Sylvan's Story - Minneapolis

Book 3: Silvering Years

by Sonja Mhyla Jonaro

Genres: Erotic & Steamy Romance; erotic romance; second chance; couples romance; light bdsm; mature erotica; sensual; fantasies; Silvering Years

Synopsis

This love story is...
More emotional than erotica,
More sensual than romance...
About people in their sixties!

It began in the Eastern Caribbean... After two years mourning the death of her husband, Sylvan was on a cruise to celebrate her sensual reawakening. Marv found her... up on the nude deck.

Four days of excess and adventure—sexual pleasure she had never known, a spanking exploding into passion, kinky play with special toys. She had set out to rediscover the joy in life. She found that—and more. So much more. She found a second chance at love.

Two weeks after the cruise, she's on her way to spend a week with Marv at his home in Minneapolis. She wants to know how he lives, his likes, his dislikes, how their lives can fit together.

She needs to know if their love is too good to be true.

But her body had barely survived those four days on the cruise. A week would be impossible! She could be firm! She could say ‘no'!

Not a chance. She knows her resolve will be washed away by Marv's deep blue eyes. But she doesn't know about the boots... or the hat... or the alpha demands that make him king of the Six-One-Two.

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Part veiled memoir, part luscious fantasy, part provocative example, the books of Silvering Years are intended for mature readers unafraid to be immersed in the wonders of their sensuality.

Minneapolis is the second set of books in the Silvering Years series. They meet on a cruise in Eastern Caribbean. Marv's Story tells the tale from his perspective. Read her story, or his, or both! In the next set of books we'll follow Marv as he visits Sylvan at her home in Santa Fe. After that? Who knows where they'll end up... happily ever after...

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Release date: April 4, 2025

Publisher: Ad Lectorem Publishers

Print pages: 435

Content advisory: A Silvering Years erotic novel.

Sample

The third Silvering Years erotic novel.

Sunday 09:07

 

–The door is closing, I have to go. AML/SC.

–My living angel. I will catch you when you land. ILYL/ME

Sylvan stared at her phone, contemplating how the course of her life had changed from what it was even a month ago. A tremor through the plane at the closing of the cargo door sent a chill up her spine, bringing her back to reality. She sighed, resigned to placing her life in the hands of the gods of travel, and looked out the window. The ground crew appeared to be moving away from the plane, their tasks finished.

A whirlwind of activity had swirled around her since the cruise—getting ahead on projects, reorganizing her wardrobe, updating her financial plans, discussing changes in her life with close friends, all to prepare for the journey to be with a new love.

On the cruise, she had met a man who became a catalyst for the reawakening of her sensual desires, helping her rediscover a lust for life, immersed with her in a flood of pleasures she thought she would never experience again.

For the last two weeks, she had kept her body’s yearnings at bay with work. The imaginings in her mind? They would often intrude, as in this moment of solitude when her libido grew restless while her eyes fondled the gate manager, in the guise of Adonis, signaling the pilot all was good to go.

The first time she’d seen Harold, her first love, he was engaged in a similar choreography directing the blind drop of some heavy machinery into a building, signaling with his arms and hands to convey precisely what the crane operator needed to do. She had regretted she didn’t make an effort to find out who he was. But a second chance arose later that summer, after she had earned her architect’s license, when he was the construction foreman on her first big project.

She smiled, remembering it wasn’t love at first sight. It was lust, creating an underlying tension in all their conversations. One day as they were discussing how to properly cap off a parapet wall, he asked if he could take her out to dinner. The timing of his query caught her by surprise, but since she had already formed her answer, it was easy to respond.

A few days later he stood at her door. From the hat on his head to the boots on his feet he looked good in a way that made her body ache, with a smile to rival the sun gracing his lips. One of the best things about Harold—he would always smile when he saw her. Whether talking with his crew or in some deep conversation on the phone, he would always smile when their eyes met. It was like sharing his sunshine.

They went dancing after dinner that first time. She remembered moving with him. When the music slowed, it brought their bodies together. He would put his arms around her, filling her senses with the aura of leather and the scent of a man.

Her mind drifted to the first time they made love. It had been a warm day in early fall and the sun was setting. They were returning from a day trip up by Los Alamos, following the old roads, and stopped at a small park near Cochiti Lake to watch the sky. Harold had a blanket in his truck so they spread it on the ground and snuggled close, feeling the air cool, watching the sky turn orange and magenta, listening to the hawks proclaiming the boundaries of their realms.

She didn’t remember their conversation, yet she could relive lying on the blanket with Harold massaging her womanhood through the tight fabric of her jeans, the heat from his hand melting her passion into the dew of love.

As he pulled the pants from her legs and continued his caresses through the silky smoothness of her panties, she was transformed into a sensual, sexual being. Even though she had played at sex in school and had a couple of lovers in college, she was never drawn past the physical to share more with those boys.

With Harold, she was ready to share everything.

She remembered holding Harold’s manhood, vigorous and alive, feeling it pulse. Even now, her body responded to the sensation of him slipping into her warmth, knowing again how he lay on her, pressing his chest to her breasts as she opened herself to receive him. She sighed, re-experiencing the stirring of him in her depths, her pussy tensing from his imagined presence, how his slow rhythm, steady and strong, nurtured the fire within until it consumed her.

That first time, she had looked into the sky, convulsions of her orgasm sweeping over her, not seeing, rather feeling, the stars piercing through the reddened haze of last light. At that moment, she knew she would be with that man for the rest of her life, to make a home and a family together.

The shudder of the plane fractured her reverie as the wheels lost contact with the earth. A bolt of panic shot through her, as it always did when she realized nothing was holding her up except the magic of engineering, sending her coursing through the insubstantial air.

As the plane banked toward Denver, she forced herself to peek out the window at the Santa Fe she loved.

She was on her way to see another man, one she had known for not even three weeks.

Blessed by the unearned beneficence of the universe, she had been given the opportunity to live two lifetimes in one span of days. Her previous life had run for fifty-eight years, thirty-one spent with Harold, until he was stricken by a heart attack. She had died too. Not in body, but in soul, languishing for two years in the depths of despair, her life an empty shell. Only a year ago, she had discovered a spark of life still glowing within her, one she fanned into a new awareness, a new self.

And thus began her second life.

She had vowed her new existence would be filled with beauty and pleasure as she discovered the power of the erotic in her life, her passion driven by desire.

Her mind swam in the bright sunshine of morning washing across her lap, replaying vignettes from the cruise where she and Marv had met, explored passion… and found love. It had not been her intention to find another man, one to share her regained lifetime. Yet there he was, her Eros. Her first vision of him, resplendent in his naked maleness, up on the nude deck.

It was as if he had been sent to her. He would think he had acted of his own accord, taking advantage of an opportunity. She knew better. She had prepared herself to accept passion and love, and he was sent to satisfy her desire with his own.

This she did not know at the time; only now, after careful reflection, did she realize it must be so.

Marv was a fabulous lover. He was thoughtful and courteous, adventurous and imaginative. He was strong and careful. He wasn’t intimidated when she was on top. He had used her favorite toy to make her come. He had used her anus and had let her play with his.

He had spanked her bottom, lifting the hem of her dress to expose her bareness, the weight of her body draped over his knees, her wrists held firmly in his grasp at the small of her back. His body flexed and she heard the fabric of his shirt swish as he lifted his hand. Then a split second of silence, then another swoosh and his hand made contact with her trembling flesh.

The world around her shook. She jumped and inhaled sharply. Her eyes snapped open and the scenery flying past meant they had landed in Denver. She glanced around. Surely, no one could imagine what she had been dreaming.

Digging into her bag, she found her phone. She would call Marv when she reached the gate for her connection to Minneapolis.

Getting through Denver was nearly effortless. Take the train from C to A. Find a quiet spot to call.

“Hi, Lady. How’re you doing?”

The sound of his voice filled her heart and mind, leaving no room to compose a reply.

“Are you okay?” he asked into the silence.

“Oh sí, I’m fine,” she said quietly. “And very happy. I took a nap on the plane and dreamed of our time on the cruise.”

“Only the good parts, I hope.”

“They were all good parts, que no?”

“I can hardly stand it waiting here for you.”

“You said you were going to sleep late to be all rested up for me.”

“Didn’t happen. I’ve been a bundle of anticipation all morning. This has been one of the longest days of my life.”

