Crawl in Bed With AT Weaver

Crawling Into Bed With
A T Weaver
And a Good Book
 Catriona’s Curse
Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
 Cotton – better snuggle a little closer, it’s a very small bed
What are you wearing?
 A-h-h-h – don’t tell my grandkids, but nothing.

What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
 Chocolate covered strawberries and wine. The wine was made by a friend of mine.

If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
 It’s never closed. The handle of my ‘lotion on my back’ applicator keeps it open. Oh, and there’s a little toy we don’t talk about.
Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?
 Depends on how hot I am.
Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
What are we reading? (include your cover art, buy links & excerpt)

(Written in first person – Sunny Nelson speaking.)

We looked into each other’s eyes. I couldn’t wait any longer. I took Jeff’s hand and led him up the stairs to my room. My room was the first one finished. Three walls were painted a soft green which complimented the fourth wall, a wallpapered mural of a forest. It was almost like being in the orchard clearing. An ivory spread covered the bed, its fringe just barely touching the dark-green, thick-piled carpet. The chests and dresser were solid walnut. Two comfortable chairs in ivory and green stripes faced the fireplace. I walked over and lit the waiting fire. The flames cast a strange light off the big-screen television mounted above the mantle. The smell of vanilla incense burning in the bathroom filled the room. We set our glasses on a stand next to the bed and I pulled Jeff into my arms. He trembled as our lips met.
“What’s the matter, Babe? You aren’t nervous are you?”
He smiled weakly. “Just apprehensive and anxious.”
I reached up and stroked his check. Having his skin under my fingers felt good. I’d missed it more than I realized. “Me too. I’ve missed having you here so much.”
I unbuttoned his shirt as he fumbled with mine. When the shirts were out of the way, I ran my fingers through the hair on his chest as we kissed. As I pulled him down on top of me, the new fan I’d installed to replace the old one started rotating. We finished undressing each other between kisses. His tongue slipped into my mouth. Nothing ever tasted so sweet. Our breathing became heavy as our hands caressed each other. I reached over to the nightstand and found the lube and condoms I placed there earlier. As I entered him, I felt a joy I’d never experienced. This was who I was destined to love. Maybe some being or force other than myself decided it; I didn’t care. This was Heaven. I’d found my soulmate.
* * *
Afterwards, we lay in each other’s arms, spent and fully satisfied. The fan no longer rotated.
I jumped up from the bed, “I’ll be right back, Babe.”
I went into the bathroom and started the water in the Jacuzzi. I poured some bubbling Vanilla-scented oil into it, and lit several candles I placed on the ledge behind the tub. I went back to Jeff, filled our wine glasses, and said, “Come on, Babe. I didn’t want to try out the Jacuzzi without you. Let’s break it in together.”
He followed me into the bathroom. As I got into the tub and motioned for him to follow, I explained vanilla was one of the scents of Imbolc and the colors of the candles, white, for the returning light, red, for passion, and light green, for new spring growth, were the colors associated with Imbolc. He sat with his back leaning against me. The water jets bubbled around us. I stroked his chest and kissed the back of his neck. He rose up, turned to face me, and straddled me. As he started to lower himself, I said, “Hold it, Babe. I don’t have a condom in here.”
He sat down on my legs and pressed his fingers against my lips. “We talked about this before. I know I’m negative and I know you tested again before we left California, what were the results?”
“It was negative.”
He skimmed some of the oil from the top of the water and rubbed it onto my cock. “If we’re going to be in a committed relationship built on trust and love, we don’t need them.” He rose up onto his knees and closed his eyes. As he took a deep breath in through his open mouth, he lowered himself onto my slick, anxious shaft. His breath came out in a moan of pleasure.
We got out of the tub, dried each other and went back to the bedroom. It was my turn to feel his uncovered cock inside my ass. Afterward, we lay wrapped around each other and slept.
email: alixtheweaver@yahoo.com

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