Lee Stetson swore into the telephone and Amanda King pitied the
recipient on the other end.
"Fucking hell," Lee screamed. "You mean to tell me that Amanda and I
are stranded here, in the middle of bum," he felt Amanda's light
tapping on his shoulder, "well, in the middle of North Dakota,
seventy some miles from civilization and we can't get out of here
until WHEN?"
"Do you think that I care that the National Weather Service has
upgraded it from a winter storm warning to a full-scale blizzard? I
promised Amanda we'd be back in DC by the weekend."
"What, you think it's my fault that the battery in that rust-trap
they call a jeep up and bit the dust?"
Lee finally sighed as he listened to the elder voice of experience on
the other end. "No Billy, I'm sorry, I know this isn't your fault."
"Yes, just make sure you do a plausible excuse, you know how Mrs.
West is."
"We'll be fine, I'm sure. If nothing else, this place is loaded with
all the essentials."
"Yeah, yeah, sure. Bye."
Lee placed the telephone back into the cradle and turned to look at
Amanda.
"We're not getting home for the weekend?" she asked cautiously.
"No, Amanda, we're not," he told her regretfully.
Amanda frowned. "Jamie's photography display is Saturday night," she
said, her dark eyes clouding up with the mists of the tears that Lee
knew she was fighting to keep back.
He moved to her and placed a hand on her cheek. "I know, I'm sorry."
"He worked so hard and I promised," Amanda murmured.
"Hey, you know if there was any other way, I'd get you home," Lee
told her.
"I know you would," she sniffled.
"Even if I could get the jeep started, knowing that it isn't
dependable, I would never attempt a seventy mile drive back to town,
not knowing a storm is coming. We just don't have the time to outrun
this one; we just have to sit it out. They've upgraded the winter
storm warning to a blizzard."
"Oh my gosh, a blizzard," she frowned, then shrugged. "Just what I
was looking forward to, sitting out a blizzard in an Agency safe-
house a hundred miles from nowhere, in North Dakota."
Lee gave her a hopeful look. "Does it help that you get to spend it
with your partner, I understand he's handsome and available?"
Amanda moved to stand in front of him and she leaned up to kiss him
lightly.
"He best not be available, if he knows what's good for him."
Lee grinned. "Have I told you today how beautiful you are?"
"Charmer," she cooed as she snuggled into his chest.
Lee allowed her a few moments of peace, owing it to her after
delivering such crushing news. This was supposed to have been a milk
run of an assignment. Meet a contact, exchange of information, and
deliver contact into safekeeping.
The contact never showed at the safe house though and after nearly
twenty-four hours of waiting, Billy had contacted them to scrub the
assignment and return home. Four desperate hours later, after trying
unsuccessfully to start the jeep, which apparently was the only non-
high-tech apparatus in the seemingly innocent looking little cabin in
the middle of nowhere, Lee had had to contact Billy.
Their Section Chief had not been too pleased to find out that they
still had not met their escort in the little town nearly seventy
miles away. Isolated this safe house was, one of the reasons why it
had been chosen for this assignment. Now there was no way they could
beat the small window of opportunity that they had had and beat the
storm. There was nothing that they could do except wait it out.
Surprisingly, Lee had found himself fascinated with the cabin. From
the outside, it looked like a decent little hunting lodge, not much
different from any other hunting cabin. It appeared normal and he
smiled at that thought.
There was nothing normal about this cabin and there was nothing
normal about the woman that he would be spending the next several
days with. Both were fascinating and intriguing, in their own way.
Regretfully, he pulled away from their embrace.
"I know this place has a generator system, but I will feel much
better if I bring in some more wood, just in case."
"Okay," she sighed.
Truthfully, she had taken a look at the stockpile of wood on the back
porch. To her eye, it looked like enough to last until springtime.
But, she knew Lee. He was a man of action and right now, he needed
to feel as if he were doing something to ensure their safety. Let
him bring in more wood, if it made him feel better. There was, after
all, something to be said about doing hard work to keep one's brain
occupied.
*****
With darkness came the first waves of the storm. As the afternoon
sun had faded away and the gray clouds had begun to roll in, so had
the snow. At first, it had been innocent little flakes, swirling
about in the wind as if at play.
Now, with nothing but the back porch light to illuminate the
darkness, the snow fell heavier, coating the ground entirely. Lee's
anger had been finally put at bay, the physical exertion of chopping
and storing the wood on the back porch a good venting of his
frustrations. Sometimes one had to accept the cards that were dealt
but it did not mean he had to like it. He felt horrible that Amanda
was, once again, stuck in the midst of Agency business and having to
desert her family.
She handled it like a little trooper, very few complaints, a moment
of sorrow, and then she rebounded, like always. That was the
outside, he wondered how she really felt on the inside.
Deciding it was far too cold to stay out in the wind and snow, he
stowed away the tools in the shed on the back porch. Thankfully, it
had been designed as a screened in porch, complete with one of those
pull down vinyl covering that would also help keep the snow from
accumulating on the back porch and from the wood that was piled
neatly.
Scarecrow opened the door to enter the cabin and inhaled deeply.
Amanda had obviously been baking and it smelled wonderful.
"Hmm," he said, "something smells good."
Amanda emerged from the door that led to the only bedroom and bath in
the cabin.
"I figured you would be hungry," she told him with a happy smile.
"Seems we both found a way to vent our frustrations," he told her
knowingly and watched, as she blushed a little.
"Yeah, well there's no harm in some extra wood. They've actually got
a good set-up here."
"Indeed," she said knowingly.
"There's nearly a full tank of propane, enough food to feed even your
boys," he told her with a smile, " and there's you."
She blushed again at the warm compliment of his words.
"If you get out of that bulky winter coat, dinner's ready," she told
him in a warm voice.
"What did you make?" Lee asked as he shrugged out of his outerwear.
"Beef stew and muffins," she told him.
"Amanda, what did I do to deserve you?" he asked her.
Amanda smiled. "You asked me to walk with you."
"That I did, that I did."
*****
They ate dinner, Lee entertaining Amanda with amusing tales from his
younger days as an agent. They laughed and held hands and sometimes
just fell into the silence of two lovers just gazing at one another.
