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ERIC
Frustrated, I pace my bedroom at the B&B.
It’s been three days since I last had Alexa.
It’s been three days too damn long.
Miranda hadn’t been available to stay with Jenny the past two nights due to other family commitments. Tonight, Miranda was available, but it was Alexa who hadn’t been able to get away. She had a new horse arriving and needed to stay at the barn, to ensure he settled in properly.
While I’d made a point of dropping by during the daytime over the past three days, Alexa had scolded me whenever I tried to convince her to take a break as I tried to steal her away for just a few moments to satisfy this simmering need within me to touch her again. But her scolding hadn’t deterred me from going back day after day.
As long as I could watch her, I’d decided that was enough for me because I promised myself the evenings and nights would be mine.
It turns out I was wrong in that respect too.
Staying with her in the evenings were even worse because I had to sit through dinner next to her, sporting a hardon just from her close proximity but knowing that I couldn’t touch her with her young daughter in the room. So, I forced myself to wait patiently for the clock to tick its minutes by so I could attempt to coax her into allowing me to take her to bed.
But, every night, Alexa sent me home once Jenny’s bedtime rolled around.
And I was becoming sexually frustrated and irritable.
Pushing a hand through my hair, I remember how I’d watched Alexa today.
Her jeans pulling tight across her ass as she bent to lift the water bucket...
Her breasts pressing against the buttons of her shirt as she shovelled out stall after stall.
I’d jumped right in, trying to help her by giving her a break, hoping she’d give in to taking a break and let me seduce her. I’d taken the water bucket from her hand, and then the shovel from her other hand, but she ended up moving right on to another chore, not even giving me a second glance as she left me to my chores.
Leaving me aching to have her while struggling to keep up with her whirlwind of a schedule.
The truth was, the woman never stopped.
She was like a cyclone as she went about her daily routine.
During the day, she kept to a schedule, never deterring from it. If she wasn’t cleaning the barn or feeding the horses, she was training them or mending fences. She was like Emma when it came to work ethic, and I came to admire her more and more over the past three days.
To deeply respect her.
But now...
I was god damn sexually frustrated at the lack of one on one time with her and here I was, three days after convincing her to take me back, spending yet another night alone.
“Fuck this!” I say aloud to the empty room.
Striding across the room, I grasp the doorknob, twist it, and give it a yank.
Taking the stairs down two at a time, I collide into Glenda, knocking all the clean and neatly piled linens she had been carrying from her arms.
“Sorry,” I murmur and then squat to hastily pile the linens back into some replica of the pile she had been carrying.
I know I’m failing as she takes the linens from my hand, saying, “Someone’s anxious to be out the door.” Within a few seconds, she has them all collected back up in her arms, the perfectly folded ones now mixed in with the ones I’d messed up in my haste to leave.
“Sorry,” I murmur again, gesturing to the now messy pile in her arms. “I’ll refold them.”
A crack of laughter erupts from deep in her chest as she shakes her head, saying, “Somehow I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
She moves away from me, heading back to the laundry area, but she pauses along the way to look back at me to say, “But it sure does look good to see you so alive. Say hi to Alexa for me.”
Then, with a wink, she disappears into the laundry room down the hall.
Shaking my head, I silently tell myself to pull myself together.
But I can’t.
I’m too on edge.
I’m desperate to at least see her tonight.
Walking to the front entrance, I push the screen door open and once again take two steps at a time.
On my way to Alexa’s, I convince myself that she wants to see me too but when I pull up to her house at 9:30 in the night, I begin to doubt myself.
I contemplate turning around, but the force drawing me to her is stronger.
After pulling my car to a stop, I hesitate for a moment as I stare at the window with the only light on.
How will she react upon seeing me? She had been implicit that I not stay the night.
But I can’t stay away any longer.
Sighing deeply, my will to see her stronger than anything else, propels me forward.
Taking the steps up to her front entrance slowly, I arrive at her front door and just stare. I’ve been here during the day, but this seems somehow...more intimate.
I’ve never been inside her house at night and I know I’m pushing for a line to be crossed. But like anything when it comes to Alexa, I’m unable to stop myself.
Lifting my uncontrollable and trembling hand, I open the screen door and knock softly on the inner one so I don’t wake Jenny.
When Alexa swings the door wide open a few seconds later, I register the shock and surprise on her face.
“Eric...” she says as her eyes seem to drink me in. “What are you doing here?”
“I couldn’t stay away any longer,” I murmur softly.
Honestly.
I was learning, and accepting, that my heart was here...
With her.
She’s the only reason why I came back to my vineyard. All my businesses run like a well-oiled machine so there was no real need for me to be here.
Nothing, but her.
So that’s why I’m standing here on her step, knowing my heart is in my eyes, desperately begging her to allow me in.
She smiles softly, a little shyly at me, but then she holds the door open wider for me to enter. My heart feels as if it’s lifted from my chest as I take the step inside. I can’t resist sweeping her up and into me for a kiss.
She tastes like blueberries and I only want to taste more.
But I’m also aware that there is a very small human in the house and that makes me nervous.
Releasing her just slightly, I finally notice the apron she is wearing and how tired she seems to look tonight.
