I sat up in bed with a start, someone was in the house. Turning to look at the clock on the bedside table, I could see nothing. The power must have been knocked out by the blizzard. I remain totally quiet, straining to hear another sound over of the whipping wind. Sleet pelted the windows and just when I began to think that I was going crazy I heard one of the stairs creek. My hands grope the table for the phone, but after picking it up I notice that there is no dial tone, the wind must have knocked that out as well. Reaching for my bathrobe and stepping off the bed and into my slippers, I wrap the robe around me tightly and fumble around in the dark for some object that I could use as a weapon.
My fingers curl around a hammer. The tool had been left behind by the carpenter that had just finished refurnishing my hard wood floors. Thankful for the hammer now, I gripped it firmly and move towards the window. Opening the curtain, hoping for a shred of light, the street lights were out too and it was pitch black outside. Another groan on the stairs sends the blood coursing through my veins and my heart pounding.
Silently I open my bedroom door and step into the hallway. I have the advantage, this is my house, I walk this hallway everyday and know where all the squeaky floorboards are. Tiptoeing down the hallway I distance myself from the stairwell. Leaning over the railing in the hallway I can see a figure on the stairs and another rush of adrenaline and fear surges through me. It is you dressed in all black. Your long dark brown hair is tied behind your head in a ponytail. I can barely make out the outline of your body, but from what I can see you look like such a big man. At a snail’s pace you creeps up the next stair and wait, listening for any sound of movement. Little do you know, I’m standing in the hallway, watching your every move through the bannister.
As you press yourself against the wall, I can get a better view of your size. Standing roughly six feet four inches with broad shoulders, strong arms, and a firm chest, I would be no match for you. Lost in the thought of what you could do to me, I jump when you make another sound and knock a picture frame off the stand beside me. Clattering to the ground, I cover my ears with my hands and shut my eyes, frightened by the loud sound amidst the silence.
When the quiet returns, my eyelids fly open and I search the stairs for your figure. You are nowhere to be found and I can’t find a breath. Too scared for my life to exhale. My eyes roam the hallway but you do not appear to be there either. Then I hear it, footsteps in my bedroom. Air slowly leaves my lungs as I thank God that I had been smart enough to leave the room. I make the decision to dash for the stairs, which would take me outside to safety or at least to my cell phone, resting on the kitchen table downstairs. But in order to reach the stairs, I have to run past the room where my attacker is. My eyes glance towards the door, but without some shred of light, I can see nothing. Taking a deep breath in hopes of relaxing myself and in preparation of the sprint to the stairs, I stand up and get a firmer grip on the hammer.
At last I dash towards the stairs. I can hear you exiting the bedroom just as I reach the top step. My feet fly down the stairs but you’re close behind me. When I at least reach the landing and turn towards the kitchen I feel your powerful arm gripping my wrist. Swinging towards you with the hammer in the other hand, you catches the head of the hammer in your hand and easily twists it out of my hand. Pulling me closer to you, you lowers you head to my ear and whisper “so, I see you found my hammer. I just came back tonight to pick it up.”
Could it possibly be you, the man who has spent the last three weeks working in the very bedroom that I had run from. Releasing my grip from the hammer, I take a step back and you release my wrist. Looking up at you through the darkness I notice the same dark eyes and mysterious smile that I had admired so many times before. Noting the confused look in my eyes you say “I just wanted to watch you sleep. So many times while working on the floor in your bedroom, I imagined what the room would be like with you sleeping in it. I left my hammer here on purpose so that I would have a reason to come back, I know it was wrong of me, I would never hurt you and I never meant to scare you like I did.”
Tears of relief rush to my eyes to know that you at least do not intend on harming me. My muscles slowly begin to relax and the late hour overwhelms me. As a tear trickles down my face, you reach a hand up to my cheek. I flinch, still afraid of your touch, but you cup my cheek in your large palm and brush the tear away with your thumb. There is a long drawn out silence between us because I still cannot believe that this is happening. Finally you speak. “Well, I’ve got my hammer now, I’m sorry once again to bother you, it will never happen again. I’m sorry.”
But somehow the thought of going back to the bedroom by myself is truly terrifying. When you take a step back and turn towards the door, I reach for your hand and take it in mine. You look towards me and your eyes search my face. In a voice almost below a whisper I tell you, “you came to watch me sleep, so please don’t leave me alone just yet.”
