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It's been a long time since I have done anything like this.
But then again, I have never felt anything ... like ... this.
It wasn't long before Beatrice rolled over into me, push me onto my back, and mounted me. When she collapsed with orgasm onto my chest I returned the favor and rolled her onto her back. She grabbed my buttocks and matched my rhythm as I thrust to my own pleasure, and she had another orgasm as I did.
Since I can't remember ever having this much sex in any one week, much less in any one night, I fell back asleep after making sure she had one more orgasm as I ground into her clit with my pubic mound at each thrust.
And before coming—one last time—in her pussy.
Oh, no. Scratch that. It will not be the last time. Not if I have anything to say about it.
Chapter 20
Beatrice
Iwokeupseveraltimes in the night. Just sort of came to a brief awareness as I rolled over. And each time I did, Hendrik, true to his word, was next to me in bed. Once, with his long lanky limbs sprawled half on me and half on his side of the bed. Once, wrapped around me with my breasts crushed into his chest. And once spooning me against his muscular chest. Holding me in his strong, bulging arms.
And getting into it hot and steamy, more than once.
Shazam! The intimacy ... Gave me goosebumps.
I have never experienced a night with a man like this. Gadzooks!
After we finally peel away from another deep kiss, I shoo Hendrik off to the shower. My tiny little bathroom will simply not allow us, in our tall lankiness, to be in the shower at the same time, much less in the bathroom together. He steps into the shower and I deal with the tangles of my curls and of the bed sheets.
He steps out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and I pop in. As I reach for my own towel, he drapes it around me and pulls me out into his arms. Into another steamy hot, eyes-locked, lips-to-legs close kiss.
When we finally come up for air again and find our clothes, Hendrik again asks me what I like to eat for breakfast. He says, “And I do remember I owe you, let's say, not a double but a triple!”
I just love that Hendrik eats the way I do.
It is so hard to tell my cousins or any of my workmates that it is quite possible for a vegan to eat more than a few leaves of lettuce and a slice of tomato and survive. So Hendrik and I discuss huge piping-hot bowls of oatmeal. Big bowls of fresh fruit. And a couple of huge pots of tea.
As we get dressed, I look over at him more than once.
What do you mean you look over at him ‘again and again’? You can't keep your eyes off of him!
And he's so natural in his body. So open.
As we get dressed, neither of us can keep our hands off the other. I stroke his cheek every so often. I touch his arm. And he welcomes it!
This is definitely not a love ‘er and leave ‘er kind of guy. My first impression was false!
Well, be honest, you probably would have asked him to leave at the break of dawn anyway that first time. You were moving after all, and you didn't want him to know it!
Water under the bridge ...
We tossed a few names of breakfast cafés back and forth, and realized that we had not been to the same places as each other at any time. He didn't know my breakfast places, and I never had heard of his.
“Well, my Gallant Knight! The possibilities are infinite, and it just goes to show you how much people in this town love their breakfast!” We had a comfortable laugh together about that. “Since you are paying for this triple header, let's go to a place that you like. I'm totally open to discovering a new breakfast café.”
And Hendrik blew me away with his response, “I'd better pick one that's pretty close by then. You exhausted me so much last night and into the early light of dawn this morning, that I certainly won't be able to walk far on my two legs until after a Big Breakfast!”
I burst into raucous laughter.
Which he matched with his deep, quieter rumble. I love it!
I looked at him from my laughter and nodded, “Well, my legs are made of rubber this morning too, so you have no excuses!”
