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I tense the muscles across my whole upper body and then release. This is relaxation on a whole new level.
“Is this OK?” Virginia whispers.
I still don’t dare open my eyes. “Perfect.”
“Did you know that humans, in fact, most mammals, will wither and die if they don’t have touch when they’re infants? Skin-to-skin contact is critical for our survival. And we still need it as adults, but most of us don’t get the right kind of touch.” She’s drawing the infinity symbol again. “Or enough of it.”
Virginia continues talking in her quiet, comforting manner. I’m not sure what she’s saying when I fall asleep, but when I wake, my heart isn’t pounding. No images of imminent death play in my mind’s eye. Just an awareness that my body is wrapped around another and something is tickling my face.
A chaos of copper curls fills my vision when I blink open my eyes. I don’t dare move; I don’t want to wake her. Virginia’s back is pressed tight against my chest. My arm hangs over her ribs and my hand holds her shoulder. I move my fingers lightly to see if I can feel straps. I do not. I am immediately aware that my cock is paying attention to my hands. Even if Virginia doesn’t register the movements on her shoulder, there’s no way she’ll sleep through the sudden eruption of a tree branch pressing into her tailbone.
Her buttocks flex and she twists. Not, it appears, away from me, but to force more contact.
I moan and drop my hand to her breast, which is, as I’d imagined, naked. My fingertips brush her nipple and it responds, sending a jolt of energy to my growing hardness.
“Feels nice.” She yawns. “You fell asleep. What time is it?”
“Hey, Alexa, what time is it?” I ask.
“It’s six-fifty-three a.m.”
“Wow,” Virginia and I say together.
“Did you just sleep seven hours, Will Power?”
“I think I might have,” I say and start to roll away from her.
Virginia whimpers. “Don’t go.”
“I’m not going far. I just need to stretch my arm. Permission to explore?”
Virginia answers with a sleepy sigh that carries a “yes” within. But it’s the way she rolls, first away and then over so her breasts face me, and the way her thighs lay open in invitation, gives me an answer I consider consent.
Her skin is smooth and soft under my fingers, which I drag down her right side, over her hips, and along the outside of her leg to her knee. I cross to her other knee and run my hand up her left side until I reach her breast. I pause and ponder my next move.
Virginia had kept her touch Disney-rated. I don’t want to assume the subconscious cue of her slightly parted legs is in synch with her conscious desires, so I ask, “May I touch you?”
She answers by taking my hand in hers, placing my fingertips over her nipple, and squeezing.
“Kiss me?” She asks.
I start by sucking her nipple into my mouth and tease it with my tongue. She responds with a moan, then places her palm on the back of my head to guide my face up to hers.
Her mouth is slightly open and her jaw is relaxed. She still looks half asleep, but when our lips touch, it’s clear that Virginia Beach is awake and eager. I inhale the scent of her warm skin and press my mouth firmly against hers while I hold her chin.
She copies my movements, taking my face in her hands, opening her lips when I relax my jaw, moving her tongue right as mine touches her teeth on the left. She is both pliant and firm in her actions and reactions. She responds to me exactly as I’ve imagined she would.
We kiss and explore each other’s upper bodies with our hands and mouths until the sun is bright enough to be seen through my room darkening drapes.
“Virginia—” I kiss her belly. “I’d like to—“ I slide my fingers between her thighs and she presses her knees open.
“Yes,” she sighs.
20. Virginia
PININ’ FOR THE FJORDS
“Will, should we maybe talk before …”
