Connie woke up wrapped up in Thomas's arms; he tightened his hold on her when she tried to pull away from his embrace. Eventually, he let her go rolling over onto his back. She opened the blinds so the morning sun could shine down on his body. She pulled the covers down and studied his magnificence in detail.
She loved the color of his bronze skin. His chest was smooth and well defined; he had a tattoo of a wolf on the left side of his chest. The tattoo was like nothing he ever saw before; it was a true work of art. His fur coat midnight black and his eyes were emerald green, it's how she imagined Thomas would appear as a wolf.
She followed the dusty trickled of hair that ran down the middle of his taught body and became a thick nest of hair from which his beautiful cock sprang. She licked her lips anticipating tasting him once again. Her fingers brushed across his immense length and watched as it swelled in response. Connie continued her perusal down his long muscular legs. The dusting of hair on his legs seemed to accentuate his alpha male persona.
"Are you just going to stare at my body all morning or are you going to give me some action." Thomas opened his eyes to see Connie in a playful mood. He was glad that she accepted his claim on her.
Connie proudly sat naked on her bed still unable to believe what happened last night. "Well I'm new to this, I've never let a man spend the night, and I'm unfamiliar with morning after etiquette."
Thomas grabbed her arm and dragged her across his body. "I believe it starts with how we left off. I give you another mind shattering orgasm. You feed me, and we do it again."
Connie kissed him as she ran her hands lovingly down his body, pausing at several stages along the way. "I can handle that. I hope you don't have any plans today. We got about six to seven inches of snow. I usually go into work on Saturdays during tax season, but not today. That gives me more time to focus on you."
"Constantina, there's no place else I'd rather be, keep sexing me up and I'll be you're devoted slave."
Connie took his half erect cock into her mouth, working the mushroom tip with her tongue as she massaged his glands. He lifted himself eagerly into her mouth trying to force himself down her throat. She quickly lifted her head and jerked on his hardened length. "This is my show Thomas, lay back and let me do the work." She continued to massage his swollen length as she licked and kissed every inch of his genitals.
Thomas couldn't stand her brand of torture any longer; he grabbed her head urging her to take him back in her mouth. "Constantina finish me off baby."
Connie sucked him off hard willing him to explode inside her mouth. She felt his body tense then the flood gates seemed to open up. She sucked and swallowed his cum as quickly as he released it. He groaned when she took everything that he had to give. Connie lifted her head and searched Thomas's face, his skin flushed and his nipples erect.
"I would die from heart failure if your morning after etiquette was any better. Now let me return the favor." Thomas flipped her onto her back, holding her arms above her head as he maneuvered himself between her legs.
"Do you need handcuffs? I need your hands to be free so I can achieve the ultimate satisfaction."
"You blow my top off, and suddenly you have a big head."
"I think you're the one with the...uhmm, big head." Connie looked pointedly at his semi erect cock lying on her stomach. "The handcuffs are in the nightstand."
"I don't need handcuffs to make you come."
He moved faster than lightening, Thomas had Connie on her stomach rubbing his thick length between her butt cheeks before she could blink. Thomas sucked and nibbled his way down her back listening intently for the little catches in her throat. He yanked her up on her knees, pressing her head down into the pillow.
Thomas could feel Constantina become still as he explored the scars on her body. "Trust me Constantina; trust me with all of your body."
"I'm trying it's not easy exposing myself this way." Connie thought about lovers in the past, those who only had sex with her in the dark and others who became disgusted after seeing her scars.
Thomas could see the faint scars along the base of her back and fullness of her ass. He continued to explore her body, kissing and licking her scars, real and imagined. Her labia and thighs were discolored, some areas redder than others. He worshiped her body, letting her know that he wanted her scars and all.
He spread her nether lips and probed her slit with his fingers. She was wet, but she wasn't feeling his caresses. He probed deeper and harder until he heard Constantina moan his name. "Yes baby, now we're getting somewhere. He continued to probe her with two fingers as he tugged on her clit before taking it into his mouth.
Connie was like a coiled spring, there was no quick way to bring her off. Thomas was patient and so determined that she would come on his terms. How many nights had she dreamed about a man who would take his time to ensure her orgasms? "Thomas I'm almost there."
"I know baby." Thomas reached for one of the condoms he left on the nightstand and donned it quickly. He replaced his fingers with his cock thrusting deep inside her. His hands moved to her hips, and he took his time riding her into bed. He wanted Constantina to realize that no other man was going to make love to her this way. "You're mine Constantina."
Connie felt hot and cold at the same time, she felt the little electric shocks deep in her core as Thomas worked his magic. "Thomas please, let me come!"
Thomas used her wetness to glide his fingers over her clit as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. Constantina body began to shake as she cried out his name. He felt the heat of her cum through the condom and came shortly afterwards. He pulled out of her and quickly disposed of the condom.
When he came back to the bed, Constantina continued to lie on her stomach trying to catch her breath. They both were tired and sweaty. "Do you want to take a shower?"
Connie shook her head in the negative, she didn't think she could move right now if she wanted to. "I need to recover."
