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Summary:<\/strong> One stormy night, Adam seeks shelter at a house and finds a young woman living all alone. Not willing to deny their attraction for the other, passion ensues.<\/p>\n

Rated R\u00a0 \u00a0Wordcount: 9, 329<\/strong><\/p>\n

SEXUALLY EXPLICIT<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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The Storm<\/strong>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

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His fingers lightly grazed her flesh with each lacing he slowly undid. Caressing her, undressing her deepest secrets just as surely as his fingers undressed Delilah of her delicious delights in the soft candlelight of the bedroom.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 First one\u2026and then another\u2026and another until all the fine silk lacings were undone and her breasts were now free of their loveless prison.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 Colt captured each creamy globe in his rugged hands, held them as if to weigh them, and then with a low growl his mouth hungrily closed over one rosy nipple, claiming its sweet nectar. <\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cOh, Colt I want you so bad,\u201d she breathed into him as his mouth moved over hers, feasting on her lushness, merging the searing heat of their two bodies into one combustible pulsing passion.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 As Delilah leaned backward, softly falling onto the bed, she offered herself up to Colt in a most tempting display of desire. Then Colt undid his breeches, smiled wickedly as Delilah\u2019s eyes grew wide\u2026<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

~~2~~<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

My fingers stopped their furious dancing over the typewriter as I gave a wistful sigh and wondered if I would ever find a man who would make me feel such feelings as Colt had in Delilah. She was once cold and proud, an impenetrable tower of propriety until she met Colt and all that changed. Now my heroine was passionate and uninhibited. How I wished to meet a man who would awaken the woman within me like that.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0Tap-tap-tap! <\/em>I gave a startled gasp as I was jolted out of my reverie by a sudden sharp knocking on the door. I pushed my chair away from my desk, abandoning my ancient typewriter and Delilah\u2019s wedding night with Colt, as I stood up and attempted to straighten my dress to be somewhat neater and more presentable than it usually was when I\u2019m home writing my romance novellas for my agent in San Francisco. He had been persistently sending me telegrams all month, telling me I\u2019m behind my deadline\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

Tucking a stray burnt amber lock behind my ear, I stood at the door, hesitant to open it. \u201cWho is it?\u201d I called guardedly.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGood evening. My name is Adam, Adam Cartwright\u2026I was on my way home from a long ride on my horse when this storm started up\u2026\u201d from outside the door spoke a masculine voice, as smooth as chocolate silk. Very <\/em>masculine and decidedly friendly too.<\/span><\/p>\n

As I threw open the door I gazed up into the most perfectly beautiful manly face I had ever seen. He stood six feet tall, his burly body fair-skinned and well-muscled, exuded the pure essence of masculinity. I could feel its power radiating off of him, it was so potent that my skin prickled with tiny beads of perspiration. He wore tight black jeans and a black shirt that was opened part way down, giving me a perfect view of the silken curls that covered the broad expanse of his chest. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing the strength of the muscles encased in his arms. So deliciously provocative were they that my mouth grew dry at the thought of what it would be like to have those arms holding me close, to melt like sugar in his sizzling embrace\u2026but all that ensued from the erotic detour of my thoughts was a deep throbbing warmth in the heart of my vulva-orchid, my petals wet with ambrosia, already cooking up the most delicious dish a man and a woman could share together. And standing at my door was a real man. <\/em>There was no question about that\u2026this boy was all man! <\/em>But I was allowing my imagination to run away from me again. Best to save that for my writing.<\/span><\/p>\n

I licked my lips as I brought my gaze up to his face \u2013 his most perfect face \u2013 and stared into the most mesmerizing green eyes I had ever seen. They smoldered with sensuality as they drew me into their emerald fire depths, where I just knew I would uncover the secret of what a real man is\u2026and uncover the answer to my own lonely yearnings too. Mingled with his innate sensuality, in his eyes I saw kindness and honesty, gentleness, sensitivity, I saw a toughness that knew the grace of being soft too. I never knew drowning could be so rapturous. If this was drowning then I would gladly die to know and be known by this man.<\/span><\/p>\n

But his eyes were not all of Adam\u2019s manly furnishings. His well-defined full lips blushed like rose petals, they seemed to invite to be kissed \u2013 in fact, they needed<\/em> to be kissed \u2013 and often too, I decided in the restless heat I was experiencing in Adam\u2019s presence. How I wished to be the one to give an undressing array of kisses to those lips\u2026and the virile fashion of his jaw. How it made me sigh in longing to reach out and trace my fingers along its chiseled contours, to feel the rough stubble lightly grazing <\/span>against the soft pads of my fingers. The crowning glory to this man\u2019s face was his hair as black as hot molasses, the curls softly feathering down his neck, combed back as it was from thick dark brows, it just increased his manly appeal to my lonely woman\u2019s heart all the more.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHi,\u201d I said in a slightly quivering voice. He made me feel nervous and excited all at once. Alone as I was on my isolated farmhouse, I was not used to men showing up at my door. Especially one who was a perfect specimen of what a real man should be\u2026and one who was built like a Greek god deliciously dipped in caramelized white chocolate. But still, he was here and as nervous as I was I didn\u2019t want him to leave. So with a few deep breaths I tried to bring a measure of calmness to my inward center.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat can I do for you?\u201d I asked in a slightly louder voice, realizing I needed to make myself heard above the fierce howling wind outside. How quickly storms suddenly appear in these parts<\/em> I thought to myself as I watched the wind carry dirt, dust, and <\/span>debris up into the air, swirling them together as in a witch\u2019s cauldron, and then throwing them about haphazardly like a poltergeist throwing a temper tantrum.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAs I was saying, I was hoping to seek shelter from this storm and board my horse in your barn,\u201d Adam said in his smooth and friendly manner, his mesmerizing eyes were like two liquid moons radiating fiery green warmth, brighter and more brilliant than a midsummer\u2019s night. Their soulful depths drank me in, holding me a happy hostage to the wild clamor of passion that his very presence aroused in me. Tongue-tied as I was, I didn\u2019t know what to say to this man who caused a storm to rage inside me with enough inner upheaval to rival the storm outside.<\/span><\/p>\n

