the air and his hike had warmed him enough for him to unzip his coat, eventually by the time he'd sat down to eat, taking it off. Once more he shouldered his pack and looked about for a narrow place to cross the stream. He traveled up a ways, and eventually found what he thought the perfect place to cross. It wasn't too wide, looked sort of shallow, was calmly moving slow and best of all, there was a rock in the near center of it to step onto to cross! He thought he had it made. Carefully he edged up to the bank of the clear stream, eyeing his passage he stretched out carefully, slowly, and set his toe on the large rock. It seemed sturdy enough, and the lichen was sure to give him better grip. Gathering his strength, he readied his body to spring over and put both feet upon the rock. With a grunt he leaped over, causing a family of grouse to stir and take wing. The suddeness of it startled him and he lost his footing before he had a chance to steady his balance on his large feet on what had looked like a large steady rock. He pitched forward, waving his arms about to slow his certain dessent into the bubbling brook. It did him no good for just when he thought he'd saved himself, the stone gave way and slid forward as well, loosing it's perch of how many a year he knew not. He fell face first into the foot and a half of clear water that had taunted him. He came up gasping for air after his quick tumble. His face reddened from the chill of the water and his whole body soaked from the huge splash he'd just made in the world. He swore under his breath as he got to his knees, his hands numbing under the frigid water. Wiping his face he slowly climbed to his feet. He was now sore all over from falling on a bed of smoothed brook stones, and his ego was bruised from knowing he'd gotten himself into this perdicament, and he was the only one that was going to get him out of it. He cursed himself for his lack forethought as he trudged out of the stream on the side he'd intended to reach in the first place. He knew he couldn't just sit around and wait to get warm, it would take too long to build a fire and by then he'd be frozen. No, his best bet was to keep heading down the mountain, find his car and get to the nearest motel he could find. That was his plan and he set off at a quick pace despite the ache in every inch of his body. He swore all the way as he hiked alongside the stream that had been his undoing. He swore he'd never go camping again! Over the next hour or so he was shivering quite a bit and the skies began to darken with the threat of either snow or rain... he was too cold to know if the air itself was cold enough for snow and he felt miserable. Either way, he knew he had to find someplace to get warm and soon, if he got even more wet it would be his health he was gambleing with. Getting sick right now was just not an option. He had to get the record out asap! Stumbling through the thick brush he tripped over a few jutting stones in the path, he was sure life was out to get him, especially when he fell and skinned his hand on a rocky ledge. Great, now it was certain that the recording would be held up. How was he supposed to play with his hand hurt? He grumbled on to himself. He'd have to play with his hand hurt, he'd done it before for shows on tour, why not on the album? Because the album was supposed to be perfect... it was ok to suck onece in a while on tour, that was life and life was messy... but on the album? That was just unexceptable. No, he'd have to bring in a studio muscian to take his place for a while... He was so lost in his thought and feeling miserable that he hadn't even noticed the cabin in the hollow, tucked away form the whipping winds until he was nearly ontop of it! But when finally did notice, he was ready to jump for joy. "Oh thank GOD! I hope someone's home, I'm freezing my ass off out here!" He complained just as it began to rain lightly. 'Perfect!' He thought as he hobbled abround the corner and stepped up onto the porch. He looked around, he was doubtful anyone was there, but he had to try. Tenetively he knocked on the door. No answer. He held his breath, knocking louder as the rain began to come down more. "Come on, come on..." He whispered to himself as he began to feel more desperate, knocking even louder. Finally he decided this was a desperate situation and it called for desperate measures. If he got arrested for breaking and entering so be it... at least he'd be warm. He tried the door and was surprized to find it open! "Hello?" He called out loudly. No answer. "Hellooo...!" He called out once more. Still no answer. He decided nobody was home. He entered the small cabin and shrugged out of his pack, setting it beside the door. He shut the door and looked around as he decided what he should do. No phone, he cursed once more for not bringing his cell phone. Then he reminded himself that the whole reason why he'd gone camping was to get away form it all... and his phone would no have let him do that. So he decided he should ease up on himself as he set about making a fire in the fireplace. Before long he had a nice roaring fire in the fireplace and was standing before it. He rubbed his hands together to try and get warm but he was still shivering. Maybe if he got out of his wet clothes... but he had no others, it was only supposed to be an over night camping trip. Screw it. He had to get warm, and he wasn't going to get warm very fast in his soaked clothes. He stripped down to his long joghns, not daring to take off anymore just incase someone came home and found him thusly. He hung his clothes over the back of a chair near the fire and reached into his pack for Zac's old sleeping