Beast of Venery (6 page)

              In his first few emails, he started out begging her to come back and to not ruin their relationship.  He then gradually wrote downright scary, screaming emails, calling her all the bad names in the book, and what would happen to her if she didn't come back. He made sure she knew what a cunt, a whore, and thin-skinned bitch she truly was. That she would never be free from him, and that she would never live a life that was good enough without him. That she couldn't function properly without him. That deep down she was confused, and needed him to guide her.

              Some days Andy dealt with her somewhat irrational fear of imagining visions of shadows in the windows at dusk, cars following her too closely on her way home from the grocery store or the gym. Both were places where she went on a regular basis, making her an easy target for a stalker. Or that one single white paper box of long stemmed red roses waiting on the little side table on the front porch one Friday afternoon after they arrived back from a three-day trip to Charlotte for a rock concert. There wasn't a note attached to the flowers, not even an answer to who might have sent them. There wasn't even been a hint of whom the package was intended for. Only a simple heart drawn in black sharpie decorated its left hand corner.

              Nothing that obvious was ever sent to their house again, and having Andy poke on her anxiety of the past and present colliding at any given day and time, calling it somewhat exaggerated, they both agreed the flowers might have been from a secret, anonymous admirer. Perhaps the chatty guy that always ran next to her on the treadmill at the gym, or they might just have been sent to the wrong house. Fingers crossed on the last one.

              She remembered Andy unpacking the car with all their belongings they brought with them on the trip, walking into the house with a beer cooler under his arm, and telling her not to make too much of the box of flowers. She, on the other hand, wasn't quite able to let those thoughts go away as fast as he did, and she continued looking around the yard standing safely put on their front porch. Then peeked up and down the street, terrified of seeing the person she had tried so desperately to run away from. Perhaps he
had
found her?

              She never took that box of flowers inside the house. Instead she dumped them straight into the green trash can of yard waste outside their garage. She wasn't entirely sure they weren’t being watched that day, but she knew that if the potential sender of these roses witnessed her ungrateful deed, hell would soon break lose.

              Ever since Brian's first email after she left him, telling her he would eventually find her and bring her home, she never felt quite alone and always stayed a little neurotic, always looking over her shoulder.

              “Hey babe.” Andy gently hugged her from behind, burying his face in that magical soft space between her neck and her shoulder. Her favorite place for kisses and snuggles, and he knew it too well.

              “Please come inside. That box could have been sent from anybody. Perhaps you have a secret admirer, and I bet you do gorgeous, and you should be flattered instead of creeped out. Oooor, perhaps the flowers were for me?”

              She felt his smile against her ever growing sensitive skin where his stubble tickled her when his lips moved. She couldn't resist a pent-up giggle and tried to squirm away from him rubbing his face into the nook of her neck once more. Facial hair on men was great, and his rocked her world.

              “Yes, hot stuff. Those flowers were for you.” She giggled. “Perhaps from that long-legged brunette in the little thigh-high white shorts who 'accidentally' bumped into your shopping cart at Publix last week? Her grin was plastered over her whole face, pretending she hadn't planned the whole damn thing to get your attention. Noticed how she totally ignored me thought? Bitch. Yeah, they're definitely from her.”

              “Well, there you go sweetie. Those red flowers were for me, don't be jealous. I can't believe you had the nerve to dump them in the trash before I even stood a chance to smell every one of those beautiful roses. Those flowers would have looked gorgeous in a vase on the kitchen table, matching your red Kitchen Aid machine, and you know it.”

              His beard tickling on her skin turned into warm kisses that moved all around the back of her neck and up under her ears on both sides. Just heavenly.

              “You admiring roses and noticing things that matches in color when it comes to interior design? Are you trying to tell me you want to work in a flower shop tugging those beautiful locks of yours behind your ears, or that you're gay?”

              “Oh, preposterous! I can't believe you're mocking me and my manliness. I'm one hundred percent male and I demand I get a chance to prove it!”

              “Sure, stud. Bring it on. Let's see all that manliness you brag about having, sniffing red roses or not. Ouch!”

              He had placed a well-aimed little bite at the skin underneath her ear, and simply gave an exaggerated wolf cry into the air before he clasped his arms around her waist, dragging her giggling backwards into the house like a caveman before slamming the front door shut using one of his feet.

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Morning light shone through the bedroom window warming up the sheets tangled around them.

              “Is that a good dream you're having?”

              “Huh...”

              “Are you still asleep?”

              “Yeah... you just woke me up.”

              “Seriously?”

              “Yes, why?”

              “Well, you've been grinding yourself against my leg for the last ten minutes, so I wasn't sure you were really asleep or not.” A smile crept up his lips.

              “Oh no, I did? I'm so sorry, shit how embarrassing. Crap.”

              “Don't be sorry! You can grind yourself against my thigh any freaking day of the week for all I care. As long as I'm allowed to get in on some of that action once in a while. Must have been a great dream though. In the end there, before I woke you up, you even made a little faint moan. Please tell me it was good though.”

              “Aah, alright. It was good.”

              “Better than good?”

              “If I was grinding myself against your thigh then yeah, it was better than good. In fact it might even have been pretty great.”

              “Oh yeah? How great exactly?”

              “My God, can I have some privacy here?!”

