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Windmill Saga
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Windmill Saga
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He jumped when she kissed him. The taste of his mouth almost made her jump, as well. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Kissing my love. Kissing him at four a.m. Mountain Daylight Time. Better known as time for bed. If you are going to sleep, why do it alone?" "I'm running the grammar checker over the entire document. That always takes a while. Then I have to deal with the results, put in the headers, and send it off. Then I'll sleep." "Yeah, like a log. You won't be any fun then either." "You only love me for my body." "Not for your mouth, that's for sure. Why don't you brush your teeth while the computer works? Gargle with mouthwash while you're at it."
"I don't have to fake anything. You know I love you, it's just that the report is due tomorr... Today, by now. Didn't you feel my love in that hug?" She smiled and touched his semi-erection. "I felt this. Is that called your love?" She knew she had him then. As he hardened in her hand, his protests softened in her ears. She could tell that he had missed her. The computer competed for his attention, not his desire. She tossed off her night gown before helping him with his clothes. His hugs were now enthusiastic, and they rolled around on the bed like newlyweds before he pinned her. Kissing her breasts, he explored her folds with his fingers. She clasped his arm with her legs while he spread her moisture around. "So wet!" he said. She responded in kind, kissing the shoulder which was all she could reach while he was at her breast. The fingers of one hand trailed lightly over his ass; the fingers of the other grasped his cock. As she had intended, that ended foreplay. She spread her legs as he rolled on top of her. "What did you think I had been thinking about?" she asked as he hurriedly positioned himself. Then neither had time for coherent speech. She could feel the tension in his muscles as he fought for restraint while pressing slowly into her. When she rocked her pussy upward, the restraint disappeared. His ardor matched hers; her rhythm matched his. Arching with her climax, she pulled him tight into her. Then he came with shaking and grunts. A moment later he lay gasping on top of her. His breath evened and then turned to snores. "Sleep well, my love," she whispered as she slipped from under him. The project would flow more smoothly when he was rested. Cuddled against him, she found the rest which had eluded her in the empty bed.
"One! What time is it?" "Eleven thirteen." "The report was needed at a board meeting at nine-thirty Eastern Time. They'll fire me. They'll have to." He looked devastated. She went back to turn off the stove. He wouldn't want pancakes; pancakes were for celebrations. |
The End Windmill Saga Robert Brennan Copyright, Uther Pendragon anon584c@nyx.net 1997/07/06 2001/06/05 2002/08/01 2004/08/24 For another story involving one spouse caring for the other, see: "Not Working" Other imitations of the writing of Dulcinea are listed in: Dulcinea Tribute This story is indexed in the subdirectory: Wedded Lust The directory to all my stories can be found at: Index to Uther Pendragon's Website |