One Swinging Summer (6 page)

"It is the perfect night for this," he mentioned as we settled in, side by side. His arm was under my head, and I turned toward him so that I was facing his side. I slid my arm onto his chest and snuggled into him.

"So, do you come here often?" I asked him.

"I have never slept out here before, no." He turned his face toward me and kissed my forehead.

I stiffened up just a little, thinking maybe this was going to lead to more, and also thinking that I was fine with that thought.

"Relax," he said against my forehead, lips warm on my skin. "We have all the time in the world."

We drifted off like that, the sounds of the honeysuckle rustling in the distance.

I woke hours later, the sun just beginning to rise. The morning was still pink and orange, and there was a bit of fog slinking low on the ground. I was laying on my side, and I could feel Caleb behind me. I was nestled into him, his arm wrapped around my waist. The weight of him, his warmth, was comfortable. I smiled to myself as I caught a glimpse of movement a few yards away. I watched as three deer slowly walked through the yard. I picked my head up and propped it onto my hand, elbow against the trampoline, so that I could watch them better.

They heard me stir and looked my way, pausing in their journey. After a beat, they kept walking, the larger one herding two smaller ones.

"I told you," I heard whispered softly in my ear. "They love the morning."

"They are beautiful."

They wandered away from us, our quiet voices probably making them jumpy.

I lowered my head back down, and wiggled a bit against Caleb. His arm tightened around me, tucking me up against him. His lips found their way to the back of my neck, and I felt small, soft kisses start at my hairline and trace my neck, down to the curve of my shoulder. He kissed me a bit harder there, lingering. Then I felt the nip of his teeth as he softly bit that tender skin. I jumped a bit against him, startled. A jolt of liquid electricity ran from that spot and settled deep inside my core.

"You like that?" He mumbled against my neck.

All I could do was nod and whisper, "Yes."

"You smell wonderful," he said as he began kissing my neck once more, nipping occasionally.

Every little bite sent shivers through me. Alternating chaste little kisses, little bites and the feel of his tongue tasting my skin. Backed up to him like I was, I could feel him harden against me.

The arm he had wrapped around me shifted, and his hand started to caress me. It started at my hip, and slipped up to cup my breast. The warmth of his hand felt wonderful through the soft t-shirt fabric. His thumb teased my nipple until it stood at attention, pressing against his touch. All the while, his kisses continued. His hand paused in its exploration of my breast and slid up to the spot on my neck where he was nibbling. He hooked a finger in the neckline of the t-shirt and slid the opening of the shirt over my shoulder, baring more skin to his tongue. His mouth worked its way from my neck around the bend of my shoulder. His hand, finished with that little detour, returned its attention to my breast.

My eyes closed, and I leaned back into him, my breath starting to quicken. His hand slid back down to my waist, where his t-shirt was pooled around me. He slid his fingers against my bare skin, sliding up under the shirt, from my stomach back toward by breast. The heat of his touch tingled without the fabric of the shirt to block it.

I rolled into him, onto my back, so he could explore some more. His mouth came down onto mine and he kissed me teasingly, deeply, while his fingers made a trail to my other, neglected, breast. I raised my hands and slid them behind his head, pulling his mouth more firmly against mine, meeting his tongue thrust for thrust.

He slowed the kiss for a second, just long enough to nibble the edge of my lip the way he had nibbled my neck, then his tongue dove deep, and the kiss became frantic and searching. I let my hands explore his wide, solid shoulders, and run down to squeeze his biceps. It was like trying to squeeze sun-warmed marble. I moved my hands from his arms to his chest, and then around him to run them up and down his back. I felt the rope-like muscles on either side of his spine, and followed them down to curve around his ass. "Nice ass," I thought through the haze that was my lust-fogged brain.

I heard him moan as I squeezed his ass and used that leverage to pull him against me even more. His hand left my breast, and followed the indent of my waist, grazing over my stomach, and detouring around my hip to grab my ass as well. He then ran his hand from my ass, down the back of my leg, down toward the back of my knee, and used that grip to pull my knee forward, so that my whole body turned toward him, and my leg wrapped itself around his waist. That accomplished, his hand slid right back up to my ass and he pressed me close.