But Adam took my silent hesitation as fear of having a strange man stay the night. \u201cI\u2019ll be happy to stay in the barn. And I promise to be gone in the morning,\u201d he said kindly. And before I could find the words to respond, Adam led his horse into the barn and closed the door behind them.<\/span><\/p>\n

~~3~~<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

The evening descended dark and bleary-eyed. Normally I could watch the brushstrokes of lavender and vintage rose, waning pink and amber paint the western sky by some unseen artist\u2019s skill. The sky was his canvas and nature his palette of hues. But not tonight. Tonight, the sky was ominously dark with a blanket of menacing grey clouds that obscured the stars and the moon from my view. I always thought of the moon as my one constant friend and the stars were the souls of my angels and loved ones looking down on me from Heaven, always watching over me, never far away. But tonight, my celestial friends were hiding. Without them, the night promised to be blacker than fifty shades of black. If there was such a thing. I gave an involuntary shiver at the thought.<\/span><\/p>\n

I had always been afraid of the dark. How I had always been tearfully afraid of a completely dark room, a dark house, afraid of a place that grew so dark at night without <\/span>the comforting penetration of even a flicker of light. Since I was eleven years old I had always slept with a lantern on\u2026sometimes more than one\u2026like two or three.<\/span><\/p>\n

I knew how this fear started too. I was eleven years old when my parents sent me to spend part of my summer vacation at my grandparents\u2019 cottage with my cousins. Just eleven years old when my older cousin kept coming to my bed at night\u2026wouldn\u2019t leave me alone\u2026couldn\u2019t keep his hands off me\u2026threatened to kill me if I should tell\u2026ever since then I had always been afraid of the dark.<\/span><\/p>\n

I pushed these painful memories aside, determined not to dwell on the scars of the past. Instead I thought of Adam. Alone, out in the dark and drafty barn with the strong wind whipping about in fury and the rain starting in earnest. I could hear the faint rumblings of thunder in the distance.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0He seems to be such a nice man. Such a rare treat to find a gentleman these days and so far out in the country too. I think it will be alright to invite him to spend the night in the house with me<\/em> I thought to myself, as I gathered my heavy wool shawl over my head and started out the door to the barn. But behind my hospitality, I knew I was reacting to something much more primal. I felt an instinctual need to be close to this man, to be comforted and protected as women have been by men since the dawn of Time. My solitary lifestyle hadn\u2019t made me immune to these womanly needs and desires. Adam\u2019s magnetic pull on me was as strong as the moon on the ocean\u2019s currents.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 Was I moving too fast?<\/em> I had to ask myself. I think most people would say yes, if they knew the illicit thoughts I was having and the lush feelings I was experiencing. They would say it was out of character for me, not like the dependable and predictable Lavender they knew. But that\u2019s their problem,<\/em> I said angrily to myself. I\u2019m tired of being the predictable boring person they knew, I\u2019m tired of being the dependable one while others are never there for me, I\u2019m tired of trying to live up to their expectations, I\u2019m tired of always playing it safe and being afraid of taking risks, and most of all I was tired of my solitary existence, tired of being unloved and untouched. In short, I was tired.<\/span><\/p>\n

For once, I wanted to follow my heart and give in to these newly awakened feelings. What\u2019s life without risks anyway? Sure, I knew this was a risk. This man, Adam Cartwright, may reject me just like all the other people in my life had, but as I said I was tired of always playing it safe. The characters in my romance novellas had more of a sex life than me! For once, I didn\u2019t want to stop and think and play it safe. I wanted to feel.<\/em> And Adam Cartwright aroused feelings in me that were so long dormant that I used to think they were dead. Until now.<\/span><\/p>\n

Decision made. Tonight, I would follow these feelings and allow myself to feel them. For the first time.<\/span><\/p>\n

~~4~~<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

As I approached the barn door, I stopped and listened. Guitar music, melodious and smooth flowed forth, accompanied by a rich baritone voice. Adam was playing his guitar. I didn\u2019t recognize the song but the sound of Adam\u2019s singing and guitar music seduced my senses into a further state of undress. There was just no end to the effect this man had on me\u2026just when I thought I couldn\u2019t be rendered anymore naked than I <\/span>already was, the humming of my body in the most intimate places told me how wrong I was\u2026as well as the sweet sticky wetness growing between my thighs.<\/span><\/p>\n

Silently I opened the barn door and slipped inside. I continued to listen as I felt my heart flutter and sigh. But the sound must\u2019ve been audible to Adam, because he looked up and stopped playing.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHello again,\u201d he said with one of his seductive smiles as he sat on the edge of the tack box.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHi,\u201d I said shyly. \u201cI didn\u2019t mean to interrupt. You sing beautifully\u201d I couldn\u2019t help another sigh from escaping.<\/span><\/p>\n

But my silvery sigh, or the sound of my heart skipping, must\u2019ve pleased Adam because his smile grew even more seductive \u2013 if that was possible. His smoldering eyes held an amused twinkle that caused the bottom to fall out from under me and my heart became a trapeze artist, fluttering rampant and rapturous.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhy thank-you,\u201d he replied in the honey rich tones of his voice that proved to be my undoing as I felt the garter belt snap away from holding together my modest decorum, now out tumbled my womanly feelings, wanton for some sensual play. \u201cNow, what can I do for you<\/em>?\u201d Adam asked, his mesmerizing eyes sizzled me with his openly bold molten stare.<\/span><\/p>\n

I felt myself flush hotly under the not so innocent suggestive note of Adam\u2019s question. So much was I affected that I felt my legs turn to warm sponge cake and I had to lean against the closed barn door to keep myself from collapsing into a breathless heap at his feet. I had entered that place where there was less air to breathe but more desire for something else besides breath. I wasn\u2019t sure if Adam had noticed my state. I hoped he didn\u2019t think I was always so confusingly affected when in the presence of a man. But damn, what a man!<\/em> I had never been in the presence \u2013 the pure potent presence \u2013 of such a perfect specimen of masculinity before.<\/span><\/p>\n

