mewling in her contented pleasure.
"I'm so into you," she purred.
Elias nuzzled her neck with his face and sucked on the lobe of her ear. "You are truly an amazing woman."
She playfully slapped at his arm wrapped across her breasts. "Me? You fucked me silly, you beast," she giggled. "If I had known it was going to be like that, I'd have done you the first night I met you. Holy shit!"
"Funny," he said. "I was just thinking the same thing."
"Can you move?" she asked.
"I think I could probably reach the floor, why?"
"I would love a beer right now."
"I can do that."
"Oh, you really are my perfect lover," she sighed, and she stretched her neck back to kiss his lips.
He came back in the room with two beers, handed her one, and slipped back into bed with her. "I'm thinking that I want you to stay here with me tonight, and most of tomorrow. I really love holding you, and feeling your body next to mine."
"You are waxing poetic on me," she said.
"I'm just really enthralled at the moment."
"Yeah? Damn, and here I am with nothing more to ask of you than a beer."
She took a long drink from her bottle and then ran her hand across his chest. "God you are divine. I want you to believe that you have definitely made me feel alive again. I feel like I can see, and hear, and taste the world."
"Now who's waxing?"
"I'm serious," she told him. "You have given me myself back to me. I'll always be grateful to you for this, and everything else."
"You owe me nothing, because I feel the same way."
"I'm glad. Because once I quit quivering, and catch my breath, I'm going to suck you hard and ride you into this mattress."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Hmm."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
They slept until noon together on Sunday, and she woke wrapped inside his embrace to find him looking thoughtfully at her.
"Good morning lover,” she sighed.
"Good morning."
"What are you thinking?"
"Many things, mostly about you, and us, and the things I don't know, and the things I do."
"That sounds like a lot of thinking."
"Maybe. I'm hoping that sometime soon you'll be able to tell me the rest of the story."
Chelsea bit her lip and looked away. "It's not a pretty story, Elias. Can I have some more time before I bare that part of it to you?"
He held her close and kissed her neck. "No hurry. I doubt that the details will change my tactics much at this point."
She basked in his warmth for several minutes and then said, "Elias?"
"Yes?"
"I want to stay with you."
"I would like that as well. You sound fearful though."
"I am. I'm not sure that it will be possible."
"Because of Tomas? Or is there something else worrying you?"
"Tomas is enough."
Elias nodded. "He'll show up soon. Probably at the bar. There or Duffy's."
She turned and looked at him. "Yeah?"
He kissed her lips. "Don't worry lover. I not only expect it, I'm prepared for it. We'll deal with him. This time, at least. Then we'll prepare for the next. After that, it will be over, I promise you."
She turned away again and snuggled into him. "I really wish I could believe that it will be over some day. I really do. But he hurt me, Elias, and I'm very scared of him."
They lay together for several long minutes, caressing each other and letting the sunlight through the windows warm them. Then Elias suggested they shower and go down to the bar.
"Martin puts on a really good brunch. We can just catch the tail end of it if we don't dawdle."
"Dawdle? Who says that?" she laughed.
"My mother."
"Oh." She grinned. "Sorry. Let's go, and no dawdling."
In the shower, she ran her hands across the well-defined muscles of his shoulders and chest. "You hide this very well."
"What's that?"
"This," she said, gripping his shoulders. "I never thought you were this fucking strong until I saw you naked
"I'm so into you," she purred.
Elias nuzzled her neck with his face and sucked on the lobe of her ear. "You are truly an amazing woman."
She playfully slapped at his arm wrapped across her breasts. "Me? You fucked me silly, you beast," she giggled. "If I had known it was going to be like that, I'd have done you the first night I met you. Holy shit!"
"Funny," he said. "I was just thinking the same thing."
"Can you move?" she asked.
"I think I could probably reach the floor, why?"
"I would love a beer right now."
"I can do that."
"Oh, you really are my perfect lover," she sighed, and she stretched her neck back to kiss his lips.
He came back in the room with two beers, handed her one, and slipped back into bed with her. "I'm thinking that I want you to stay here with me tonight, and most of tomorrow. I really love holding you, and feeling your body next to mine."
"You are waxing poetic on me," she said.
"I'm just really enthralled at the moment."
"Yeah? Damn, and here I am with nothing more to ask of you than a beer."
She took a long drink from her bottle and then ran her hand across his chest. "God you are divine. I want you to believe that you have definitely made me feel alive again. I feel like I can see, and hear, and taste the world."
"Now who's waxing?"
"I'm serious," she told him. "You have given me myself back to me. I'll always be grateful to you for this, and everything else."
"You owe me nothing, because I feel the same way."
"I'm glad. Because once I quit quivering, and catch my breath, I'm going to suck you hard and ride you into this mattress."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Hmm."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
They slept until noon together on Sunday, and she woke wrapped inside his embrace to find him looking thoughtfully at her.
"Good morning lover,” she sighed.
"Good morning."
"What are you thinking?"
"Many things, mostly about you, and us, and the things I don't know, and the things I do."
"That sounds like a lot of thinking."
"Maybe. I'm hoping that sometime soon you'll be able to tell me the rest of the story."
Chelsea bit her lip and looked away. "It's not a pretty story, Elias. Can I have some more time before I bare that part of it to you?"
He held her close and kissed her neck. "No hurry. I doubt that the details will change my tactics much at this point."
She basked in his warmth for several minutes and then said, "Elias?"
"Yes?"
"I want to stay with you."
"I would like that as well. You sound fearful though."
"I am. I'm not sure that it will be possible."
"Because of Tomas? Or is there something else worrying you?"
"Tomas is enough."
Elias nodded. "He'll show up soon. Probably at the bar. There or Duffy's."
She turned and looked at him. "Yeah?"
He kissed her lips. "Don't worry lover. I not only expect it, I'm prepared for it. We'll deal with him. This time, at least. Then we'll prepare for the next. After that, it will be over, I promise you."
She turned away again and snuggled into him. "I really wish I could believe that it will be over some day. I really do. But he hurt me, Elias, and I'm very scared of him."
They lay together for several long minutes, caressing each other and letting the sunlight through the windows warm them. Then Elias suggested they shower and go down to the bar.
"Martin puts on a really good brunch. We can just catch the tail end of it if we don't dawdle."
"Dawdle? Who says that?" she laughed.
"My mother."
"Oh." She grinned. "Sorry. Let's go, and no dawdling."
In the shower, she ran her hands across the well-defined muscles of his shoulders and chest. "You hide this very well."
"What's that?"
"This," she said, gripping his shoulders. "I never thought you were this fucking strong until I saw you naked
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