Neither of them could have been any prepared for what happened two days later. It was as if all the avoidance and space they’d been trying to give each other was soon going to come to a clash, and no better than on a day when they were least prepared for.
It was a morning just like any other, although the sky had opened earlier with heavy showers of rain. Marie was getting late for work and she had just finished having her bath and was hurrying off towards her bedroom down the hall. Curtis was coming up from the stairs, having just gotten rid of breakfast and seeing how heavy the rain was falling was rushing back to his room to shut his windows. Curtis was on the top of the stairs, hardly looking forward and gave a startled ‘Look out!’ shout too late before Marie collided into him.
They fell to the floor with Marie landing on top of him. Her towel came loose and as Curtis tried to help her up they both realised she was naked with her breasts pressed against his chest. They muttered quick apologies to each other. Their eyes held each other as if charmed. It was then that it happened.
She held onto him as if scared that he might suddenly start to fade away and then she would realise that indeed this was all a dream.
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Their faces moved simultaneously and their lips met and enclosed in a kiss. The kiss felt rushed, nearly tentative. Seconds later their lips parted and together their tongues met at the junction. Marie’s towel slid off her body. They rolled on their side, their lips locked in a fierce kiss while their hands caressed each other’s body. Marie was gasping for air when Curtis finally broke it off. He got up to his feet and helped Marie up. They stood there holding hands, staring into each other’s eyes. Marie’s features were flush with excitement. Drops of water dotted her body; her nipples stood straight off their areola ring. Goosebumps broke out on her arms. She was nervous at the same time excited, standing there shivering like a school girl who’d just gotten her first kiss. Curtis too was just as nervous and excited as she was, though he tried to remain cool about it. He too had been wanting for this moment to happen and never figured it ever would. He was aware of Marie being a widow, and little did she realise until then that he too had been having a lot of midnight thoughts of her building in his mind.
“Well,” she said, then laughed nervously. “Where do we go: your room or mine?”
“Let’s make it mine,” he answered.
Curtis scooped her up in his arms and carried her towards his bedroom door. Her towel lay on the carpeted floor forgotten for the time being.
He kicked his door in and laid her on the bed. He went to close to windows from the rain splattering inside then turned around and began taking off his clothes. He threw them on the floor and Marie half sat up on the bed, her mouth came unhinged as she marvelled at his physique. She told him to come closer. Curtis climbed upon the bed and Marie felt her hands on his chest. She cupped his hardened breasts, loved the muscled outline of his abs, and felt over the hills and valleys of his arms and shoulders. She sensed her pussy raging like a dam about to burst its walls any second. She had never been this sexually fired-up in a long time.
“I have dreamed of this moment for so long,” she muttered as she planted kisses on his torso.
She held onto him as if scared that he might suddenly start to fade away and then she would realise that indeed this was all a dream. She pressed her body against his as her kisses climbed up the side of his shoulders and clavicle and up to his neck.
“Ohhhh . . . Uhh-Uhhhhh . . . God!” she moaned like a wounded animal. “Uuhhh . . . It’s been so long! SO FUCKING LONG!”
Enjoy this excerpt from my adult-romance novel: In May Comes Summer.
PhilOyok 