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Cabin Fever

Getting lost in the woods has its perks.
Zachary Kindholder looked up, hearing loud, dull thumping. For a moment, he didn't remember where he was - his mind was still on the half-filled page before him, in Halstead Manor - but when the thumping sounded again, he turned in his chair and looked at the door.

“What in the hell…?” he muttered, standing from his typewriter. He crossed the room, angry that someone had managed to find him. He had gone through such pains to make sure he would not be bothered.

He peered out of the small window next to the door and frowned. He had not realized it was still raining. The warmth that his large fireplace produced drove out the chill of the encroaching autumn weather and unless he ventured near a window - something he rarely did while in the midst of writing - he rarely had a clue as to what the sky might be dropping upon his little cabin.

He looked to the right towards the door. There was a young woman there, he guessed around eighteen or nineteen years of age. She had a small backpack strapped to her back along with a sleeping bag roll - both looking the worse for wear - but her attire was completely inappropriate for the pouring rain. She was hopping from one foot to the other, rubbing her bare arms.

Zachary sighed, knowing he could not just leave her out there. He unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door.

“Oh thank God,” the girl whispered. She was crying. “I was afraid this one was empty too.”

Zachary looked at her for a moment, silent until finally saying, “Come in. Get out of the rain.” He stepped aside, holding the door even wider for her.

“Thank you,” she said with a sniff and stepped inside onto the large hook rug that was in front of the door. “Do you have a phone? I’ve been lost for almost two days now.”

“Yes. Just a minute. I’ll get it for you. The bathroom is back that way.” He pointed down the hallway. “There are some towels under the sink.”

“Oh, thank you,” she said almost sobbing with gratitude. Zachary went to his desk as the girl rushed down the hallway.

Zachary opened his right hand drawer and rummaged through it. He had brought his cell phone to the cabin but had not used it more than twice since he had arrived three weeks ago. He finally found it in the back of the drawer. Luckily, it still had a charge.

A few minutes later, the girl emerged from the bathroom. She was dryer than she had been but still looked soaked. Her clothes clung to her, and she shivered.

“Here you go,” he said, handing her the phone. “The reception is acceptable out here.”


The girl took the phone and Zachary stepped away, returning to his desk, to give her some privacy. She turned away from him, dialing then put the phone to her ear. Zachary tried to continue typing as she talked but could not stop himself from listening.

“Hi. It’s me… yes, I’m fine. I found a cabin that someone was actually using… I’m not sure where I am, but I know I’m still in the same general area… When can you pick me up? What do you mean?”

Zachary continued to type, but it was only rubbish - random letters - waiting for her to break the silence. It took a very long time.

“I’m sorry you feel that way, Larry, but I’m stranded. You could at least…Who? I don’t… Larry!”

Zachary stopped typing and looked up when she yelled. She was staring at the phone as if she had never seen one before in her life. She glanced at Zachary, swallowed nervously, then switched off the phone.

“Um… where exactly are we?” she asked.

“If you’re thinking of walking to town, it’s ten miles away. We’re five miles from the nearest paved road.”

“I didn't see a car outside.”

“No,” he said. “I have someone bring me supplies every week. I don’t want a car here while I’m working.”

“You’re a writer,” she said, glancing at his typewriter.


“Well… that was the only person I know in this state, and he’s refusing to come get me. Do you know of anyone I could bum a ride off of?”

“This time of year I’m the only one out here I’m afraid. I can call my assistant and see if she can send someone.”

“I would really appreciate it. I don’t want to be a bother to you, and I would really like to get home so I can kill my ex-boyfriend.”

Zachary smiled, seeing that she was trying to break the tension. She could obviously tell that her presence was irksome to him.

“It’s no problem….”

“Oh! I’m sorry. I’m Sally. Sally Winters.”

“Nice to meet you, Sally. I’m Zachary.”

He turned on his phone and dialed, trying to ignore the expression of dawning realization on her face. He spoke to his assistant who agreed to send a cab out to the cabin to help his new friend. When Zachary turned off the phone, he looked at Sally who was now grinning.