I took a deep breath in the vain hope to calm my maidenly trembling and get ready to say to Adam what I wanted to say since coming out to see him. But the butterflies in my belly still continued their frantic fluttering, kissing and skimming over my every <\/span>nerve, leaving them rosy and raw. I wasn\u2019t sure if I was properly prepared, but I said it anyway.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIf you want, you can sleep with me in the house.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

A moment of horrified silence passed, as my eyes grew wide and my mouth opened in shock at what I had just said. But Adam didn\u2019t seem horrified at my slip of the tongue\u2026in fact he seemed amused. As he put his guitar down and took a few steps toward me, I tried to pull together some semblance of grace.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat certainly didn\u2019t come out right. Sorry about that. That must\u2019ve sounded horrible,\u201d I said, deciding that admitting to my slip was the better way to go. Still, I felt my skin grow rosy and prickled with a sheen of perspiring dew.<\/span><\/p>\n

But Adam only smiled as he took a step toward me\u2026and another\u2026then leaning forward and bending his head to mine, he whispered hotly and silkily in my left ear \u201con the contrary, that didn\u2019t sound horrible at all.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

His index finger lightly traced along my jawline as he fell silent for a moment. Then he traced along my full lips, lighter than the touch of a feather. Adam was a big man full of strength and substance, but as he touched me\u2026it was the most gentle touching I had ever known. I was reminded of the analogy of the flower and the bee. I was the flower and Adam the bee who came to skim me with the barest whisper of his wings.<\/span><\/p>\n

I closed my eyes as I experienced his touch for the first time. And came to know \u2018good touching\u2019 of the present as opposed to the \u2018bad touching\u2019 of my past. There was no comparison. In that moment, the only sound that punctuated it was the sound of our heavy breathing.<\/span><\/p>\n

Then he cradled my face in his hands, holding it gently and tenderly as he tilted my face upward until I had to meet his gaze. I sighed softly as I felt myself being pulled into his eyes\u2019 sensitive velvet depths. Of their own accord, my arms found their way up Adam\u2019s well-muscled arms to his strong broad shoulders. I felt the current of our intimate contact sizzle between us with each touch, each caress so tenderly given and received. And when my arms lightly encircled Adam\u2019s neck, I felt Time once frozen now start to melt like ice cream, and with it so did my inhibitions start to melt, leaving me free to enjoy the most delicious ice cream treat of all.<\/span><\/p>\n

My lips parted, offering Adam an invitation that spoke more than mere words ever could. He brought his face so tantalizingly close to mine, our lips still not touching but our breaths mingled. I felt intoxicated by his closeness to me and was ready for the kiss I knew was coming\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

Suddenly Adam stopped, an inch before his lips would\u2019ve joined with mine, and said \u201cWhat is your name? You never told me your name.\u201d He smiled mischievously down at me. He knew he had disrupted our intimate mood with his question.<\/span><\/p>\n

I laughed nervously at such an obvious omission from our first encounter at the front door. Another slip on my part! Will there be no end to my innocent blunders?<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLavender. My name is Lavender,\u201d I said softly with a smile.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLavender is a beautiful wildflower,\u201d Adam said as he smoothed away a burnt amber wave of hair from my face, his hand tenderly caressing my cheek. \u201cYou should never hide the face of this beautiful flower.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I felt my eyes prick with the tears of lonely emotion at the care and tenderness I heard in Adam\u2019s voice and in the way he caressed my cheek. No one in my solitary life had ever shown me such tenderness nor expressed such care. These few intimate moments with Adam in the barn were more comfort and affection than I had ever known before.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNow Lavender, what did you mean to say?\u201d Adam asked a little breathlessly. I was happy that I was not the only one to be affected by our intimate contact. But still, gazing into his sensually smoldering eyes I could not look away \u2013 my thoughts were a tangled ball of yarn \u2013 I felt like my dearest essence was custard being baked in the fiery furnace of his eyes, being baked until I was golden and gooey and ready to be eaten.<\/span><\/p>\n

I blushed and smiled and said just as breathlessly, \u201cWhat I meant to say is that I have room in the house\u2026if you want to stay in the house I have room for you. It will be warmer there than in the barn.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Adam nodded, still smiling and said \u201cThank-you for your kind offer.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

~~5~~<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

I straightened up the cushions on the sofa, refolded the afghan and was fluffing up the last of the throw pillows when I heard his distinctive footsteps climbing the steps on my porch. Ah, my houseguest has arrived<\/em> I thought, as I felt my heart flutter wildly again at the awaited sound of his approach.<\/span><\/p>\n

I hurried to the front door, but paused a moment as I tried to calm my breathing. I didn\u2019t think it would be right for me to appear so eager and overly excited \u2013 I wasn\u2019t sure Adam would understand my state. Though I knew why I was so hot and flushed with <\/span>excitement. After being an outcast from my family and living so many years alone on my small farm with only my horse and a pet gecko for company, and my writing to fill in <\/span>my lonely days\u2026days that slowly stretched into weeks, months\u2026years. It wasn\u2019t hard for me to understand at all why this man\u2019s appearance on my property had created such a stir in me. This was nothing short of a monumental occurrence, the most exciting thing to happen to me since I moved here three years ago and found this little farm for sale at a fraction of the price I knew it was worth because apparently \u2013 so the retailer told me \u2013 the previous owner\u2019s wife refused to live here because she thought it was haunted! But I never believed such superstitious nonsense and since living here, I\u2019ve always found the atmosphere to be very calm and peaceful. I wished I could find some of that calm in me now.<\/span><\/p>\n