“Are you okay?” I ask her in a murmur, cautious to keep my voice down.
She nods, smiling a tired smile as her hand comes up to the back of my neck.
Despite her tiredness, she seems happy that I’m here.
“Is it okay that I’m here?” I ask, once again in a murmur.
She smiles once again and then replies softly, “Yes. Jenny is asleep. As long as you are gone before she wakes.”
I nod and lean my head down to hers for another kiss.
She sighs into my mouth, as if she is very content, her hands tightening in my hair.
Moaning, I lean down, wrap my arms tighter around her waist to lift her off her feet.
“I couldn’t stay away one more night,” I admit against her lips.
“I’m so glad you came,” I hear her murmur in return against mine.
Our kiss grows deeper, more ravenous until I can’t help but want so much more.
“Where’s your bedroom?” I whisper.
“Up the steps and first door on the left,” she replies softly.
Not wasting another moment, I bend and sweep her up. Taking the steps as quickly as I can, I locate her room. Thankfully the door is open, and her bedside light is on, clearly lighting my way to her very small twin bed.
My heart jumps at the sight as it reiterates the fact that Alexa is not used to sleeping with men. It would be impossible for two people to sleep in such a small bed, but my plans had nothing to do with sleeping.
Laying her down on it, I quickly cross back to the door and softly shut it. Then I’m back to Alexa, pulling her up into a seated position to remove the apron.
“What were you making?” I ask, even as I reach to unbutton her shirt and then her bra.
“Blueberry muffins for breakfast,” she replies.
Leaning down, I whisper against her lips, “That’s why you tasted so delicious.” I kiss her as I pull her bra straps down her arms. As her breasts pop free, I stand back to look at her.
“Then again, you’ve always tasted delicious,” I say as I allow my eyes to drink in her perfectly formed, full breasts.
She lies back against the bed, her eyes staring into mine as she says invitingly, “Then come taste some more.”
Quickly obeying her, I reach down and undo her jeans. Grasping them, along with her underwear by the waist, I tug them down her gorgeously toned legs and let them drop to the floor. Not hesitating, I quickly spread her legs with my knee and then I’m kissing those perfect breasts as they rise and fall, trembling, from her every breath. I feel her hands in my hair, tugging – demanding – that I continue, and her wish is my command.
Lifting my head, moving myself up her body, holding myself above her until I’m perfectly aligned with her body, I allow only my cock to touch just the tip of her entrance. I watch as she gasps, her upper body arching up and into me.
Wanting me every bit as much as I want her.
Leaning my head down, I open my mouth and suck a nipple inside, swirling my tongue around it.
“Please, Eric...” I hear her whisper.
Smiling, I release her nipple before moving to the other side. Her hands tug hard, still in my hair, warning me to keep going.
So I do.
Releasing her nipple, I look down into her face as I quickly flex my hips, sliding in deep.
“Fuck you feel so good, Alexa...” I murmur, still holding myself above her. I love to watch how I can make her eyes change from a desperate need to completely satisfied after I’ve made her cum.
“Eric...” she whispers her plea and I know what she wants.
Lifting my hips, I slowly withdraw, but then I plunge myself back in deep, watching how she bites her bottom lip.
I feel one hand move from my neck and then I feel it grasping my ass tight.
I gasp at the sensation, this time allowing her to watch how she makes me feel when she touches me...
Wanting her to watch how I feel when I’m deep inside of her.
Once again withdrawing myself from her depths, I hold her eyes but this time when I plunge back into her, I don’t savor the moment any longer.
Because I’m losing control.
It’s been three god damn long days without being able to touch her, take her, like I wanted.
After gyrating my hips in a slow circle, feeling myself touch her so very deeply, I continue to keep myself lifted on my forearms, once again allowing our bodies to only touch where we are connected. Holding her eyes, I withdraw and then plunge into her, over and over again, also allowing her to watch the effect she has on me.
I can see in her eyes when she is about to cum and I hold myself back, wanting to feel every shake and tremor that I’ve made her feel.
And when it comes, it takes all of my strength to hold back, as she grasps my cock tight within her.
I force myself to wait until she has come back down to earth, her eyes questioning me silently as to why I’ve held myself back. But lust is now overtaking the control - consuming me - and I can’t hold back any longer. Throwing my head back, I feel the muscles of my neck clenching tight, as I withdraw and plunge into her a few more times. When my release comes, I drop my forehead to hers so that she is staring straight into my eyes, allowing her to see exactly just what she does to me.
What only she has ever had the capability to do to me.
Out of breath, I collapse on her for a moment before my brain kicks in enough to make me realize I may be hurting her. Stiffening, I lift myself to pull out, but Alexa’s arms and legs come around me tight, preventing me from moving without taking her with me.
“No way,” she whispers into my ear. “I want you to stay just like this.” I feel her breath sigh contentedly into my ear as she whispers softly, “If only for a moment longer.”
I’ve never felt anything like this before.
I’ve never had a woman hold me so tight before, never wanting to let me go.
Yet this tiny woman, whom for some odd reason I don’t seem to be crushing with my much larger size, doesn’t want to let me go.
Yes, Alexa, - my heart whispers silently. Never, ever let me go again.