“There’s a cab coming. It should be here in the next hour or so.”

“You’re Zachary Kindholder.”

“Yeah,” he said slowly, turning to place his phone back in the desk drawer. He thought better of it and put it in the desk charger instead.

“I’m very sorry to be bothering you. I know how much you value your privacy when you’re working.”

“It’s all right,” he said and was surprised to find that he genuinely meant it. “I was getting to the point where I’ve been with these characters for so long that all I want to do is murder them all in their sleep.”

“Don’t you usually do that anyway?”

He laughed. “I see you've read at least one of my books.”

She smiled. “ I've read them all.”

“Well… thank you.”

“Y-you actually still use a typewriter,” she said, looking at his ancient electric. “I thought that was just a publicity stunt.”

“No,” he said, looking at Wanda, his old Brother typewriter. He had named it years ago when he bought it second hand in a sleazy pawnshop and thought of it as nothing else. “I wrote my first best seller on this machine. I haven’t written with anything else since. It’s cost me a lot in repair bills, but she’s still plugging away.”

“Um… I know I’m already being a bother but… you wouldn't have anything to eat would you? The last time I ate was over thirty-six hours ago.”

“Oh goodness, I’m sorry. I’m a misanthrope on my best days, but when I’m up here, I’m practically a bear. Follow me and we’ll see what I have.”

* *

“So, Henrietta is thinking of killing her husband because she thinks he’s planning to kill her, but in reality he’s just planning a surprise birthday party?”


Zachary looked at Sally over the table and saw that she wanted to say something but was biting her tongue - almost literally.

“Go ahead,” he said. “Say it.”

“Well… the basic premise is okay, I suppose, but surprise birthday party? Wouldn't it be hard to make someone think you’re trying to kill them just because you’re trying to keep a party a secret?”

“Not if Henrietta is paranoid enough, and she is because of her father.”

“Ah, I see. Well…I don’t think the readers will see that coming.”

Zachary laughed and Sally smiled, looking relieved.

“Besides,” she continued, “I’m pretty sure you could take a one sentence premise and make it into a horror masterpiece.”

“No need to flatter,” he said. “I’m not going to charge you for the caviar.”

This time she laughed, covering her mouth. “Thank you for letting me try it. I’ve always wanted to.”

“I’ve never much cared for it,” he said, standing to put his plate in the sink. “My assistant is determined to make a cultured man out of me, but I’m just not going to suddenly take a liking to fish eggs.”

“I thought they were delicious,” Sally said, following him to the sink with her own plate.

“Then, please, take the rest with you when you go. I’ll tell Joanne that I ate them all. It’ll make her so happy.”

“No problem,” she said, turning on the faucet and grabbing the sponge from the windowsill.

“Hey, you don’t need to do that,” Zachary said quickly, reaching for the sponge.

“Uh-uh,” she said, holding it out of his reach. “It’s the least I can do. You took me in, fed me, and gave me some clothes. The clothes are way too big, but at least they’re dry.”

“But still -”

“Go on,” she said, shooing him away. “If you don’t mind, could you call Joanne and ask her when the cab said it would be here?”

Zachary looked at his watch and was shocked to see that it was already six. Sally had been there for three hours - two of them spent at the kitchen table just talking - and he had not even noticed.

“Jesus,” he said. “I bet it got lost.”

“Well, it wouldn't be the only thing to get lost today.”

“I’ll go call her now.”

Five minutes later, Zachary stepped back into the kitchen. Sally was drying the last plate. When she stretched to place it in the correct cupboard, Zachary’s eyes drifted toward her rear end, and he smiled. He shook his head and looked back up. “Talked to Joanne. She called the cab company. The driver did get lost. He returned to the station an hour ago but didn't bother to tell anyone.”

“That’s considerate,” Sally muttered. “Are they sending out another?”

“They can but there’s another option.”

“Hey, I’m in good shape but I don’t feel like walking ten miles, especially this close to dark.”

“No,” he said, smiling. “My assistant will be here tomorrow with my weekly supplies. You’re welcome to stay the night and ride back with her tomorrow. She said she’d take you anywhere you need to go, and she’s not going to get lost.”