bag. Damnit, it was wet too... He hung that up to dry as well and grabbed an old quilt off the back of the couch, sitting down before the fire to warm his acheing bones. He looked around the small cabin to pass his time, humming to himself. There weren't any pictures on the walls, and very little in the way of decoration. He decided it was most likely a guys cabin, some guy that just like to get away from civilization once in a while. He did however see an old guitar leaning in one of the corners near the bed, and something even more enticeing, a box of teabags on the shelf near the kettle that sat on a gas stove. With a grin he got up and put the kettle on to boil. A cup of tea would surely warm him up on the inside at least. He looked out the windows as he wandered around the room waiting for the water to heat. It was a spectacular view, but alas he could not see the visitors parking lot anywhere. Still, at least he was getting warm now, and as soon as he could, he would head out again and find his way back to his car, and back home once more. Before long he was sitting in front of a warm fire and had finnished a cup of warming tea, he felt dozey and lay down on the floor to watch the flames lick the firewall. Before he knew it, his heavy lids closed and he did indeed fall asleep. He lay curled up in the borrowed quilt, the empty teacup beside himself and the fire crackled away as it ate up the fuel he'd fed to it. Yet still he shivered for he was wet and had been badly chilled. Unbeknownst to him the owner of the cabin came back and entered warily, wondering why the darkened cabin was alight with the wash of firelight from the flames dancing in the fireplace that they were sure they had extinguished before leaving. The door was shut silently and they walked over to the lump under the quilt, a face peeking out with a wild mass of curls. He was fast asleep and the incriminating evidence of an empty tea cup and wet clothes and sleeping bag drying on the chair not far away told the whole story. They really weren't mad and knew it was an emergency. Still, it was best to wake the stranger invading their home. perhaps they needed help. "Hey... hey you... wake up." He stirred, still not uncurling form his position, he was still so cold despite the hot fire a few feet away. "Come on you... wake up. Do you need help?" A voice... a voice that was pulling him from sleep. A voice that he didn't recognize. Then it hit him, where he was and that he was intruding in someones home. Quickly he sat up despite the pain in his joints, his words came tumbling out too fast even for him to understand as he tried to focus. "I'm... I'm so sorry... I fell in the stream and lost my car.. I just needed to get warm and then it started to rain, I'll understand if you have me arested but I honestly had to it was an emergency..." A laugh interrupted him and he quickly shut up, bewildered as he finally realized it was a woman that sat before him, a smile of warmth on her face with a merry twinkle in her beautiful eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to laugh but you really shouldn't be so worried. Any fool could see that you needed help. Are you hurt? Do you need to radio someone to tell them you're ok?" She asked sweetly. He shook his head dumbly. "Good then. "I'm Candace McDoulan, I'm the park ranger for the east side of this park and this is my cabin. You are welcome to stay until you're ready to find your car. Do you know where you parked it..." She stopped, searching for a name. "I'm sorry, but you look familiar to me. Have you camped here before?" She asked him as if she were trying to place his name with his face. He smiled at her. "I want to thank you for not freaking out or getting mad when you came home to find a strange man in your house. And no, I've never camped here before... I don't think I'll ever be going camping again, at least not alone." He almost chuckled despite his situation. He then stuck out his hand to her. "Ike... Isaac Hanson, but everyone calls me Ike." He smiled at her politely. She rolled her eyes at herself for feeling so foolish. Of course she recognized him now. She laughed a bit. "Sorry about that... I knew you looked familiar." She said as she took his hand. "You're freezing! How long have you been here? By the looks of the fire a few hours, you should have gotten warmed up by now." She stated getting worried about him. He shrugged. It was her job to keep people safe in the park, and now she had to keep him from getting hypothermia. She stood up over him and stirred the fire. "You need to get out of the rest of those wet clothes. They are never going to dry on you under that quilt and you are never going to get warmer. I've got a pair of flannel pants that might fit you, a bit short but warmer none the less. But I'm afraid you are too big for any of my sweatshirts. You'll have to make do with the quilt, and a blanket off the bed if you are really cold. You also need to get some hot food into you. I'm glad you had the where with all to make yourself some tea. That probably helped a lot." She rambled on as she set about getting things together for him to get warmed up and bringing them to where he still sat before the fire on the floor. He just looked at her as she came back and stood before him. "Well, come on. Get up and get out of those wet things. Then I'll fix you some soup. That should warm you up." She demanded. He stood up, his muscles acheing as he dropped the quilt from his shoulders. He started to unbutton the top of his shirt, but when she didn't turn around he did, facing the fire with his back to her. Was she going to watch him get nearly naked? He wasn't usually self concious, but