When it was evident that they were finished, Amanda spoke.
"If you clear away the table, I've got a surprise for you," she told
him.
"Oh?"
"Yeah," she replied with a twinkle in her eye.
Knowing that she was up to something that he'd fully enjoy, Lee
allowed her to slip away into the small bedroom.
He had just finished when she came to stand in the bedroom door,
wearing a bathrobe and a smile.
"I think I like it already," Lee told her.
She beckoned him with her hand and he eagerly followed.
While he had been busy, she had been too. The bathtub was full of
steaming water and bubbles, candles had been lit to enhance the mood
and a soft fragrant smell filled the room.
"I thought you might like to relax after all of your hard work this
afternoon," Amanda told him.
"I like the way you think," Lee told her. "But you worked hard too,
that dinner was excellent, madam."
Amanda smiled.
"Join me?" he asked her, as he gazed towards the tub.
"Maybe," she whispered.
Lee walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her tiny waist,
then kissed her softly.
"Maybe there's something to be said about not having anywhere to go?"
There was a soft sexy tone in his voice, a tone that warmed Amanda
more than any source of heat could.
"Maybe," she murmured as she felt his hands rub her back gently
before trailing down to the sash that wrapped around her waist.
Lee toyed with the sash, not quite ready to open it up and reveal his
treasure.
Amanda, however, had no such qualms. Her fingers moved to undo the
buttons on his shirt, not stopping until she had undone each and
every one of them. Then she tugged the garment from him, revealing
his bare chest.
"Well," Lee said. "Is that a hint?"
"Yes," her voice barely a soft whisper.
"We best not let the water get cold," he told her. With quick
movements, he undid his jeans, dropping them to the floor quickly.
Then he undid the sash of her robe, his warm fingers slowly pushing
the fabric away and down, until Amanda stood before wearing nothing
but her diamond heart pendant and a smile reserved only for him.
"You're beautiful," Lee told her as he leaned down to kiss her softly.
When they parted, he took her hand in his and led her to the tub. He
stepped into the water first, then held out his hand.
"Join me?" he asked.
She stepped in as well, eagerly anticipating what joys awaited them.
*****
They sat facing each other, knees tucked under their chins, and
blowing bubbles back and forth. Their laughter filled the air.
Then Lee decided to play dirty. Wriggling one toe, he tickled
Amanda's feet.
"Stop it," she squealed as she blew a palm full of bubbles at his
face.
"Make me," Lee demanded.
Again, the Scarecrow toe tickled her.
This time Amanda dipped her hand into the water and then brought it
back up, splashing water in his face.
"Oh, I see how you play, Amanda King."
The gleam in his hazel eyes warned Amanda that perhaps she had gone
too far.
"No!" she cried.
Quickly, Lee's hands grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to him, his
wet face against hers.
"That was not a nice thing to do," he told her.
Though his face had a very serious look on it, his eyes were
twinkling and Amanda found it very hard not to laugh aloud.
"No," she tried to reply solemnly.
"Do you know what little girls who get into trouble have to do, in
order to make up for their sins?" Lee asked her.
Amanda shook her head.
"This," Lee said, dropping his lips to hers and catching them in a
most delicious if not wet kiss. He did not stop at just the kiss, oh
no. Scarecrow's tongue parted her lips, slipping in and teasing her
mouth.
Amanda felt her world tilt as he pulled her close to him, his hands
threading their way through her dark hair and releasing it from the
ponytail. As his mouth played, his hands did too, fingers weaving
through the silky strands.
As they kissed, he maneuvered their bodies, until she had slid down
upon his manhood, taking him within completely.
"Am I making up for my sins?" she asked him breathlessly.
"More," he demanded while instigating the movement that both so
desired.
Together, they rocked in tandem, heedlessly splashing water,
oblivious to everything except the escalating feeling of complete
sensual ecstasy that awashed over them.
His groans and her sighs mingled with the splashes, increasing in
magnitude until they both climaxed, erotic cries of fulfillment that
peaked and then faded away.
Amanda rested her head upon his wet shoulder, completely at peace
within their little haven, satisfied, for the moment by the man that
she loved with all of her heart.
And the night was still young.
*****
Outside the cabin, the blizzard winds howled, sending a cold chill
through Amanda. Seeking the warmth, she snuggled her nude body
closer to Lee, luxuriating in his heat.
She shivered, but not necessarily from the cold and his arm tightened
against her in response.
"Cold?" he whispered against her neck.
"Yes," Amanda replied.
"Roll over," Lee growled.
Amanda did as she was instructed, coming face to face with Lee's
chest.
"I can think of ways to warm you up," he murmured.
For a moment, Amanda was silent.
Then, in the tone of a properly bred Southern belle, she spoke.
"Why, I do declare, Mr. Stetson, I should be most embarrassed at such
an indecent proposal."
Lee chuckled.
"My darling Amanda," he began but was hushed as her fingers pressed
against his lips.
"After all," she continued, "you have put me in the highly improper
position of tarnishing my honor."
Lee kissed her softly. "I promise you, your honor is safe with me."
Amanda wrapped her arms around his neck, running her fingers through
his soft hair.
"Is it, my dear Mr. Stetson? You have proceeded to take my body but
have neglected to yet establish a wedding date. That would be
considered must ungallant of you."
Lee fought to contain his laughter and then, in his best Rhett Butler
voice, he spoke to her.
"My dear, have you forgotten that we agreed to not agree upon
establishing a wedding date until after Christmas?"
"Oh," Amanda murmured.
Lee nodded. "I see that you have. What else have you forgotten?"
She shrugged. "I don't think I've forgotten anything, Scarecrow."
"Hmm, let me make sure of that. I want to touch you, make you scream
my name, and ensure that you never desire another man's touch but
mine, for the rest of your life."
With that, Lee Stetson dropped his mouth to hers and kissed her with
reckless abandon.
Once he knew that he had rendered her speechless, he moved to slide
down the bed.
With his hands, he parted her legs, then rested his right hand upon
her stomach while his left traveled to the intended destination. He
found her already damp, eagerly awaiting him. With his fingers, he
stroked and teased her, taking pleasure in the little sighs that
escaped her. Then he inserted one finger into her depths, intent on
increasing those little sighs into cries.