“ Wouldn't I be imposing? I mean, this cabin looks small and you’re working.”

“Nah,” he said. “Like I said, this is my normal break time where I take a day or two off to gather my thoughts.”

“Well… only if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure,” he said with a smile.

* *

Zachary glanced across the small table, watching Sally as she studied her cards. He fought the smile trying to form at the sight of her serious demeanor. His eyes drifted again and moved to her long neck. She had tucked her short, dark hair behind ears that protruded slightly. He found himself wanting to touch her neck with his fingers and then move his lips all over her skin. He looked away and shifted in his seat. His cock twitched, and he took a few deep breaths to calm down. It was not easy. He had not been with a woman in months, Sally was a lovely girl, and he genuinely liked her.

“Ha!” she said suddenly, slamming a card down onto the table. “Beat that.”

He looked down at the cards she had spread out then muttered, “Shit. You did it again.”

“Told you. There’s no way to beat me at -”

“Yeah yeah, you told me,” he said with a fake growl, gathering all the cards again.

“You want to switch to something easier?” she asked, grinning at him. “Go Fish? Old Maid?”

“Don’t make fun of your elders,” he said, straightening the deck so that he could shuffle again.

“Elder,” she scoffed. “You’re only forty-five.”

“And you’re…what… twenty?”

“I’m twenty-five,” she said, raising her chin.

“Twenty-five, huh?” he said, shuffling. “Maybe Old Maid is appropriate, then.”

“Oh, you ass!” she yelled and swing her hand to slap him. He easily dodged it, laughing. “Oh,” she said, suddenly serious. He looked at her and then looked to his left, following her gaze. She was looking at the clock. “It’s already midnight. When does Joanne get here usually?”

“Around one o’clock in the afternoon.”

“Oh,” she said, relaxing slightly. “But still, I’m getting a bit sleepy. How about you?”

“I could sleep,” he said but felt a bit disappointed. He had not had such a good time in ages. “ I've already made up the bed for you.”

“I really wish -”

“ We've already discussed this,” he said, his tone firm. “I like this couch. I sleep on it all the time. You aren't kicking me out of my bed.”

“All right then,” she said in a defeated sigh. “But I’m making breakfast tomorrow morning, got it?”

“Sounds like a deal.”

“Well, good night, Zachary.”

“Good night, Sally.”

She stood, went to the bathroom, and then the bedroom. When he heard the soft click of the door, he went into the bathroom himself. He stood before the commode, unzipped his pants and pulled out the erection that had been bound in his jeans for the past five minutes. As quietly as he could, he masturbated. With his eyes closed, he imagined his hands were Sally’s, squeezing and stroking him. He let out a quiet but sharp “Ah!” when he came, but he didn't think it was loud enough for her hear.

He got out of his clothes and went to the couch clad in only a T-shirt and his boxers. He was asleep in five minutes.

* *

“NO! NO! Oh my God, please, get away from me! No!”

Zachary sat up on the couch, gasping. The fire had died down to glowing coals, and he could barely see anything. He looked around slowly but then snapped his head toward the back of the cabin when he heard the screaming again.

He stood and rushed to the back bedroom and without knocking burst into his bedroom and turned on the light.

Sally was sitting up now and finally awake. She was gasping and crying harshly, holding her hand to her neck.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

“I–I don’t know,” she said, shaky. “I just… I was just dreaming about last night. When I had to spend the night alone… in the woods.”

“Oh God,” he whispered. “I hadn't… I didn't even think about you having to stay out there alone all night.”

She took a deep breath again and looked up at him. “I didn't sleep until morning, really. There was… there was a wolf circling me all night. He was gone by dawn but, oh God, it scared me to death.”

She started crying again. Zachary looked at her, uncertain as to what to do. Finally, he walked to the bed and sat next to her, placing his hand on her shoulder. His eyes went wide when she turned to him and put both arms around him, crying onto his shoulder.