Thomas laughed as he slid into bed next to her covering them both up. He couldn't keep his hands off her, so he began rubbed her back waiting for her to calm down. "You want to tell me about the fire."
Connie turned to look at him. Thomas's hair was in disarray, and both of them needed a thorough shower. Yet here he was lying next to her, his eyes full of empathy showing her that he cared. "We lived in a poor neighborhood in some small town, in Iowa. My mother couldn't keep a job, but she had plenty of men friends to buy her booze and supply her with drugs.
David was four, and I had just turned seven. The night of the fire our mother left us alone and made me promise that I would stay in bed. We only had one television in the house, and I would sneak downstairs after David went to sleep to watch TV.
On the night of the fire, 'West Side Story' was coming on later that night and I was determine to see the musical. I promised my mother that I would stay in my bed, but as soon as David fell asleep, I snuck downstairs and watched the movie. It was everything I hoped for; I loved the singing. I even pretended as if I were one of the dancers in the movie.
I fell asleep on the living room floor and woke up when I heard a crackling sound. I saw flames coming from the kitchen. Little did I know that the fire had already reached the second floor. I ran to the stairs, but embers from the second floor fell trapping me on the stairs before I could save David. My nightgown caught on fire, but a fireman reached me and put the flames out. I kept yelling for David, but the fireman rushed me out of the house into waiting arms.
Eventually another fireman found David, but it was too late he carried David's lifeless body out of the house and took him to the other waiting ambulance. That was the last time I saw David. I swear that I saw my mother's face in the crowd. I called to her, but she never came forward."
Thomas caressed her face and wiped away her tears as she told her story from hell. "It's okay baby, let it out. I have a feeling you've been holding this in for most of your life." He pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead before she laid her head on his chest.
Connie listened to Thomas's heartbeat a few minute before continuing her story. He was a strong man and he would be able to hear her story without turning away from her. "I was flown to the burn center in Lincoln. My nightgown had melted to my body leaving horrible burns on my lower back, thighs, and genitals. I can almost feel the pain as I remember the doctor removing my skin along with my gown.
I think the worst part was when they took me to the debridement chamber where they scraped the dead skin from my body. They would give me antibiotics, and they were extremely careful about the pain medication administered to me. I had to undergo several skin grafts over the course of the year.
I heard that my mother was arrested for some crime unrelated to the fire. She gave up custody of me, and I became a ward of the state of Nebraska. I ended up in several foster homes before I finally came to live with Momma Lettie. I was ten years old and felt like an old woman. The scars aren't the only reminder of the fire. The hair on my hair turned white because of stress and pain of the burns. My hair used to be a pale blond.
When I saw my mother in the crowd that night, I knew that she started the fire as sure as I knew that David was dead. When I saw her face, I could tell that she was angry that I survived. I always wondered why she wanted to kill us. What was wrong with me and David that she wanted us to die?"
"Constantina, your birth mother was clearly a psychopath. There's nothing wrong with you that the love of a strong man can't handle. You've got a heart made of gold, you're loyal, and your hot little body keeps me coming back for more. Momma Lettie was your true mother, she obviously loved you. You've been raised in a loving household, and that's why you're the giving person that you are."
Connie was quiet, absorbing Thomas's words. "I'm tired Thomas, and I'm probably going back to sleep, but I promise when I wake up I'll make you a feast fit for a king."
Thomas smiled, knowing that whatever this thing he and Constantina have wasn't going to fade away. He's going to hold on tight and never let her go. "I'm gonna hold you to that." He was tired too, he tightened his arms around her as he went back to sleep.
***
When Connie woke the second time it was after 1:00 p.m. She got out of the bed without waking Thomas and took a quick shower. It was a good thing she went to the grocery store early this week. She planned a menu in her head as she came back to her bedroom pulling on a pair of pants and a sweatshirt.
"What are you doing?"
Connie smiled at Thomas who looked like an unmade bed. "You need to take a shower, by the time you get out I'll have your lunch ready." She felt her heart beat speed up when he took a heated perusal of her body with his lust laden green eyes. "No Thomas we can't stay in bed all day. Well, not until we get some nourishment." She left the room as he pulled down the covers, she didn't trust herself not to jump his body.
Thomas laughed at Constantina as she fled the bedroom; he took a quick peek outside. He wasn't going to wear his tuxedo all weekend, good thing for him that he still had his luggage in his car. Of course, he was going to have to endure the snow in his wingtips. He put on his clothes and braved the cold and snow to grab the suitcase from his car that still had clean clothes.
Connie was waiting for him as he re-entered the house. "Why didn't you tell me that you needed something from your car I would have gotten it for you?"
Thomas was shocked that her sidewalk and driveway were cleared; the person or persons even took the time to clean off his car. "How did you get your driveway and sidewalk cleared so fast?"
Connie shut the door behind him, "A kid in the neighborhood takes care of my yard all year long. When other kids his age are sleeping in, he's out making money. "If he had your car keys he would have pulled you car out of the driveway and cleared it. It's no problem though; he'll get it later after you leave. I don't know what I'm going to do when he graduates from high school.
Thomas stood there not taking his eyes off her. Are you in a rush to get rid of me?"