“You don’t have anything that you have to do, right? Everything is under control. Get up to something you enjoy, not to distract yourself but rather to simply spend time enjoying yourself. Find a good book and read a few chapters. Take a walk with your camera. Turn up the heat in the bedroom.”

“You’ll save me again. A walk sounds wonderful. I already did the heat. Reprogrammed the entire system.”

“Just for me? How sweet,” she said with a saucy note. There was a pause on the line.

“You’re teasing me,” he pouted.

“I am. Now, go have some fun ’cause I have more fun that way, too. I need to sit here for another couple of hours and I don’t want to be all worried about you.”

“But I worry about you.”

“Please don’t. You’re concerned that I’m unhappy, or bored or in some state of distress and I appreciate that, but I’m a big girl and, really, very self-sufficient. I’m going to read a book for a while, find something to eat then dream about what you’re going to do to my bottom in a few hours.”

Marv groaned.

Oops. That wasn’t the best thing to say to calm him down. Me neither, she thought, conjuring an ache of yearning from the recollection of his hands on her bottom, kneading her cheeks, spreading her cleft to prepare her for his carnal intentions. She inhaled to cool the daydream.

“I’ll be fine.” She hoped the phone would hide the husky note to her voice. “Please do something completely luxurious. That’s what I’m going to do.”

“Okay,” he said finally. “That walk sounds like fun. You don’t have to worry about me either.”

“I love you,” she said softly. “I’m going to go now and find some place comfortable to enjoy my book. I’ll call you when I get on the plane or if there’s a delay… ’Bye.”

“I love you. It’s hard to wait but I’ll be fine. ’Bye.”

She touched end and sighed. A few people had gathered at the gate to wait for the flight. Everything seemed okay so she picked up her book and was soon lost in the mind of Ken Knoll as he strove to find the body. She couldn’t help it—a mystery with an architect for the main character. Almost too good to be true.

She wiled away the afternoon until she was struck by a bag falling from a fellow traveler’s shoulder.

“So sorry, ma’am.” At least he was polite. College type, trying to manage an iPad, his carry-on and computer case while talking on the phone with a cup of coffee in his hand. She wanted to be peeved. No. She smiled and nodded her acceptance of the apology.

With plenty of time left, she wandered off to find the restroom. By the time she returned, the agent had announced the start of boarding and anxious passengers queued up at the portals, jamming the whole gate area.

Marv had booked her in first class so she made her way around the queue and shortly was comfortably ensconced up front. She pulled her phone from her bag and called to check on Marv.

“Hello, Sylvan.”

Hmm. Wonder what’s going on with him.

“Hi, Baby. Have you had a good afternoon?”

“Yes, I went around the lake. The walk felt good. I stopped to pick up some wine. A dry Riesling from Michigan and an Australian Malbec I look forward to sharing with you.”

“I look forward to that as well.” She paused to process the tone of his voice. “Are you okay?”

“Oh, Lady. I need to have you close. I’ve made it through a couple of hours, knowing I would hear from you and now I have to make it through a few more hours until I see you. This is the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”

For being a big, strong man, he sure has a few soft spots. She smiled to herself. She had forgotten how it felt to have someone need her like that. It affirmed a part of her that wanted to be wanted and desired, to know again how just being was important to someone.

“What can I do for you? I could whisper sexy things in your ear to make you stiff… You could play with that for a while. Or I can tell you everything is going to be fine… which it will be, by the way. I could scold you to stop feeling sorry for yourself… maybe it’s your turn for a spanking. What would be the best thing, do you think?”

“Oh, my naughty lady…” his words trailed off into a low moan. “I’m feeling sorry for myself, aren’t I?”

“You are. It’s so sweet to have you need me like that. Your patience will be rewarded but if you’re all sad and mopey when I get there I’ll really be pissed.” She took a breath. “They’re almost done loading the plane and I want to get settled in. Do something that makes you happy, okay? ’Cause you better be ready for me.” She thought she heard an intake of breath.

“I’ll be ready and very, very happy to see you. I love you.”

“I love you. Now go have some fun.” She paused for a moment. There was nothing more to say. “‘Bye,” she said in the most comforting tone she could muster.

She stuffed the phone into her bag and leaned back. She closed her eyes to ponder what Marv was feeling.

His desire had taken her breath away on the cruise. Now, she wondered if it had turned to need. The former was a strong thing, a thing of wanting, to be shared. The latter could become a weakness, implying a deficiency to be filled with emotional spackle.

No, she decided, his need was from his maleness, his desire. He wanted her to fulfill him. He could easily find someone to satisfy his need. His desire was for her. Not someone else.

She smiled and chuckled softly to herself. Marv was acting like the little boy that was part of every man, a bit insecure, a bit pouty with his impatience, having difficulty distinguishing his desire from his need. She might have to talk with him about that.

The ground crew was heading back to the terminal and the door was closing. What she wanted to do was close her eyes and sleep all the way to MSP. First, they had to get off the ground before the tension building in her body would ease. The plane pushed back from the gate with a jerk and her grip on the armrest tightened. Once the aircraft turned and was on the taxiway, she relaxed. She pulled her book from her bag and found her place.

Then her world jerked to a stop.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is the captain.” Whoa, a sister in the cockpit, her voice steady, strong. “We’ve been instructed to stop and hold at this point. I’ve also been instructed to tell you that you may not use your phones to call or text.” Silence. There was a general level of grumbling as the message sank in. Her seatmate pulled his phone from his bag. Before he could connect, the attendant was close at hand with a sympathetic expression, but a shake of her head.

“This is your captain, again. It seems that all air traffic in the area has been grounded. While we haven’t been told what’s going on, this happened once for some military matter last year. We’ll just sit tight and I’ll let you know what’s going on as quickly as I know. Please remember we’re takeoff ready. You must remain seated with your seatbelts buckled and no phones. That’s rather important as the message has been sent three times so far.” Silence.

The white peaks of the terminal did look like snowy mountaintops from this angle. “Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve just been informed Air Force One is landing to prepare for the president’s visit later this year. Sorry about the delay. Nothing to worry about, no events to report, we’re just the lucky ones today so sit tight and when that heavy’s on the ground we’ll be on our way.” A sigh. “‘No cellphone’ message again.”

She closed her eyes. Marv probably had an app telling him precisely what was happening and would know more about her progress than she did. She laid her book in her lap and dozed imagining what Marv might be planning for their week. She had stocked her toybag with her favorite objets de érotique—her Pink Thing, the Black Thing, her Rose Thing and the pleasure balls. She brought her love potion. Marv would have condoms if they were needed.

Thinking of her toys immersed her in a warm glow of sensuality. She had prepared her body by dancing with the pleasure balls every morning while she made breakfast and savored a cup of coffee. A couple of times she even wore them to site meetings to feel deliciously naughty.

It had been three days after she returned from the cruise before she no longer noticed being swollen and achy from only four days with Marv. They would need to slow things down so she could make it through a whole week. Once a day for starters. She chuckled silently. Naaah.

She was about to drift off when the engines wound up and they started to move. “Ladies and gentlemen, we’re cleared. We’re third in line so we have to taxi some more but we’ll be outta here in fifteen. Attendants, prepare the cabin for takeoff.” The flight attendants made one more pass along the aisles, then buckled themselves in.

In a minute there was a chime on the public address, and the engines wound higher. She tensed against the movement of the plane, her fingers aching from her grip on the armrest. They weren’t even on the runway, and the ground was moving by fast. She braced her feet. The plane continued to accelerate, then turned, sharply pressing her shoulder against the hull. By the time they straightened out the engines were screaming and seconds later the plane shuddered, the wheels losing contact with the earth. The lady up front was a real cowgirl.

The High Plains dropped away. The force of the ascent pressed her into the seat. There was some bouncing as they passed through a few clouds, then the plane did an easy turn and they were heading east. She asked for a blanket, lifted her book and snuggled in to learn how Ken Knoll would solve the case.

When the seatbelt sign went out, the cabin crew set up for an early dinner. She declined the service and closed her eyes.

About a week after she got home from the cruise, she received an email at the inquiry address on her website. It was from someone named Jan who wrote she was Marv’s housekeeper. Sylvan’s first thought had been that some crazy woman was protecting her turf. It soon became clear what Jan was, in fact, protecting Marv. Sylvan was tempted to blast a note back, and copy Marv, telling Jan to mind her own damn business. On second thought, she decided to engage in a conversation.