Unsure of himself, he slowly put his arms around her and ran his fingers through her hair. She cried for quite a while. Her tears soaked the shoulder of his T-shirt, but he didn't mind. Her body felt pleasant in his arms, and he was in no rush to leave her.

A few minutes after her tears finally ebbed away, she whispered, “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome,” he said and before thinking, he gently kissed her ear. Her arm moved from around him, and he pulled back to release her, but she tightened her other arm. He held her close again, just a bit tighter.

Her hand moved slowly over his chest, barely touching the material of his shirt. He gasped when he felt her lips at the base of his neck. When her tongue flicked against his sensitive skin, he had to do everything to contain his groan.

She gazed up at him when he pulled both legs up and lay down on the bed with her. She kissed him, and he pulled her body against his, gently grasping her rump. He did moan when her tongue nudged his lips, and her leg bent and then moved around him.

As they kissed, moving their hands over each other’s bodies, Zachary’s head buzzed with lust. His hand moved to her hip and slid under her T-shirt. She whimpered when his hand moved to the small of her back and touched her warm skin.

“Damn it,” he whispered, breaking their kiss. He tried to pull away, but she restrained him and tried to kiss him again. “No,” he said, avoiding her lips. “This can’t happen, Sally.”

“Why? Aren't you attracted to me?”

“Can’t you feel how attracted I am to you?” he said in a low voice, pressing his pelvis against hers.

“Oh yes,” she said and smiled, closing her eyes.

“You’re too young and -”

“I am not,” she said, opening her eyes. He could see a bit of anger there. “I may look twenty, but I’m not. And I’m no inexperienced little girl looking for some love from a father figure.”

“Sally -”

“I want you, Zachary,” she whispered. “I have since thirty minutes after I walked in your door.”

“Why?” he asked and could hear the perplexity in his own voice.

“Oh, you must be joking,” she said, smiling again. She pulled as close to him as she could and whispered, “You are very sexy. You’re handsome, you’re intelligent, you’re kind to strangers in need.”

“Yes, and I don’t take advantage of them. I’m not looking for payment.”

“Don’t be angry,” she said and put a finger to his lips. “I’m not paying you. I’m attracted to you, and you’re attracted to me. We’re both responsible adults and chances are we may never see each other again. After that dream I just had, I know I’m not sleeping anymore tonight. I want you to keep me company.”

Her finger left his lips, replaced with her mouth as she worked her hand down between them. He broke their kiss when her hand moved between his legs. His closed his eyes and groaned when her hand slid inside the flap of his boxers and wrapped around his cock.

“Sally,” he rasped. “Oh God.”

“That’s right,” she whispered. He peeped open his eyes and saw that she was smiling widely. “You have a great cock, Zachary,” she said. “Can I play with it? Please?”

“It’s yours,” he said then gasped when she quite suddenly squeezed him.

His eyes opened completely when she pulled her hand away and sat up. He leaned on his elbows and watched as she propped herself up on her knees and pulled her T-shirt over her head. His eyes fell to her breasts and he smiled as they jiggled when freed of clothing.

He reached forward, moved his hand to the small of her back again, and pulled her toward him. She moved over him, straddling his body, and lowering her torso as he guided her left breast to his mouth.

Her gasps were sharp as his tongue explored her nipple and her moans were deep when his lips folded over it and sucked. He moved his free hand over her other breast, squeezed, and then made small circles with his palm.

“Zachary, Zachary,” she whispered desperately. “Yes,” she cried out when his lips and hand traded places. Her hips rotated against his stomach, and heat emanated from between her legs.

She cried out again, but this time with a laugh, when he quite suddenly wrapped both arms around her and rolled her to her back, burying his face between her breasts. She wrapped her arms around his head and giggled as he rubbed his cheeks against her mounds.

He lifted his head and kissed her, pressing his tongue into her mouth. She kissed him eagerly, clutching at his back. She tugged at the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up. He pulled away from her lips only long enough to discard his shirt but then returned to her mouth, wrapping both arms around her. She moaned as he pressed his chest against hers, and she bent both legs around him.