I waited for Adam to knock before I flung open the door. Maybe I should\u2019ve waited a bit longer for a second knock, but I was never one to play those hard-to-get games that some women play with men. I\u2019ve always valued honesty when dealing with my emotions \u2013 some may say that I was too honest \u2013 but this was who I am and I wasn\u2019t going to change or hide my genuinity.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHi there,\u201d Adam said, his rich voice resonated through every silvery nerve and golden fiber of my being, his warm eyes drizzled over me and all I could do was smile.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, come in. This is where I live,\u201d I said brightly. And awkwardly.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, I know,\u201d Adam replied. His eyes still held that amused glimmer in their smoldering green depths, as if he knew the effect he was having on me and was enjoying it too. But there was no malice behind his smile, no harshness in his eyes. His smile held nothing but goodwill, his eyes glowed with kindness and a gentlemanly soul even as they continued to drizzle honey over me, sweetening me with just his mesmerizing molten gaze.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll show you the room,\u201d I said as I started down the hallway and opened the door at the very end on the left.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHere it is. I sometimes use this room as my office,\u201d I said as I straightened up some poetry and reference books on the small mahogany desk against the far wall by the window. \u201cI love the view of the trees from this window. Last summer a pair of robins <\/span>made a nest in that apple tree and I got to see the mother raise her three babies. It was beautiful to see,\u201d I said wistfully.<\/span><\/p>\n

Adam stood next to me and looked around the room and at the view I so admired outside the window. \u201cYou live here alone?\u201d he asked, a little concerned.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes\u201d, I said. I knew this question would come sooner or later. I knew how odd it must look to find a solitary woman living all alone\u2026and I shouldn\u2019t begrudge Adam for wondering about such a thing. Though I hated talking about it, I wanted to explain to Adam. His presence gave me the feeling that it would be safe for me to confide in him.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI moved here three years ago from Canada. My mother died several years ago when I was twenty-three\u2026and my father wasn\u2019t interested in me. Though I lived at home for a while before finding my own place\u2026my father just wasn\u2019t interested in me\u2026he never was. He was completely indifferent to my existence. \u201c<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d Adam asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cJust what I said \u2013 he wasn\u2019t interested in me. When I told him I started writing poetry and started getting published in magazines, my dad just said \u201cit doesn\u2019t matter to me.\u201d Those were his exact words. Or if he was feeling really talkative he would add three more words. \u201cI don\u2019t care.\u201d Those were his exact words. \u201cI don\u2019t care. It doesn\u2019t matter to me.\u201d He was completely indifferent to my accomplishments\u2026and me, being his only daughter\u2026so indifferent.\u201d I couldn\u2019t help the slight bitter taste in my mouth tainting my words, even as I felt the unshed tears prick my eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n

Adam was silent, but I felt his hand on my shoulder giving me strength to continue.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI guess I just wasn\u2019t as interesting as my brother. My brother was involved in sports and whenever he had a big game, my dad was always there, always involved\u2026but with me\u2026he didn\u2019t care.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhenever I asked his advice he would either say \u201cI don\u2019t care. It doesn\u2019t matter to me. Do whatever you want. It\u2019s up to you what you do, I don\u2019t care.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAfter a while I stopped asking his advice about anything. He made it clear on more than one occasion that what I did didn\u2019t matter to him. He never even invited me over for <\/span>Christmas and Thanksgiving\u2026but he always had my brother over for Christmas. He was the favorite. I was the reject. I felt so ignored and insignificant. He never even stood up against my cousin who molested me when I was eleven.\u201d I heard Adam\u2019s sharp intake of breath at this disclosure.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd when I told him I was moving to Nevada, he barely acknowledged my statement. He certainly never saw me off.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Try as I could, I couldn\u2019t stop my voice from breaking at the end and I turned away so Adam didn\u2019t have to see the single tear trickling down my cheek. But I felt Adam\u2019s hands on my shoulders and gently he turned me around and pulled me into him. I rested my head against Adam\u2019s chest, breathing in his spicy male scent as his chest hair tickled my face. Adam\u2019s arms wrapped around me, one around my waist and the other around my shoulders, holding me close as I let my pent up tears the freedom to flow.\u00a0 I had never known such comfort as that I found in Adam\u2019s warm embrace.<\/span><\/p>\n

Was it just a few minutes that I cried or longer? I don\u2019t know. All I do know for sure is that I have never felt so safe and comforted as I did in the safe harbor that Adam\u2019s arms created around me.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m getting you all wet,\u201d I said softly, as I pulled away a bit.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAw, that\u2019s alright. After five days out on the trail I\u2019m due for a bath,\u201d he said with a smile.<\/span><\/p>\n

I smiled and laughed, then sighed contentedly as Adam pulled my head back against his chest. I felt his hand rub my back as his lips pressed warm kisses on my hair.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou never have to feel ignored ever again.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThank-you,\u201d I softly sighed.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI think you have done very well for what you\u2019ve been through. With no support from your parents, you followed your dream and became a successful poet. Be proud of yourself and give yourself credit for that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI am, Adam. I guess I just needed someone to talk to,\u201d I said looking into his compassionate eyes. Then bringing my face to his chest, I pressed my lips to the spot<\/span><\/p>\n

that had given me so much comfort and had absorbed my tears. As I placed my kiss on his chest I felt Adam\u2019s heartbeat speed up and he moaned deliciously, \u201cyou don\u2019t know what that does to me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe I do,\u201d I teased.<\/span><\/p>\n

~~6~~<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Another ribbon of lightning sliced through the night, white heat punctuated her heaving bosom \u2013 passion\u2019s clamor \u2013 as in the same heavenly release thunder roared through the night, shaking my lonely country house and undoing the last frayed ties on my nerves.<\/span><\/p>\n

I actually screamed during that last clash of thunder. I screamed and ran down the dark hallway to his door, only pausing for a brief fraction of a second before I barged into his room, my heart beating so frantically in my heaving chest that I half expected it to burst free like a frightened deer. Leaning against the inside of the door after <\/span>slamming it noisily behind me, I tried to slow my frightened breathing and regain some sense of composure. My eyes searched the darkness for him but all I could make out were shadows.<\/span><\/p>\n