Jan had worked for Marv since he purchased his house a few years ago, after his divorce. He had not mentioned her by name, but he had talked about his housekeeper and how she cared for him by caring for the house when he was gone, and easing his return with fresh foodstuff, folded laundry. He hardly ever saw Jan because he was away most weekdays when Jan came in to do her work.

All these things Jan confirmed from her perspective and admitted she was watching out for Marv’s best interest, walking a line between not meddling, yet threatening harm if Marv got hurt. Sylvan worked to understand and realized Jan didn’t want Marv for herself; she wanted to be sure Marv was happy and saw it as part of her role to vet the people Marv brought into his life. Whether appropriate or not, it became moot as they communicated more, including a couple of good long phone calls.

Jan loved Marv like a mother would, yet while Jan professed she had nothing but good will for the two of them, Sylvan could not help but feel Jan also had an erotic love for Marv and maybe wished there had been an opportunity to explore if he had feelings for her.

By the end of their communication, Sylvan knew Jan had an open marriage and her feelings were hedonistic, not romantic. Jan already had a man she loved. What she also loved was the unbridled passion of her sensual self.

Sylvan had come a long way in the explorations of her sensual self. Before her journey of reawakening, she could never have imagined seeking to experience sexual passion outside the bonds of marriage, much less for pleasure alone, yet it made her wonder what it would be like to share Marv sexually even while holding him close to her heart with her love, as Jan was doing with her man.

These were early days. How could she even think that?

By the time the pilot announced the start of their descent into Minneapolis, Sylvan had made up her mind about Jan.

The sun had set behind them on their way, and she had lost an hour. It was getting late. She was tired and hungry. She hadn’t eaten since breakfast, and she was sure she was dehydrated. The idea of seeing Marv was rejuvenating. She hoped he had plans to find some dinner.

She worked to stay focused on seeing Marv during the white knuckle part of landing and had calmed herself by the time they headed to the terminal. She took a deep breath and reached for her phone after the attendant recited her arrival message. Her phone was dead. She had left it on during the flight. Damn. Marv would be in a tizzy.

Her thoughts were interrupted as the plane again came to a stop. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is the captain.” This time she sounded angry. “I’m sorry to let you know there seems to be some problem with our gate. We’ve been asked to park it here until this gets sorted out. There are plenty of reasons to delay your travels but I’m sorry that we’ve had more than our share for today.”

Sylvan sighed and looked out the window at the descending blanket of night. It was hard to be so close yet not be able to finish her journey. She closed her eyes and willed herself to be patient.

“Ladies and gentlemen, me again. I’ve been told there’s no licensed jetway driver available for our gate, so we have to go to another gate that’s able to come out to meet us. I’ve never had this happen before,” the captain said, ending with shi… before the intercom cut off.

Patience.

Sunday 19:44

 

In a few minutes the engines wound up, and they were moving. It seemed they were taking a tour of the airport as they taxied from one side of the terminal to the other. Sylvan focused on the thump-thump of the tires passing over the control joints in the tarmac to remind herself progress was being made.

Everyone jumped up when the plane jerked to a stop at the gate, jamming the aisle before the captain said “We’re here.” She didn’t feel like forcing her way through the throng, so she sat quietly and waited for the crowd to pass before gathering her things and making her way off the plane.

It took only two glances to get oriented before she was on her way to baggage claim. The movement of walking helped to work the stiffness from her limbs. In moments, she hardly felt her body, her heart and mind focused on seeing Marv.

He had called her every night at nine to connect, except for one night when he called at eleven forty-five after working eighty feet underground for twelve hours straight on some problem with footings. Even then, she looked forward to talking with him, to share the events of her day and to hear of his. She loved learning about what he did and his feelings about his work.

There hadn’t been time to work on Marv’s fountain as she had promised on the cruise. At the end of each day, she had barely enough time to fix something to eat before preparing for his call. She had pinned her sketch to the idea wall. Maybe they could work on it together.

Each evening, even though he was thirteen hundred miles away, she took a shower before his call to wash away the thoughts of the day and prepare her body for the sensuality of their conversation.

Every couple of days, she used the trimmer to make herself caressably bare, even though it would be her own touch she would feel.

To save water, she would wash her hair while the shower was still cold, letting the water liven her desire as the water warmed. She couldn’t spend extra time under the soothing water so she savored being immersed in the mist gathering in the bathroom while she slowly dried herself and donned one of her fluffy sweaters.

Nothing else.

None of her sweaters covered her bare pussy lips. Most didn’t cover her little delta of muff. Some had an open weave that caught on her nipples. All would swish against her bottom like tantalizing fingertips.

She would climb onto her bed and sit with legs folded, the pillows at her back, so she could recline and open her legs to give herself the attention she wished Marv were there to provide.

But usually they just talked. Often, she would slowly fondle herself, caressing her lips or teasing her clit, maybe a nipple, immersing herself in Marv’s sonorous voice, letting it resonate in her mind. When he spoke softly and deeply it echoed in the grotto of her womanhood, especially when he talked of love and loving. He would ask if she was pleasuring herself and she would say yes. He would describe what he would do if he were there and she would do it to herself.

A couple of times he helped her come, talking to her like that.

His voice alone would feed the fire without setting it to dancing. She loved those times especially. She could feel his voice surround her, soothing her and renewing her while it prepared her for slumber, helping to ease her into sleep with dreams of his touch.

They did FaceTime the first night apart. It didn’t bring him closer, peering at the tiny picture. They didn’t try that again.

At times, she worried the demands of her work and the practical requirements of life would separate her from her desire. It had been nascent and vulnerable when she signed onto the cruise and hardly practiced when she made it onto the nude deck. From the time of her reawakening to the moment Marv dropped into her life, her desire was wholly her own, guided by her will and her mind, an exercise in rediscovery.

When she encountered her desire for him it was no longer entirely under her control. It became its own sentient thing, moving as it wished, using her body, her mind, her soul to create and explore passion and pleasure with the man, her female dancing with his male.

She pondered what it meant to be unable to direct her desire and to have to follow where it led. At times, it moved beyond her grasp, leaving her to ache and despair until she caught up. Today, she felt the ache growing as she got closer to what she thought was the object of her desire.

Did she misunderstand? Was it not for Marv? His love, his passion, his being? Was her desire yearning for something left behind? Her independence? Her self-worth? Her self-reliance? Was she being subsumed by Marv’s love? Sucked into his aura instead of sharing hers?

She stumbled onto the escalator going down to baggage claim. She was barely able to grasp the handrail to avoid disaster, when the answers filled her heart. The object of her desire was Marv. She was moving away from the place where she had nourished her desire for him and was now moving to another place, foreign and unknown, so she carried it wholly in her heart, making it feel restrained and pent-up.

That was frightening, her desire pulling her back toward her home, back toward the cruise, to places where it had flourished, away from here. She could not tell her desire all was well, that soon she would see him and it would know it was safe; so for now she ached in her heart and looked for Marv to rescue her from despair.

She passed through the airport security portal and into the real world, looking around to gain her bearings. Baggage carousels stretched into the distance, and she had no idea where she was or where Marv would be waiting. There was hardly anyone down at this end of baggage claim. She stepped up to the monitor to find out where she should go.

Carousel seven. She was at twelve so she bucked up and headed off.

People were accumulating at the midpoint of baggage claim. For a moment, she thought she had forgotten what Marv looked like. Everyone was facing away from her, staring at the people coming down another set of escalators.

That must be him, head above the crowd, ducking down, bouncing around, checking his phone.

Then he stopped and stood staring. She followed the direction of his gaze. Coming at him was this luscious woman, professional-looking, purpose-driven. She looked up and, and for an instant, their eyes met. It was enough. Sylvan gave her a quick smile and a brief nod toward Marv.

He’s mine and he’s in for a surprise.

Luscious Woman locked her gaze on Marv as they converged on their common quarry. Meer steps away, Sylvan smoothly parked her bag to free her hands and reached around him, giving her conspirator a big grin as she passed with a glorious smirk on her face. Well done!

“Hi Marv. Are you being a naughty boy?”

“Sylvan!” he gasped. His body convulsed, dropping his phone when his arms flew skyward. She held him tightly. The desire constrained within her came bursting out, finding its home around them. She inhaled deeply of the tumult, as if life itself was filling the empty vessel of her soul. She loosened her hold and Marv turned to her, his face ashen and dumbstruck.

