by Henrika F
White lace curtains fluttered in the warm breeze. The sounds of birds singing trickled through the cracked window, gently waking Natalie from her slumber. She stirred, and as she opened her eyes, she smiled. Tom was still lying beside her. His eyes were blue as the sky glinting through the lace, his skin had the tell-tale tan of a sailor, his hair a delicious sun-bleached mess, and when he smiled a set of dimples appeared, making him look much younger than his years.
“Hey you.” He said and stroked her cheek. His hands had callouses, but his touch was gentle. Natalie bit back a smile as she thought about how not gentle he just had been with her.
“Did I sleep long?” She asked, already sad that she had wasted their precious time together.
“Not too long.” He said moving closer. “Come here.” He opened his arms, and she snuggled into his side hooking her leg over his. She trailed her fingers through the blonde hair on his chest.
She drew circles over his skin, her fingers slowly but surely trailing south over his abs.
“Natalie…” He murmured as she reached his already semi hard dick.
“What?” She feigned innocence, all the while she wrapped her fingers around his hardening erection. She stroked him gently at first, and then slowly she increased the pressure.
“We don’t have time.” He tried to protest, but his voice was hoarse, and his hands were already skimming over her skin. He cupped her breast, and rubbed her nipple between his fingers. She moaned and squirmed in response, her breasts still sore from before.
“Be late then.” She straddled him and kissed him deeply, her fingers in his hair.
“You know I can’t be late…” He paused and looked straight into her eyes, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “So we have to be quick.”
He grabbed her hips, and guided her onto him. In one smooth move, he was buried deep inside her. For a moment she reveled in the sensation of him filling her, and then she started rocking her hips. She rode him and he met her moves with his thrusts.
Tom flipped them over; Natalie’s petite body was totally conquered by his Viking like physique as he made passionate love to her. Pressing his lips on hers, he kissed her until neither could tell where she ended and he begun. He trust harder, faster, and didn’t let go of his control until the very moment she was screaming her release.
“That was amazing.” She panted.
“You are amazing.” He smiled, and then his eyes flicked up to the clock on the wall and all color drained from his face. “And I’m late.”
He jumped out of the bed, pulled on the clothes scattered around the room. Holding his shoes in one hand, he jogged over to the bed barefoot and bent down to kiss her once more.
“I’ll call you as soon as I can.” He said.
“I’ll be here, waiting.” She said and gave him a reassuring smile although she felt tears threatening.
Tom walked across the room and then stopped by the door and looked back.
“Later alligator…” He said.
“In a while, crocodile.” She said and he grinned, displaying his dimples in full Technicolor. And then he was gone.
She laid back, and staring at the fluttering curtain she got lost in thoughts. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get over the contradiction that was the man she had fallen in love with.