undressing in front of a strange woman? That was a bit too much for him. He felt a great relief when he heard her walk away toward the stove. As fast and his fingers could fly he peeled the long johns off, leaving them in a heap as he reached behind himself for the flannel pants she had lain on the seat of an old rocker. He slipped into them as fast as he could and curled up in the quilt once more. Immediately he felt a bit of the chill seep away from him as the soft material warmed from the fire that crackled past the hearth. He took up the other blanket she had brought over as well, wrapping that one around his shoulders too. He neared the fire, holding his hands out to it to keep the chill away. "Better now?" Her soft voice came from behind him. He turned and smiled at her. "Yes, thanks. I can't tell you how much I appreciate this. I'm sorry for putting you out though." "Nonesense. I rather enjoy the company for a change. It gets rather lonely up here sometimes. It's nice to just be able to listen to another voice." She told him as she bent to pick up his wet things. He reached for them too. "You don't need to do that. Here, let me..." He tried, but she was too fast for him and already had them in hand before he could get to them. "That's ok, you just rest up. You move like maybe you're a bit sore. Did you hurt yourself when you fell in the brook?" She asked as she hng his clothes all together. He nodded, pulling the blankets tighter around himself and letting his feet poke out from beneath to catch the naked warmth of the fire. "Nothing too serious. I just got a few bruises from falling on some rocks. Nothing that won't go away in a couple of days. I've had way worse from rock climbing... Hell. I've had way worse from just wrestling with my brothers!" He laughed. She joined him in the laugh, and by the fireside. "Well that's good to hear. Are you sure you don't want to radio home to let them know you're alright?" She offered once more. He shook his head. "No, I'm sure. Thanks for the offer though. They know where I am. Even if I don't." He laughed again. She did too, and he found her laughter a light in the dark that was his life as of late. "I'd better tend the soup." She said quietly walking away from him. He watched her from behind and had to reprimand himself for the things that were creeping into his mind. She was beautiful, but she was a stranger. Besides.,he'd just broken up with his girlfriend. He really didn't think he could handle another woman in his life for a while now. He just put it down to typical guy thinking. What guy didn't think about sex twenty four seven? She wasn't making it any easier though. She toed off her boots and slipped her socks off, wiggling her prettily painted toes. He was a sucker for girls that were just a little bit girly. She was really trying his resistance though when she next unbuttoned her uniform shirt and stripped down to a tank top beneath. He swallowed hard and tried not to let his thoughts get away from him. She washed her hands and opened the oven, grabbing a few things from a basket on the shelf and shoving a pan into the warm oven. He was more focused on her round ass as she bent over then what she was heating up... besides him. She stirred the soup, turning to him and he had to catch his breath when he saw her nipples were hard, making the tank top pull tight across her breasts. He jerked his eyes up and met her smile when she turned her head to speak to him. "I hope you like vegtable beef soup. I've got bisquits too." She said. 'I'll say' He thought to himself. Instead he just smiled and nodded. "Good. I have a couple of pieces of chocolate cake too. And I think the milk jug has enough for the both of us." She rattled off. He really wasn't listening. At the moment he was trying to make the hardness between his legs calm as she swayed to stir the soup, her attention on the pot but her profiled breasts still enticing him. He wanted nothing more then to groan right then, but thought maybe it wouldn't be very appropriate. He had to turn away, force himself not to look. Quickly he sat down on the floor, the couch blocking his view of most of her. The fire felt good to his chilled body, but he was already pretty warm from the inside now. His body thankfully calmed and the smell of the heating soup filling him, he was grateful when she sat a tray on the floor beside him. She gracefully sat besid him and smiled at him. "Eat up while it's still hot. Help youself to a bisquit too." She offered. He smiled at her, trying to keep his mind out of the gutter where it was so easily wandering earlier. "Thanks. It smells really good." He complimented, digging in. They ate in silence for a few minutes, but somehow, conversation started, and by the time she took away the first tray and brought back the two pieces of promised cake, a heart discussion was being persued. He found out that she was an only child that grew up in Montana. Her grandfather had been a park ranger and that had interested her enough to want to become one herself. She found out that being famous wasn't all it was cracked up to be and that he did indeed fight from time to time with his brothers and sisters despite the media portraying them as near perfect. "I'm just a guy. same as any other. I just happen to have a high profile job." He shrugged. She had laughed at that one. He loved to listen to her laugh. He found it easy to talk to her. a lot easier then any other woman he'd met. Especially his last girlfriend. Somehow the conversation wound it's way over to that subject as well. He found out that she had been engaged once, but had broken it off when she caught him cheeting. 