A Good Man
Copyright© 2011 by Marc Nobbs
Chapter 34: Morning Glory
I’d always been an early riser, ever since I was little. I think I got it from my dad. He’d be up at six for work every day, and always started the day with some toast, a bowl of cereal and a big mug of tea. I used to love having breakfast with him before he left work at seven-thirty.
So, I’d never seen the point of staying in bed late. It always felt like a waste to me. But when I woke that Sunday morning, spooned up behind Clarissa, her naked body pressed against mine, with my arm draped over her and clutching a perfect round breast, I could happily have stayed there for the rest of the day.
I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to do anything to wake my slumbering sweetheart. My sleeping angel.
I kept my eyes closed and took a deep breath. I was afraid that if I opened them, the dream would come to an end. Last night had to have been a dream. Reality is never that perfect.
My head was just above hers, so the overriding smell was that of her shampoo, which contained lavender, I think, but beneath it was the aroma of sex—the unmistakable scent of female arousal mixed with slightly stale sweat.
I lay like that, awake and enjoying the heat radiating off her body and the softness of her breast in my hand, for an eternity. Once or twice, I flexed my hand, squeezing her gently and producing a soft moan from her lips, even though I was sure she was still asleep. Eventually, I felt her pushing her rear back into me, rubbing my semi-hard cock in the crack of her arse where it had settled.
“Morning,” she said, dreamily.
“Morning.”
“I wish...” She tried to turn her head to look at me, but couldn’t move it far enough. Instead, she shuffled around to face me. She placed her hand on my cheek and said, “I wish I could wake up like this with you every day.”
I smiled. “I’d like that, too.”
She sighed. “This is all I want, Paul. Yours is already the last voice I hear at night, but I want yours to be the last face I see before I close my eyes, and the first I see when I open them every morning. Wouldn’t that be great? Not now, because there’s no way Mum would let me stay here on a school night, but once the exams are out of the way...”
Her eyes suddenly lit up, and the excitement was evident in her voice as she said quickly, “Westmouth! When we’re both in Westmouth, in September! Maybe we could ... Maybe we could find a little place together. I’d pay for it, you know I’ve got the money. Well, I will have it by then. I know that freshers usually stay on campus, but...” She stopped just as suddenly as she started. “I’m getting ahead of myself, aren’t I? You might not even want to—”
I cut her off with a kiss. Not one of our passion-filled nuclear fires, or even a slow, simmering lover’s kiss.
This was something deeper. Something more profound.
It was as if, in that one kiss, our souls connected. It was as if a key turned in a lock somewhere in the back of my brain—the most primal part of my brain—and suddenly the door to Clarissa, to her mind, her heart and her soul, opened.
I felt like we were communicating on some level that I’d never experienced before. In a way that I didn’t even think was possible before. I understood her because of that kiss. I understood her hopes, her fears, her dreams. And she understood mine. I know she did because I could feel that she understood. In that one, unforgettable kiss, I felt ... Complete.
Whatever part of me had been missing since my parents’ death, whatever part of my soul had been empty and abandoned, was now filled with Clarissa’s love.
For the first time in as long as I could remember, I felt at peace.
We broke apart and I pulled away, my eyes never leaving hers, which were wider than ever I’d seen them.
“Did you ... Did you feel that?”
I nodded.
“It was like ... Like, I could read your mind or something. No, that’s wrong. It’s like I—”
“Understood?”
“Yes! That’s it exactly. It’s like I understood. It’s like ... I don’t know, like a door opened into your heart and your soul, and when I walked through it—”
“Me too! That’s exactly how it felt!”
“Wow. I—” I put my finger to her lips to silence her and bent in to kiss her again. A slow-burner this time, but with that strange connection right there bubbling beneath the surface. The world felt right. For probably the first time in my life, I knew what I wanted, where I wanted to be and who I wanted to be there with.
I wanted her. I wanted to be with her. It was all her.
While we kissed, she stroked my cheek tenderly with her hand, then trailed her fingertips down my neck, sending shivers up my spine that exploded in the back of my skull. Her fingers kept going, down my chest, just brushing a nipple, all the way to my crotch where they wrapped around my cock.
She pumped it slowly, squeezing lightly a couple of times into the bargain. She pulled her lips from mine and looked into my eyes. Her pupils were almost completely dilated. I assumed her heightened state of desire caused that, because it was pretty light in the room now that the sun was starting to rise outside.
“Last night,” she said, her voice soft and breathy again. It was so, so sexy when she spoke like that, her tone carrying as much promise as her words. “I didn’t expect what you did last night. When you kissed me down there. I swear, you damn near blew my head off.”
I grinned. “Want me to do it again?”
Her eyes widened. “Oh, yeah. But not now. Now...” She waggled her eyebrows. “Now, it’s my turn.”
She pushed my shoulder until I was lying on my back then shuffled down towards the foot of the bed, pushing the duvet out of the way in the process, until her head was level with my throbbing dick.
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