It did not take long to fulfill his mission and soon his beloved
Amanda was shuddering beneath his touch, writhing upon the bed in the
pleasure of orgasm.
Lee did not even allow her the full advantage of coming back down to
earth before he slid back up and straddled her, allowing his aroused
and hardened penis to rest just at the tip of her damp heat.
Teasing her, he stroked at the outer core, covering his erection with
her liquid. He took delight in watching her eyes, viewing the
ecstasy he brought to her through them.
He loved watching her, enjoyed making love to her.
Each stroke brought her closer yet again and still he did not enter
her.
"Lee," she pleaded, her hands gripping his forearms.
"Not yet," he told her.
Yes, oh yes, he did so enjoy torturing her like this, keeping her
just on the brink of fulfillment.
"God, Lee," she begged.
She was burning with desire for him; the need to have him buried
within her so deep she thought she would die. Never in her life had
she experienced such need as she had done with Lee. She had never
been as much in love with a man as she was with him.
"Please," she whimpered.
Knowing he could not take much more of the torture, he succumbed to
her bidding and plunged within, burying himself deep within her.
Her cry as he did so filled the room.
Amanda pulled his face down, to kiss him.
"I love you," she murmured in between her passionate kisses. "I need
you so much. Please, oh Lee, please."
"Easy, baby, easy," he told her as he slowly thrust within her.
Their two bodies danced in rhythm in the dark, rolling on the bed in
the throes of passion. The blankets and comforter were pushed away
as the fury of their lovemaking created a disaster of the bed.
Neither cared.
Slowly, the intensity built until it was like a raging fire.
She was aware of the power in his arms, supporting him as he leaned
over her. The smell of his masculine body mingled with the scent of
their lovemaking. His breath was hot against her neck as he nuzzled
and murmured endearments. His mouth was forceful as he claimed hers
repeatedly with kisses that scorched.
Her hands tangled in his hair, her soft body supple against his chest
as he moved, plunging and withdrawing. The smell of her perfume,
lightly floral tickled his nose and yet intoxicated him. She was a
drug that he craved like no other. Lee could feel her legs
tightening around him and just from the change in her whimpers, knew
that she was close.
Oh, so close.
"Manda," he growled her name against her ear, then lost himself in
the power of the dance.
Harder and faster, furiously he rode the blaze, sending her careening
and sobbing as she exploded beneath him, just moments before his own
powerful orgasm spilled his white hot ejaculation into her heated
depths.
Then they collapsed together, two slick bodies exhausted by their
coupling.
"God baby," Lee whispered as his hands pushed her damp hair away from
her face and she fought to regain some control over her breathing.
Amanda could not manage an intelligent syllable of any kind. She
simply closed her dark eyes and sighed.
Lee felt her legs slip away and he rolled off of her, then pulled her
against him, cradling her until she came back down to earth.
Then, as the heat of their union faded away and the cold winter air
found them, he got up and retrieved the bedding that had been
scattered aside. Hastily, he returned the bedding before slipping
underneath and joining Manda under the warmth.
She snuggled up to him, allowing him to wrap himself around her and
soon both lovers fell into an exhausted slumber, both content to
sleep, the desires assuaged, for the moment.
******
Lee enjoyed the peaceful morning, disturbed only by the muted sounds
of the howling blizzard winds that whipped the isolated cabin.
Silently he praised Mother Nature for her impeccable timing as he sat
on the edge of the bed watching Amanda sleep.
He had been wide-awake for nearly an hour and still he did not have
the heart to awaken her. Lee knew Amanda's normal daily routine and
it was not in him to deny her the privilege of sleeping in, no matter
how much he wanted her, no matter how hard he was.
Just thinking about making love to her last night was enough to make
it hurt, she was so good. With Amanda, he had discovered joys he had
never known possible, a fulfillment of voids he had not even known
existed.
He smiled as he observed her, an image of beauty for his feasting
eyes. Oh yes, he was very hungry, like a preying animal, homing in
for the kill. His eyes drank her in.
She looked so peaceful, her head, nestled against the pillow, with
silky dark tresses tousled about from their night's adventures. Her
dark lashes rested upon her creamy skin, hiding the expressively dark
orbs that revealed more to him sometimes than mere words.
Her slender throat was exposed; a display of soft skin that begged to
be kissed and it took all that he could do not to act upon his
impulses. One hand was tossed out to the side while the other was
tucked sweetly under her cheek, like a slumbering child.
The bedding had slipped down and away, enough to gift him a peak of
her breasts while inviting him to come and discover her hidden
treasures.
Lee licked his lips. It was pure agony watching her and wrestling
with the thought of awakening her. Should he chance it or allow her
to rise upon her own? Would she hold it against him or would she
allow him to cradle her, permit him to make their bodies one?
One long moment passed.
Then another, like an eternity until Lee Stetson made up his mind.
*****
Moistness teased her skin, drawing Amanda from a beautiful dream.
When she opened her eyes, she found that reality was so, oh, so much
better than her dream.
Lee was slowly tracing his way down between the valley of her breasts
with his tongue. Breathing deeply, the smell of his unique masculine
scent, faint and mingled with something else threatened to drive her
senses wild.
His mouth covered one breast while he palmed the other with a hand.
Sensations spiraled through her as the two different pleasures he
bestowed upon her fully awakened her body to the morning.
Amanda nearly purred with satisfaction as Lee's tongue circled and
his mouth nipped lightly. She vaguely registered him sliding the
bedding down, revealing more of her nude body to the slightly chilly
air in the room. Amanda shivered in reaction and Lee instantly
stopped what he was doing.
His hazel eyes met hers and then he smiled.
"If you're chilled, I know a way to warm you," he hinted.
"Oh?"
Lee stood up, quickly shucked off his jeans, and haphazardly tossed
his tee shirt onto the floor. The he crawled under the covers with
Amanda, taking her into his arms and holding her close.
"Good morning," he said.
"Indeed," Amanda said with a smile.
Inspiration took Lee and he pulled the covers up over them.
"What are you doing?" Amanda giggled.
"Warming you up," he told her.