A young woman had picked up his phone and handed it to him with a beaming smile. Sylvan gave her a thanking nod. Marv was mute and staring.

Sylvan watched as his manner and his whole body melted back into the man she knew, the shock draining away to be replaced with joy. His mouth opened, his lips curved into a broad smile and his eyes lit up to show his happiness. He remained speechless, stepping toward her. She threw her arms around his neck, lifting her lips to his to share her desire, her passion, creating torrents of pleasure and lust like she had felt in the times they shared being naked, sweating, fucking in hedonistic abandon. She was saved and safe.

“I love you,” she whispered in his ear, slowly dropping back to earth. The smile she had come to love nearly as much as the wearer brightened his face, and he reached out to hold her close for another breath.

“I love you, too,” he murmured in her ear, the roughness of his cheek a counterpoint to the softness of hers, the strength of his body replenishing. He released her and held her with his hands on her shoulders to look into her eyes. “There are so many feelings I never knew that you’ve shown to me. This is yet another. I want to thank you every day for the rest of my life.”

Her body sparkled. “Huí, I’m so happy to be here, Marv. I feel whole again. We put on a good show. Que no?” Marv beamed, without a hint of embarrassment.

The bags began dropping on carousel seven, and she caught a glimpse of one that looked like hers. “Let’s get my bag,” she said, reaching for her carry-on and Marv’s hand.

“Which one?” he asked.

“There it is. Dark green, red ribbon.” She let go of his hand and pointed at the bag coming their way. Marv pushed through the crowd, snagged the bag and made his way back.

“Was it a good flight?”

“It was all fine. We were late leaving Denver and didn’t make up any time on our way. I read some and snoozed some. When we landed, I discovered I’d left my phone on and the battery had died. Then there was some kind of confusion about the gates so we ended up on another concourse.” She realized why she was able to surprise him. “Apparently, I took the back way down to baggage claim and was able to sneak up on you.”

“Quite the surprise,” Marv chuckled. “I’m so glad you’re here,” he said, leading the way to the parking ramp.

She couldn’t help a snicker. “I have to tell you, Marv. That woman saw me heading toward you and we exchanged a glance. Before I knew it, she had you all set up for me. It was fun. You’ll recover, won’t you?”

Marv shot her a menacing grin. “Nothing some good bottom warming won’t fix, my little minx,” he said, squeezing her hand. Marv was happy to have her close. He was positively strutting.

“Did you bring a backup Sylvan along? This bag is heavy,” he asked, switching hands.

“Ombers, no. Just my toys in case I get bored,” she said with a chunk of snark in her voice. “A girl has to be prepared for anything, right?” she asked, lifting an eyebrow and squinching her nose at him.

“Seems to me you brought along a lot of naughty,” he said and she couldn’t help but laugh as a bolt of what that naughty might mean flashed across her mind.

“Are you hungry?” Marv asked then leaned closer. “I would love to take you home right now and fuck you silly but I’m thinking there’s a lot of time for that and I want to just stare into your eyes for a while. My neighborhood is home to a place with the best pizza on the planet. The crowd should be thinning out about now.”

The suggestion of food brought to mind the reality of her day. It would be wonderful to spend time replenishing her body and savoring some of what Marv called home.

“I haven’t eaten since breakfast. Do they have some wine? I would love to sit with you and enjoy some pizza and a glass of good wine.” Part of the reality—it was still cold in Minneapolis, so she stopped to pull her jacket out of her bag. “I suppose it’s kind of chilly here.”

Marv gave her a wan smile and nodded. On the approach, she saw snow still covered the ground. He loved his city and his home and she loved him, in spite of snow or cold. “I love you,” she said as the doors opened to the parking ramp, engulfing them in a frigid embrace, stealing her breath. She tightened her grip on his arm and pulled herself closer.

“I love you, too, I hope you enjoy my city. I know this may not be where we end up but it’s a nice place to live even if this isn’t the best time of year to demonstrate it.” His face filled with apprehension.

“It’s wonderful being here with you,” she said. “It feels so natural. I feel as if I’m coming home. I’m filled with anticipation without a hint of apprehension. This is going to be a wonderful time.”

She was sure of it.

Marv lit up with his little-boy grin. “Then, welcome home. We’ll make our home together wherever we are.”

Marv stopped behind a BMW X3. “Nice ride,” she said. Her car was only a Toyota RAV. Somehow, she had imagined he drove one of those big machines, to see something svelte like this reinforced her impression of his good nature.

“Thanks. It’s a couple of years old. I had it imported with a big diesel in green. Not many of these around. It’s small and nimble with enough torque to pull a plow. Or walk through deep snow.” Marv pressed the button on the fob and the hatch lifted. He loaded her carry-on and boosted her big bag in with a huff. She stood and watched, studying the strength of the man and his movements, feeling herself fortunate he could move her nearly as easily.

He stepped back and the hatch descended. She held out her arms. He turned and swept her into his embrace, holding her close, not saying anything, communicating how he felt with his body.

She relaxed her fortitude and succumbed to the stress of the day. She was now protected and cared for and she didn’t have to make it through on her own. The feeling overwhelmed her, to be able to let go of her need to manage by herself, at least for a while.

He guided her to get in and carefully made sure she was comfortable. She expected the door to close. Nothing happened. She turned to look at him. “What is it, Baby?”

“I don’t know. Here you are. I didn’t think I would survive until this day and now here you are. I expected I’d want to make raging love to you right there on the baggage carousel but I’m feeling completely different. It feels as if you were away on a trip, out of town for a few days and I’ve just picked you up at the airport, no big deal. We’re just going to grab a bite then go home as if we’ve been together for years. I love this feeling and the feeling of loving you.”

She thought she might melt into the cushion of the seat when he leaned in to kiss her, letting his love wash over her. By the time he got in and started the engine, she realized maybe something else was on his mind. “Marv, are you worried I think there’s something wrong if you’re not trying to tear my clothes off right here?”

He looked at her with a sheepish grin and nodded his head. “Yeah. I love you so, and I want to savor each morsel of our time together. There’s a depth to my feelings I didn’t know was there until now. I really feel good. Things are turned around. On the cruise we were using the sex to get to know each other. Now I look forward to the sex being a celebration of knowing you.”

One of the most endearing things about her man was the insecure little boy lurking in the deepest part of him. She knew his mind was always tuned to leave room for doubt, some particle of uncertainty that couldn’t be completely erased. That was fine. He wouldn’t be imprudent and overconfident. But there would be times when he would need reassurance.

“You have to remember we’ve done a lot of talking over the last two weeks. All of what we talked about and said to each other is being actualized in our being together. I love the feeling of loving you, too.” She put her hand on his and gave it a gentle squeeze to emphasize her words. “Let’s go get some pizza, and some wine. I’ve been looking forward to some good wine all day. Then we’re going to fuck ourselves silly,” she said, letting the naughty she had brought along bubble up.

It seemed he drove too fast, dodging around barriers and columns to get out of the parking ramp. He hadn’t been careless when he drove on the island, so she convinced herself he was only having fun, maybe showing off his fancy toy. As they headed onto the highway, a train of a few cars passed overhead.

“We even have our own rail system now, just like the big cities,” Marv said, nodding upward toward the train. “We’ll do some touring and I’ll show you some interesting things, but the big picture is that my city is here because of the Mississippi River. Well, actually, the Falls of St. Anthony…”

She didn’t hear much of what he said. She was looking out the window and feeling his words through the tone of his voice, communicating the love he held for his city. It was the same tone he had for her, deep, abiding, plenteous, generously given.

They passed through a canyon of noise barriers then the freeway opened into a spectacular vista of downtown. It was a good city and beautiful. Even so, she could not help but think of the stars she could see at night and the coyotes she could hear in the distance from her home in Santa Fe.

She turned to look at Marv. They must be getting close. He was fidgeting in his seat with a silly look on his face.

They turned off the freeway and entered a residential area of single-story houses, all lined up neatly. A few blocks later, they came to a retail corner glowing like an oasis of light in the night. Marv pointed to Lola’s and told her the story of how a culinary experiment in wood-fired pizza was fabulously successful.

The place was warm and cozy. Only half full. Marv said it wasn’t loud as it usually was. They were guided to a table set against the front window. As they sat, she realized how famished she was and drank both of their waters before the server returned. They found a pizza to share. She ordered a German Riesling. Marv said he wanted a lonely blonde from downtown with a naughty smirk on his face. The server seemed to know what he was talking about.