He kissed her cheek and then proceeded to kiss downward. He buried his face in her neck and caressed her skin with his teeth and tongue as he had fantasized just hours before and he was gratified by her sighs.

“You’re a beautiful woman, Sally,” he whispered into her ear. She groaned in response as he delicately probed that ear with his tongue.

He inched down her body, pausing at her breasts to run his hand over both, gently squeezing. He continued his trek, marking his passage with caresses from his lips and tongue. Her stomach trembled as he kissed her belly.

He pulled her panties off, smelling her arousal. He threw her panties to the floor and moved his head between her legs, pushing them wide. Her whines were wanting, and he caressed the inside of her thighs, planting light kisses against her flesh. She gasped when he slid two fingers inside of her.

“My, you’re awful warm down here,” he whispered.

“Uh-huh,” she said weakly then whispered, “Oh please, yes, yes.”

She cried out sharply when he pressed his tongue between her pussy lips. Her cries continued when he found her clit and sucked. He grasped her hip, trying to hold her still while he thrust his fingers in and out of her. He slipped his tongue over her clit roughly a few times, and then he sucked again.

Sally never stopped her cries as his mouth, tongue and fingers sucked, caressed and probed her. When she finally came, he had four fingers inside of her. He sucked her clit hard while his tongue moved over it. After her scream, he finally let up and kissed her inner thigh again, and then her hipbone, and finally her belly.

“I’m going to go clean up a bit,” he whispered against her skin, then probed her belly button. “I can get kind of messy when I’m licking a woman. When I get back I’m going to make love to you until dawn.”

She was still gasping but she moaned in response, and it was definitely an affirmative.

When he stepped back into the room minutes later, the lights were off except for the lava lamp he had on the table next to the bed. The wax was not bubbling yet but the light gave off a soft blue glow. Sally was on her back, her arms stretched above her head. The blue light shimmered off her body, and he moaned at the sight of her.

“Come here,” she whispered, glancing down at his erection. “I want you… now.”

He walked to the bed and she lowered one of her arms. He hadn’t seen it before, but he now saw the condom wrapper in her hand. He bent to join her on the bed but she whispered, “Wait,” and grasped his hip.

He stood back up and watched her as she leaned toward him. His lips parted when her tongue cradled the head of his cock. He closed his eyes and groaned when her lips moved over him and she began to move down his length, rolling her tongue around his shaft. He placed both of his hands onto her head and tangled his fingers in her short hair, gently pulling her forward.

He opened his eyes when she pulled back and he released her head. He watched as she opened the condom wrapper and placed the condom on his cock. As her fingers slowly slid it down his length, she leaned forward again.

He cried out loudly when she suddenly licked at his balls and then sucked one into her mouth. “Oh God,” he whispered, when she let his ball fall from her lips.

She stretched herself out once again. “Take me,” she whispered. “Now.”

He moved over her. He grasped her head and kissed her. He found her pussy with his cock and pushed into her. She moaned around his tongue and her hands clutched at his back.

“Oh God, Sally,” he said with his thrust.

She moved her legs about him and squeezed, raising her hips in time with his thrusts. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, Zachary, fuck me. Oh God, do it. Do it!”

He moved faster. He propped himself up on his elbows and glanced down to watch his cock slicing into her repeatedly. Her warm flesh enfolded him, and his balls swung with each thrust.

He looked up at her face. Her head thrashed, and her cries were relentless. Suddenly, she yelled and her body bowed upwards. He had never had a woman come during intercourse before, and it nearly sent him over the edge, but he held back and continued to drive himself into her.

When he finally did come, his yells were loud and harsh and sweat trickled down his back. He slowly stopped and settled his body on top of her. She caressed his back, occasionally tightening her grip around him.

“That was wonderful,” she said in a near purr.

He began laughing and she joined him.

“That wasn’t wonderful,” he said, lifting his head. “That was fucking astounding.”

Her legs finally fell to the bed when he kissed her sweetly. They both moaned when his cock slid out of her.

“Don’t worry,” he said, breaking their kiss. “If you want, it’ll get hard again. Real soon.”

“I want,” she whispered.