He proceeded to kiss her, working his way towards his goal while
shifting his body. Obviously, Amanda had become clued into his idea
and soon both were positioned just perfectly for Lee's intentions.
Hungry mouths and hands explored, teased, and stroked the flames of
passion that had only simmered through the night. Amanda's mouth
found him and she took him in, intent on giving him the same pleasure
that he had given her during the night. Her hands cupped him and
caressed him, slowly increasing the pressure within his shaft.
Lee's tongue also found a home and he entered her core, intent on
making her scream beneath the covers. Each became lost in the mutual
giving and receiving brought about with their actions.
In response to the increasing pleasure he was giving her, Amanda's
tongue and mouth responded equally.
Like a volcano on the verge of eruption, their climaxes steadily
coaxed, until Amanda shuddered beneath his ministrations. Scream she
did, while her mouth clamped tighter upon him until she registered he
was near. Barely was she able to pull away and then he came,
spilling upon her breasts instead of within her mouth.
Not that Amanda could complain. She could not do anything but try to
inhale. Her climax had been earth-shattering, totally consuming.
Coupled with the fact that she'd had her lover's penis filling her
mouth while underneath the covers didn't exactly assist the air flow.
Lee heard her deep inhalations and quickly surfaced from below, to
whip the covers away from her and pull her upright.
"Damn, if I didn't nearly make you pass out," he chuckled as he
tucked one hand under her chin and the other hand rested upon her
shoulder.
Taking another deep breath, Amanda didn't reply.
"Left her speechless, too," he added.
"I hate you," she murmured.
Lee could only laugh.
"You okay?" he asked.
"I will be, once the stars fade away," she told him.
Lee kissed her forehead gently.
"Maybe I should let you go back to sleep?"
"No," she told him. "But I could use a drink?"
Lee rapidly tended to her needs and once she had consumed most of the
glass of water and they had settled back against the headboard of the
bed, they snuggled in each other's embrace.
"I love you, Manda," Lee told her.
"And I love you," she replied.
For a moment, they were both quiet; then she broke the silence
between them.
"Lee?"
"Yeah?"
"Exactly what does one do during a blizzard?"
Lee looked into her dark eyes and smiled that charming, melt-them-
like-butter smile.
"Anything you want, my darling, anything you want."
*****
The remainder of their morning had been normal. Showers, followed by
a meal that served as both breakfast and lunch, had lead to them
cuddling on the couch with a comforter wrapped around them as they
sat and talked, listening to the storm outside.
It was peaceful, relaxing, and quite enjoyable. While they talked,
Lee would sneak sweet kisses in or caress Amanda's hand lovingly.
Sometimes they found themselves simply staring into one another's
eyes and then laugh at the silliness of it. Amanda had remarked that
they were acting like lovesick teenagers and Lee had agreed, adding
that it was the best thing they'd ever done as a partnership.
He felt Amanda mold herself closer to him, felt the slight change in
her body as she relaxed against him. Instinctively he moved to wrap
the comforter closer.
"Going back to sleep on me?" he murmured.
"Would you mind?"
"No, sweetheart. You see, the thing about being stranded in a
blizzard is that there are no regulations that you have to follow.
And, as senior agent, my rule is this. Amanda King does exactly what
she wants today."
She leaned her head to look at him, a soft smile on her face.
"I love you," she said simply.
Three little words and yet they were the best three words in the
English language to Lee.
"I love you," he replied back to her.
They snuggled closer and soon not only had Amanda drifted off to
sleep but so had Lee. The last though on his mind was napping now
would pay off later, for both of them, especially with what he had
planned for his lovely Amanda.
*****
Awakening in Lee Stetson's arms was a dream come true although it did
not happen regularly enough in Amanda's opinion. His light, steady
breathing told her that he was still asleep, so she remained still,
quite content where she was. They were still snuggled under the
comforter on the couch, their legs entangled. It was the location of
one of Lee's hands that made her smile, while they had slept he had
slipped it beneath her shirt. Now it cupped one breast lightly.
Despite the cold wintry winds that surrounded them with wind chill
factor temperatures, Amanda felt anything but cold. Perhaps the
intense warmth that she felt blanketed in was due to the man she
loved, right beside her, where he belonged.
Looking at his face, she could not help but smile. He had not
bothered to shave and she did not mind. She rather enjoyed what she
had termed the weekend Lee look. The day old growth added to his
charm and she could not help to trace his face with her fingers,
enjoying the texture. He twitched his nose in response to her touch.
Amanda lightly traced his lips with her finger; the very lips that
took liberties with her that could render her senseless and
speechless. She thought of their kisses, how he would start slow and
then part her own with his tongue, begging to dance with hers.
At that moment, she wanted him, desperately enough to awaken him.
But she wouldn't, not yet. Instead, she traced her hand down his
neck, slowly slipping her hand in between the buttons of his shirt
with one finger to feel the warmth of his chest. Her efforts were
rewarded with a small groan.
Taking things one step further, she began to undo his shirt, slowly,
until every button was undone. He had left his shirt hanging out to
begin with so that helped Amanda's cause. Her hand now had free
reign, to traverse his chest at will. Lightly she skimmed her
fingers against his flesh, drawing small patterns back and forth.
Then she raked her nails back up, to circle one nipple with just the
slightest amount of pressure.
In the next moment, he cupped her breast with more force and growled
in a sexy voice.
"Mrs. King, what do you think you're doing?"
"Nothing," she replied innocently.
Lee's response was to turn and capture her lips with his. The kiss
began slowly, gently. Then she took the lead and licked his bottom
lip with her tongue. Ever slightly he parted his lips and she slid
her tongue softly around, until he opened completely and allowed her
access.
French kissing with the Scarecrow was nothing if exhilarating. While
he kissed her, he managed to roll over onto her, taking care not to
crush her slender frame with his. His hands cupped her face as his
lips plundered his prize.
She allowed him to claim as much as he wanted, thrilling in the
sensation of his moist mouth taking what he needed, while the feel of
the scruff of his face tingled her senses. It was a heady
combination, this man's actions mingled with his scent and his touch.
