CHAPTER – 6: A Gift

My sleep was restless. At one point, I remember feeling a cold draft on my back. While I was slowly rousing up from my sleep, I felt the bed sag and a warm hand running on my back in a soothing manner, massaging. Then there were the whispered words, “Sssshhh! Just relax, and sleep,” repeated like a mantra, urging me back to sleep.

I remember the hands being replaced by the warmth of a soft body molding itself against my back, spooning. An arm encircled my body, tender fingers caressing my chest, lulling me to sleep with their gentle caress while cuddling me. The rhythmic blow of hot air on my neck and shoulder from the steady breathing, interspersed with soft kisses... urging me to relax and sleep. I was too tired to respond, and the almost hypnotic manipulations of the hand and the whispers were difficult to resist. I was enveloped by the warmth of a female body, giving me shelter and guiding me into a deep, dreamless sleep. Somehow I knew I was in the care of loving hands. That was the last thing I remembered.

Several hours later, I woke up, coming out from deep sleep. The transition was gentle, going through gradual steps, from sleep to half-awake to fully awake, with a dreamy quality... a very pleasant experience compared to how I usually woke up at the rig-site—a sudden lurching wakefulness. Before I woke up completely, I knew Dana was spooned behind me. Her breasts were soft pillows, the heat of her lower belly warming my lower back, and her arm clutching me with a gentle hold. I listened to her steady breathing, content to be in her arms, her body a warm comforting presence. I felt at peace, with myself, and with the world.

As my senses came fully awake, I opened my eyes. A full moon was supplying the illumination through the half-open drapes, bathing the room with a soft, diffuse light. I knew I was well rested, and couldn’t go back to sleep. Yet. I was undecided, caught between wanting to soak and lose myself in the feel of this gentle woman, and wanting to watch her sleeping form in the soft moonlight filtering into the room. I didn’t want to disturb and wake her up prematurely, so I stayed in the bed for quite some time. Eventually the decision was taken out of my hands, when nature came calling.

I extracted myself gently from her embrace, being careful not to disturb her, and got out of the bed. After the pit stop, I decided to brush my teeth and tongue to get rid off the dead mouse that seemed to have found a home in my mouth. Back in the room, I moved the armchair to face the bed, before taking a seat. I watched her sleeping peacefully, with her hair half spread on the pillow, and half covering her delicate features. She was a vision of beauty, but that was pale compared to what I had come to know; her inner beauty, the gentle, loving, caring soul she had shared with me. As I thought about what she had gone through, my anger flared at the unfairness of it all. She was a rare treasure, not only as a woman but as a human being. As I continued to watch her sleeping form, I slowly came to the realization that anger had no place, here, in this room, especially in her presence, and I let it go. That was a surprise, because I had very rarely let go of my anger before, usually only when it had started to overwhelm me. Most of the time I suppressed it, or kept it under careful control, always close by, at my call.

What did you do to me, Dana? You, sweet, gentle soul... what kind of magic have you used on me? Thank you... I wish I could help you some way. I’m sorry I haven’t been much of a help to you.

With these thoughts running in my mind, my heart ached for her and her pains. At first, I didn’t notice it, not until my vision got blurry. Even then, my first thought was I must be getting sick. When I felt the first drops of tears on my chest, I realized, I was crying. I ruefully thought, ‘I’m turning into a regular crybaby,’ but I didn’t fight it. It was a quiet cry, the tears running steadily, until they came to a stop on their own. I wiped my eyes, and cheeks, then took a quick look at Dana and saw her still asleep.

I was ready to go back to bed, but there was one more thing I wanted to do before that. I wanted to remember her, as she was now, an angel sleeping. All the time we’ve spent together was already in my recollection, but I didn’t want to leave anything to chance. If over time some of them faded, I wanted a special one that would stay with me for a long time. She was one of those rare people with whom I felt a special bond. I wanted to make sure that this moment was captured; a small part of her forever a part of me.

I regulated my breathing, and went about clearing my mind. Once that was done, I let what my eyes were seeing fill in the empty space. Then recalling memories of her voice, her fragrance, the feel of her body as I held her in my arms, the heat of her body as she spooned with me, I added them to the image. When I was satisfied with the results, I cleared my mind, and after several deep breaths, I stood up and stretched my muscles. Now, I was ready for a couple more hours of sleep.