The storm had blown out the last frail flickering of the lanterns long ago, and anyway I reasoned with myself, it was so late that he must be asleep. It was well after midnight.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell hello,\u201d his deep voice was like a lifeline to me as I followed it like someone dying of thirst, parched dry, his voice was water to my gnawing need. As my eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness I could make out Adam\u2019s reclining form in bed. He was propped up on his left arm as his warm green eyes took in my frightened state, even <\/span>from this intimate distance of eight feet I could feel them caressing me, pulling me into their fathomless depths. I felt my skin blush and tingle under one glance of his eyes on me. A telltale wetness began to grow between my thighs, my nipples aroused awake pressed against the thin fabric of my pink nightgown. Even in my disheveled state of fear, there was no denying the effect this man had on me.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHello,\u201d I said, in a voice that I hoped sounded somewhat normal. \u201cI just wanted to see if you were alright in this storm, if you needed anything,\u201d I said as I left my safe space against the closed door and walked slowly toward him, now sitting up in bed. Even in shadow, I could feel his pure masculine presence enticing me forward, drawing me to him like a magnet.<\/span><\/p>\n

Upon reaching the bed I kneeled down on the bare floor with my hands resting on the side, I decided to be a little braver and sat up, still on my knees by the side of the bed <\/span>but my face was more level with his. With a deep breath, I forced my gaze upward, my soft doe eyes meeting the green fire of his.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m fine,\u201d he said. \u201cHow are you?\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m a little afraid of the storm, I must admit,\u201d I said, hoping my voice didn\u2019t quiver as much as my insides did. \u201cAnd I\u2019ve always been afraid of the dark.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAww,\u201d he soothed as he placed his right hand over mine on the side of the bed. \u201cThere\u2019s nothing to be afraid of.\u201d His voice\u2019s honeyed tones caressed me inside out and I felt a newly awakened current sizzle through me from the smallest sensation of his hand enclosing mine. The storm might have darkened the house, but the lightning was still humming white hot between us. Perspiration beaded my skin as I flushed hotly, along the nape of my neck my hair was wet and I felt trickles of perspiration detouring down the ravine between my breasts.<\/span><\/p>\n

Such a small contact, but how his strong hand over mine with his thumb caressing my skin in small soothing circles, caused my heart to flutter and to stir awake a delicious tingling between my thighs that only grew more poignant as Adam\u2019s hand left mine and gently trailed up my arm to my neck. I sighed softly as he gently caressed my neck, oh <\/span>how long I had craved to know the delicious dessert of Adam\u2019s hands on me, caressing me so gently, the bliss of such tender affection made my sigh turn into a soft moan. I couldn\u2019t help trembling in desire and anticipation of what these caresses might lead to.<\/span><\/p>\n

Adam\u2019s eyes searched my face. I felt their intimate intensity probing me, the feeling was so palpable that it was as if he had actually touched me physically, and not with his eyes. It was as if he had probed open the fiery bed between my legs with the hard steely length of his manhood. And how my juices flowed, making my vulva slick with desire. I could feel the lips pouting apart in anticipation of welcoming him within my home. How I tingled, how I trembled. Adam noticed.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhy are you trembling?\u201d he asked softly as his right hand gently cupped the side of my face.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI tremble when I\u2019m nervous or excited,\u201d I confessed, as I nuzzled into his hand still cupping the side of my face.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhy are you nervous?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m nervous because I\u2019m not used to this,\u201d I said softly.<\/span><\/p>\n

Adam paused, then continued \u201cAnd why are you excited?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m excited because I\u2019m not used to this,\u201d I said softly with such bold honesty that I blushed and had to smile with giving the same answer to Adam\u2019s two questions.<\/span><\/p>\n

In the play of shadow and light over the perfectly chiseled features of his face I could see him smile. Then he softly chuckled.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou are so beautiful. So soft, so warm,\u201d his hand on my face softly caressed me. His thumb delicately traced the contour of my full lips. I softly moaned as I melted under his touch. Adam smiled again as his face moved towards mine, his mouth was all I could see, his lips were the ember to the slowly building fires of my desire, and as our lips touched I felt an explosion of light surge through my veins, coloring my blood in a sparkling array of sensation.<\/span><\/p>\n

His mouth made his passionate claim, his lips moved over mine like a dancer, teaching me this new dance of intimacy. I readily succumbed to Adam\u2019s sizzling ardor as his <\/span>mouth milked me of my sweetness, his persuasive lips stoked the heat of mine, his hot inflaming tongue deepened our kiss by parting my lips and then when my tongue met his\u2026such a kiss I had never known before! My senses tingled, breathlessly my lips parted more and more, inviting him further into my heated moist depths to explore the <\/span>deep mysteries of my mouth. Very willingly, he accepted the invitation as he proceeded to teach me a new dance. This new dance of intertwining tongues making love. His mouth was persuasive, his tongue probing, but mine was just as passionate as my tongue caressed his, desiring something deeper.<\/span><\/p>\n

It was no secret what that was too. Sweet juices gushed from the secret heart between my thighs as it throbbed its burning want. \u2018Make love to me Adam\u2019<\/em> was its chant.<\/span><\/p>\n

I readily yielded my inexperience to my more expert passionate teacher. And do I dare say lover? Yes! My lover! My flesh sizzled with every caress, with every hot sensuous stroke, I was as pliable as leather under Adam\u2019s skillful hands. I leaned into him and yielded it all to him, all the pleasure and passion of my body and soul, all my desire and yearning, all of my fire and water and earth and air, all of my elemental worth I yielded to Adam.<\/span><\/p>\n

Breathlessly, he broke our kiss and pulled away. \u201cDo you want to stay?\u201d he asked meaningfully.\u00a0 <\/em>His eyes never left mine, his intimate stare \u2013 a world of feeling swirling in their fathomless hazel depths \u2013 made love to my earth goddess brown ones.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes. Oh yes, I want to stay,\u201d I said fervently.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAre you sure?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I smiled at his concern and even protectiveness in not wanting to corner me into a situation I was not ready for. \u201cYes, I\u2019m sure,\u201d I answered without hesitation, our eyes <\/span>locked and held as I tried to pour forth the strength of my words and desire into our gaze.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s all I needed to hear. Now come here,\u201d and with that said and settled, Adam put his strong arms around me, lifted me onto the bed and pulled me against his side, his arms wrapping around me, holding me close. Oh what sweet bliss! It was the only place in this world I ever wanted to be. Being in his arms felt like home. Contentedly, I pressed the full length of my body to him, molding myself to the contours of Adam\u2019s body.<\/span><\/p>\n