Connie saw the brooding look on his face, did he seriously think she was ready to let him go. "Oh no, you're not going anywhere. I believe I promised you a demonstration with my toys."
Thomas held his breath the whole time she spoke, he didn't know what he would do if she kicked him out. "Constantina I'm a willing participant." He kissed her and headed back to her bedroom.
Connie enjoyed watching him walk back to her bedroom. Wow! Thomas really is a lot of man; he looks good coming and going. "I'll have your lunch ready by the time you're done showering."
***
Connie made hot ham and cheese sandwiches with cottage fries and a fruit salad. She was just setting up everything on the kitchen table when Thomas walked in straight from the shower. His eyes told her that he was hungry for more than food, but he would settle for food right now. "What would you like to drink? I have fruit juice, milk, beer, cola, and I also have water."
Thomas sat down at the table realizing that he was starving as the aroma from his plate reached his nose. "You weren't kidding about a feast. Usually I eat a bowl of cereal and then I might pick up something later from a fast food joint for dinner."
Since Thomas didn't answer her about a beverage, she got a glass of water for both of them. "This isn't a feast Thomas, this is a late lunch. If you're nice to me, I might make you a shrimp gamberi with a white sauce. I could also make you meatloaf, macaroni and cheese, a green bean salad, and homemade rolls."
Thomas stopped chewing his food when he heard her say homemade rolls. "You can really make all that?"
"Yes, I can actually make all of that. I'm not a girly girl like my friends Samantha and Jenna, but my momma taught me how to cook. Lucky for you that I went to the store earlier this week, so the cupboard is full."
"Whatever you decide to make I will be in seventh heaven? Now I suggest you finish your lunch, so you have enough energy to last you the afternoon. I haven't had a woman in months, ever since you caught my eye. My self imposed sexual drought is over."
Connie took her time finishing her lunch. She wasn't going to be rushed, not even for Thomas. "I'm a slow eater, why don't you tell me about you family."
"What do you want to know?"
"Everything. When I found out that Joanie Galvin was your mother I couldn't believe it. I mean she is so..."
"Let me finish that sentence for you. Joanie is a delightful person; she's funny, caring, and a wealth of information. How could she possibly have such an egotistical son like Thomas Galvin?"
Connie laughed at Thomas's self abasement."Those aren't the exact words I would use, but the sentiment was the same."
"My mother is a strong woman, and I know that I've been a disappointment to her at times. I opened up a law firm with my wife after graduating from law school. She was part of Omaha's elite: Miss Aksarben, her father was a respected judge, and all the Anglo hotshots wanted her. In their eyes, I was a dirty Indian who didn't know his place."
Their lighthearted banter got serious quick. "Thomas I want to know everything about you, but not if you have to dredge up an unpleasant past."
Thomas was disappointed to see Constantina's playful mood evaporate; he was serious about establishing a relationship with her. Therefore, that meant explaining an inglorious past, which made him infamous. "I want you to hear from me about my ex-wife and the court case that dragged my name through the mud. I was so proud of my Native American heritage that I started using my middle name Greywolf."
"I remember seeing ads and bulletin boards all over Omaha about Thomas Greywolf Galvin. Why did you stop using your middle name?"
Thomas took a sip of water and gave her a smile of self-derision. "I was so busy showing everyone that I was a successful Native American that I couldn't see the deception under my own nose. My ex-wife Elise and I were becoming the "it" couple in Omaha. There wasn't a party we weren't invited and our list of rich and powerful clients escalated.
Then I got wind of some nasty rumors that our clients were losing money on bogus land deals; deals that I knew nothing about. Some of the powerful clients filed suit and our other clients quickly jumped on the bandwagon. We quickly went from being Omaha's darlings to the scourge of the city. The middle name I so proud was flashed all over the nightly news and newspapers. Hell, we even made the national news."
Connie sat there quietly listening to what was obviously a lousy time in his life. Did he really think she wouldn't want him in her life because of his past? "You don't have to rehash your past Thomas..."
Thomas ran his forefinger down her cheek. "Yes I do, I want you to realize that I'm not that same clown. I learned my lesson. Anyway, all of my assets were frozen, and my parents stepped in and hired the best lawyer in the mid-west for me. After a year of accusations and court drama, I was found innocent, and my wife ended up in prison."
"So you stopped using your middle name because you feel as though tarnished it?"
"Greywolf was my grandfather's name, he was a proud Santee Sioux, and I brought shame to his name."
Connie got up and grasped his face, "you have nothing to be ashamed of Thomas!"
Thomas pulled her into his arms. "If I hadn't been so intent on showing everyone how smart and successful I was. I probably would have seen the disaster my trophy wife was stirring up around my head. I learned whom my true friends are, and I realized that my family is stronger than I gave them credit. Now that you've finished your lunch, and you heard all the details of my past. I'm ready for you to tease me into submission."
Connie was glad to see that they day hadn't been ruined. Thomas was back in rare form and ready to take up where they left off in the bedroom. She grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hallway to her bedroom. "This may take the next couple of days; I have a whole dresser full of toys."
Thomas picked her up and carried Constantina the rest of the way to her bedroom. "Again my sweet Constantina, I'm at your disposal."
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