I carefully got into the bed on Dana’s side, with the intention of spooning with her, but I realized my body was ice cold. Pulling the sheet and the blanket over me, I waited until my body was warm, and rolling on my right side, I gently molded my body behind her. At the contact, she started to rouse, almost waking up, but then relaxed to my embrace. My left arm encircled her and she instinctively moved my hand to her right breast, and pressed her body against my chest. Pushing her ass back, looking for more bodily contact, she molded herself to me. I realized she was half-awake. I heard a soft sigh escape her lips, and in a few minutes, she faded into a deep slumber, her breathing steady and slow. A while later, I fell asleep, cuddling an angel that had crossed my path.

 

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I must have moved sometime during the night; when I woke up, I was on my back. Dana was on her side, half draped on my body, her head resting on the crook of my arm, her right arm thrown carelessly on my chest, and a firm breast pressing against my right side. She had her right leg over and entwined between my legs, her hot juncture and pubic hair resting on my right thigh. To my consternation, I realized she was completely naked. At least I had my boxers on.

It was early morning and dark, with little illumination. I guessed the full moon was probably setting down. When I turned my head to inhale her fragrance I felt her hand move, drawing, tracing patterns. I responded by caressing her from shoulder to hipbone with my left hand. She looked up with sleepy eyes.

“Good morning, beautiful,” I said.

She raised herself a bit and slid up, her right hand brushing my cheek with her fingers. “Good morning, handsome. How did you sleep?”

“Like a baby. How about you?”

“Best sleep I’ve ever had,” she replied giving me warm smile, then put her head on my shoulder. Her right hand was busy caressing my neck, and down my shoulder and chest, tracing patterns, raising goose bumps with her featherlike touch.

“Do you mind that I came to your bed?” she asked.

“No. Just surprised,” I replied, wondering why she had.

Perhaps she heard my unspoken question, or perhaps she wanted to explain herself, because she said, “I couldn’t sleep for a while... restless... decided to check on you, and you were having an uneasy sleep. I guess I felt lonely and wanted the company as well.”

I kissed her on top of her head, but then I chuckled at the thought of spending the night with this gorgeous woman, remembering we had chosen a suite to have privacy.

“What’s so funny?”

“Oh! It’s nothing.”

She rose up, looking at me. “Come on, fess up. What’s so funny?”

“It’s your question. How can any man, let alone a 25 year old hormonal guy, mind spending the night in the arms of a gorgeous woman like you?” I replied.

She gave me an admonishing look. Then, softening her expression, she said, “You aren’t hormonal, Mitch. You are a gentleman. Otherwise I wouldn’t have been here.”

I offered sincere thanks for her compliment. She had an unreadable expression on her face, and her eyes seemed to be searching for something... but for what, I didn’t know.

“Are you all right?”

She nodded, giving me a smile, “I’ve never been better.” Then she lowered her face, and kissed me on my lips, taking me by surprise. It was a gentle, caring kiss, but there was a subtle hint of passion that made my blood course faster, waking me up.

Pulling back, she gave me the same searching look, then her face broke into a smile, her lips curling with amusement, as if she knew something that I did not. “There is a lot that can be said for being a gentleman, but... like anything else, it shouldn’t be taken to excess.”

I looked at her and blinked, confused, before...

Is she saying what I think she’s saying?

She lowered her face and gave me another kiss, full of passion, taking my breath away, and bringing my blood to a boil in mere seconds. I sure was awake if I hadn’t been before. When the kiss ended, I was panting, and I could feel my pulse in my temples. Her heat on my thigh was already starting to burn me. I saw her self-satisfied smile at the effect her kiss was having on me. I gave her a questioning look, but all I got in return was a small nod and a soft smile. Before I could react, she straddled me, and lowering her torso to my chest, she started rubbing her erect nipples against my chest.

I wanted her... but this was going too fast. I wanted to slow things down a bit. More importantly, I wanted to make sure this was what she really wanted. I pushed myself up to an almost upright sitting position. Then I wrapped my left arm around her, pinning her torso to mine. Using my right arm as a pivot, and my legs as leverage, I quickly but carefully flipped and rolled our bodies, getting a surprised shriek for my efforts. Once she was on her back, I extracted my left arm behind her back, and put my hands on either side of her torso to support myself, looking at her.

She was watching me with curious eyes, although her desire was clear. Putting my arm down to support my weight on one elbow, I lowered my body, and with my free hand, I brushed her temple, down her cheek, neck, and then up behind her ear. When I leaned for a kiss, her hands reached to clutch my neck and pulled my head down. She kissed me with a fierce passion and hunger. There was no question about what she wanted, but my overworking mind was questioning her motives. As the kiss ended, I looked in her eyes searching for answers.