I was still wearing my pink silk nightgown, but pressed as closely as we were it had hiked up my thighs until it was only an inch or two away from my even pinker vulva, <\/span>slicked wet with the honey-water of my desire. It felt like it was on fire\u2026and it was. On fire with the passion Adam was stoking to life within me. And I within him too. With my body pressed so fluidly against him, I could feel Adam\u2019s erection hard and potent and pressed like a branding iron against my thigh.<\/span><\/p>\n

My arms circled around his shoulders as I nestled my face into his neck, breathing in his intoxicating musky male scent. I savored his distinctive tang of sun and spice and hot leather, breathing it in deeply until it was all I could smell, until the flavor of Adam was all I could feel rushing like quicksilver through my veins. My lips slowly blazed a trail of kisses up his neck then across the rough stubble of his jawline, savoring every kiss of my sensuous journey I was rewarded with an urgent quickening of Adam\u2019s breath. His arms tightened around me as his hands caressed me, so tender yet so possessive. My heart fluttered with every stimulating caress of his hands upon my roses-and-cream flesh, slowly simmering under his amorous attentions.<\/span><\/p>\n

My lips continued their blazing journey, leaving a trail of hot butterfly kisses from Adam\u2019s jaw, down his neck and to the pulse point at the base of his throat.\u00a0 There, my tongue flickered out, swirling moist circles over the tender skin.<\/span><\/p>\n

My hands slid down to Adam\u2019s burly chest, caressing his rippling muscles as I explored its landscape, running my fingers through the dark curls as lush as prairie grass that abundantly covered his chest\u2019s expansive magnificence. Gazing hungrily at the feast before me, my mouth continued with my amorous ministrations as I kissed his chest, every delicious inch that my hands caressed I would kiss so lovingly, so tenderly. When I came to his nipple my mouth seized it, sucked it gently like it was the most delicious candy I had ever tasted, then releasing his proud peak my tongue painted a tender fury of ecstasy around one nipple, then the other.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou feel so good,\u201d Adam softly moaned in my ear. \u201cNow it\u2019s your turn.\u201d And then he turned me over on my back and with one fluid motion he ripped the sheer pink nightgown from my body, the frail remnants fluttering away from me onto the floor, leaving me pink and ivory and my dewy curves delightfully bare before his eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n

Then I tugged at the jeans he wore to bed. \u201cThese are too tough to rip off, but if I could I would,\u201d I said with a coy smile and unabashedly watched as Adam discarded his jeans onto the floor next to my torn nightgown. Finally, the full force of his manhood was unleashed and I admired its powerful stance as it stood as tall and proud as the mast of a ship.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMay I?\u201d I asked uncertainly.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGo ahead. It\u2019s all for you,\u201d Adam said gently.<\/span><\/p>\n

All for me, he says. Oh, wow! Christmas morning has come early!<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Tentatively I reached out to touch his penis, standing like a soldier rigid with strength and thick with unspent virility. My fingers stroked his manhood pulsing so hot and hard before me. I felt it quiver under my touch, I smiled as Adam\u2019s breathing quickened and he gave a low moan.<\/span><\/p>\n

My hand closed around his thick maleness, marveling at the feel of its satiny skin as I moved my hand up and down with slow leisurely strokes\u2026then as Adam\u2019s breath caught with a gasp and he thrusted his hips forward, the steel-hard length of him quivered in my hand. My own dear breath left me at the delicious sight of Adam\u2019s manliest instrument of pleasure, swollen red and ready for love. I felt the fetters of my shyness fall away \u2013 at last my confidence was given free reign \u2013 and as it did I saw a milky pearl drop appear at the eye of its shiny velvet head. I bent down, and with my pink tongue I licked away this most precious pearl, then with my tongue I traced along the rim of his swollen manhood\u2019s velvet head\u2026my mouth opened like a hungry flower and I was about to take his most tantalizing appetizer into the wet warmth of my mouth\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEnough, honey,\u201d Adam said softly, as he reached down and pulled me up beside him. \u201cI want to love you now. Let me look at you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I felt my skin flush appreciatively as Adam\u2019s loving soft-spoken words caressed my bruised soul. I basked under the ravishing warmth of Adam\u2019s smoldering emerald eyes, I reveled in the feeling of being completely naked and vulnerable before him. I exalted in the pure feeling of being so sensuously exposed as his eyes drank me in, caressing me with the fiery intimacy of his eyes oh so slowly. I felt like I was being savored like a most precious gift that needed to be carefully opened to be fully appreciated.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou are so beautiful, Lavender. So very beautiful you don\u2019t even know,\u201d Adam whispered softly and huskily. I warmed even more under the gentle caring and loving affection of his words. No man had ever said such loving words to me before and I felt <\/span>my eyes sting with unshed tears. One slipped free and trickled down my cheek, but Adam caught the crystal drop on his fingertip and bringing it to his lips, he licked it away.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe only tears I want you to cry now are the tears of pleasure when I bring you to the heights of ecstasy,\u201d he said hotly in my ear.<\/span><\/p>\n

My only response was a breathy \u201cOh yes!\u201d as my arms encircled Adam\u2019s brawny shoulders, embracing him close, loving the arousing feeling of his very virile manly chest pressed against my feminine softness, his chest hair tickling my sensitive breasts.<\/span><\/p>\n