Marv reached across to hold her hand and they sat holding hands, watching other patrons and looking out the window until the server returned. The Riesling perfectly suited her mood. It was a magical elixir to revive her spirits.

As they waited for their pizza, Marv told stories about the neighborhood and the creek. She was still curious. “Why do you like this neighborhood so much?”

“Well… places like this. Some incredible chefs have opened up little places around here so it’s a haven for wonderful, creative food, independent coffee shops and quirky neighborhood joints. There are sidewalks for walking the dog and a Little Free Library on ’most every block. Trees and the lakes and the creek. Easy access to the essentials like groceries and hardware. Half an hour from world-class art and music and theater. Neighbors are thoughtful and friendly, pretty much liberal because we’re well educated. We’re very fortunate. The recession hardly touched us. We’re affluent enough to keep our places up quite well but not so wealthy as to make us snobs.”

“What’s a Little Free Library?” she asked. She’d never heard of such a thing.

“It’s a box with books that folks put out by the sidewalk. They have a roof and a door just like a shed and sit up on a post. It’s great fun to walk along and see what people’ve put in them. You can take a book that looks interesting and return it when you’re done or bring back another one. Or two.”

“Does anyone put sexy books in their library?”

“Not that I’ve seen. I’d love to, but all of them would get ‘borrowed’,” he said with air quotes, “and not returned.”

“There’s one last thing I want to do here,” Marv said as he flagged the server, held up two fingers and pointed. “They have a photo booth in back, the kind where you get a strip of three pictures. I want to get a couple of strips as a memento.” Marv had his little-boy grin on when the server dropped off two tokens with the check and Marv handed over his card.

The wall going back to the booth was covered with photo strips of all different kinds of people in all different kinds of poses. She let Marv direct the action, she wanted nothing more than to be cuddled and pampered and not have to make any decisions. They smiled, they hugged, they kissed. They kissed again and moved down in the booth so only the tops of their heads showed. Then, they left the booth for the third shot. Marv had some humorous point he wanted to make. She floated along.

Marv grabbed the picture strips, and they threaded through the crowd back to their table. “These are the most wonderful pictures I can imagine,” he said as they sat. “I want to take them to my framer and make them a permanent addition to my bedroom.”

Sunday 22:10

 

The food, the wine, and Marv had revived her spirits and deliciously relaxed her body.

“Marv.” Sylvan leaned across the table, beckoning his eyes to hers. “I want to feel your hands caressing me all over my body then some special parts of you feeling me from the inside. Take me home so you can wash me off in the shower then get me wet on your bed.”

Marv looked like he was going to choke, his eyes grew wide and he sucked in a breath. “Shit, yeah,” he said after he regained sufficient composure to speak. She loved giving him a shock every now and then. This time, leaving him barely able to sign the slip.

“Marv, I’m going to share the costs of my trip,” she said, just to be clear.

“Okay,” he said. “We can sort that out later. Right now, I have to get you home.” They gathered up their things. He helped with her jacket and they headed for the door.

I might make it after all.

On their way out, she ran her hand across his crotch to make sure he had the right idea.

He did.

Marv had said they were only a few blocks from his house. In a block they turned, drove along his beloved creek and stopped to make another turn. “I’m sorry things look so dismal,” he said. “We had more snow a couple of days ago.”

His words were like a cold draft by a warm fire. “Marv,” she said. “Not another word about the cold, or grimy snow, or bleak trees. You’ve chosen this place for good reasons. I look forward to learning why, because it’s a precious part of you. So stop fussing about it.” She combined her words with enough glare to make sure he got the message.

Being properly admonished, he mouthed a silent ‘sorry’. They crossed the creek and pulled into the driveway. “Okay. You’re so special. I love you. Here we are. My little brick house.” He reached over and squeezed her hand, waiting for the garage door to open.

As soon as the car stopped, she was out and ready to retrieve her things from the back. The hatch lifted, and in a moment, Marv was there to help her. She looked into his eyes and put her hand on his chest.

“Memmer, Marv. I’m at home, just like you. I may not know where everything is but I’m going to make myself at home and mess up your life, so be prepared.” When you design houses for a living, one understands how they’re organized.

Marv looked sick, so she grinned and gave him a playful shove as she went by him with her carry-on and headed toward the only door to the rest of the house. “Huí, Marv, are you coming?” she asked off-handedly. “You have some work to do on my bottom.”

Stunned again.

She smirked, hoping he would always have a good sense of humor about her little shots to his nervous system.

Stepping through the door, she swept the wall to find the light switch. There it was, right where it should be, and light filled the laundry and utility space. It was simple, functional, and very tidy, thanks to Jan, certainly. She took a quick look around. She leaned on the wall next to the door to remove her shoes and put them on the mat beside a pair of boots. She found the stairs to the main level, leaving Marv in the utility room to figure things out.

At the top, she turned into the hall and was met with the scent of a man’s house—musky notes, fireplace, wood, leather, and a top note of cleaning chemicals. The depth of the scent matched the darkness. She found the light switch.

There was the kitchen, dining room, and living room, the bedroom had to be at the end of the hall. She heard Marv lugging her big bag, thumping along behind her. Entering the bedroom, she found the light, took a couple of steps and parked her carry-on next to the dresser. She turned, dropped her jacket from her shoulders and tossed it onto the bed.

She caught Marv as he cleared the door, threw her arms around his neck, and lifted herself to kiss him. Caught by surprise, he stumbled backward, her big bag banging against the door. She held onto him to help him regain his balance.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” she teased in his ear.

“I’m fine. I need to be better prepared for your attacks,” he said, straightening up.

Without warning, his hands landed with a loud SMACK on the cheeks of her bottom, impelling her upward against his chest.

Her words of retort caught in her throat. Time turned to syrup, letting her focus on the sensations of shock flowing through her, becoming effervescent as they dissipated.

“Oh, Baby,” she whispered. She inhaled. The deepest part of her mind remembered the scent of him. Her body remembered his arms around her, his kiss on her lips, his hands on her bottom. Her body rejoiced. She longed to be enveloped by his maleness, to connect with his body to affirm their love… and their lust.

“I feel as if I’m able to live again. Your love is now so much of my life.”

Marv held her, a note of delight resonating in his chest. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply for a moment, then loosened his embrace.

“Half the dresser has been cleared out for your things,” he said. Not very romantic. His engineer mind was telling her the most important thing he could think of, she knew he loved her by the look in his eyes, she knew he wanted her by the firmness of his verga, he was telling her she was home.

She landed gently and laid her cheek on his chest with her arms around him. “I’m home. I’d be home anywhere with you, but you have a wonderful home here and I’ll enjoy seeing it tomorrow.”

Reality set in and she looked into his eyes. “Right now, I’m heading to the bathroom before I burst. Please find my toiletries kit in my big bag and come to join me. Oh, and let Mr Penis and the Boys out of their bondage so I can see how they’re doing.

Smiling, she turned toward the bathroom, found the light and closed the door. With the click of the latch, a sigh of relief escaped her lips. She had made it.

Leaning on the counter with both hands, she struggled to compose herself. She had been running so hard to stay ahead of her emotions. Now they all crashed into her. Looking at her image in the mirror, she couldn’t tell if she should cry, laugh or release a wail of anguish. She was happy beyond measure, scared beyond belief, tired past reckoning, and relieved, as if she had escaped the jaws of death.

In a daze, she removed her clothes and sat. The air on her skin was refreshing and invigorating. Soon, her body would be lavished with loving attention. She was safe and had no reason to be concerned about any need. Any want was only a word away from satisfaction. She heaved a rejuvenating sigh and finished.

Standing at the sink, she turned this way and that, studying the form of her body in the mirror.

All in one piece. She smiled with what she saw. She reached for the ceiling, stretching away the tension in her back, twisting away the ache in her shoulders. She bent deeply to stretch the muscles in her legs, pivoting her bottom, reaching back to squeeze her cheeks.

Marv would love that show!

The aches from her tired muscles eased away.

What’s taking him so long?

Opening the door to check on his progress, she caught him in mid-stride. He stopped, frozen, and stared, her toiletries kit swinging from the strap he held. For a moment, she wondered what was wrong, then it occurred to her—she was naked and his brain could only handle so much of that.