Sensing my hesitation, she reined in her passion, and asked, “What is it... Mitch?”

“You don’t know how happy I am to get to know you. You’ll always be a part of me, Dana. Whether we do something or not.” I replied.

She gave me a brilliant smile. “I know that. And I am happy to get to know you. You’ll always be part of me, but... but, I want to have a special memory from you. Of you.”

I sensed that was what she wanted, and her eyes were telling me the same thing and more. She knew years from now, I would remember what we were going to share and that was what she wanted. Her gift to me. The emotion of the moment caught me like a violent storm, and I felt my eyes getting moist.

“Mitch. This is not therapy. This is happy making, and I want this to be my gift to you as well as your gift to me,” she said, and pulled me down for a soul kiss, making me lose myself in her.

When the kiss was over, I lifted my body, and sitting on my heels, took a good look at her.

“I think I’m overdressed for this party,” I said, and went about removing my boxers.

She spread her legs in invitation, feet firmly planted on the bed, and knees raised. I could already smell her arousal. On my knees, I crawled between her legs, and hunched over her body, one arm supporting my weight on the side of her torso. I brushed my fingertips, tracing soft, teasing patterns from her forehead to her cheek, then to her neck. Down to her shoulder, I moved to her collarbone, then headed south to her tits. She had great tits, full, firm, yet they were soft without being saggy or flat. Lowering my lips, I gave teasing licks to her left breast, evading the nipple. Making small circles, my tongue moved closer to her nipple. After licking her areola, I moved to her right breast, repeating the same pattern. Her breath was catching and she raised her chest urging me to take her nipple, her hand reaching out to pull my head down to her breast.

I quickly raised my head. Getting hold of both her hands, I gently crossed them and held them above her head with one hand. Transferring my weight to that hand, I had my other hand free to stroke and tease her breasts. When I was restraining her hands, I paid careful attention to her reaction, looking for any signs of anxiety; her violent experience in the past not far from my mind. She wasn’t scared being under my control, but she was getting impatient. To appease her, I quickly captured one nipple, gently licked it, and closing my lips around it, applied suction. When it was hard, I gave little nips with my teeth. Her back arched, and I could hear her breathing getting heavy. She had sensitive nipples. Turning my attention on the other nipple, I licked and sucked it to hardness.

Her hips were active, rolling, twisting. I spent several minutes teasing her breasts and nipples, using my hand, and lips, and tongue. Lowering my body, I let her nipples dig into my chest while kissing. By Gods, did she know how to kiss!

Lifting off her, I let go of her hands, but she kept them there, watching my next move. Kneeling, I rested my weight on one hand, and I ran my fingers under her breasts, cupping them and pulling her nipples, gently twisting them. Then I traced my fingers down her sides, and onto her belly, feeling it contract. I moved down, kissing and licking as I went. Soon I was settled between her legs. Bypassing the strategic places, I started with the insides of her right thigh, licking, kissing, and running the back of my finger and nails over her smooth skin, making her shiver. I repeated my attentions on the other thigh and, sensing her impatience, I relented.

I moved my hand to her pussy, which was clean shaven except for a narrow patch of hair over her mons. Her labia were already swollen, and seeping some moisture. I slid a finger between her folds, collecting her dew, and ran it along her slit, parting her lips, drawing a soft gasp. I could feel her heat, and I couldn’t wait longer to taste her, so I leaned forward to kiss her labia. Extending my tongue, I licked from bottom to top, trying to get a good taste, while spreading her lips further, and felt her shudder. Her oils were light, almost watery, and tasted great. I started to work on the inner lips, giving quick licks, and her hips started to get active. I applied a little suction on her labia, slowly making my way to her clitoris, which was peeking out from its protective hood. Licking around it, I gave it a soft swipe with the bottom part of my tongue, making her jerk. I put my hands on her inner thighs, and spread her legs further. She raised her hips and her hands clutched my head, guiding me to lick her the way she wanted. I followed her lead.

While my tongue was busy, I removed one hand, and slowly inserted a finger. She was tight and hot. And very wet. The abundance of her oils helped me to penetrate her channel easily. I slowly stroked my finger, and added another finger... and rotated them. Forming a hook, I went looking for the ‘on’ switch. If what I had read in Playboy was true, her special spot should be somewhere in the roof of her channel. Concentrating on what my fingers were ‘seeing’, I continued my search until I came across a bumpy spot that felt different than the surrounding area, when she gave a little yelp. I gave a soft experimental rub, and almost got my lips cut when she suddenly jerked her hips up, with a shriek.