His hand slid back up to my waist, burrowed itself under the waistband of his sweats that I was wearing, and slid right back down to cup and squeeze my ass, this time with no fabric between my skin and his hand. Then he turned his hand at the wrist so that as he brought his hand from my ass, over my hip and onto my lower stomach, his fingers were facing down, the tips of them teasing just at the ridge of my panties.

He didn't slide his hands under my panties, but instead slid down over them, his fingers pressing against my wetness through the thin skin of the fabric barrier. As his warm hands explored between my legs, I slid my hands down inside the back of his pants and felt his hot, smooth skin and squeezed. I could feel his fingers trying to get inside me, blocked by my panties. "You are so wet, you are soaking through these," he said against my lips. I felt his fingers slide the thin fabric aside, and glide up and down between my lips before he slid two fingers inside me. I moaned against his mouth, my hips arching against his fingers, helping him inside farther.

My hips rocked back and forth against his hand and I heard him say, "Damn it girl, that is hot, you rocking like that."

"I can't help it," I mumbled back, as my hands wandered freely over his warm skin, pushing any clothing aside. As I pushed his pants down around his knees, he helped me out and kicked them off completely. He sat up just long enough to pull his shirt off over his head. Now there was nothing between my hands and him and I took full advantage of it.

We were still lying on the trampoline, covered by our blanket, but he was gloriously naked under it. After he helped me remove his clothes, he started on mine. My sweats and panties were kicked off to join his, and his soft t-shirt was quickly peeled the rest of the way from my body. Free of clothes, we went right back to exploring each other.

He pressed me back against the trampoline, holding my arms down above my head, kissing my lips and my neck. His mouth blazed a trail toward my breast, and as his head dipped south my eyes focused on the trees above us. I watched as the leaves blew slightly in the warm morning breeze and gasped when his tongue got to my nipple. I groaned and arched into him, pressing my nipple farther and farther into his mouth. His one hand released mine and cupped my other breast, as his mouth sucked and pulled. I was still pinned by his one arm holding both of my hands above my head, so I could not touch him in return. I lay there with the trees above us going in and out of focus as all I could do was feel what his other hand and his hot tongue was doing to my body, now half exposed to the warm breeze as the blanket fell to my waist.

He released my hands as his exploring worked its way farther south. His mouth traced kisses under my breasts, along my rib cage, and down the flat of my belly. My hips rocked back and forth again, of their own accord, in anticipation of what was coming. I heard his warm laughter against my skin as he noticed.

"I do aim to please," I heard him say for the second time, right before I lost all thought and hearing when his tongue slid between my lips. My hips bucked against him, and he put his fingers to work along side his tongue. "Oh, yes, come for me," I heard from his muffled mouth minutes later. "That's it, let me taste you."

The waves of pleasure that had been building finally broke, and I cried out. "Mmmm," He said against me. I barely heard him as I spiraled out of control. Before I had a chance to come down, I could feel his mouth making the reverse trip, kissing and nipping his way back up my body. As he got to my breast, and sucked my hard nipple into his mouth, I felt him slide inside me. My legs instinctively wrapped around him, pulling him deeper.

It was his turn to rock against me, filling me deeper and deeper with every thrust. After a few seconds I realized that his thrusts were keeping the same tempo as his mouth on my nipple. As he would thrust deep inside me, I felt his mouth suck my breast deeper inside his mouth. Soon I was rocking with him again, the pull on my nipple and his weight against my clit starting to push me again over the edge.

He slid one hand down between the trampoline and my back, finding and gripping my ass. Holding it in a tight grip, he called out. The sound of his pleasure pushed me farther into mine and I came again, as his final thrusts drove me deeper and deeper into the giving mesh of the trampoline.

He softly collapsed on top of me, my legs still wrapped around him. After a minute his hand went in search of the blanket, found it, and pulled it up to cover us once again. He shifted off of me, but pulling me with him as he rolled, so that he ended up on his back and I nestled against him with my head on his chest and my leg thrown over his.

