"You, but before that, no," she admitted.

"I believe on our first date, I was in a gun fight, so I can't agree that it has been all that simple for us to get together."

She nodded against him and then kissed his left nipple. "No, it really hasn't been all that simple, has it? Have you thought that I might not be worth all this … all of this?"

"Not once. Not even once," he told her.

CHAPTER TWELVE

He untangled himself from her and then got under the covers and wrapped her back up, kissing her with deep passion. Then his hands began to explore her body and fondle her ass.

"Cole, are you trying to seduce me? Because it's working wonderfully if you are, but it would be an unforgivable tease if you aren't," she sighed with breathless moans as he suckled and pulled at her nipples.

He didn't answer, though she thought she felt a chuckle of pleasure thrum in his chest. Her breasts were hot and her nipples were painfully aroused by the time he began to kiss his way down her abs, going lower with each kiss. Was he going to…?

He did continue all the way down, between her thighs, which were now spread, and shaking with micro-vibrations of anticipation, wanting very much for his tongue to perform what no one has done for a very long time. It had been so long, she considered once taking on female clients just to get some head every once in a while, but couldn't visualize making the leap.

The heat and smoothness of his tongue on her arched her breasts to the ceiling and expelled a hot gasp of pleasure from her lungs. "Oh, sweet mercy, yes, oh yes please," she moaned and curled her fingers into the sheets, gripping them, as he explored her pussy with lavish attention. He wasn't bad. In fact, the sweet sensations radiating through her were telling her that he was very good, so very, very good.

When he came up to her clitoris, she was on the verge of enraptured adoration for him. When he focused all of his attention to her heated nub, she crossed that line with reckless abandon. Those first sweet, golden sensations soon beautified into eager yearnings and she ran her hands over her body, loving every moment of being a woman and having a body that was so responsive.

She was, of course, aware that her body attracted most men's attentions, which she would freely admit was a blessing of DNA and the lucky coalescence of cells. But having a body that generated such glowing wonder from those attentions was a gift from the Almighty and she gave praise again and again as yearnings evolved into urges and needs.

She knew that the more the body's arousal level refined, the more it hungered for greater levels of arousal. Those hungers, when Cole brought her to the breach of climax, were sweet, fully developed agonies, which clutched and curled her abs, forcing her hands to knead her breasts with fervent passion. She came to the mental and spiritual place of offering -- the climax's closeness compelling her to do whatever it took to keep him doing what he was so good at doing. "Yes, Cole, yes, please don't stop, please. I'll do anything you want, baby. Please. Oh shit, I'm going to come! Oh, please don't stop now. I'm fucking going to come!"

She promised him pleasure, servitude, and fulfillments only gods could claim, all with urgent assurances that she would not only perform these fantasies for him, but would love doing them. Not in so many words did she make these offerings, because during those moments her vocabulary seemed to be crippled, but she was sure the areas lacking in her words were being soundly communicated by the lustful, surging seductions of her body.

The climax came with a turning and twisting clash, throwing her from one direction to the other, and then lifting her only to throw her back down on the bed. Her hips twisted and thrust, as her heels dug into the bed, powered there by quivering legs.

Cole continued to arouse her clitoris to riotous, electric pulses that convulsed her with powerful drums of devastating release. When she began coming completely undone under his continued tongue, he wrapped his thick arm around her thigh and pressed her hips firmly to the bed, holding her there with his forearm, restraining her convulsing body so that she couldn't disturb his continuing efforts.

His goal, she felt, while in the midst of this orgasmic storm, was to sustain her agony and not let her come down. While such a thought during a bath moment or as a distracting fantasy would be very potent, the thought of actually enduring such treatment threw her swimming emotions in the direction of panic and trepidation.

"Oh, no, oh please. God, please. Let me down!"

Cole didn't let her down and his conservation the rhythm he preformed was astounding. Her pleas for mercy only seemed to urge him to continue. She was completely at the will of her orgasm now.

Her legs and arms and body all flung and clawed and did everything they could to break his rhythm, to stop the surging wave of electrocuting bliss. If the pleasure levels were removed, she realized, this would probably feel very much like being electrocuted. No other reference experience came to mind.

"Stop! Please, Cole! Oh God! I can't … I can't … I can't"

Breathe! She screamed in her head, not being able to get the word out pass her hard panting.

Cole finally let her down and her abs jumped and convulsed with aftershocks. Her hands were pulling at her hair, holding on to great clumps. Her chest heaved for air and expelled it as fast as she could take it in. After several moments of recovery, she said, "Dear God, Cole, I'm sorry. Whatever I did, I'm truly very sorry."

"Are you really?" he asked with a touch of doubt as he lay back down beside her.

She bit her lip. The afterglow raging inside of her was fucking amazing. "Well, sure. I mean, well, no not really."

"I didn't think so. And best not to pile lies on top of such heinous crimes," he smiled at her. “Time to get up, breakfast with Brian is nigh."

"Nigh? Did you just say nigh? Who the fuck talks like that?"

"My dad," he told her without hesitation.

"Oh," she said, "But, um, don't you want me to… well… treat you?"

"Not right now. That's all the monkey-sex we have time for. We slept too late. So, get up and showered or I'll spank you, and you don't want to see that."

"You aren't into spanking, are you?" she asked a little softly, clutching the blanket.

"Not sure. Never had the opportunity to find out. Are you going to force me to explore a new area of sexual interest?"

"No," she said, and started moving as fast as her ravaged body would allow. "I'm getting up. See? I'm moving. No worries. I'm heading for the shower. See?"

"Good," he said and followed her into the shower.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

She found Jacob's Diner to be cozy and the service was perfect. They rode here on the bikes and the morning air still held some chill from the night. She was glad she wore her jeans and boots yesterday, and that Cole tossed her the leather jacket he bought for her since hers was too thin and strictly for use as fashion, not protection.

She brought with them three hundred from her just-in-case stash bag, telling Cole that she needed at least a change of clothing and some basic necessities which they didn't have time to gather yesterday evening.

"Angie will take you for a full shopping trip, I'm sure, but yes, there's a super-store we can stop at on our way back to pick up what you need today. Just keep in mind the size of the saddle bag while you shop," he told her.