Yayyy! Jackpot!

I moved my hand from the insides of her thigh to her belly to restrain any violent reactions as much as possible. I started licking and sucking around her clitoris, with an occasional direct swipe, and rubbed her special spot with my fingers. Her hips went crazy, rolling and jerking, her hands pulling and pushing my head, almost ripping my hair. There was no way I could restrain her violent reaction, so I just tried to keep my mouth and fingers in place. I was enjoying myself too much, so I didn’t let go.

Her little shrieks changed to soft mewling sounds. I eased up a bit to let her catch her breath, before resuming my attack with increased vigor. She started a soft wail, and her hips started to shake, and I could feel tremors running across her belly. Her hands pulled me hard to her pussy. She slammed her hips to my face... and she froze, giving a moan that ended with a small scream.

I felt her pussy fluttering around my fingers, as her channel got even wetter. Her hands pushed my head away, and taking the hint her clitoris was feeling sensitive, I focused my attention on her labia and inner lips, while stroking my fingers very slowly, giving occasional and featherlike rubs to her special spot. She was panting as if she had finished a 100 yards dash interspersed with occasional mewls. I gave her soft slow strokes with my fingers, and once her flutters stopped, I pulled them out slowly. Giving a long swipe with my tongue, I probed inside her channel as far as I could, enjoying her taste. I finished my attention to her pussy with soft licks. When I looked up, her eyes were droopy as if she was ready to fall asleep, with a contented smile on her lips.

I kissed my way up her body. Supporting myself over her, I leaned in for a kiss, wanting to lose myself in her. Her arms came up, encircling my back, and she pulled me down... hard... surprising me with her strength. This lady was a real tiger. All my weight was on her, her breasts crushed under my chest. When I tried to lift myself up, she was having none of it, insistently pulling down, so I succumbed, luxuriating in the lush feel of her body. Then she locked her lips to mine, and gave me one of her passionate kisses, making me forget everything.

When the kiss ended, I was hot as a firecracker, my erection throbbing with urgency against the inside of her thigh. I was scared I would pop before I had a chance to get inside her. It had been quite a long time for me, and what’s more she was way beyond any girl I had been with. I lifted up my body, keeping contact with her breasts. Then it occurred to me I had to get to my suitcase for condoms. I never thought I would get lucky, and now I was caught unprepared. I was pondering how to get to them without breaking the mood, when she noticed something was up. She gave me a questioning look.

“I-I... ummm... I hate to break this moment, but I need to get to my suitcase... for condoms,” I said.

“Mitch, are you clean?” she asked.

I nodded.

She said, “I’m also clean. It’s been quite a while, and I have always been careful.”

When I gave her a questioning look, she nodded.

“I think we know each other well enough to trust. I want you like this. I want to feel you... all of you inside me—flesh-to-flesh. Is that all right?” she asked.

Instead of answering her, I kissed her. While we were kissing, her hand reached down, and I lifted my hips to allow her hand some room. Finding me already hard and ready, she rubbed the head between her folds, coating it with her oils, then guided me into her entrance.

When I eased forward, I felt her wetness and heat. With short strokes, I started to slide into her tight channel, taking my time to make sure I was properly lubricated. She was really tight, but I could feel her trying to loosen to ease my entry and her wetness helped. She felt like liquid heat. I hadn’t felt that kind of heat before, but then I had not been with too many women. Pulling her knees up more, she placed her heels on my buttocks, urging me to go deeper. Completely inside, I took a look at her. Her blue eyes were intense pools, full of passion and warmth. I felt I was drowning in a sea of love. I wanted to kiss her, but I knew if I did, I would lose it before I even started making love to her.

I started with short strokes, and when I felt her get used to me, switched to long strokes at a slow pace, enjoying her slick channel and heat. I changed between long and short strokes, making sure I was grinding my pubic bone to stimulate her clitoris. Her hips were rolling and twisting and then, I felt her use her inner muscles, catching me by surprise. She was already tight to start with, and when she started using her inner muscles, there was no way I could last, so I buried myself in her depths and stopped my strokes. She urged me with her heels, and threw her hips at me, but I ignored her.