A look of insecurity passes across your face but I only tighten my grip on your hand and head towards the stairs. Letting the hammer fall onto the soft carpet, we slowly make our way back up the stairs. My confidence is growing and the feeling of fear is now replaced by desire. So many times when you were working I wanted to touch you, run my fingers across your amazingly tanned-skinned back and chest.
At the doorway of the bedroom you ask me if I’m sure that this is what I want. No words can express how badly I want it. Instead, I drop your hand and wrap my arms around your neck, pulling your head down to me. Stepping on tiptoes, I lean up and kiss you, setting my being on fire. Moving farther into the bedroom, you swoop me off my feet and lower me to the bed. Stepping back, you raise your arms and lift off your black t-shirt and unbutton your tight black jeans, leaving them in a heap on the hard wood floors that you labored on for so many hours, under my scrutiny. Clad in only your navy blue boxer-briefs you step towards me. Reaching out for the belt of my robe you pull on it and it opens. Sliding the satin material aside you let your eyes take in every inch of me. The dark purple lace nightie hugs tightly to my chest and comes to a halt at just mid-thigh.
Falling beside me on the bed your rough hands run across my bare legs, causing me to shiver with anticipation. Taking the bottom button of my nightie in your hands, you proceed to methodically, slowly unbutton it, reaching for the next one and the next until it is completely open. Your eyes take in every inch of my bare flesh as you gently take my arms out of my nightie and toss it to the floor. A blush creeps into my cheeks when I see the desire in your eyes. My eyes lower to your boxer-briefs and your arousal is quite apparent. When you notice the direction of my eyes, you move to take off your confining underwear and then reach to remove mine as well. Sliding the blue elastic waistband off of my hips and down my legs I shiver again with the touch of your hands against my skin.
With your fingertips barely touching me, you trace a path up the inside of both legs. When your fingers reach my inner thigh you slide them back to my toes. Picking up one foot you massage it, gently but firmly working out all the muscles. You reach for the other foot and massage that as well. Looking to the bedside table you notice a bottle of lavender lotion. Pouring a dab into one palm, you rub your hands together and then reach for my left calf, massaging it with your strong fingers. I roll onto my back as you reach for the right leg, massaging that one as well. You work your way up the back of my thighs and then begin to massage my buttocks with the lavender lotion. Each stroke of your hand makes me want you even more. Working up to my back you set to work on each muscle. Up and down each arms, methodically massaging my neck, when you are finished I feel completely relaxed and I want you so badly. The scent of lavender penetrates the room.
The wind howls outside and the hail beats on the window. You begin to use your mouth the same way that you used your hands. Massaging each muscle in my body with your lips and tongue. I gasp for air and rake my fingers through your hair, letting out a small gasp when your lips reach my inner thigh. I roll over onto my back again and you kiss past my thighs taking your time to gently suck on my abdomen causing me to quiver with anticipation. When your mouth reaches my breast, you take my nipple inside your mouth and gently caress it with your tongue, sucking on it and driving me wild. You move to the next one as the previous one remains rock hard. Your kisses parade up my neck, across my cheeks, to my forehead and then at last seeking out my lips that have been patiently waiting for you assault of passion. Our tongues dance together, spreading the heat of desire within us.
Looking deep into my eyes you slowly lower yourself into me. Feeling you fill me up inch my inch sends waves of passion cascading over me. Moaning and pulling you closer to me, I kiss your strong shoulders, nipping them lightly with my teeth. My long nails run down your back and across your amazing ass, gently squeezing and encouraging you to fill me. When your body is tight against mine we move together. My back arches to return your thrust and we move slowly at first. Setting into a steady groove, we move faster and faster. The wind outside echos the moans that escape our lips. Every pore in my body oozes of pleasure and I kiss you again and again, loving how you taste. Those amazing hands caress my breasts again and when you take them in your mouth I succumb to you completely.
My breath comes faster and faster knowing that I cannot hold out much longer. Wrapping my legs tightly around you, you thrust deeply inside me one final time before emptying within me. Eliciting a loud sigh of pleasure, I surround you in my wetness and spasm around you, so tight and wet from your sweet seduction.
Collapsing beside me to catch your breath, the wind whistles and you pull me close against you. As your arms wrap firmly around my waist, I kiss you one last time and rest my head on your chest, completely content. As my eyelids get heavy and sleep overcomes me I manage to whisper to you “please break into my house anytime you want.”
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