The driver was evil. In exactly five minutes, he had made it onto
Spinelli's people to kill list. This list wasn't very long. Far longer
was her People to Severely Injure List. But the driver was a special case.
He drove as if he was immortal and had forever to do whatever the hell he
wanted. He wasn't and he didn't. 'That guy's gotta be at least ninety!'
she thought angrily. 'You'd think that he would hurry up so he can die in
his own home. But then again, he'll probably have a heart attack if he
drives over fifteen miles an hour.' She sighed loudly, hoping he would get
the hint. He didn't. In fact, he stepped on the brake and looked back at
her.
"And what is the matter with you missy?" he asked as though actually concerned. It was against all of Spinelli's upbringing to tell an old man the truth. So she shook her head and smiled painfully. To her joy, he began to drive again.
About thirty minutes later, they were in the parking lot. A minute later, they were in the front lobby. And five minutes after that, they were in their room. Spinelli still thinking rather guiltily about the looks on the face of the older woman who had handed TJ the key. It was a 'you are going to ruin your whole life in less than an hour' look. TJ didn't give her time to dwell on this. The moment the door was shut, his mouth was on hers,and all thoughts were wiped from Spinelli's mind.
It was light. A brush really, but she felt it like a jolt had shot down her body and glued her feet to the ground. Man, could he kiss! She soon found her arms wrapped snugly around his neck as the kiss was deepened. Their tounges were soon engaged in a sensual game of tag, and she was feeling distinctly lightheaded. She felt him draw her closer and closer, and closer. Even when she was as close as she could get, she tried to fill any space that might still be between them. Their mouths broke apart when her gown slid to the ground to lay in sparkling folds on the floor. She looked down at herself in surprise. She hadn't even noticed the fact that he'd been fiddling with the back of it. He smiled devilishly and pulled her close once more. After several more soul-searing kisses, he lifted her into his arms and carried her the whole three steps to the bed. Dimly, she noticed that the coverlet was a hideous pastel colored array of overly large seashells. He slid her beneath the sheets before joining her there, kissing every bare inch of her skin. As if by magic, each place he touched ignited with sensation. That night, she had come very close to yielding to temptation and wearing boxers that night. She was now SO grateful that Gretchen's objections had overruled it. She never knew that taking off underwear could be so damn sexy! But she was practically writhing on the bed when he sloooooowly removed the damp, red lace. TJ grinned at her. He knew just what she was thinking. She knew he knew, and if she were in her right mind, She would have wiped that goofy grin right off his face. But if she did that, he would stop doing whatever he was doing to her, and she would die if he did. In less than ten seconds, she felt his heated flesh press against her abdomen. Her stomach clenched in apprehension. 'O God!' she thought frantically. 'This is really happening!' Then his mouth was on hers, and she chose that moment to look straight into his eyes. TJ swallowed the moan she emitted. They were just dark pools now. For just a moment, she was staring into his very soul. It was forbidden territory, but he was actually letting her see. It was in that moment that she felt it. She loved him! It wasn't some silly high school crush. This was right. She loved him. She was floating on clouds. Partly the way he was making her feel, and partly her newly discovered feelings. She was brought swiftly back to earth when a mind-numbing pain seared through her body. Vaguely, in the back of her mind, there was a murmur. 'It's done. There is NO going back.' Far more prominent was her indignation.
"OW!" she cried. Spinelli the bad ass once more. TJ pulled back, his frown of concern melting her anger into a warm mushy pool in the pit of her stomach. 'This is okay,' she reminded herself through gritted teeth. 'It's TJ. I love him, and he cares about me.' Even as she stared into his face, she felt the pain of his conquest subside. She smiled at him, growing eager for the delights to come. "Well is this all?' she asked breathlessly. TJ's manly pride must have kicked in then. He moved in her. So carefully. Holding her, making her feel more feminine than any of her other two-week-long relationships had. Her legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, and she shuddered in ecstasy as she felt him sink deeper into her untouched body. He groaned and buried his face in her throat. It was all building up in her now. Delicious shivers were coursing throughout her body making her squirm and moan. Her breath came in gasps while she felt herself being brought higher and higher. Until it all crashed. She had no sense of self anymore. She saw nothing but Him while he gave and received the ultimate Pleasure. She heard nothing but their combined breathing and their groans and cries. She felt nothing but their bodies moving in this most ancient ritual of lovers. For that was what they were now. For a second, she felt him throbbing within her before he groaned loudly and spilled himself into her. She panicked for a second remembering that she hadn't in any way protected herself. She could have a life starting in her right now! But the thought faded. If she was pregnant, then they would work it out. They were after all, meant to be.
TJ kissed her warmly and rolled onto his side. He played in facination with a damp tendril of her hair for a moment. Then he replaced it and kissed her temple.
"Sorry it had to hurt like that," he whispered. Spinelli shivered and snuggled closer to him, for once letting her newly discovered romantic side take over. She listened to the little nothings he whispered and felt her heart swelling with inexpressible love. The last thing she remembered of that night was his kisses on her face.