Giving her an earnest look, I said, “If you want to enjoy this, you have to ease up on me, OK? Otherwise, I’ll pop very quickly. It’s been a long time, and you’re feeling fabulous. I can’t last if you keep that up.”

She stopped massaging me with her inner muscles and let me drive. When I calmed down, I started to stroke again at a slow pace, and kept it up for quite some time, changing the pace and the length of the strokes. Supporting my weight on one arm, I teased her breasts. Then, hunching, I sucked on her nipples, nipping them with small bites. Lowering myself, I kissed her neck, while rubbing my chest on her nipples. I could feel she was getting closer, and I was moving along as well. I wasn’t sure if I could hold out until she came, so I slowed my pace further. But this time, she was having none of it, and urged me on.

“Mitch, please. Let go. I want you to let go,” she said.

When I didn’t comply, she threw her hips at me, trying to fuck me, while rolling them. As if that wasn’t bad enough—or good enough depending on your point of view—she started using her inner muscles, again. When I gave her a warning look, she answered with a remorseless grin. I could feel the tingling sensation at the root of my cock, and knew I was getting ready to unload. To distract her, I took several short hard strokes, and was pleased to see her catch her breath. For a moment she faltered with her internal massaging and eased up on me. So I kept up the hard short strokes. But with her tightness, I was getting there faster. The stimulation was too much. I was desperately trying to find a way to make her come.

Pulling her knees more, she locked her feet on my lower back, which tilted her hips, changing the angle, and allowing me to penetrate deeper than before. I took couple of hard short strokes, taking advantage of the position, and then with a long slow stroke I penetrated as deep as I can. I didn’t want to come, yet.

“Come in me, Mitch. Give it to me,” she said softly.

I was struggling to keep myself from unloading in her, and I saw her give me a shake of her head as if to say ‘don’t hold back.’ I gave her a pleading look, but for all my trouble she answered with a grin like a cat that’s about to swallow a mouse. Seeing how much she wanted it this way, I gave up my efforts to control the burning feeling in my balls, letting out a resigned sigh.

“Yesss. I want it... all of it,” she said, her throaty voice driving me crazy with desire.

To make her point, she gave a teasing, almost playful smile and started to milk me with her muscles, making me squeeze my eyes shut with pleasure, and drawing out a moan. I opened my eyes, not wanting to miss her eyes glittering with arousal. She was really enjoying making me cry with pleasure, and I found myself lost in her blue eyes, letting her carry me over. When she felt me pulse, her face lit up in joy, and she pulled me in for one of her soul kisses. It was an overwhelming experience. The combination of her kiss and the milking actions felt like I was being drained at both ends. Like a candle being burned at both ends. As my pulses weakened, she kept her milking action, drawing out my pleasure.

Then, I felt her moan in my mouth, and she broke the kiss. Her hands moved to my shoulders and her fingers dug in painfully. She looked like she was having difficulty breathing. Then her back started to arch, and her nipples dug into my chest like hard pebbles. I lifted off her body, supporting my weight on my arms, to allow her to breath more easily. Her eyes closed, and she sucked in her breath, before starting a soft wail. I felt her pussy flutter, not the regular massaging she had been doing, but erratic flutters. Realizing she was coming, I ground my pubic bone into her, trying to stimulate her clitoris. The way she arched her back offered her breasts to my tender mercies, so I took advantage of the situation. Hunching myself, I captured one erect nipple and sucked at it... hard. Then nipping it between my teeth, I pulled it gently, making her scream. Switching to her other nipple, I repeated the treatment. Then she relaxed, and sank into the bed. As she was starting to come down, I licked her breasts and suckled her nipples. When she opened her eyes, their intensity fixed me. They were enormous pools, and I felt like I was drowning in their depths. So blue, azure blue and swirling... I could feel the after effects of her orgasm, the ripples in her belly, and the occasional trembling that coursed through her body.

I leaned for a kiss, and she grabbed me in a fierce hug, pulling me down hard, wanting my weight on her body. I acquiesced, and while lowering my body, slid my hands under her, taking my weight on my elbows, and hugging her. She writhed, rubbing her breasts against my chest while locking her lips to mine for another of her trademark kisses. It left both of us breathless and panting. I felt like I had gone through the wringer, completely drained, and drowsy. I didn’t want to fall asleep. Especially with my weight on her body. I started to kiss her neck and shoulder, luxuriating in the lush feel of her body.

“Stay inside me, Mitch,” she whispered.

