Passion in James County XII: The Widow
Chapter twenty-five
Things seemed strained between Gail and John when they returned to Greg's house. John was sure Gail was upset by what had happened, but he wasn't sure exactly what he could do to help her get over the trauma she'd just experienced. They stood in the kitchen, looking at each other.
John finally screwed up his courage and walked to where Gail was standing. She kept staring at him. She still looked frightened. When he put his hands on her shoulders, she sighed and cuddled against him. "Why do things like that have to happen?" she asked. "It's so hard to believe there really are people like those men."
"I don't have any easy explanations for that, honey," John said, "I've dealt with men like that most of my adult life and it's still hard for me to understand what makes them tick."
"But...but you saved Joanne and me from...from..." Gail stammered. "You...you were like a...a wild man in there. I...I thought you were going to kill that man."
John shrugged. "I...I guess I was kind of out of control," he admitted. "But when I realized you were in danger, I was more scared than I've ever been in my life. I'm really sorry that happened. I want to keep you safe and..."
She looked up at him. "I know you do," she whispered. "What happened, it wasn't your fault."
He nodded. "I know that," John responded. "But that doesn't make it any easier. You...you could have been..."
Gail's arms went around him and she pressed against him. "I know you care about me," she said. "You saved me. You aren't like those men. You won't hurt me. You couldn't."
Standing in the kitchen hugging, nice as it was, really wasn't what either of them wanted. John gently tipped Gail's head up with one hand and kissed her. He wasn't prepared for the intensity of feelings he experienced when his lips and Gail's joined. The kisses they'd shared earlier had been wonderful, but they were nothing compared to this! John felt like he was melting, and exploding, and being given electric shocks; all at the same time. His legs got wobbly and his heart started to pound.
Gail sagged against him when the kiss finally ended, hugging him, squeezing her breathtaking body against the erection that lurched and throbbed in his slacks.
"I have a feeling you want me, don't you, John?" she whispered.
"More than you could possibly know!" John said. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her up to their bedroom.
As they went, Gail nestled her head in his neck and her fingers ran through his hair. "This is what I need," she thought, "John will make love to me and make me forget the awful things that happened and those two horrid men."
When they reached the bedroom, John stood Gail on her feet and they kissed again. Once more, he discovered the wonder of stripping her clothes from her lovely body. Before long, they were lying naked on the bed.
The caress of Gail's bare, warm flesh against his was so extraordinarily pleasurable that a shudder went through John. For a second he feared he would come, just from snuggling against Gail's stupendous body. Somewhere he found enough strength to control himself and he began exploring the body he desired so much.
Softly, touching her as if she were super-fragile, John began stroking Gail's skin. She was so fine! Once more, as he caressed her, he gazed at her and was astounded by how lovely she was. Her breasts were flawless firm globes, tipped with rosy circles out of which grew thick, mouth-watering nipples. He took one rigid tip between his lips and lashed it with his tongue.
"Ohhhhhh, John!!!!! Goddddddddd!!!!!!" Gail groaned. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him tighter against her while he adored her chest with his lips for what seemed like an eternity. He kissed first one breast, then the other, then it's mate once again.
Gail groaned and mewled with joy, her body twisting and straining, her hands clawing at him. "So gooooodddd!!!! Oh, John, you're making me feel so gooooooddddd!!!!" she cried. "I love you!!! I love you!!!!"
"I love you, too, honey," John told her, then he continued to pay homage to her finely molded body. Her skin was soft as silk, and rippled as his hands and lips moved over it. He was determined to touch every inch of her, to know her as completely as possible, despite the fact that he was hard as a rock and about to explode any minute. This had to be perfect!
