Burned Gasoline (8 page)

              Taking small sips of the chilled wine while walking by the table top she picked up more items along the way to join the other sheets in the wash. For a quiet night at home, cleaning, drinking wine, admiring the chill nature outside in the dusk, she was missing the surprise she’d been promised a few days ago. Amidst the sound from the TV the quiet knock on the side door didn’t go her unnoticed. A tall figure stepped back from the frosted glass window decorating the top of the door, obviously waiting for someone to unlock it and hopefully let him in. She knew the outlines of his face and the three knock technique touching the door.

              “Hi.” She said softly, leaning against the open door not ready to let him through quite yet. “I wasn’t expecting you tonight, it’s almost nine o’clock and you have a work day like everyone else tomorrow.” She continued, smiling at him, raising an eyebrow to await his answer.

              “Long day, too many things to do. Guess people are in desperate need to have their cars up and running before the storm chases in over the hills. Heard the chill is supposed to come in overnight.” He said low, hands pushed down far in his pockets, jacket sitting tightly around his hunched up shoulders.

              “You do look a bit cold. And tired. You want to go home and sleep, and we’ll see each other some other day?” She asked, still tilting her body against the open door, holding on to the door handle.

              “You want me to go?” He asked quietly, looking straight up in her eyes, warm mist leaving his mouth, and sizzling out in the cold air.

              “Nah, you drove all the way out here, and it’s late. I happen to have some left-over dinner if you’re hungry. Bacon and cheese quiche sounds okay to you?”

              “Oh God, yes. I’m starving.” A small shiver went up his back, making him push his chin further down inside the top of his jacket.

              “Alright. Come on in before you shake to death.” She said with a hint of a smile, backing into the small mudroom and opened the door wider to let him in.

              Well inside he pulled up his hands from his pockets and rubbed them together creating some much needed warmth and blood circulation.

              “You look nice.” He said and looked her over while she closed the door behind him. “And something smells terrific… what is it?”

              “Peeled oranges and some chocolate. I’m indulging while drinking wine. Didn’t think you were coming over, so I made myself comfortable.”

              Walking into the kitchen nook, she grabbed the quiche out of the fridge, cut a large piece, and placed it in the microwave to heat up while she took another sip of her wine from the table.

              “You need a sweater or something? Your shoulders are all hunched up like a mean werewolf. Cold?” She asked, leaning her bottom against the table top watching him hang up his jacket and track her steps over to the table where she was standing.

              “I’m a bit chilly, but it’s nothing a little wine and food can fix.” He said in a sinister way, and placed himself between her legs and grabbed the glass of light liquid from her hand and drank up the rest of her drink.

              “Would you like some more?” She asked low and watched his throat move up and down in tune with his swallowing. Turning down his gaze into hers, he placed the glass next to her on the table top and leaned into her face; tracing his lips with hers until she opened them slightly allowing his tongue to slide inside to meet hers, but as quickly as it had touched hers, it was gone.

              “More of what exactly? Something that can help me warm up from the chilled air outside? You can definitely warm me up.” He said, breathing right into her slightly open mouth.

              Neither of them said anything for a few long seconds. “I feel there is something between us. I can’t really put my finger on it, but I know there’s something there. What do you think?”

              “Yes.” She merely whispered.

              Having him so close to her face was intimidating. He was so handsome it was frightening, and she’d never met a man more sure of himself without any hint of cockiness. He simply knew what he wanted and would take a shot at it. She should learn from that, she thought. However, his confidence made her terrified. Scared that he would just make a joke of her and leave her stranded, scared that he would toss her aside when he found someone hotter or younger who didn’t have a post-baby body with way too many soft parts, scared of what falling for him would do to her if he didn’t felt the same. After all, it wasn’t that long ago they’d met, but even that first time there had been something brewing in the air between them. And by the look of him right now, and the things he’d said, he must have noticed it too.

              “Nova is asleep.” She said suddenly, trying to find some composure underneath his close stare, and from the heat radiating off his lips and onto hers.

              “Good.” He said quietly, observing her every move and muscles with his scrutinizing eyes.

              “Are you hungry?” She swallowed hard. “I heard the microwave beep just a second ago.”

              “I’m hungry. For you.”

              “Oh… okay.”

              “That’s right. I’ve been thinking about you for a very long time. All day today. How you smell when I’m this close to you, how your breath hitches when I tell you I want you, and how good your tongue tastes when it plays with mine. And all of that is more than
okay
.”

              She had no response to that. She simple watched how his eyes traced over her face, down to her lips, and then back up into her eyes. He placed a light kiss on her cheek bone, tickling her skin with his unshaven face, and continued his touch until he reached her earlobe and the skin right beneath it. A short gasp escaped her mouth as his lips softly caressed her.

              “Mhm, I like that too.” He mumbled. “The way you sound when I happen to touch you just right. Want me to go on?” He asked teasingly, and smiled into the side of her face. Watching her eyelids flutter open to the sudden interruption.

              “If… only if you want to.” She replied, uncertain of his feelings.

              “Oh trust me. I want to. Follow me.” He pulled back and away from her legs and grabbed her hand in his, leading her out of the kitchen and into the small laundry room at the side. The steam from the drier had made the room nice and warm, as if embedded by a warm down cover shutting out the cold wind howling outside, now bringing the cold, dark fall season to the grounds.

              Putting a few blankets on top of the washer, he made her stand right in front of it before he gently pushed her chest down into the softness of the fabric. His upper body followed hers, while his jeans clad crotch was pressing into her behind, and kissed his way up her t-shirt until he found her neck and nuzzled his face into her hair.