“Let’s get under the covers,” he said. “I don’t know about you, but I’m getting a bit chilly.”

“All right,” she said, almost in a whisper.

Zachary stood and helped her get back into bed. After a few minutes in the bathroom, he slid in next to her and pulled her close to him, pressing his stomach against her back. She slid her hands over his and intertwined their fingers.

“So, who is this Larry?” Zachary said softly against her ear.

Sally groaned, but he could hear the smile beneath it. “Let’s just say Larry is not one of my proudest moments.”

“You said he was the only person you knew in this state. What did you mean by that?”

“I’m not from New England,” she said. “I’m from Florida. I met Larry through a mutual friend - a girl I know from college. A girl I may disown after this fiasco. Larry and I met over summer vacation, had a few laughs, and way too many drinks. He asked me to visit him over the Labor Day holidays, so I did.”

“Why did the son-of-a-bitch leave you stranded in the woods?” Zachary was a little surprised at the anger in his own voice.

Sally seemed nonplussed by it. “Turns out he’s a psycho, is all,” she said with a sigh. “On the way into the park, we talked to a ranger. Larry was too quiet while we were setting up but after an hour, he seemed fine. But that night after we… fooled around for a while, he suddenly just went nuts and started calling me a cheating whore. I had no idea what he was talking about. Turns out, since I had spoken a few words to the park ranger, I had cheated on Larry.”

“He didn't hurt you, did he?”

“Oh no,” she said, shaking her head. “Larry was all words. After the fight, I took my sleeping bag outside and slept on the ground and away from him.” She paused for a second then continued. “Unfortunately, I’m a heavy sleeper, and I had moved too far away. When I woke up, he was gone. The only things he left behind were what I had brought, which amounts to what I had when I showed up on your doorstep.”

“This Larry character better hope I never meet him. I’m usually all words myself, but I think I would make an exception for that prick.”

“Thanks,” Sally said, and rolled over to face him. Zachary put his arms back around her and pulled her close. “It’s nice to know there are still a few decent guys out there.”

“Well, you never know,” he said, smirking at her. “I might turn out to be just as psycho as ol’ Larry.”

Sally smiled but it was a sad one. “Well, it would fit my pattern. I’ve made a habit of meeting these wonderful guys who all turn out to be totally nutso.”

“Well, I am a nutso,” he said, smiling back at her. “But I usually work that out in my writing.”

“I want to stop talking now,” she whispered, moving her hand to his cheek. Her eyes fell to his lips. “I want you to kiss me.”

“I can do that,” he said, just as softly.

“And then, I want you to get hard for me.”

“Use your mouth on me and that will be no problem.”

Still smiling, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. Zachary parted her lips with his tongue, sliding his hand down until it was firmly grasping her behind, holding her hips against his own.

He relaxed his grip when she pulled back slightly, moving her mouth to his neck. He moaned deep in his throat as her tongue moved against his skin and her hand moved over his stomach, slowly moving down.

“Sally,” he whispered when her palm pressed firmly against his balls and then cupped them both. Her lips were now on his stomach, which trembled with anticipation.

Pushing the sheets down, Sally asked Zachary to sit up against the headboard. He quickly obeyed. Sally placed herself between Zachary’s spread legs and lay down, wrapping her arms about his hips, placing her hands on his sides. Zachary kept his legs together enough so that he could feel the swells of her breasts against his inner thighs.

“Oh yes,” he whispered when she rubbed her cheeks against his fully erect cock. Just seeing her between his legs had caused all the blood to leave his brain and rush immediately south.

“I’m going to suck your cock, Zachary,” she said in a low voice. The low, desperate moan that escaped him almost embarrassed Zachary. She only smiled. “I take it that you would like that.”

“Yes,” he managed. “I would like that.”

“You have such a nice one,” she barely whispered, still rubbing her face against him. “When was the last time you had a woman in this position?”

“It’s been way too long,” he admitted.

“Then maybe you should be thanking Larry instead of threatening to beat him up.”

“Fine, I’ll punch him after I've thanked him. Please, Sally, you’re driving me nuts.”