For several minutes, we stayed like that, entwined. She unlocked her feet and put her heels on my ass. I was semi-hard, going soft, and she started to massage me with her internal muscles, making me gasp. I licked behind her ear, and nuzzled her neck, making her shiver.

I gently admonished her. “Behave.”

Even though I was enjoying her attentions immensely, I wanted to catch my breath for the second round.

She laughed, and with a playful tone she asked, “Am I too much woman for you?”

I rose up, and looking straight in her eyes, I replied, “You know you are.”

We both knew the score there. I was happy that she had come, and I wasn’t bothered that I lasted such a short time, and came before she had.

She cupped my face in her hands, and giving me a loving look. “Ahh! Sweetie. I didn’t scare you, did I? You’re fun. Much more fun than you can imagine. I loved it.”

Then moving her hands to my neck, she pulled me in for another kiss. By Gods, I never enjoyed kissing as much as I did with her. She gave me a couple of hard grips using her inner muscles, making me pant in her mouth. When we broke the kiss, my head was spinning. With a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, she kept her gaze on me, and started to roll her hips suggestively, making us both break out in laughter. I hadn’t recuperated yet, I needed a bit more time. I’d never had a partner like her before, with such control of her vaginal muscles. Her playful nature, how she shared herself with me, endeared her to me, with the other things I felt for her. I wanted to cuddle with her, and enjoy the feel of her body.

“Can we change position... you know roll over, so you’re on top? I want to cuddle, and feel your body on mine.”

“As long as you stay inside me,” she replied.

Carefully we rearranged ourselves, so that we could roll over without breaking our connection. Once I was on my back, she reached for the sheets and the blanket, pulling them over her lower back, before draping herself over me. Then she put her arms on my chest, crossing them and resting her chin on them.

“Why didn’t you let me drive? You almost missed it,” I asked.

She gave me an amused smile. “I had already come, if you remember. And I was so hot to have you come inside me... I really wanted to feel you coming in me. I knew you might not last, and wanted to drive you crazy.”

“Well, you did.”

With a self-satisfied grin, she said, “Good. It was a trip. You may not realize that, but it was a real trip, doing that for you.”

I could see her point. It had been a trip, and she had enjoyed it. That wouldn’t have changed if she hadn’t come.

I felt her grip me. When I gave her a questioning look, she replied, “Oh, I don’t think we are finished yet,” like a spoiled child who had been given a new toy, making me laugh.

“Gods, Dana. I may be young and hormonal, but I’m not sure I’ll survive you,” I retorted.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you survive. That’s another thing you’ll come to know. At a certain age, we get to be insatiable, but not too insatiable to waste a stud like you,” she replied, with a teasing grin while she continued with her internal massaging.

“I think I’m getting the idea,” I retorted. Then in a more serious tone I added, “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you, Dana. I’m not talking about what we did, although that’s part of it.”

When I raised my head, she leaned, and we shared a soft kiss.

Could I say it? Should I say it? If I can’t say this to her, then to whom can I say?

“I love you,” I whispered.

Her eyes widened for a moment, then she gave me a long appraising look.

“I love you too, Mitch... but—”

I shushed her. “One has nothing to do with the other. I know how I feel about you... and her. I love you. You’ll always be a part of me.”

I cupped her face, giving her a look that said I meant it. I was coming to realize the depth of my feelings for this woman, and when I thought about it, the intensity of my feelings surprised me.

“I’ll never have enough of you. What we shared is only a small part of that. You have a piece of my heart. I can’t change that. I don’t want to change that,” I said with a conviction born out of certainty about my feelings for her. With that, I wrapped my arms around her, caressing her back.

She put her head down on her arms, and relaxed into my cuddle, but I sensed she was perturbed. I didn’t want her to think and worry about our little exchange. Moving a hand to her neck, I massaged several spots softly. There were several nerve bundles that if stimulated in the right manner helped a person to relax and fall asleep. I hadn’t used the technique before, but with the post coital glow and lethargy, I thought it would work on her, and make her fall asleep or at least relax.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t as lethargic, and after five minutes into the massage she asked, “What are you doing, Mitch?”

“Sssshhhh! Just relax. This will help you rest for a short while, and you need it. Trust me.”

She gave a sigh, and let herself be guided to sleep. A little later, she was breathing slowly, sleeping. Grabbing hold of the sheets and the blanket, I pulled them over her shoulders, covering us. My hands were busy running on her back, easing her into deeper sleep, and after a while, I followed her blissfully into sleep.

 

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