His hand started making mindless designs on my back as our heartbeats slowly returned to normal. He brushed my hair back with his fingers as it lay matted around us. He picked his head up long enough to kiss me on the top of mine, and said, "Are you ready for breakfast? I make killer french toast."

CHAPTER 8
LAZY SUNDAY

We gathered the blankets around us, me taking the top one and him the bottom. We picked up our clothes and wound our way into the house. I cleaned up in the same bathroom that I had changed in last night, re-dressed into his sweats and soft t-shirt, finger-brushed my hair and then my teeth, and took a good look in the mirror.

"Well, what do you have to say for yourself?" I asked my reflection sternly. After a few seconds of searching, my reflection broke out in a huge grin. "That is not how you are supposed to look after your first one night stand," I tried to scold my grinning image. "And you do know that this is a one night stand, right? What man keeps the girl who sleeps with him on the first date?" It was not making a difference, my happily sated reflection just kept grinning back at me like the utter fool I knew we both were.

"At least there will be breakfast, if nothing else," my grumbling stomach added it's opinion. "Fine, you two, lets go face the music," I thought as the three of us finally left the bathroom.

I must have been in there a while, because when I came out the coffee was ready, Caleb had already beaten the eggs in preparation for french toast and a griddle was sizzling with bacon.

"Mmmm, I love the smell of coffee and bacon in the morning," I said sheepishly as I poured coffee into the mug Caleb handed me and settled into a corner, leaning against his kitchen counter. I was close enough to be able to speak easily with him, but out of the sizzle range of the bacon, giving him room to maneuver around the kitchen.

"Oh, that is good." I said sipping the hot coffee. Kyle looked over at me from his breakfast preparations, winked at me and said, "Nectar of the gods." I nodded my agreement and went in for another sip. I watched him cook over the rim of the cup.

"Anything I can help with?" I asked.

"Nope, almost done." He flipped the bacon, flipped the french toast, and while he had a spare minute, he slid over and stopped in front of me. We looked at each other for a quiet moment, and slowly grinned. His eyed crinkled in that way I like so much, and he bent down for a slow, coffee tasting kiss.

"What movies do you like? I have a bunch of old ones here, or we can go get a new one."

"You were serious about that part?" I asked.

"Oh yeah," he looked at me while the bacon sizzled. "I don't hand out offers I don't mean, and besides, I just got you here. Why would I be in any hurry to get rid of you? I like you."

I could feel myself turning red again at the compliment, and tried to hide it by burying my face in my coffee. He laughed at that. "You are cute when you turn pink, by the way."

"Yeah, yeah," I said, smiling. "You're burning my french toast."

After breakfast we climbed onto his couch, curled up together under a huge, fuzzy blanket and watched 'Secondhand Lions,' my favorite movie. After that we watched 'Transformers' and then he picked 'My Cousin Vinny,' two more of my favorites. We snacked on and off through the movies, but by the end of the third one we were starving. He was so warm and comfortable snuggled up with on the couch that I hated to get up, but we definitely needed to eat.

"We could go out, there is a really good little Italian place close by." He said as we were trying to decide. "Or, we could order pizza, stay in, watch another movie, and you could stay the night."

"It's Sunday night." I stated.

"And?"

"And, don't you have to work tomorrow? Monday through Friday, eight to four, like a regular working Joe?" I teased him.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean you have to leave. You work your own hours. I could get up and go to work, you could stay here until you woke up, and let yourself out. I trust you."

"You do? Why? You barely know me."

"Call it a hunch. I have a good feeling about you. You can't sleep on a trampoline with someone and spend all day wrapped up on the couch and not tell if they are going to destroy your house the second they are left alone. Besides, I know where you live. If you cleaned me out I would know where to find you."

I laughed, "That is true, but, there is one glaring fault to your rather tempting little argument."

"What is that?"

"You know where I live because you picked me up, remember? I don't have a car here. Unless you really are planning on keeping me in your non-existent basement, you will need to drive me home so that I can work tomorrow too."