Lifting himself off me slightly, Adam turned his attention to my breasts, glowing with amorous need for some much-needed TLC, the kind that only Adam could give. Blowing cold air, his cool breath teased my nipples erect and when his mouth claimed one pink rosebud that crowned the creamy swell of my generous breast, he suckled it of its sweetness, and continued to suckle it as it hardened and melted and hardened again in the oven of his mouth, I cried out as a bittersweet ache grew from the center of my being and sent a shower of fiery sparkles coursing through my body. Only then did Adam turn his gaze to its sister, the nipple already erect and hard like a bullet of desire begging for the same amorous attention.<\/span><\/p>\n

I twined my fingers in Adam\u2019s tousled raven locks, holding him to my breast as he took my other nipple in his mouth and feasted upon it, suckling it firmly as if it was the sweetest hard candy he had ever known. With rapid pulse touches of his tongue, he continued to suck hard, then his hot tongue caressed my rosebud nipple with sizzling swirls of ecstasy and he made me feel like it was the most delicious treat he had ever tasted as a surge of sensation ricocheted off of every nerve in my body.<\/span><\/p>\n

His arms slid beneath my back and tightened about me, pulling my supple body against his hard frame until my every womanly curve melted into the masculine contour of his body.<\/span><\/p>\n

Slowly, Adam freed my rosebud nipple from his mouth\u2019s amorous seizure. Each one had been thoroughly loved and now they stood up, erect and proud; they glistened like the richest jewels under his saliva. But he wasn\u2019t finished with me yet. His tongue sizzled a path of wild wanton need down my sweet lily skin, from the deep valley between my full moon breasts he left the kissable prose of his lips upon me, hot and burning ever hotter I felt his lips leave their fiery brand upon me, and I knew that even when I was naked of the tiniest scrap of clothing I would always wear Adam\u2019s handprints and fingerprints and lip prints upon the skin of my soul as surely as I would on the skin of my body. At last I had a sense of belonging to someone I loved and who loved me. Such bliss I never thought would ever be mine.<\/span><\/p>\n

I cried out when Adam flicked his hot wet tongue into my navel, he smiled silently before he continued on his downward trek, confident in the power he wielded over me. He kissed my soft belly, his hands caressing me into a further state of ecstasy, he left no part of me untouched as he fondled purrs of pleasure from me that seemed to come from my purest primal core.<\/span><\/p>\n

Then Adam stopped his sensuous journey south to kiss a circle of fire around my navel. My breath caught before unravelling into another cry at Adam\u2019s intimate flourish over my skin. I felt a delicious quickening ignite within me and I wondered how much more I could endure before I combusted. His talented lips were blazing a riot of sensations that I never hoped to experience before. Yes, internal combustion was a definite possibility\u2026but what a delicious death it would be!<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh Adam\u2026\u201d I panted, breathless, as I writhed beneath his intimate ministrations.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDo you want me to stop?\u201d He asked softly as he paused and looked up, and I knew that if I said yes, he would immediately stop. But there was no way I was going to ask for such an obscenity!<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo!\u201d I cried. I could sense Adam smiling as he lowered his head and continued downward. Then he reached my mound of Venus and slid one thigh over mine so my legs were between his. His tremendously impressive, swollen love muscle pointed like a homing beacon to where my fiery secret heart laid in waiting. What was he going to do?<\/span><\/p>\n

He buried his nose in my dewy nest and inhaled.<\/em> The act is so startling that I look down. His vibrant hazel eyes fix on my earth goddess eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou smell so <\/em>good. Much better than lavender, Lavender,\u201d he says, never breaking eye contact.<\/span><\/p>\n

I flush scarlet \u2013 from embarrassment or arousal \u2013 I\u2019m not sure. But I loved his words. The erotic sensuality of them boiled my blood. Okay, I\u2019m sure. Forget the embarrassment. Adam\u2019s words were a definite turn-on. As I suspect, they were meant to be.<\/span><\/p>\n

My legs spread an invitation as Adam repositioned himself and nestled between them with my vulva unfurling like a dew-drenched lotus flower before him, my desire engorged petals smiling wide to reveal that pulsing pink pearl of pleasure \u2013 the clitoris \u2013 nestled within the heart of my passionate lotus flower. It was begging for attention.<\/span><\/p>\n

I felt the rough stubble of Adam\u2019s jaw like sand between my legs. I felt it against my vulva where harbored an unquenchable ocean inside the fiery essence of my being. He didn\u2019t have to spread open my petals for access to me as my petals unfurled before him of their own accord. I could feel Adam\u2019s hot heavy breathing on my orchid as he took a moment to gaze at the feast before him. I couldn\u2019t help myself, even without touching me, he was driving me crazy! I clawed at the bedsheets beneath me as I moaned and arched my hips upward, seeking his talent. With a hand on either side of my eager hips, he gave a firm pull, anchoring my hips down as he gave a low hungry growl and his head lowered. The feast had begun. He started by circling my clitoris with the hot, pointed tip of his tongue, slowly at first, then faster. My breathing fluttered until I became birdsong. I was never a great singer before, but with Adam, the man<\/em>, how he made me sing! Then he honed in on my scarlet love button. With lyrical licks and flickers he ignited my clitoral wick, with the suckling affection he lavished upon it, he made my clitoris sing! Thoroughly undone, I screamed out his name and this with my wild thrashing just enticed Adam to mercilessly suckle my pleasure bud harder, fiercer\u2026and then I felt the probing of his finger at my narrow entrance. Gently, his finger entered, but I was so soaking wet that he didn\u2019t have to be so gentle. But Adam, being a gentleman with an inherently gentle soul, he made love to me as if he were composing a romantic ballad. So, his finger only entered my untried passage two or three inches and gently stroked just inside the foyer, but soon that stroking turned into a steady tempo he drummed on my love canal\u2019s anterior wall. However, that coupled with the mouth music he was playing on my clitoris was enough to send me reeling.<\/span><\/p>\n

He played me as he does his guitar, with smooth nimble fingers arousing chords of provocative pleasure and staccato cries from me. I was lost to his sensual strumming as I felt the build-up to a crescendo\u2026and then it came and so did I in a supernova explosion of color and dancing light. Adam climbed up and kissed me fiercely on the <\/span>mouth, he embraced my body\u2019s panting lusciousness tightly against his own body\u2019s bold burning need.<\/span><\/p>\n

