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    A Thin Line – Chpt 8

    I took a hand from her shoulder and placed it between my legs on the outside of my jeans and pushed up.

    “Feel this. I’m throbbing. I want you so badly, I can’t stand it,” was my answer. I let go of her hand and she removed it from my crotch, reaching up to stroke the passion and windblown hair from my face. “I don’t understand why I want you so badly, Helena. Fuck, I don’t have any idea what I’m doing.” I looked into her eyes; the moon shed just enough light to search them. “What are we doing?” I pled for illumination to the mystery before me.

    Helena ran both of her hands down the length of both of my arms, and held my hands gently. Then she squeezed firmly and moved her lips toward mine for a supple kiss. She nestled her face against mine, and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me close to her. I reveled in the touch of her exotic nipples touching mine. I rubbed my hips against her.

    Finally, when I stilled, Helena answered my question softly. To the air next to my ear, she whispered, “Bette, I guess I’m trying to demonstrate to you how much I’ve longed for you. For years. Since the first moment I saw you.”

    Despite my curiosity, I didn’t want to ask when that was. After several moments, just standing there holding her, I backed away one step, and zipped and buttoned my jeans. I looked up and read the expression on her face. She was afraid that I was finished with our interaction. Perhaps that I was even leaving.

    I kissed her again in an attempt to reassure her that she had not scared me away. We both moaned. “Let’s make you presentable,” I smiled and said. I reached over and hooked the front clasp of her bra, and pressed my lips against her chest. Then I slowly buttoned her top, and took her hand. “Let’s go inside as you suggested,” I urged, turning to lead her towards the steps to her deck, gently, but needlessly coaxing her with me. “We have another bottle of wine to taste,” I reminded her.

    “You’re staying,” Helena said. I wasn’t sure if it was a statement of surprise or a question.

    I turned my head and leaned over to kiss her as we walked. I loved that the sand beneath our feet slowed our stride.

    When our lips parted, I grinned and replied, “Yes, I’m staying. Unless you want me to leave.”

    In answer, she swatted me playfully on the ass, as we made our way up the deck stairs.

    “Don’t even fucking think about it,” she dared, wrapping her arms around me from behind.

     

     

     

     

     

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    Comments

    1. Very hot action in this chapter. There’s certainly no turning back now with these two. Looking forward to your post next weekend. Take care and hurry back!

    2. Gosh, that is a fantastic update. Its great to see Bette in lust but still sufficient coherent to be going into this relationship with her eyes wide open. Looking forward to your next chapter.

    3. Zheese! Wow. I really am sorry for not commenting on this sooner. Things have been crazy here, and I’m just getting a moment to myself. What a truly scintillating chapter…such imagery…such desire. I can’t wait to read the next part, and to my lovely surprise there is a next part. I hope you get this! Great job, as per usual.

    4. Zheese, Geez baby that was delicious and delicable and desirable and damn hot!!! Adored the playfulness and passion described between these two paramours. Now let’s get them inside and fulfill the pursuit of pleasure. Gratification must be had soon. Puh-lease let the zeal and zest dominate this union of broken hearts and perpetrate the renewal process. Can’t wait. Moist with anticipation of unfolding events. Thank you for this bountious bouquet. Your Loyal Fan.

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