He was naked, too. Because his verga had a mind of its own, it had grown tall and eager, waiting impatiently for Marv to get going.

By way of thank you, she lifted to her toes. Steadying herself on the jamb, she lifted her leg and swung a turnout to the side. Marv’s gaze focused on her womanhood. His eyes grew large. Watching him respond made her tingle all over. She dropped her leg and his eyes made the journey back to her face. She paused for a moment to let him recover.

“Oh, Lady,” he said, taking the few steps needed to hand her the kit.

“Thank you.” She put the kit on the counter and turned back to him. Slipping her arms under his, she pulled him against her nakedness. It was like hugging a tree.

“Huí, you’re tense,” she said. She leaned back into his hands, Marv’s verga trapped between them. “You need to understand I’m not going to swoop in here and take over your home. I was teasing you about messing things up. You know I can find my way around a house ’cause I design these things. I was having fun showing off. I didn’t mean to scare you. I’ll not always ask if it’s okay to do one thing or another because I take it seriously when you say this is my home, too, but I’m not going to move your things around or ask you to fire Jan. This home is the same as your embrace, I feel your life around me in your home just as I feel your love around me in your arms.”

Tears filled his eyes. My man. Strong on the outside. Strong on the inside, too, letting his feelings show. She smiled at him and put her hand full on his chest. She lifted up to kiss him.

“Now, go back and take a moment to clear things off the bed. We can sort it out in the morning,” she said softly, then more softly—“Put my toy bag on the nightstand then get your ass back in here. I’m going to be helpless in your hands for an evening.”

Marv zipped out of the bathroom while she retrieved her soap, shampoo and conditioner and was back as she bent to place them on the floor of the shower. Timing could not have been better. She swayed her back and held the pose long enough to hear him growl his regard.

Soon his hands were on her bottom, cool and firm, kneading her cheeks, then slipping lower to touch her pussy lips, then passing over her entrance on the short journey up to her anus.

Not all at once, she thought and stood. Turning, she teased her nipples through the tangle of hair on his chest. She leaned into his strength, her breasts alone making contact with his body.

Marv reached to turn on the water. She’d been looking forward to this moment for two weeks.

While the shower warmed, he held her and she began to melt into his sheltering aura. The shower was large enough for two. He rolled the door closed and they were engulfed in billows of mist.

“Let me watch you wash yourself,” she said.

She sat on the bench at the end of the shower, her eyes wandering over the maleness of this man. His manhood had relaxed, hanging full and loose as it had in the warm weather of the cruise, his shaft, half firm, ready to lift itself to her pleasure when beckoned, his provenance, two smooth stones weighting their sack, one larger and lower, the other more demure. She marveled at the asymmetry.

The water splashed onto his shoulders, forming rivulets streaming through the hair on his chest, coursing to his groin, cascading off his manhood.

He turned. The water ran down the channel of his back and through the cleft of his bottom. He washed his hair, then snatched his washcloth as he turned to her and washed his face.

Lifting a leg, he placed his foot on the bench beside her, concealing himself from her gaze. She glanced into his eyes and saw a sprite of naughty dancing there while he lathered his washcloth and ran it over his leg and his bottom.

With a smirk, he dropped his foot and lifted the other, this time with all of himself presented. He dallied with rewashing everything.

He stepped back, lathered soap in his hands and turned his attention to his verga. It twitched to attention, becoming firm and dark in his hands. He massaged his ’jónes, tugging them away from his body. He rinsed his back, then his front, then he turned to her. His verga stood proud with his ’jónes tight against his shaft like bear cubs clinging to a tree.

She was studying how the hair around his manhood curled against his skin when his hand floated into view. She grasped his fingers and he lifted her to her feet.

Trusting him, she closed her eyes and let herself be guided, his hands, strong on her waist, moving her under the stream of the water. My ablutions… the thought entered her mind as it had on the cruise… preparing myself for my god of pleasure.

He drew her from under the water and anchored her in place with his stiffened shaft nestled into the cleft of her bottom. He dribbled lines of shampoo onto her scalp. With sensuous fingers, he massaged the shampoo into her hair. His work on her scalp amplified his presence in her cleft. She tipped her bottom to feel the whole of him between her cheeks.

Too soon he finished. His hands grasped her shoulders, drawing her firmly against his manhood to pivot her under the water to rinse.

His hands guided her to stand. The water splashed onto her face and over her body. He turned her from under the water, his hand at the back of her neck. She kept her eyes closed to savor Marv’s attention as he caressed her face with the washcloth, removing her makeup.

The last vestige of her day fell away when he wrapped his arms around her and bent down to kiss her, moving both he and she under the water for a rinse.

Their kiss ended in a burst of sputtering.

“Keep your eyes closed.” Marv’s voice filled her mind as he moved her to the end of the enclosure and lifted her hands so she could support herself.

“Open your legs,” he instructed. She opened her stance. Marv directed the water to splash over her back and bottom. In a chorus of motion, he slipped the washcloth between her legs and through the cleft of her bottom, left hand, then right.

He attended to her front, treating each suspended breast with care, using both hands to lift and massage her softness. With bare fingers, he attended to her mons with waves of caresses, the water flowing over her clit until she was not only clean but tingling. She was transformed into the essence of desire; fuck-me-now, melting-woman, desire.

She hung her head, using the least energy to counter the force of gravity as Marv continued to liven the thrill within her. He brought one hand to her mons. He slipped his other hand into her cleft, his fingertips meeting at her entrance. He lifted her, making her weightless. She swayed her back and worked to absorb the fire he was building.

He adjusted the shower to stream through her cleft. He stepped behind her and laid his manhood between her cheeks, reaching to cradle her breasts. She was no longer able to separate one sensation from another. He was touching all of her at once.

“Close your eyes and hold the memory of the water; how it sounds and the way it splashes over you.” She heard the words, then silence, save for the water falling from their bodies. She was being lifted and guided to stand, then the shimmering touch of a towel embraced her. Hands guided her to bend, and the shimmer of the towel flowed between her legs and over her softest places. Then, quiet.

Hands at her waist, guiding her to move. She walked with eyes closed, without concern, trusting the hands upon her. The hands showed her where to stand. “Now, I’m going to lay you down on the bed face down and attend to your ass some more, then I’ll use every molecule of my being to fuck you. Keep your eyes closed.”

His words left her breathless.

Another voice filled her head. “Marv, Baby. Look in my toy bag for a small lavender vibe with a curve at the tip. I think you’ll figure out what to do with it once you have my bottom in your hands. Get the lube as well.”

The hands returned, helping her onto the bed. She stretched out on her stomach and the hands helped her open her legs.

Wider.

Her world swayed and rocked. She trusted. She was safe. The hands returned, grasping the substance of her, separating tissue from bone, body from mind. She felt the parts of her being scattered as in some cubist fantasy, then gathered and remolded into smooth, gracile forms, unifying them into something Rodin would appreciate.

Her skin thrilled at the touch of each finger pad, pressing, moving, circling, exploring. Gasps and inhalations became punctuation to the manipulations.

The hands opened the cheeks of her bottom. A fingertip explored the dimple of her anus, circling, centering, massaging. She released a long, purifying sigh. There was nothing left of her except the female, the passion and the water splashing through her mind.

Strong fingers spread her cleft. One massaged cool lube onto the flower of her anus. She willed her body to accept this unfamiliar pleasure. A fingertip pressed at the opening, paused, and slipped in, hovering. She breathed deeply, greeting and welcoming the penetration. Then movement, in and out, more, more, until she was dancing with the sensations in swirls of yellow.

The finger withdrew and was replaced by a subtle thrumming presence. Feeling only the sensation, not the object, it delved deeper and deeper, pouring energy into her, red with passion.

“Are you ready for me?”

Oh sí, Oh sí. She nodded her ascent.

Strong hands lifted her onto her knees and guided her to spread them… wider… wider. The thrumming intensified. She waited, her world swaying. A new presence touched her, seeking access to the female of her body. The sensation deepened from yellow to orange, vibrant and alive.

She inhaled as he filled her, swaying her back, lifting her head with a cry to welcome him after a fortnight.

The vibe slipped from her as his movement increased, leaving her with the full sensation of his manhood. Marv used his length to express his passion in a slow, powerful rhythm, receding until his crown tugged at her opening, advancing to give her all of himself until his ’jónes pressed against her pussy lips and her clit.

