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Friday, November 23, 2012

The End of Blame: Chapter 51 (adult)

He pushed the door to the bedroom open with one hand, his other arm wrapped around her back, as he pulled her close into a warm, deep kiss.  He used his foot to close the door behind him, and made his way, with her in his arms, their mouths on each others', to the bed.  He backed her up to the edge of it, and she sat, in front of him.  She looked up at him, with her green eyes sparkling, and whispered, "Whatever you need, Todd, I'm here."

Everything he had lived for, for eight years alone, was tied up in her voice, and he felt himself stiffen at the sound of it.  Her airy, soft voice, in all it's forms - her laugh, her "Tawd!" when berating him, thanking him, calling his name when in ecstasy, singing to him - all of it was memorized like a prayer in his heart.  He raced to undo his belt and pants himself, eager to be lost in her, and something caused him to be unable to wait, made him want her that moment, and to wait no longer.

She pulled off her top and slacks, and tossed them onto the floor.  With his shirt undone and open, and his tank undershirt clinging to his perfect body, he found her eyes again, and ran his hands over her breasts and chest.  Then, he delicately drew a single finger across her collarbone, before running it down her body.  Kissing her neck, he moved his hand down, and pushing her panties aside, slid his finger all the way inside her.

"Yes," she whispered, letting her head hang back under his touch.  He was more urgent and aggressive than usual, as he stripped her underclothes off, and drew his tongue down her torso, and she loved it.  His mouth licked and sucked at her at a feverish pace, his lips leaving no place unkissed.  When his tongue moved in and out of her, she opened her legs wider, and put her hands into his hair, running her fingers through it, like spun silk.

Within a few moments, he was on top of her, and looking directly into her eyes, plunged inside her, causing her to moan with surprise and pleasure.  She loved him like this and looked at him, her beautiful man, as he closed his eyes and let out a groan that brought ripples of pleasure to her.  Somehow, after the years together, she saw something new almost every time.  This night, he was forceful, dynamic, and hard, and didn't bother waiting for her lead.  She was more than excited by him; she was ravenous.

She said, "What ever's gotten into you, I like," and she pulled his mouth to hers, tasting herself and his lips.

"You like this?" he asked, and lifted one of her long legs over his shoulder.  She curled it around his back, and he changed his motion and speed, pushing her against the bed with great power.  She grabbed onto him, her fingers pushing into the skin on his back, as if she could not get him close enough.  She squealed as he brought the pace up more and she peaked, feeling herself spasm against him.  He murmured something about how he could feel her, and exploded inside, not long after.

He fell onto her and then rolled off, lying next to her.  Reaching for her hand, he wove his fingers in hers.  Both of them were breathing heavily, and he said,  "Do I ever scare you?"

"Scare me?" she turned on her side to face him.  "You don't ever scare me.  It's not possible.  You turned me on, so much.  How did you feel, Todd, being a little . . . like that with me?"

He looked at her, and sighed, "I just wanted you so much, I couldn't wait or hold back.  It felt . . . well, you know, good to just let go."

She smiled, "That is music to my ears, Mr. Manning.  Not to say I don't love all the ways you make love to me.  Your tenderness and sweetness I love so much.  And that slow, long stuff in the tub.  But, there's something to be said for this.  It was an unexpected surprise.  Like that time in Ireland, not long back."  He knew just what she was speaking of.  "I think you've only been like that one or two times.  Mostly when we were fighting, or apart a long time or something."

"Wait, wasn't that always?"

"Oh, stop, you!"  And she played with the hair hanging over his shoulder, and kissed him.  "I love you so much."

"I love you, more," he said.

"Now," she tweaked his nose, "tell me everything that happened in your session."

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The afternoon lingered, Todd and Blair upstairs in the bedroom, Little Ray, napping in his nursery, and the family, downstairs in the kitchen and family room.  Sister Rebecca Katherine made dinner, her famous pork chops and sauerkraut.  Sam ran into the kitchen, "Sister Becca Thrin, what's that smell?"  he said, plugging his nostrils with his little fingers..

"It's only the sauerkraut, here, have a bite." She put a piece of pork chop and the shredded cabbage on a fork, and fed it to him.

"Pew, that smells!  But it tastes okay.  I just have to keep squeezing my nose while I eat it."

"Now, Sammy boy, you'll get used to the smell soon enough."

"No, such thing, Sam, don't buy it for a gosh darn minute, " Timothy said, "She's tellin' ya a fast one."

Jack came into the room, "Eww, it smells in here."

"Oh, stop your bellyachin'.  Once you've eaten it, you forget the smell like magic."

"It'll take David Copperfield," Todd said as he and Blair descended the staircase, "What the Hell died in here?"

Blair elbowed him, "Tawwd!"

"Yeah?  I mean, it does stink in here.  Sister, you should go and get checked."

"Now stop your malarkey, and sit down to enjoy it." The nun said, holding back her laugh.

The family all attempted to ignore the odor and enjoy the meal.  Soon, as The Sister predicted, the smell was less noticeable.  It was quite delicious, and Todd said, "Good thing no one is planning to come by and see us tonight, with us all here holding our noses."

"Don't worry, Lad, if they come back in a week, it will be here.  It lingers for days!"  Timothy said.

Sam cracked up and said, "Good one, Grandpa!"

"Oh stop," Blair said, "Sister, it's quite good."

"Yes, I agree," Starr said.

"I thank ya, and I don't listen to the likes of you, Todd Manning and TImothy Broderick!  You're both just a bit full of blarney, that's what ya are!"

"You know I love you," Todd said, leaning over and kissing her cheek, but before reaching her, he exaggeratedly plugged his nose.  The nun turned and slapped his shoulder playfully.

Everyone helped clean up the kitchen, following the dinner, and Sam opened the back door, letting some air in.  "Maybe this will help with that smell!"

Shaun, walking in the house said, "God, what's that smell?"

"Not you too," Sister said, as the kids laughed.  "Would you like some?"

"Uh, I've already eaten, thanks," he said.


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