Moistened by our heat my skin glowed, Adam glowed, and together we sought to appease our shared fire with the other. My arms entwined about him, my hands clawing at his back, holding him tightly to me. Instinctively, my legs braced themselves around his waist \u2013 a bridle for our unbridled passion \u2013 as Adam positioned himself with his hot smoldering steely rod against the burning bridge of my entrance, the hungry mouth of my vagina gushing oh so sweet juices to welcome him inside.<\/span><\/p>\n

So slicked wet and lubricated with desire as I was, Adam\u2019s hard shaft easily slipped inside me a few inches and when he felt my vagina hungrily embrace his tip, never out of control as other men would be, Adam allowed it to pull his engorged instrument into me even as he helped with small easy thrusts until the full length of his penis was <\/span>buried up to the hilt in my narrow passage. We fit together perfectly. I was the sheath for his most manly tool.<\/span><\/p>\n

Deliciously impaled, I cried out under the exquisite fireworks of pleasure that rocketed through my body with having the full hard length of Adam inside me. He filled me up so <\/span>excruciatingly beautiful, so blooming full and hard, his length grew strong with the most virile potency of his manhood.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh Adam,\u201d I exclaimed, as the most delicious shivers pinpricked my dewy flesh with the blush of heightened arousal. My arms were around him, caressing the strong <\/span>muscles in his back, holding him tightly against me. But Adam wasn\u2019t moving\u2026it seemed to be enough for him to just be still inside me.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEasy Lavender. Allow your body time to adjust and know mine,\u201d Adam soothed as his brilliant green eyes stared into my melting milk chocolate ones, lavishly glazed with our passion.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut my body already knows yours,\u201d I cried. Adam softly chuckled. Then with his mouth over mine Adam swallowed my cries, crushing the sweetness from my passion-bruised lips. His tongue prodded my lips apart and slipped inside. As his tongue probed the sweet delicacy of my mouth, caressing my tongue with the moist heat of his, Adam started to move inside me\u2026with slow gentle strokes at first to allow me time to get used to the feeling of our joined bodies, the feeling of having Adam inside, filling me up so exhilaratingly complete. With slow leisurely strokes, Adam slid in and out of me, in and out, in and out, his rhythm deliberately slow and gentle, until I got accustomed to his virile fullness.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh Adam, more please,\u201d I cried, as my hips rose up to meet his rhythm, ready for something stronger, desiring something deeper.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAre you sure you\u2019re ready?\u201d Adam asked, always the considerate lover, but I could feel a build-up of desire behind his words too.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes! Oh, yes, yes!\u201d I cried in my desperate need to have Adam inside me as deep as he could be.<\/span><\/p>\n

Then his slow gentle strokes became stronger, more powerful the thrusts of his love muscle created a perfect rhythm that ignited all of my sweet spots with the friction of his most virile essence sheathed among the juicy depths of my pleasure canal.<\/span><\/p>\n

I was the sea convulsing around him and he was the captain of my tide\u2019s ebb and flow, together we rode as one. The open heart of my lady garden that happily welcomed in Adam\u2019s finely-tuned instrument of pleasure, held him tightly within as it gushed the salty sweet honey that only his caresses upon my petals could make flow, only his exquisite strokings could arouse.<\/span><\/p>\n

When we reached the peak of our shared ecstasy, we rode the crest of a rainbow until we shattered against each other. His throbbing love muscle shot out the sweet milky spray of his seed, my engorged petals were deliciously drenched in every crease and fold under Adam\u2019s most passionate pollination. I knew I would never be the same again.<\/span><\/p>\n

Soft and slow, we fell into each other, still tightly clasped in our tangled embrace of arms and legs and eschewed bedsheets, skin against skin we glowed. The only sound in the soft blue moonlight of the bedroom dark was the steady tempo of the rain outside and the panting of our breaths.<\/span><\/p>\n

For the rest of the night we held each other. I snuggled deep into Adam\u2019s embrace, burying my face in the safe harbor where his neck and shoulder joined, his head resting <\/span>on top of mine. I felt him kiss my hair as he murmured sweet endearments. Being like this in Adam\u2019s embrace \u2013 so intimately close \u2013 filled me with a liquid warmth that was more precious than all the gold in the world.<\/span><\/p>\n

We watched as the rain drizzled erotic hieroglyphs over the outside of the window, a remembrance of yesterday, while the humid heat that arose from our repast of passion left their own steamy symbols on the inside of the hushed bedroom window, pictures easily deciphered by Adam and I since it was our lovemaking that created them.<\/span><\/p>\n

Nestled in the crook of Adam\u2019s right arm while his left hand rested on my bare belly, it felt so protective the way his large hand rested there just above my pubis mound, the downy chestnut curls still wet from our love\u2019s physical exertions. Soft and silent, my hand caressed the muscles in his broad chest, playing in his chest\u2019s lush pasture of silken curls, then my fingers playfully traced circles around his navel.<\/span><\/p>\n

Adam gave a low moan and pulled me tighter against his side, his lips pressing a lingering kiss to my temple. I smiled, sighed contentedly, and nuzzled deeper into Adam. I didn\u2019t have to look at the window to know that the night\u2019s indigo blue was slowly changing to streaks of deep lavender and dusty rose and antique gold\u2026dawn was here.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dawn.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDawn is here. It\u2019s a new day,\u201d I whispered to Adam. \u201cWhere do we go from here?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe go forward,\u201d Adam said as he turned on his side to face me.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTogether?\u201d I asked uncertainly.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTogether,\u201d Adam whispered, gazing deep into my eyes. \u201cYou never have to be alone again,\u201d he said as his hand tenderly caressed my face, his lips found my trembling lips and we kissed long and slow\u2026it was a kiss to rival the ages.<\/span><\/p>\n

I never have to be alone again, Adam had said. And you know\u2026I never was.<\/span><\/p>\n

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