TO MY DEAR READERS: I am so sorry I haven't updated in forever, but another story I was writing was taking up all of my inspiration. Incidentally, I looked at this story and began feeling guilty, so I went far back into my mind, and dredged up another chapter. I hope it was relatively okay. We're going back to the present pretty soon, so the real story can actually begin. I hope I haven't completely lost all my readers. I will be very sad if I did. Oh well, there's only one way to find out I guess. BYE!
~OF~
"And what is the matter with you missy?" he asked as though actually concerned. It was against all of Spinelli's upbringing to tell an old man the truth. So she shook her head and smiled painfully. To her joy, he began to drive again.
About thirty minutes later, they were in the parking lot. A minute later, they were in the front lobby. And five minutes after that, they were in their room. Spinelli still thinking rather guiltily about the looks on the face of the older woman who had handed TJ the key. It was a 'you are going to ruin your whole life in less than an hour' look. TJ didn't give her time to dwell on this. The moment the door was shut, his mouth was on hers,and all thoughts were wiped from Spinelli's mind.
It was light. A brush really, but she felt it like a jolt had shot down her body and glued her feet to the ground. Man, could he kiss! She soon found her arms wrapped snugly around his neck as the kiss was deepened. Their tounges were soon engaged in a sensual game of tag, and she was feeling distinctly lightheaded. She felt him draw her closer and closer, and closer. Even when she was as close as she could get, she tried to fill any space that might still be between them. Their mouths broke apart when her gown slid to the ground to lay in sparkling folds on the floor. She looked down at herself in surprise. She hadn't even noticed the fact that he'd been fiddling with the back of it. He smiled devilishly and pulled her close once more. After several more soul-searing kisses, he lifted her into his arms and carried her the whole three steps to the bed. Dimly, she noticed that the coverlet was a hideous pastel colored array of overly large seashells. He slid her beneath the sheets before joining her there, kissing every bare inch of her skin. As if by magic, each place he touched ignited with sensation. That night, she had come very close to yielding to temptation and wearing boxers that night. She was now SO grateful that Gretchen's objections had overruled it. She never knew that taking off underwear could be so damn sexy! But she was practically writhing on the bed when he sloooooowly removed the damp, red lace. TJ grinned at her. He knew just what she was thinking. She knew he knew, and if she were in her right mind, She would have wiped that goofy grin right off his face. But if she did that, he would stop doing whatever he was doing to her, and she would die if he did. In less than ten seconds, she felt his heated flesh press against her abdomen. Her stomach clenched in apprehension. 'O God!' she thought frantically. 'This is really happening!' Then his mouth was on hers, and she chose that moment to look straight into his eyes. TJ swallowed the moan she emitted. They were just dark pools now. For just a moment, she was staring into his very soul. It was forbidden territory, but he was actually letting her see. It was in that moment that she felt it. She loved him! It wasn't some silly high school crush. This was right. She loved him. She was floating on clouds. Partly the way he was making her feel, and partly her newly discovered feelings. She was brought swiftly back to earth when a mind-numbing pain seared through her body. Vaguely, in the back of her mind, there was a murmur. 'It's done. There is NO going back.' Far more prominent was her indignation.
"OW!" she cried. Spinelli the bad ass once more. TJ pulled back, his frown of concern melting her anger into a warm mushy pool in the pit of her stomach. 'This is okay,' she reminded herself through gritted teeth. 'It's TJ. I love him, and he cares about me.' Even as she stared into his face, she felt the pain of his conquest subside. She smiled at him, growing eager for the delights to come. "Well is this all?' she asked breathlessly. TJ's manly pride must have kicked in then. He moved in her. So carefully. Holding her, making her feel more feminine than any of her other two-week-long relationships had. Her legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, and she shuddered in ecstasy as she felt him sink deeper into her untouched body. He groaned and buried his face in her throat. It was all building up in her now. Delicious shivers were coursing throughout her body making her squirm and moan. Her breath came in gasps while she felt herself being brought higher and higher. Until it all crashed. She had no sense of self anymore. She saw nothing but Him while he gave and received the ultimate Pleasure. She heard nothing but their combined breathing and their groans and cries. She felt nothing but their bodies moving in this most ancient ritual of lovers. For that was what they were now. For a second, she felt him throbbing within her before he groaned loudly and spilled himself into her. She panicked for a second remembering that she hadn't in any way protected herself. She could have a life starting in her right now! But the thought faded. If she was pregnant, then they would work it out. They were after all, meant to be.
TJ kissed her warmly and rolled onto his side. He played in facination with a damp tendril of her hair for a moment. Then he replaced it and kissed her temple.
"Sorry it had to hurt like that," he whispered. Spinelli shivered and snuggled closer to him, for once letting her newly discovered romantic side take over. She listened to the little nothings he whispered and felt her heart swelling with inexpressible love. The last thing she remembered of that night was his kisses on her face.
TO MY DEAR READERS: I am so sorry I haven't updated in forever, but another story I was writing was taking up all of my inspiration. Incidentally, I looked at this story and began feeling guilty, so I went far back into my mind, and dredged up another chapter. I hope it was relatively okay. We're going back to the present pretty soon, so the real story can actually begin. I hope I haven't completely lost all my readers. I will be very sad if I did. Oh well, there's only one way to find out I guess. BYE!
~OF~