Lee slowly worked his way down her throat, nibbling lightly as he
moved. Amanda turned her head slightly, giving him access to
anything he desired. Lee increased the pleasure, nipping her skin
and then sliding his tongue across the area. His mouth moved a tiny
bit lower, pushing the fabric of her shirt away and he repeated the
action, nibbling and then licking.
Amanda couldn't help but moan softly.
She felt his hands slip to the bottom of her shirt and she shifted so
that he could pull it off. She watched in fascination as he simply
stared at her, the increasing desire reflected in his hazel eyes. It
was if she could read his mind, the love he felt for her reflected
there, for her to witness. Words were not needed between them; their
souls and hearts conducted a silent communication resulting in the
mutual agreement of what both wanted.
Without any doubt, Lee shrugged completely out of his shirt and then
unsnapped Amanda's jeans. He tugged the zipper down, then gripped
the waistband, smiling when she lifted her hips from the couch enough
that he could slid the denim from her.
Again, Lee Stetson simply gazed at her. Clad only in white lace
bikini panties, she felt no shame at lying there beneath him, nearly
naked. Instead, she felt empowered, totally woman. Her dark eyes
focused on him as he stood and jerked his jeans off in a rapid
movement, quickly followed by his boxers.
He was simply breathtaking, she thought. Tall and muscular, well-
toned arms that were powerful and yet gentle, as close to perfection
in a body as she'd ever seen. His chest was smooth and her eyes
traveled downward, coming to rest upon his erect penis. Seductively
she smiled at him and for a reward, he tugged her lace underwear
down. Then he stood there, clutching the skimpy garment in his hand,
apparently thinking.
She watched in fascination as he dropped them from his hand onto the
floor.
"Beautiful," he whispered. "Simply beautiful."
There was an obvious desire written on his face, even if she hadn't
seen the physical proof of his need with her own eyes.
"I want you," he told her.
He leaned one knee on the couch and lightly stroked her flat tummy
with his fingers.
"God, Manda, I need you."
His voice was deep, raspy, and full of sexual want for her, a
thrilling notion when she could well remember a time when he didn't
want her in his life at all, in any capacity.
Now, it seemed the Scarecrow could not get enough of her. He had
proposed to her and like a child eagerly awaiting Christmas morning,
he sometimes voiced his dreams for their married life. He promised
her nights and morning of tender lovemaking and from the looks of
things now, he was adding afternoon delight to his wish list.
His fingers traveled her body, dipping nearly to her moist heat and
then back up to caress her breasts and everywhere in between,
increasing the heat of her desire. Instinctively she parted her
legs, bending on knee to give him unobstructed access to anything he
wanted.
The beauty of their relationship was the certainty, the safety she
felt in entrusting him with not only her life, but also her very
body. She'd never felt that with any other man. From the very
beginning she had never harbored one single doubt as to placing
herself in Lee's hands. He was her protector, her lover, and her
partner in every way.
She sighed with pleasure when his fingers found her, lightly stroking
her until she was wet with want. Gently, slowly, he continued,
pleasing her but not quite ready to take her to the edge and send her
spiraling.
He wore a mischievous grin, obviously enjoying his slow torture.
Amanda enjoyed it too, sighing and cooing as he moved against her
flesh, knowing that he was not even close to being done with having
his way with her. They were only just getting started.
*****
What a wondrous start it was. Amanda closed her eyes as she enjoyed
the warm sensation of his flesh stroking hers, soft touches that
warmed her. She became lost in his foreplay, mindless of anything
but the growing sensation until she felt the new inclusion into the
mix.
The soft whisper of his breath told of his next intent, one that she
welcomed. Amanda totally became unglued as his tongue and fingers
evoked rapturous magic.
A soft moan released from her lips.
In response she felt Lee's mouth move to kiss her inner thigh, a
nearly non-existent touch of moist lips against her skin but it
proved enough to cause her to moan softly.
Then Lee slowly worked his way back up, settling small kisses along
her body until he was gazing at her.
"Manda," he whispered softly.
"Hmm?"
Lee chuckled as he placed a soft kiss upon her lips.
Obviously still lost in the heaven that he had created, her eyes were
still closed, remaining that way until she felt him begin to slide
into her, sheathing himself within her.
Slowly her dark eyes opened and she met his look. A slow, seductive
smile formed upon her lips.
"Hi," she murmured softly.
"Hello," he replied as pushed deeper within her.
"I love you," she told him.
"I love you," Lee replied.
She wrapped her arms around him, pulling his head down so that she
could kiss him.
"Take me," she demanded in a voice that Lee knew was reserved solely
for him.
"Here or on the bed?"
Amanda thought about it for a moment, that sweet smile turning
mischievous.
Then, in a soft rasp of a whisper, she gave him her answer.
"Anywhere Scarecrow, anywhere."
*****
The Scarecrow raised an eyebrow and then cocked his head slightly to
the side, as if he had to contemplate extremely upon this matter.
After several moments, Amanda sighed in slight frustration.
"Well, if you have to think about it," she began.
Lee couldn't help but laugh at her.
"Amanda, in case you haven't noticed, we are kind of stuck here.
Therefore, I can and I will take you here, there, over there, down
there, and out there."
Before she could reply, Lee's mouth captured hers in a deeply
passionate kiss that left both breathless when he finally drew away.
"Where?" she whispered to him.
Lee's response was not verbal, it was physical. He stood up, then
tugged Amanda to join him. Slowly he wrapped his arms around her
waist and drew her close to him.
Then he mouthed the words very softly in her ear, the warmth from his
words brushing against her skin.
"The bedroom, first."
With that Lee scooped her up easily into his arms.
"Oh," Amanda squealed as he literally ran to the bedroom.
"Now this could get interesting," she giggled.
Lee Stetson very carefully placed Amanda down on the bed, then settled
down beside her.
"You want interesting?" he asked her, as if it were the strangest
request ever voiced.
Amanda nodded.
"Interesting, heated, sweaty, raw, passionate sex," she drew her words
out slowly, over exaggerating her Southern accent with a sensual purr
that made Lee's pulse race.
"Well, hot damn," he replied. "That kind of interesting I think we can
manage."
"I never had any doubts," Amanda said as Lee wrapped his arms around
her and began smothering her with lust filled kisses.