              “It’s Thursday,” he said simply, standing bent over her and the washer. “I’ve heard some people might be excited for Thursdays. I wonder why?”

              “Thursday is laundry night.” Her breath was faint, and her skin devoured the kisses he placed around the back of her neck and down just inside the top of her t-shirt.

              “Mhm. So it seems.” His dark voice rumbled through her body like the bass at a rock concert. Then she felt his hands push themselves underneath her t-shirt and unclasped the back of her bra, which had clung tightly to her bosom all day, but the tension of snug fabric around her chest was finally released.

              “Stand back up.” His soft voice caressed her ear before he pulled her upper body back against his chest. He grabbed a hold of the hem of her t-shirt and pulled with it the bra over her head and dropped it onto the pile of unfolded laundry next to them on a chair.

              “Back down.” With the same smooth dark voice, he placed a large hand over her naked shoulder blades, and made her fold forward to once again rest her chest on the pile of blankets. This time the blankets underneath her chest saved her naked hard nipples the contact of the cold metal shape of the washing machine.

              He caressed all of her back under his large hands, squeezing tightly at the top of her shoulders, and she could feel all the tension from the day ripple off her in waves. His touch left her body warm, relaxed, and… happy. With one of his hands he reached around to tug on the zipper holding her jeans together, and with a light lift of her tummy he opened them and dragged the fabric slowly down over her bottom and down her legs.

              “Always do laundry in a thong?” He asked teasingly, and helped her lift each of her feet out of the clothing just to stand almost bare in front of him, still holding on to the top of the washer. She did nothing to answer his seductive taunting, but smiled embarrassed into the blanket softly touching her face.

              Still kneeled behind her she suddenly felt his strong hands move gradually up her legs, rubbing and caressing everything from her muscular calves, the thin skin at the dip behind her knees, and up the back of her thighs until his hands grabbed a solid hold of her buttocks. Molding them, stroking them, kissing them. The moment his lips touched the skin of her naked bottom, she hitched a breath, and a seductive moan slipped out of her mouth.

              “I want this as much as you do. Believe me. All week I’ve thought of nothing but this.” He said and moved the fabric of her underwear to the side as she grabbed on tightly to the fabric beneath her chest.

              “I’ve wanted to kiss you here.” Soft lips placed small kisses all across the skin of her butt cheeks. “And I’ve dreamed about kissing you here.” Both his lips and his voice traced down the sensitive skin at the insides of her thighs, while his hands kept up their leisurely touch of her cheeks, warming her skin, pulling at the fabric of her underwear.

              “But I’ve especially fantasized about kissing you here.” With a straight shot up between her cheeks he landed his tongue deep between her folds, making her gasp for air, and angle her ass against his face.

              His sudden move had been calculated, and he knew she’d been waiting all week for what he had up his sleeve. With strong fingers and hands he held her cheeks apart, and let his tongue travel the path her underwear had just recently covered. With a few well placed wet kisses, he suckled each of her lips in his mouth, while his nose nudged at the opening of her pussy.

              “Oh shit…” She whispered at the sounds he was making and the tingling feeling he was creating deep between her legs. All of a sudden her legs started trembling from standing tall on her tiptoes; her body pinching every nerve and muscle going up the back of her legs from the pleasure he was creating. At the sudden intrusion of one his fingers inside her warmth, she squealed and lifted one of her feet from the ground.

              “You taste so amazingly good on my tongue. If you only knew how long I’ve had this in mind. What I dreamed you looked and tasted like without your panties on?” Using one of his hands he grabbed the back of her right knee, already in the air, and pushed it on top of the washer, spreading her legs wide apart from behind.

              “You’re so prefect.”

              “I’ve had a baby.” She answered automatically, like she’d done so many times defending her new post-baby body to Chris, Nova’s father. 

              “Doesn’t matter. As long as you’re not in any discomfort, I’m good.” He said calmly, but before he stood up behind her, pressing his erection into her behind, he let his tongue slowly wander across and taste her lower lips once more. Suckling a tasty mouthful of her hotness. His sloppy sounds turned her on like a raging fire, and she knew she was much wetter now than when he started. If he would remove his mouth from her lips right this instance her wetness would without a doubt trickle down her inner thigh.

              Then he let her feel his hardness through his jeans. Pressing himself into her ass, with just the rough fabric of his jeans creating a barrier between the two of them.

“You’re making the front of my jeans wet.” He said, grabbing her waist a little harder, moving her back and forth as if he was taking her deeply from behind.

“You made me that way.”

“Trust me; I can make you wetter than this.” A grunt came from deep down her throat and she ran her hands down her sides to grab his, still holding her tight around the waist. Grinding his crotch into her perched up behind, he said, “I can make you so wet you have to change your underwear every time you think of me.”

“Oh, God…” A short soft laugh came from above her, and she peered around to watch him. But he was already there; his head bent down to meet her face halfway, and captured her mouth with his. His tongue played vigorously with hers, until he broke off the erotic dance and smacked her playfully on one of her cheeks.

              “Stay where you are. Don’t move now, please.” Breathing into her ear, still leaning over her, he grabbed her backside once more before he was gone.

              Her mind was stirring, creating a millions possible images of what he could be doing behind her back, and she couldn’t help noticing how wet she was already. Curiosity almost killed her, making her slowly move her face over her shoulder, aiming at his broad shoulders which turned away from her.