She hadn’t realized how much she missed his verga orchestrating the satisfaction of her need.

He changed his stance, directing his head through her grotto, his shaft coursing along her cleft, across the ruff of her anus, each passage of him gratifying her desire, building her passion.

She marveled at how Marv communicated with his verga. He didn’t drive it in and pull it out like some thoughtless machine, charging himself for his own release. He moved slowly and deeply to share his passion, to show his love and concern, building the fire.

She hadn’t known how unique this was until she learned from Jan the nature of men. Jan explained it when Sylvan finally dared to tell of how she and Marv had shared sex from the first day they met.

Jan said her man, too, was considerate and caring, even though she had come to believe most men were not. She had experienced other men. They seldom made the effort to create passion with their manhood, much less with their attention or their manner.

Sylvan knew the universe had smiled on her.

Sunday 23:32

 

“I need to see your face.” Marv’s voice tugged at the fringe of her consciousness as his verga left her. His hands reached through the fog of bliss surrounding her to guide her to lie on her back.

“I love you, Marv,” she said, looking into his eyes shining with the fire of his passion. “Where do you want me?”

He crawled from the bed and stood at the foot. “Here, on the edge, so I can look into your eyes and fuck you slowly.”

She wiggled down and laid back. They had done this before. He bent with his head between her legs. She draped her calves over his shoulders and, with a gust of panic, he lifted her and positioned her bottom at the very edge of the bed.

He grasped her ankles and opened her legs, his eyes fixed on her womanhood.

As much as she enjoyed having Marv take her from behind, she might like this position even better—on her back, legs open to receive him completely. With no support required for her body, she could focus on the sensation, letting herself be filled with the pleasures they shared.

He savored her beauty with a gaze so intense he was fucking her with his eyes. The fire in her grotto swelled and her nipples glowed. She lifted her hands to her breasts, circling her fingertips around the fiery buds to complement his visual caress.

Her motion enticed his eyes upward. He opened his mouth in silent exclamation. Leaving her legs upstretched, he reached for the lube. In a moment he grasped her again at the ankles, opened her wider. With solemn purpose, he touched his head to the entrance of her womanhood and growled to communicate his intention.

His eyes locked with hers, the head of him opened her, the chill of the lube exhilarating against the heat of her vag. He slipped in, moving deeper and deeper until she wondered if he would ever stop.

Her body shuddered as his ’jónes wedged into the cleft of her bottom. Marv heaved a sigh and stayed there, twitching his verga, stirring the flames of passion.

“Oh, Baby. I feel so complete when I take you into me like this.”

Fire danced in his eyes as he began to move, his verga seeming larger and stronger from her words. His motion increased and he hoisted her legs over her shoulders, sending the head of him coursing through her grotto. She watched her man work, his body pivoting to drive his shaft, lifting her to greater pleasures with each stroke.

Dropping her hands between her legs she used her fingers to curve her vulva around his shaft, snuggling her clit between her fingertips. Each thrust sent an explosion of orange through her mind.

In moments, the heightened sensations sent her screaming toward a climax.

Her eyes sought Marv’s face. Sweat dripped from his brow, his eyes wild with passion.

“Come for me,” he said.

She could hold on no longer.

The impulse of her orgasm clenched her vag around Marv’s moving verga as he thrust once, twice, then buried himself, exploding within her.

Their passion surged, emptying them both, filling them both, celebrating their desire. Her body disintegrated and she was nothing but sensations, feelings, emotions, memories, adrift in an ocean of love.

Everything was invigorated, more alive, after the rain. The smells of the earth more piquant. The low rumble of distant thunder, a reminder of the reason.

The last light of day formed a red band on the horizon as conversations of the night filled the air. She lay on the blanket, staring up at the sky, the scents of the earth mingling with the scent of sex from their love-making. The rain passed through too quickly to quench the heat of the day, warming her now.

She listened for Harold’s steady breathing. They had spent the day hiking and picnicking on Plaza Blanca and couldn’t persuade themselves to head back with everyone else to avoid the rain. They had been married for three months and she had never been so happy. She laid there contemplating the stars, wondering if the joy she was feeling would be hers forever, or if it would wane with the passing of time.

Love had made her life more vibrant, more interesting, like the rain on the desert livening the flowers, brightening the colors. They made love every day, exploring new ways and new places. Her favorite place was out in the open, under the canopy of sky.

There was vast open space in New Mexico, and she looked forward to seeing all of it from her place under Harold, or astride him, loping along, riding a slow pony to the horizon.

She rolled over to connect with her man. Her hand found his cheek in the darkness, and he roused at her touch. “Sorry to wake you,” she said in a voice she didn’t recognize. My body missed you, as much as my heart. I love you.”

She was filled with new joy.

“Mmm. I feel whole again. I love you, too.”

Love was hers… again. It would be hers forever.

“I need to pee and take my contacts out. Keep things warm for me,” she said. She rolled out of bed and made her way to the bathroom, guided by the glow from the nightlight. She found the case, popped her contacts out, then sat.

She took a moment to clear the haze from her mind. A chill ran through her, contemplating how the memory from so long ago played so clearly now. Harold and Marv were very different, yet how they made her feel was so much the same.

Her head jerked. She was about to doze off. She finished and headed back to bed. Marv wrapped her in a blanket of love with his arms. In a moment she was on the desert, wrapped in a blanket, wrapped in love, her man’s arms around her.

He laid her on the pad they had brought and tucked the blanket around her. He left her to attend to the fire and preparations for the night.

He never came back.

She woke with a start. It took a moment for her mind to grasp a sufficient strand of reality to know where she was. She heard the scritch of Marv’s feet on the carpet as he came around the end of the bed and she lifted the covers to help him crawl in.

“I assumed that was your side of the bed,” she said as he snuggled in.

“Yeah, that’s how I slept with Connie. I just never changed, even though I have to go around the bed to get to the bathroom. I wonder if that’s how it is for most couples. I take it this is how you slept with Harold.”

“My body has a memory that was rekindled tonight. I woke up feeling secure, more complete, really. For a moment it seemed I was at home with Harold beside me. Not that either, not Harold, but the essence of being comforted, of being safe and loved. It was a good feeling I’ve not had since Harold died.”

Most of that was true.

She felt the joy she had once felt. She was also feeling an ache of loneliness, of loss. It would take time for her body to forget one love and love another.

She teetered on the brink of bursting into tears, when a hand pulled her back from the abyss, pulling her toward love, toward caring. She let herself be saved. His lips were on hers. She opened her mouth and he caressed her tongue with his.

Her body was learning this kiss, these hands and the sensation of her breasts pressed into the hair on his chest. She laid herself full against him, her mons against his thigh, her legs opened around his leg.

“You complete me. My life is so much bigger than it was. My cock, too.”

Mr One-Track, without a doubt.

“Huí, Marv. You do have a nice one down there. And I’m very happy to share your life. This is going to be a great ride.”

New love had found her. She knew her body would rediscover the contours and comfort of that love. She yawned, gave Marv a warm smooch, then rolled to her side. She wiggled back, fitting her bottom into the curve of his body. His arm over her, she drifted into slumber with the certainty of his maleness at her cleft.

Marv was fidgeting as she woke, the cheeks of her bottom barely touching his, the hirsute coat on his skin like a thin blanket between them. She gently bumped him to let him know she was awake.

“What time is it?” she mumbled, surrounded by morning fog. Marv rolled her way and scooped her into his arms.

“Five-thirty… central,” he breathed in her ear, his manhood laid against her.

“You’re all up early,” she said, rocking her bottom into his maleness. “Do morning P, while I’m still half asleep,” she said, relaxing into the mattress. How could he say no?

Marv rolled to flow some lube onto his shaft. In a moment his head explored her cleft and he slipped in. She’d never done morning P with Harold. This was uniquely theirs.

He moved slowly, with shallow strokes to let her savor the languid luxury of their indulgent love-making. There was no need to hasten toward climax or strive to delay it. Their bodies were sharing sex, their communication in whispers of delight, not shouts of lust. He moved shallow, then deep, changing the places he touched within her.

His hand wandered upward and she lifted her arms to make way for his caress. He fondled her breasts, one at a time, then both together. His touch was tender and doting, softly massaging with his whole hand, brushing her nipples with his fingertips.

He moved his attention downward.