The lust filled kisses soon turned towards aggressively heated and
raw ones. Amanda reacted to Lee's ravaging in the only way that she
could, the only way that she wanted to. He was not the only one who
could ravage.
She nibbled on his neck, then his lips, throat, and any other bare
skin that she came into contact with.
Both were hungry with desire, neither holding anything back.
Lee's mouth traveled to her neck and he returned his own nibbles,
knowing that he would find slight marks later.
Then, when Amanda least expected it, he quickly flipped her over.
"Lee!" she screamed.
"You said you wanted interesting, you said you wanted heated lust,"
he whispered against the skin of her neck as his hands gently
caressed the back of her shoulders.
"Yeah," she replied tentatively.
"What's the matter babe, can't handle it?" he chuckled.
Amanda was silent for a moment, enjoying the hot touch of his hands
upon her skin.
"The question, my beloved Scarecrow, is can you handle it?"
"Ooh, baby," Lee growled.
Intent on not letting their playful teasing hamper things any longer,
Lee took immediate and fulfilling action. Expertly but carefully, he
pulled Amanda into the position he wanted and then entered her from
behind, with deliberate slowness.
"Oh, God," she whispered as she felt him sink into her.
"You like?" Lee whispered into her ear while allowing one hand to
reach around and cup her breast.
"Mmm," was the only vocal thing Amanda could manage as he began to
thrust within her.
"I take that as a yes," Lee chuckled.
Neither said another intelligent word as Lee proceeded to do what he
loved best, make wildly passionate love to his Amanda.
She squirmed and sighed, cooed and wiggled as he sank repeatedly into
her, faster and deeper with each thrust until she cried out in
extreme ecstasy. Lee quickly followed suit as he released his own
fury within her.
Lee's facial expression was that of a soft smile as he watched Amanda
snuggle deeper under the covers while murmuring something completely
unintelligent in her sleep. He had to fight to suppress a chuckle.
"She's so adorable," he said aloud.
Actually, a million things came to mind when he reflected upon his
beautiful fiancee. Like her smile, her laugh, or the way her fingers
could be soft in touch and yet make him so hard with just the
lightest of a caress. Which immediately brought to mind the
incredible hidden talent of hers that he had discovered once they had
become partners in a very unprofessional but completely satisfying
manner.
Yes, indeed, his Amanda had revealed a hidden sensual side that he
would have once never suspected could exist.
Impulsively he leaned over and kissed her cheek.
He was rewarded with a swat of her hand.
"Well, well, well," he laughed.
Again, he kissed her cheek.
This time he was rewarded with a vocal murmur and a swat.
This time he was ready. He clasped Amanda's hand in his and kissed
her fingers lightly.
"Mmm?"
"As I was saying," he began. "You're adorable."
Amanda opened one eye slightly, gazing at him as though he were
daffy. Then she opened both eyes completely.
"Adorable?" she mumbled before rolling over, taking a fair share of
the covers with her.
"How would I stand any chance of being adorable with you around? You
won't let me sleep, you won't keep your hands off of me, and now
you've taken to waking me up after, need I remind you, keeping me
awake."
"Oh, did I hear you complaining, my dear? Why no, I did not. In
fact, Amanda darling, I think you rather enjoyed it."
With that Lee rolled her back over and looked into her eyes, dark
eyes that tried, uselessly, to hide the mischievous nature that
loomed.
She sighed as she gazed back at him.
"I confess, I did enjoy it, and I confess, I want more."
Lee grinned.
"More?"
Amanda nodded.
"More big fella, lots more."
Lee held out his hands to his fiancee, beckoning her to him with the
look in his hazel eyes. Amanda could no more have ignored his
pleading request than she could have willed herself to stop breathing.
She allowed him to take her smaller hands in his, letting him tug her
towards him until she stood in front of him. He raised his own
perfectly toned arms, positioning her so that she could wrap her arms
around his neck. Then his own hands began to journey down her body,
teasing and caressing until Amanda shivered in anticipation.
"Oh," Lee smiled almost innocently.
"More, she says, more."
"Yes," she answered him.
Lee pondered it for awhile, his eyes scanning the room while his
wicked mind worked. Then he grinned.
"Follow me," he told her as he hopped out of the bed.
"What?" Amanda asked him.
"Walk with me, follow me," Lee instructed her. "Now be a good little
apprentice agent and do as I say."
Amanda smirked but heeded his request anyway.
Lee had walked over to the one chair that occupied the room and sat
down, his legs spread apart slightly so that she could view his very
fine body, complete with very hard erection.
"This looks, uhm, interesting," she said as she eyed her partner
curiously.
"It will be, I promise."
*****
Lee held out his hands to his fiancee, beckoning her to him with the
look in his hazel eyes. Amanda could no more have ignored his
pleading request than she could have willed herself to stop breathing.
She allowed him to take her smaller hands in his, letting him tug her
towards him until she stood in front of him. He raised his own
perfectly toned arms, positioning her so that she could wrap her arms
around his neck. Then his own hands began to journey down her body,
teasing and caressing until Amanda shivered in anticipation.
Lee drew small circles along her flat tummy, then traced upward to
just beneath her breasts. He leaned forward and gently blew hot air
onto one before enclosing the tip in his mouth. With his tongue he
circled and nipped, driving Amanda insane with his ministrations.
Known for playing fairly, he soon lavished his attentions onto the
other breast, doing the same until he was positive that she would
either cry out or crumple to her knees in front of him.
Knowing that she could not stand much more of his delicious torture,
he encases her small waist with his hands.
"I want you," he growled low and sexy in his throat.
"Yes," Amanda whispered.
Lee gently guided her, so that she could lower herself onto his lap,
to cover his penis and sheath him where he most needed to be.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he guided her downward, allowing her time to
ease his entry. Her soft vocal whimper of delight sounded in both of
their ears and he took pride in knowing that he and only he could
cause such welcoming sounds to pour forth from her luscious mouth.
Needing that luscious mouth, he leaned forward and met her lips. One
hand traveled upward, to cradle the back of her head gently as his
lips savored her taste. His other came to rest in the small of her
back, like always.
