Chapter 18
The morning sky was just beginning to lighten when Dan woke up. He thought he should probably slip out of bed and go make coffee. He looked over at Julie, sleeping soundly, still wearing her shorts and tee shirt. Her thick brown hair, coppery from the summer sun, fanned out across the pillow on the left, her right hand resting, palm-up on the pillow over her head.
She looked so open and vulnerable. Dan was becoming aroused, but he knew that if he attempted to pull off her shorts, he’d wake her up. He wanted to make love to her while she slept, to wake her that way. His near continuous desire for his new wife amazed him, and he was no sexual novice! That Julie was a virgin that first night in the boathouse was an important component of it, he knew. Dan had been with many women, but he had never experienced this sense of possession. Julie wasn’t merely married to him…she was his. She belonged to Dan alone, now and forever.
He felt himself getting harder.
Damn. I should go make the coffee.
As he watched her, her eyes slowly opened. She sighed and stretched like a cat. She reached out to touch him.
“Morning… hm-m…I love you…”
To hell with the coffee.
Dan covered her body with his, nuzzling her neck. He tugged at her tee shirt, and she started to help him.
Stopping her, he said, “No, let me do it. Everything…”
He pulled the soft jersey material up and off. She laid there, arms up over her head, exposed and waiting. Her breasts were flattened and her chest was flushed pink. Dan circled a dark brown nipple with his tongue until it stood up straight. She quivered, but she kept her arms loose on the pillow above her head, her eyes nearly closed, knowing that was what he wanted.
Dan knew how impossible it was for her to stay motionless. He loved that he was driving her crazy, and himself, too. He pulled her shorts and silken panties down, off. She was going to move, but he looked up at her…and she stopped.
“Honey, I should shower …”
“No. No shower,” he murmured.
“Don’t move, Julie… don’t move.”
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