'Ouch.' He thought to himself. Who would ever be stupid enough to choose someone else over her? "So what about you Romeo? Ever been serious?" She prompted. He shook his head. "Nah. I don't really have very good luck with women. Most of them can't take schedule and the last one... well, lets just say she didn't appreciate it when I tried to be romantic. She accused me of trying to buy her affection." He confessed. The pain of the truth stinging at his heart over the recent break up. "I'd never do that." He defended himself. "I believe you. You're just like Valentino." She decided, a self reflecting look in her eyes. He laughed. "Valentino? How so?" He chuckled. She grinned. "You know, that old silent film star. The romantic lead in all the best dramas before there were talkies." She explained. He nodded. "I know who you meant, just how am I like him?" He asked amused. She laughed a bit as she answered, shrugging her shoulders. "I don't know, you just seem the type. Not many men will admit they like to be romantic is all." She decided. He nodded in agreement. "Well, I guess I've always been like that kinda... but sometimes I skip all that stuff and go right for the point... she didn't like that either. I guess there wasn't any pleasing her. Besides. She was lousy in bed." He grinned, making her laugh heartily. She got up from the floor, taking the dirty dishes to the sink. "I guess you are like any othr guy. But it isn't like most women aren't like that either you know. Sometimes we want the romantic stuff too... and others we want to skip it all and just go straight to the sex. Variety is the spice of life you know." She teased as she came back to sit next to him beside the fire. "Really? Most women I know would never admit to that." He told her noticing that she was sitting closer then before. Sometime along he'd cast off one of the blankets and was starting to think that maybe he didn't need the first one anymore either. He let it fall from his shoulders, leaving it to drape over his lap. She eyed him for a moment before she answered him. "Well. I'm not like most women." She admitted. "I agree." He said a bit more huskily then he'd intended. He couldn't help it. Having her so close to him and the kind of conversation they were having... She noticed and thought maybe she'd better change the subject. She didn't want to look like a whore. "Are you feeling warmer? I noticed that you aren't all bundled up any more." She asked. He nodded. "I don't know why, I'm getting kinda cold myself." She said in an offhand way. Just trying to make conversation. He opened up the quilt. "Would you like it back? It's warmed me up." He offered. She didn't know what possessed her, but she found herself climbing into his lap! He wrapped the blanket around the both of them and he didn't seem to be complaining. In fact. He was ecstatic. He wrapped his arms around her cocooning them in the quilt by the fire and dipped his head to kiss her gently. It just seemed like the right thing to do. She kissed him back, hungrily and he had no doubt that it was the right thing to do. She wrapped her legs around his waist, inching forward in his lap to meld to his body. He was indeed warmed, in fact he was read hot. It was as if someone had sparked something between the two, the laws of nature pulling them together. Sifting her fingers through his mass of curls she sighed into his mouth. She'd been wanting to taste him ever since she had stood before him, flannel pants in hand to help him dry off and warm up. She'd found herslf rooted to the spot, unable to move. She thought she'd never seen anything more beautiful in her life... and when he'd begun to undress, she couldn't tear herself away to let him disrobe in private. She was grateful he'd turned around and released her from her spell. She had hurried to the kitchen to start some soup to warm him up... but found herself watching him undress. He moved too gracefully, not like any ordinary man. And when he'd stood there in nothing more then boxers, she thought for sure she would never be able to breathe again. When he reached behind himself for the flannel pants it made her snap out of her trance and get things together. After that, she had tried every possible subtle way to entice him that she could think of. She was certain that it had failed until the moment he allowed her to climb into his lap. Then when he kissed her... it set off fireworks! Their kisses were getting heated and she could feel him getting harder, his manhood pressing against her center. She moaned at the sensation, tossing her head back and grinding into him. He growled, biting at her neck, sprinkling sucking little kisses down to her collarbone. He cupped her heavy breasts, pushing them up to lap at the cleavage. Everything he did to her sent her further along. She wanted him so badly now she couldn't have possibly stopped herself. She'd never been like that over any man before. There was just something about him. Something that made her want him in the worse way. She pulled away from him for a moment, taking the time to peel her tank top off. He groaned as if he were in pain and she could feel him grow even harder beneath her. He dove for her nipples, teasing them mercilessly with his expert fingers and mouth. She thought she'd died and gone to heaven. He leaned her back, making her back arch as he took first one breast and then the other. "I want you so bad baby. Please tell me I can have you, please." He said in a gravelly voice against her damp skin. It made her shiver. She could hear his need and wanted so bad to feel him inside her, deep inside her. "Oh... yes Ike, I want to feel you fill me up." She whined, writhing under his torturous mouth. He