When the need for air came, his hands dropped to her waist and while
she lay her head on his shoulder, his hands began to gently rock her
smaller frame.
"Oh," she whimpered.
"This is yours," Lee told her. "Do what me what you want."
Together they found a rhythm of up and down and gentle rocking that
satisfied them and left them burning for more at the same time.
It was erotic, to Amanda, who had never made love to a man sitting in
a plain and ordinary chair. The things that Lee Stetson inspired her
to do made her blush and she lowered her head for a moment, lest he
see.
"Hey," he whispered as they rocked together in their slow dance.
She raised her face to look at him, greeting him with an almost shy
smile.
Lee simply smiled.
"Something new for you, huh? I trust that you like?"
His hazel eyes voiced his concern for her but he needn't have worried
and she hastily spoke to reassure him.
"New, yes, wonderful, very," she replied.
The two lovers met again in another very heated and passionate kiss
and soon their dance moved in a frenzied beat as they drew one
another to yet another glorious climax of their love.
Amanda sighed deeply, then leaned her forehead against Lee's, trying to catch
her breath and thanking the gods that she was safely seated upon his lap. If
not, she knew for certain that she would have tumbled to the floor, having
completely lost her sense of balance.
"My gosh," she whispered when she finally could utter something intelligent.
"Good, huh?" he grinned back at her.
"You're incorrigible," she told him.
"And you love me," Lee stated.
"Yes, I do," she answered him honestly. "Sometimes I think I've always loved
you."
His sincere smile warmed her body completely, seeing the love that he held for
her revealed in his hazel eyes.
"Some days I wonder how this happened," she told him.
"This?"
"Us?" Amanda asked him. "I mean, who would have ever guessed that you, me, two
people who should be completely wrong for one another would end up like, well,"
Amanda motioned with her hand, "like this?"
Lee smiled that disarming smile of his, melting her insides completely.
"Manda, there is nothing wrong about us, trust me," he told her as he brushed
his lips against hers. "Nothing this good could be wrong."
The press of his lips against hers urged her to return his kiss. The gentle
swipe of his tongue demanded entrance and she readily granted it.
He paused the kiss, long enough to murmur, "I've waited my entire life for
what's right, and that, Mrs. King, is you."
Lee shifted his lips to her jaw, bestowing little kisses here and there, until
he reached her ear.
He whispered, "Trust me, I plan on spending the rest of our lives showing you
just how right we are."
Amanda sucked in her breath as Lee nuzzled her neck, placing kisses along her
soft skin. Somehow, she felt the need to gain some perspective. They were, after
all, two Federal agents stranded in a cabin during a blizzard. Maybe they were
letting their guard down and for the first time in days, she felt the unwelcome
nudge of duty trying to worm its way into her rational being.
She managed to slide off him and slid out of the chair, moving towards the
bathroom.
"Amanda?" Lee questioned her.
"I'm fine, I just need a minute, in the bathroom," she told him as she entered
the smaller room and closed the door behind her.
Leaning her naked back against the door, she sighed.
"I need a cold shower," she whispered to nobody.
*****
When she finally emerged from what ended up being a hot shower, Lee was not in
the bedroom. She quickly tugged on her jeans and shirt and after running the
comb through her still damp hair, went to find him.
She came to a stop, to watch the man she loved. He was at the stove, wearing
only his jeans and a tight fitting black tee. His bare feet peeked out from
beneath the jeans that hugged his ass like second skin, molding his athletic
form and leaving nothing to her well-informed imagination.
The definition of his muscled arms peeked out from the short sleeves, causing
her to lick her lips in need. She knew all too well the power of those arms as
well as the hidden gentleness that emerged when the persona of Scarecrow was
shelved away and Lee Stetson was revealed. She had felt those very arms cradle
her in comfort, wrap around her in protection, and pull her close in times of
lusty passion.
Dear Lord, Amanda thought, it hadn't even been a full thirty minutes since
they'd made love and she already wanted him, again. She couldn't ever remember a
time in her life when she'd wanted a man as much, as often as she needed Lee.
He'd tumbled her safe world, shaken things up, and aroused a passionate need for
sex that she'd never known existed within her.
Slowly, she made her way to him, coming to stand behind him as he scrambled
eggs. She could hear him humming, could smell the faint scent of his cologne
that lingered with the musky smell that was his and his alone. It was enough to
drive her crazy and she lightly traced his back with one hand.
"Hungry?" he asked her.
"Mmm," she murmured as she leaned into him, knowing he would feel her breasts
pressed against his back.
"For food, Amanda," he laughed.
"Oh," she stammered, "yes, yes, food is good."
"Get your mind out of the gutter," he told her. "Put the toast in, my love?"
Amanda complied without so much as word. All he had to do was ask and she would
do anything for this man, anything.
By the time the toast had popped up, Lee had the eggs out of the skillet, and
onto plates, Amanda realized that she was famished. Both for food and for him
and she found herself wondering how many more minutes might pass until this wild
need would send them tumbling right back into the other's arms.
Silence reigned between the two of them as they enjoyed the respite
of food. Amanda stole quick glances at her partner between bites.
Did the man not have a shred of decency, she questioned to herself.
He had no right sitting there and looking more delectable than the
food on her plate.
More than once she knew her gazes had been caught and she met Lee's
questioning stares with small smiles. For once, Amanda was actually
afraid to speak, for fear that she might just begin to plead with him
to take her right there in the kitchen area.
Then again, that might not be such a bad idea.
Stop it, Amanda, stop it right now.
And then he smiled at her, over the glass of milk that he was sipping.
Oh, gosh.
Amanda's reserve weakened and she forced herself to swallow the
remains of her own drink hastily.
"I'll do the dishes," she told him as she quickly rose from the table.
"No," Lee began to protest.
"Stetson, you cooked, I clean. I think that's why they call it a
partnership," she offered, as explanation. Truthfully, Amanda knew
that if she didn't occupy her hands with something other than his
body, she was going to act upon the lustful thoughts spinning round
her brain.
"Are you ok?" Lee asked her.
"Fine," she quickly told him.
Lee gave her a dubious look and then shrugged.
"I'll, uhm, just be sitting down, over there," he told her.
"Yeah," Amanda replied.
