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She didn’t expect to, not with the confused mixture of curiosity and desire, not to mention the lingering fear of what Harold might do, but she barely remained awake long enough to watch him return to the rocking chair.
The next time she opened her eyes, it was daylight outside, and not early morning daylight. The sun was bright on the trees surrounding the house and the warmth of the day had already begun to penetrate. She could hear birds and the soft trickle of water and smell the rich verdant scent of the swamp, overlaid by something that was uniquely Marsh.
She stretched slowly against the soft sheet and cautiously tried to flex her ankle. It immediately sent a spike of pain up her leg, but it still felt much better than it had the previous night. As she yawned and sat up, her eyes automatically went to the big chair on the porch but it was unoccupied this morning. She debated calling for him, then decided she could make it as far as the bathroom on her own.
She managed to swing her feet to the ground and stand up, then hobble cautiously to the bathroom. It wasn’t until she pulled the screen back that she realized that the trickle of water she’d heard hadn’t come from outside. A small stream of water flowed out of the shower head and down over a very naked Marsh. He was facing her, but his eyes were closed and his hand was wrapped around an enormous cock that he was stroking steadily, the head disappearing into his fist and then emerging again and again. An enormous, non-human cock.
Although she didn’t have any personal experience, she knew how a man’s penis was supposed to look and it wasn’t this thick gnarled length, more small vines twisting around the base. She must have made a sound because his eyes suddenly flew open, that brilliant green gaze immediately going to her face. He groaned, then shuddered helplessly as a rush of golden liquid erupted from his cock, covering his hand and splashing against the floor.
She should have looked away, let the screen drop back into place, but she couldn’t move, frozen in place as his hand tightened around his shaft. The morning sun gleamed on his broad chest and muscular body, on the thick shaft and the last rich golden drops running down over his hand.
“I was trying to control myself,” he said in a hoarse voice, his chest still heaving. “I meant to finish before you woke up, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you in my bed - and the way you kissed me. I’m so sorry.”
A blush swept up from her chest to her hairline, but it was an oddly pleasant embarrassment, knowing she hadn’t imagined the urgency with which he’d kissed her the previous night.
“You don’t need to apologize.” Her voice was almost as husky as his. “It’s your house. I should have realized you might be in here…”
They stared at each other a moment longer before she finally came to her senses and took a hasty step back.
“I’ll just let you, err, finish up.”
She let the screen drop back in place but it didn’t make any difference now. She suspected his image was now permanently etched in her mind.
He wants me.
The thought should have scared her, but as she hobbled back across to the bed to wait for him to finish, she found herself smiling.
CHAPTER 8
Marsh swore beneath his breath as he turned up the flow from the shower head to wash away his seed. There was no need for quiet now that Aurora was awake. How could he have been so foolish as to touch himself while she was so close? That closeness meant that her scent already permeated the room and he hadn’t picked up her movements until it was too late.
He’d also been distracted, trying to wring a quick climax from his aching cock before she woke, but he’d been unable to succeed until he opened his eyes and saw her watching him, her face still flushed from sleep and her pretty mouth in a surprised circle. As soon as their eyes met his climax roared over him, his body erupting in long, helpless pulses. Yet, she hadn’t flinched and run.
She was probably too shocked, he told himself, trying to ignore the tiny flicker of hope.
He washed quickly, then pulled on his pants before leaving the bathing room. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her head bowed. Her eyes flashed up to meet his, then dropped again as a rush of pink covered her face. Embarrassment, but not fear. The flicker of hope grew.
“Are…” He had to clear his throat and try again. “Are you hungry?”
“Maybe a little.”
“Then I’ll start on breakfast while you attend to your morning… needs.”
Did women experience the same kind of urges, hidden away inside their bodies? Would she touch herself in the shower to relieve the ache? The thought made his shaft start to stiffen again, and he quickly headed for the porch.
“Call me if you need any help.”
I should just stop talking, he decided as his statement led to an even more erotic thought about the type of assistance he could render. Her soft thank you followed him out of the door, but he tried - unsuccessfully - to put her presence out of his mind as he gathered eggs and herbs, then started a small fire in the grill.
By the time he placed two omelets on the table on the porch, she’d emerged from the bedroom, giving him a shy smile as she joined him at the table.
“This looks delicious. Is everything from your land?”
“Everything except the cheese. Although I had goats for a while, they were too destructive to the plant life.”
“You mean they tried to nibble on your hair?”
Her face was so innocent that it took him a moment to realize that she was teasing him.