              “Uhm, no. Not when your dreams make you horny enough to hump my leg while we're asleep. Some sharing of that dream would be appropriate right about now I think. How close were you?”

              “Close? Close to what? Your leg?”

              “No. To coming?”

              “Oh My God, can you just please let it go. I won't do it again. Not if I can control it.”

              “No, I
want
you to do it again! It turned me the heck on. I'm in seven heaven here. I'm even surprised the comforter isn't putting up tent right now.”

              “Really?”

              “Hell yes, really.”

She peeked underneath the covers. Wow. He was
not
joking.

              “Holy moly, you're right. Okay, I guess it wasn't as embarrassing as I thought then.”

              “No. Absolutely not. Now... about your dream.”

              “Oh, just you, and your hands. Perhaps your mouth was in the dream too. Just watching your hands move and do all the wonderful things I know they can do turns me on.”

              “Oh, okay. My hands?”

              “Oh my God, yes, your hands.”

              She let her head fall back to rest on the pillow to leisurely run both her hands all the way through her hair, releasing a seductive moan mingled with some giggling. She couldn't stop herself from keeping that dream alive in her head. Other parts of her body seemed to still be on alert as well, and very much viable.

              There was no stopping him now. Watching her enjoy whatever played across her mind drove him crazy. Good crazy. Hot crazy. Hard crazy. With his whole, heavy, muscular body, he rolled on top of her and pinned her hands tightly with his above her head. Nose to nose, and lips to lips. He needed her. Now.

              “Obviously I must have done something good in that dream of yours since you're still smiling and biting that lower lip of yours. You know how I can't resist that. What was it that I did to you in your dream? What turned you on enough to make me wake up to you rubbing your sweet pussy against my thigh? What was it Danielle? Dare to share?”

              With a small smile she opened her eyes and let her tongue travel across his light morning stubble, from his chin up to his left ear. Drinking him in. Grabbing the lobe between her teeth she sucked it wetly into her mouth, letting her tongue play with it wildly.

              “Ah, Dani. You're driving me crazy here. Share a bit. What did I do with my hands and my tongue in your dream? Let me know so I can reciprocate. Now.”

              With a giggle she let go of his ear just to let herself be immediately captured by his mouth instead. He was hungry. For her. Hungry for information, and how he could use it to please her. Please her to the point where she would rub herself against him like that again.

              “Where were my hands, baby? Tell me.”

              “First, this finger,” she grabbed one of his hands from above her head and with ease took it down to let his index finger hover over her chin. “Was in my mouth. Like this.”

              With one long hard suck she took his entire finger all the way to the back of her mouth. Coating his skin with her warm wetness, letting her tongue circle around it. Around and around it went, over and over again. With a moan she grabbed hold of his wrist and let his middle finger join the seducing twist of her tongue. His scent and the feel of his warm fingers moving inside her mouth, counter-clock wise to her tongue, made her just about lose her mind, and in the heat of the moment she bit down on him. Hard.

              “Ouch! Fuck, Dani. Holy Shit.”

              With a smile she let him pull his fingers back out slowly before she licked the pads of his fingers with the tip of tongue. Without losing the firm grip she had on his wrist she proceeded telling him her innocent little story.

              “Then they moved aaaaaaaall the way down here.”

              Pushing his hand down between their bodies, he reluctantly moved to the side to have a chance to ogle the path of his hand in hers until she placed his two soaked fingers deep between her folds underneath her nightgown. Immediately she bucked her hips up from the bed to greet his hand.

              “Rub me.” She said, lowering her voice.

              He watched her release the grip around his wrist to move her hands to clasp firmly around his bicep on his upper arm. She trusted him enough to please her the right way that she let her eyelids fall shut to truly enjoy the feeling of his strong fingers between her legs.

              “Not inside yet. Just slide your fingers between my lips. Nip me. Pull gently. From the top to the bottom. All the way. Please, don't miss a single spot from my anus to my clit. Now.”

              He didn't use to have any problems following directions; construction was easy, reading architectural maps, even listening to his former football coach had been a piece of cake. This, however, was starting to become really difficult.

              He wanted to do so much more to her. He wanted to show her how much more his hands could do, how much more pleasure they could give her, how much deeper inside her they could go. But a good man knew to listen to his girl, and if this was what she wanted, and if this was what made her tick to the point of almost orgasm against his leg earlier, then this was what he would give her. Whatever she wanted. Right now, her wish was his only command and he better listen wisely.

              “I think we passed second-base completely babe. You want me to...”

              “No. Don't stop what you're doing. When you really need it this badly, and you're this close to coming, second base can be highly overrated.”

              “What ever you want baby.”

              “That's right.”

He smiled. He loved when she took charge and told him off.

              He couldn't resist watching the little muscles in her face dance and stir under her skin as he moved his fingers in different directions between her thighs. Feeling her wetness spread among his fingers. Being this close to her face he even noticed the small twitches in her closed eyelids when one of his fingers hit the most sensitive spot. '
Why hadn't he been this attentive to her needs before and noticed this?'

              He let his mouth and nose rest on her cheek while he tried to read every motion of movement her body was making under his touch. The harder he rubbed and nipped her, the harder her grip of her hands became around his arm. Just as he felt her muscles shake and tighten, she felt his arm do the same.