Page 30 of One Sultry Summer

I backed up and had her follow me to the bedroom. Removing my shoes and socks, I left a trail as we made our way to my bed. I searched her face looking for any hesitation. I admired her figure through her wet dress and licked my lips.

Slowly, she unbuttoned her sundress. My erection was straining to be released but I held on to my willpower. I stepped forward, ran my tongue over her lips, and proceeded to lick the top of her breasts. She moaned as I pulled her bra strap down, exposing her nipple and flicked it with my tongue.

She gasped when I tugged at her dress. It dropped to the ground and pooled at our feet. Her hands pushed me backward.

“Off with your pants!” She demanded, lifting an eyebrow. The corners of my lips curled into a smile. She’s hellfire, and it’s hot! I unbuckled my belt, slid my zipper down, and dropped my pants to reveal my Captain America boxers.

A smirk appeared on Valerie’s face. “Captain America, huh? I’m more of a Winter Soldier fan myself.” I crashed my lips into hers. I wanted nothing more than to continue the dance we started and discuss our shared interests later. But right this minute, I wanted to taste every bit of her.

My hands gripped her ass, and I picked her up. Her fingers gripped the back of my hair. We fell awkwardly onto the bed. We laughed as we adjusted ourselves, our bodies intertwining. Heated kisses led to more, as our bodies moved in sync.

Being a doctor, you would think I’d be more graceful. However, that was not the case. I clumsily unclasped her bra and threw it across the room. We both heard a crash as it hit something off my dresser. I didn’t bother to look, as I knew nothing I had would have broken, falling to the floor. We broke apart, our breathing erratic. We removed our underwear simultaneously, as if it was a race against time.

There was no doubt it felt as if our hearts were in sync while we lay skin to skin. I reached out and grabbed the condoms from my pants pocket that were next to the bed. I slid it over the tip of my shaft, her eyes watching my every movement. Once it was fully on, I positioned myself, so I was hovering above her. I couldn’t help being mesmerized by her eyes. I kissed her again, this time slower, longer. I pushed slowly into her entrance, inch by inch, watching her beautiful face for any discomfort or hesitation.

When I was seated deep inside, I movedslowly, rhythmically and she matched my movements. Her fingernails dug into my back as I increased my speed. The room was filled with our shared breaths and soft moans. Our passion ignited. We lost ourselves in each other, savoring every touch and kiss. The night became a blur of desire and connection, leaving us both breathless and fulfilled.

I woke up to the sound of that asshole, Sir Clucks-A-Lot, crowing. I turned over and found the bed empty. Worried about Valerie knowing her clothes were probably wet, I sat up in my bed. That’s when I noticed her perched in the chair next to my window, cozily wrapped in a soft blanket, gazing thoughtfully out into the distance. The light from the rising sun cast a warm glow around her, highlighting the peaceful expression on her face as she seemed lost in her own world.

I pulled the covers off my body, picked up my boxers from the floor and briefly thought aboutslipping them on, then thought better of it and tossed them back to the floor. I padded my way over to Valerie and wrapped my arms around from behind and whispered. “What are you doing out of bed?”

She tilted her head and looked at me. “I woke up kind of early and thought I’d let you sleep.”

“Next time, wake me up, and we can have another go at making love.”

She blinked her eyes. “Next time?”

She wasn’t questioning that I used the words making love, which surprised me. “What? You don’t want to have sex again? I know we started awkwardly, but I think we found our rhythm eventually.”

“You don’t think we’re rushing into this?” She let out a breath.

I moved and squatted so we were face to face. “Is that what you’ve been thinking about all morning?” She nodded her head. “Listen, I don’t think we’re rushing into anything. I don’t knowabout you, but I have this undeniable pull to you that I haven’t had in a long time. Yes, I don’t deny that I can be a dick sometimes.”

The early morning silence broke when she let out a laugh. “I think we’re both guilty of being dicks.” A slight curve played at the corners of my lips. “I’ll be right back.” I went to the bathroom, and when I returned, she was still sitting where I had left her. “Here, stand up for a second.” She stood, blanket and all. I sat on the chair and patted my lap, inviting her to sit. She opened the blanket, dropping it onto the floor. My dick stood at attention as she stood in front of my window, naked as the day she was born.

I was planning to cuddle with her in the chair and watch the sunrise, but I liked her plan better. Our lovemaking this time was tender, not awkward like before. All the previous awkwardness was mainly on my part as I haven’t had a physical relationship since Lauren died. I know in my heart of hearts; she wouldn’t wantme to be alone for the rest of my life. After we made love, we sat and watched the sun rise over the apple orchard, as the sky was now clear again. I found myself feeling content with Valerie in my arms.

Chapter 11

Valerie Masterson

The man looks amazing naked, but what’s even sexier is seeing him preparing to cook me breakfast. I want to know where I can sign up for this full time. I’m enjoying sitting here, freshly showered in nothing but his T-shirt and a smile. Frankly, I have no other choice as my clothes are in the dryer.

“So, let me clarify. You’re a lacto-ovo vegetarian?”

“Yes. I eat eggs and dairy. Being as young as Emily is, I thought perhaps I would confuse her, so I told her I was a vegetarian.

“That’s great!”

“That I confused Emily?”

“What I mean is, this gives me more options to create something special, so I’ll make an omelet.” He took out a cutting board, along with vegetables and eggs from the refrigerator, and placed them on the counter. I watched with amazement at his cutting technique.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

“Where did you learn how to cook?”

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