pulled her up against his bare heaving chest. She could feel his straining shaft and it excited her, making her impatient. She rocked on him, her wet panties rubbing against her folds delightedly with his hardness beneath. He yanked the forgotten blanket over and pulled it in front of them. Then he lay her back, her pelvis cradling his hips as he pressed against her. It felt so good he tossed his head back, moaning into the quiet of the cabin. She licked her lips and devoured his supple neck, sucking hard and leaving a purple brand. Her tongue chased his adams apple, catching it briefly to give it a tender suck, making him moan. His nimble fingers found the catch of her pants, quickly tugging down her zipper. She raised her hips to aid him. He slid her pants off, leaving soft kisses down each leg until they were off. She raised her hips once more, her fingers digging into the sides of her panties and teasingly slowly, pulling them down. He growled, not able to take the pressure any longer and yanked them of her making her laugh. He did too, until she reached down and smoothed her hand over the rigid tent between his legs. He sucked in a breath and watched with dark eyes as she slowly pulled the drawstring to loosen the loaned pants. Getting to his knees he helped her pull down the waistband and his boxers, his manhood springing forth. It made her groan. She sat up, her hands going around his hips, fingers raking over the firm flesh of his ass as she pushed his clothing down his strong thighs. He struggled on his knees, but eventually succeeding in removing the offending garments finally. She leaned in, her tongue swiping over the damp head of his rod. He moaned in satisfaction. Her fingers played over his sac, crawling up to wrap around his shaft. Slowly she guided hiim into her mouth and he groaned with delight, his long fingers grabbing hold of her curly honey hair. "That feels so fucking good Candy" He moaned as she stroked him hard with her mouth. He gently fucked her mouth, loving the way she would take him all the way back to hit her throat, then suck off him slowly with great force. He could feel that tingle and didn't want it to end so soon so he tenderly pulled her off, his glistening member popping from her suction. He lay her back again, parting her legs with his strong hands. He lay a long line of kisses up her thighs in a random pattern, his warm moist breath blowing over her hot folds from time to time. It made her twitch with anticipation, her back arching when his mouth neared her sex. He would tease her with a small lick, or a gentle caress of her outter lips with his long fingers. It made her groan in frusteration. But she loved every second of it. Each time he would tease her, it would get longer, deeper. Eventually he began in earnest, sliding two long thick fingers into her slick hole and capturing her quivring nub in his mouth. She cried out with the joy of it. Immediately loosing her sanity with an instant orgasm. One like she had never felt before. No man had ever made her cum so quickly before. He fingered her gently, lapping lazily at her spilled juices until he had her nearly begging to give her what she really wanted. His cock. Long and hard and oh so ready. "I need you." She whined, her hips writhing as he sucked tenderly at her clit. He looked up to her, a final kiss to her center before he gave into her wishes. "If that's what you want. Then I'll have to give it to you." He said with a husky voice that made her melt inside. She couldn't wait any longer. Her hands pulled him to her as he settled between her legs. She kissed him ferociously, her fingers biting into the skin of his shoulders with her want of him to saite her. "Please Isaac I need it so bad." She cried. "Then that's what you shall have." He stated, easily sliding into her wet entrance. She cried out with the joy of it, her legs wrapping around him tightly and began to rock with him. Moving to a perfect rhythm that only they could hear. As he moved over her, he tasted of her sweet flesh, licking the bits of salt from between her breasts before nipping at a nipple. She moaned lustily, her hips thrusting at him as her orgasm neared. "Ike... oh... I'm gonna cum..." She cried out." He pounded into her harder, faster, her walls pulling at him making him work to hold it back just that much longer to give her what she needed. He was so ready to explode, desperate for it. "Cum for me Candy baby. I need to feel you cum on my cock. Take me with you please." He begged, a fever pitch to their movements, sweat dripping from his chin as he pumped into her. It was instant, that sweet moment when she called out her satisfaction that he was granted his own release. Burrying himself deeply in her he spilled his creamy sweetness. "Mmmm..." She purred at the warmth of the wetness he'd poured into her. He was spent, no longer able to hold himself up after his efforts and he slumped against her, his cheek pressed to her breast as he listened to her racing heart slow. He could feel his softening member begin to slip from her slick folds and that familiar drowsy feeling was just beginning to settle in. It was making him think it was going to be a task to get up off the floor and leave the warm fire to curl up in the blankets with her of the bed in the corner of the room. But his watch beepd, interrupting all of his thoughts. Out of habit he looked at it and and began to chuckle. "What's so funny?" She asked. He grinned up at her then got up on one elbow to look into her beautiful eyes. He kissed her softly then said. "Happy valentines day!" She laughed and kissed him back. "I have a feeling it's going to be." She quipped and they both laughed. |