A low moan escaped her lips as she focused on the motion of his verga, his hand curved deeply around her vulva. Each cycle of his movement gave her more energy, more awareness, until she was moving in counterpoint, her breath following her rhythm, becoming hoarse and vocal as she moaned her pleasure into the pillow.

“Fuck me, Baby. Fuck me.” The pleasures in her body and the thoughts in her mind united to become the voice in her throat, calling out her passion. Marv answered the call with exuberance, moving faster until she could take no more and her climax filled her.

She inhaled deeply and stretched, her vag rhythmically squeezing Marv’s shaft. He held still until her body absorbed the full measure of her orgasm.

Then it was his turn. She relinquished her body to his desire as he pulled her close to fold her bottom onto his manhood. He resumed his motion, but slowly, with deep strokes, each passing through her exquisitely sensitive grotto, ending with his groin landing firmly against her bottom.

His pace increased as his passion grew, lifting her to another crescendo of passion. He breathed in cadence with his motion until he tensed, buried deep, his manhood pulsing with his climax.

She celebrated with him as a second climax consumed her. More intense than the last, the pleasure of her release spread to the farthest reaches of her body, enlivening and invigorating every fiber. She stretched again as Marv became still, his hand sweeping over her womanhood and up to her breasts, channeling her energy.

Twisting in his embrace, she pushed him onto his back and laid full on top of him, her cheek on his shoulder.

“I love morning P. You are such a stud. You on the magic penis pills?” With fucking like this I won’t last three days.

“Yeah. It feels so good to be able to get it up any time I want you.”

Her body was alive and awake and refreshed from the massage, the sleep and the sex. She kissed him deeply in a celebration of love and lust.

“When will the coffee be ready, my studly man?” she asked as she propped herself on her hands over him. He grinned and—smack—landed both hands on the cheeks of her bottom. The shock of it sent a convulsion through her and every nerve shorted out. Her eyes flew open, she inhaled and an explosion of anger flared within her.

“In a minute, minx. Keep your panties on… No, wait, keep them off,” he said, as a sprite of naughty dashed across his face. “Damn, I love your ass.”

She hadn’t asked to get spanked, and she wasn’t sure if that was how she wanted to be treated. “Ombers, Marv, that ass ain’t quite used to getting spanked, so be gentle or the lady might misunderstand.”

“I’m sorry.” The naughty was replaced by at least a hint of contrition. “I don’t mean to take liberties. I’m not trying to hurt you. Y’know it’s in fun, but sexy, sexy, kinky fun.”

He grinned and she found it impossible to stay angry even though boundaries needed to be set. She wriggled so her nipples brushed through the tangle of hair on his chest.

“Ok, big boy. Liberties may be taken, but turnabout will be fair play so you had better be ready. And I don’t want to get spanked every time I walk by you. A little goes a long way, so let’s keep most of the kinky for the times when we can fuck ourselves silly with it, okay?”

“Done deal.” Marv looked relieved. She could see the celebration on the inside shining through his eyes. “Please, do leave the panties off. I don’t think you have to worry much about privacy, we’re tucked back away from the neighbors and the street. The heat should be up by now so less is definitely more.”

“So the most I can do is nothing at all?” She flashed an air-kiss and bounced off the bed. Morning light seeped into the room through the blinds as she opened them enough to see out. Pine trees and cedars rose to the sky, looking ready to shake off their dull-green winter coats. The bare branches of oak and elm held buds waiting for the spring. The sun was painting the sky in strokes of magenta and pink while the shrubs and grasses rested under a blanket of snow for a while longer.

Spring was on its way, the promise of life renewed, but still hidden. She had faith it would arrive, just as new life had arrived for her. As she watched, the sun crested the horizon between the trees and sent its long, yellow fingers through the landscape to touch the snow.

It was magical watching the sunrise until a shiver danced over her skin to remind her it was not the sunny Caribbean or even Santa Fe and she needed a covering to ward off the chill. Marv had been rustling around a few moments ago, now noises came from the kitchen as she made the bed and opened her big bag. In a few minutes she had sorted her things into stacks and found the leg warmers and an oversized T-shirt she often wore around the house. She felt much more snuggly as Marv popped back into the bedroom, practicing his own minimal philosophy in apparel with a stretchy T-shirt and nothing more.

She turned to him and smiled, lifting her arms over her head. The hem of her shirt crawled up to her belly. The tops of the warmers stopped short of her crotch. What was left exposed not only captured Marv’s gaze but twisted his mind around the idea she was bare down there just for him.

Maybe too much twisting.

She dropped her arms and went to him. “Baby, take a breath and come back to earth. You can have heaven any time you want, but you must be alive to enjoy it.” She put her hand full on his chest and lifted herself to kiss him.

“Nice shirt,” he said with a chuckle.

“A friend of mine was trying out a new fabric printer so she made a couple of these. She wanted it to look like O’Keeffe’s Red Canna. I will have to tell her how much you loved it. Can I say it stopped you dead in your tracks?” she asked, returning to her task.

“Without a doubt. That was the most incredible event this bedroom has ever seen, except for last night. It’s still smiling.”

“How about this?” She turned her back to him. Shuffling her legs apart, she bent deeply. She looked back at him with a smirk. Playing naughty with him was like bouncing a balloon on a string. He came to her and wiggled his snoozing verga into the cleft of her bottom. What fun. She wiggled back, then she stood and turned to him.

“Someone needs his rest. I need just a few more minutes to sort this out then I’ll come for breakfast.” It took her a moment to realize what she had said. “I mean, I’ll be present in your kitchen. Did you prepare breakfast?”

“You’ll experience my ‘love omelet’, filled with passion and pleasure, excitement and joy. And my Velvet Moon coffee. Don’t be late.” He kissed her and held her close. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. Let’s save something for later,” she said. She wiggled out of his arms and gave him a push. “My vag needs some time off.”

She put her stacks of clothes in the dresser and zipped up her bag. Then, she left it on the bed with the surprise for Marv inside.

Marv was bending over to pull the omelette from the oven as she stepped from the hall into the kitchen.

Ombers! That’s a nice package of a man. She stopped to savor the sight.

“Huí, Baby, remember the first day we met when you bent over to pick up that deck chaise? Your legs opened up and I could see everything hanging there all full of potential. Every bit of my woman’s body wanted to jump up and fuck with that thing. I’m glad my wish came true.”

He bobbled the pan, barely recovering without tragedy.

Marv’s tight black T-shirt stopped well short of concealing the goods. While his verga, fully inspired, was as glorious as she remembered, he was certainly much more diminutive here in the cold. And his ’jónes? Up tight and outta sight. Who cares? Watching the transformation would be even more engrossing.

Soon, she discovered the problem with shirts that stop too soon and leggings that start too late when the bare patch in between got a shock as she dropped her bottom on one of the stools at the counter. She bounced a couple of times before settling in as Marv turned to her with a smile.

The chill had made her nipples tighten into perky buttons under her shirt, attracting his gaze like flashing beacons. She was about to bring him back to reality, waving hot things around as he was, but the toast popped and she didn’t have to trouble.

He cut the omelet in half and slipped one part onto each of their plates. He grabbed the toast, dropped one slice on each plate, and pushed the butter and jam her way. She was fascinated by the little show in front of her, watching Marv move efficiently in his element.

Harold had helped in the kitchen, but it was only help. She was in charge of the kitchen since she spent more time there dealing with the children and her part of the division of labor. Now, things were different. She looked forward to working with Marv on the other side of the counter but had no qualms about simply watching.

“Listen, big guy. You’re a model of efficiency, but I can’t eat all this. We’ll have to contract a freight train to take me out of here,” she said. She separated half of what she had and slid it onto his plate. “Here.”

Marv looked at her. His eyes were not only seeing her; they were taking her in, embracing her. He stood taller and smiled, then walked around the counter and stopped to kiss her on the neck. She jumped, his kiss amplified by the toast popping up again. Marv chuckled, “I’ll probably say this too many times, but I’m so glad you’re here. Feeding you is what this body was meant to do, and it feels good in ways I can’t even describe.”

“You did a wonderful job. Your ’love omelet’ is world class,” she said.

She had worked so hard to be able to satisfy her needs on her own. Did she want to be fed? Cared for? Indulged?

One thing she knew with certainty was that she did not want to be given what she needed. Rather, she wanted to share in the endeavor of providing it, to work together, to share the responsibility… to share the joy, as well.

But it was so sumptuous to be pampered.

For a time.