She smiled seductively, and he fully expected her to make him wait even longer, but she simply grasped his cock and moved her mouth over his cock-head, sliding downward as far as she could, moaning all the way.

“Fuck yes!” he cried, unable to help himself. Her tongue swirled about him frantically and she sucked so hard he was afraid he was going to pass out. However, almost as quickly as she’d started, she pulled back and began to make love to his cock with her lips, tongue and hands at a leisurely pace.

He watched her as she ran her tongue under the head of his cock, and then up and down his shaft. Her hand moved up and down continuously but slowly and every few seconds, she would bob on him, sucking gently.

Zachary wanted to let her continue. He wanted to come in her mouth, feel her throat contract around him, but he wanted to please her as well. He wanted this night to go on forever but barring that, he wanted to keep her happy so that it would go on for as long as possible.

“Sally,” he rasped. “I’m as hard as I’m going to get. If you want to fuck, you should stop doing that now, or I’m not going to be any good to you much longer.”

She did pull away, but she planted a few last kisses along his shaft. He watched her crawl up his body, straddle his hips and slowly slide down his length, taking every inch of him inside of her.

She grasped the headboard behind him and began moving in his lap slowly, gyrating her hips.

“Kiss my breasts,” she whispered. “Please, Zachary.”

He leaned forward and snaked his tongue about her nipple. He moved his hand onto the same breast and squeezed gently as he sucked, rubbing his tongue against her.

“Oh my God, Zachary,” she whispered. “Oh yes, lover, yes. Oh God, I’m going to come. Touch my other nipple, please, just…”

She trailed off when his lips met her other breast, continuing to rub her first with his fingers. She gyrated in his lap a bit faster and her breathing grew harsh.

“Here it is,” she suddenly cried, throwing her head back. “Oh my God. Zachary, oh God, yes! Yes!”

She gasped harshly and let out one final cry that was loud and deep in her throat. She bucked in his lap a few more times, her body shuddering and then she fell forward against him, limp and apparently satiated.

“Oh Zachary,” she barely breathed. “That was… that was the most intense… oh my God.”

“I’m still hard,” he whispered.

“Do what you want with me,” she rasped. “I’m yours.”

“I’m almost there,” he whispered. “And I’m not wearing a condom.”

“Oh fuck,” she said, suddenly sounding a bit scared.

“I won’t come in you,” he said, smiling. “But I would love to come on you.”

She pushed away from him, and he was afraid he had offended or disgusted her. She simply moved out of his lap and lay back on his bed, running her hands over her own breasts. She motioned him toward her with one finger, and he immediately got on all fours over her.

He reached down to grasp his own cock but her hand was faster. She quickly stroked him.

“Faster,” he ordered. “As fast as you can.”

She obeyed and in less than a minute he was breathing harshly, his arms were shaking and when he finally came, exploding with a harsh yell, she moaned right along with him. He opened his eyes. She was watching his cock as it streamed, covering her stomach with his juices.

When he could breathe he whispered, “Thank you.”

“My pleasure,” she smiled. “And I mean that.”

He smiled back, still breathing hard and before he could even think about it he said, “Stay with me.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, suddenly serious.

He moved next to her and lay down, groaning slightly as his arms were finally able to rest. “I mean, for the next few days I won’t be writing, and I would love it if you stayed here with me.”

“Well, I don’t have to be back in Florida until next Monday. But my plane ticket -”

“I’ll get you to where you need to go. That is, if you would like to stay with me.”

“I think I would,” she said with a smile.

“You are an impetuous one,” he said, but couldn't help the wide grin that covered his face. “It’s going to get you into trouble one of these days.”

“It already has, remember?” she said, laughing.

“I’ll call Joanne first thing in the morning and tell her to bring some more supplies, get you some clothes.”

“I had thought there wouldn't be much need for clothes.”

“If you keep talking like that I’m going to fall in love you with, woman.”

She laughed at this and then said, “I like pancakes for breakfast. Do you have that here?”

“If I don’t, I’ll have Joanne bring it.”

“Okay then,” Sally said.

“Okay then,” he echoed.

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