She had to force herself to concentrate, very much, on cleaning the
dishes. Just thinking of her partner seemed to take all of her
thoughts and they weren't necessarily innocent thoughts.
Once she had finished she rejoined her partner who had seated himself
quite cozily upon the couch.
"You decided to join me?"
"Yeah, what, you don't want me to?"
Lee smiled a charming, sexy, melt her right to the core smile.
That did it.
Amanda practically threw herself into his arms.
"Whoa!" Lee chuckled.
Amanda didn't allow him the chance to speak, hushing him with a
breath stealing kiss instead.
"Mm," Lee said.
Amanda nuzzled up against his neck, breathing in his scent.
"I need you," she whispered.
"Here?" he asked. "Now?"
"Uh-huh, now," she purred.
Her hands began urging his black tee shirt up, revealing his smooth
chest to her warm fingers. Lee helped her, pulling the shirt off and
throwing it in the air. Then her hands began working his fly,
yanking the zipper down.
Taking her cue, Lee pushed her aside gently, then stood up. He
probably broke a world record for stripping, as did Amanda. They
never made it back onto the couch.
Instead, they came together, standing as close to each other as
possible and engaged in one of those long, heated kisses of passion
that stole Amanda's breath away. Just when she thought she would
pass out for lack of oxygen and her knees began to give out on her,
Lee tugged her slowly down onto the floor.
Lying there, with his nude body astride hers, she felt as though she
had died and gone to heaven. With his knee, he parted her legs and
easily found his way inside of her. The feeling of his entry, rapid
and deep, made her squeal with pleasure.
Almost automatically, they began to move in perfect accord with
another, with each deeply penetrating stroke coming faster and harder.
"Gosh," she whimpered as he took her quick and furiously.
It was over almost as quick as it had started but there was nothing
un-fulfilling about it. Lee brought her to a frenzied climax that
left her screaming his name while he released inside of her his warm
seed.
And when it was over Amanda looked up into his hazel eyes, only to be
amazed at the depths of emotions she saw there. The love, the
passion, and the sincerity of what he felt was fully revealed to her.
"I love you, my Scarecrow," she whispered.
Lee lowered his lips to hers and kissed her softly.
"I love you," he replied.
"You love me," Amanda sighed.
"Do you know how long I waited to hear those words?"
Lee just smiled at her.
"I know, I know, and you're not going to let me forget it, are you?"
Amanda shook her head.
"Nope, never. You're going to have to spend a lifetime making it up
to me."
Lee pondered the idea.
"That has its merits, you know?"
"It does?"
"Oh yeah," Lee nodded.
"I think I will start with a kiss," he told her.
Then he kissed her lips sweetly.
"And then here."
He kissed her throat, slowly making his way down to her breasts.
"Then."
Lee began to suck gently, his tongue swirling round and teasing her
nipple. His hand cupped the other and slowly began stroking her
flesh, hardening both nipples and warming her insides like a burning
blaze.
He alternated between breasts, sucking and nipping until Amanda
couldn't take much more. Then, as if sensing her distress, he began
kissing his way down her tummy, until he reached her navel. There,
he stopped, spending a few moments teasing her with his tongue until
he felt the need to venture further south.
"No," Amanda whimpered when she sensed his intentions.
"No?"
Lee brought his gaze back up from his lover's body to meet her eyes,
a questioning look in his hazel ones.
"No."
"Amanda? I thought you wanted me to make up my stupidity, right?" he
asked her. "That is what you said, right?"
Amanda looked into his eyes; hazel darkened with such a pulsing
intensity that Amanda's pulse stuttered. Her gaze fixated with his
and for what seemed like a moment forever frozen in time, neither
moved nor spoke.
Lee moved to sit, his back up against the couch.
"Amanda, I love you," he told her.
She smiled at him, when she realized that he wasn't necessarily sure
if she were teasing him or being serious.
She too moved, so sit on her knees in front of him.
"Lee, I love you, I do. I was just, well," she shrugged. "Stalling
a little, maybe?"
"Oh," he said, suddenly comprehending her unspoken meaning.
"Guess I kind of moved pretty quick, huh?"
She blushed in response and he smiled.
"This round, a little slower?" Lee asked.
"Please," Amanda replied.
"Why don't we take this into the bedroom?" Lee asked. He held out
his hand to her and she accepted. They rose together, as one, and
walked to the bedroom, both knowing and needing where this would lead.
She moved to the bed first and sat down, watching him as stood in the
doorway. Her gaze was captured by the potency of his male physique.
Naked, his rock-hard strength displayed in taut sinews and defined
abs; he made her heart nearly leap from her chest.
His penis, imposing and imperious, now thrust towards her, causing
her heat to rise and a small whimper escape from her mouth. How
could she refuse this man, even for a second?
Amanda smiled at him. "Come here Scarecrow," she commanded in a soft
voice.
He did, placing his hands upon her shoulders. Then he tumbled back
onto the warmth of the bed beneath them and covered her with his
length. They gathered each other close, her soft feminine curves
meeting his male hardness, as if they had been perfectly molded for
one another.
Amanda felt the heat from him, his flesh rubbing against hers and
causing her internal temperature to go overload. She was ready for
him, wet, hot, and needy in less than an instant. Amanda needed him
to fill her, longed for his hot staff to thrust inside to quench her
burning fire.
"Oh Lee," she whispered as she nuzzled her head against his shoulder.
Amanda had never known this intense of a feeling, the emotion of
needing a man to possess her and love her as if she alone were the
center of his universe. It was thrilling, erotic, and stimulating.
She could feel the beating of his heart as they pressed together, his
chest against hers and she felt as well as heard the growl in his
chest as he voiced his need to have her. Then Lee sank himself into
her welcoming body.
There were no boundaries here, between them. The fact that she was
just a divorced mother of two, a young woman who, for the majority of
her life, had seen nothing more than the normal daily life in
suburbia, had long ago ceased to matter. That he had spent more time
in other countries and doing things that one only read about in
fictional work had also ceased to be a factor.
Here, now, they were simply two people who had somehow fallen in
love, completely and totally, and their passion was the most
important thing at this moment in time. As Lee moved within her, she
lost where she ended and he began. They became one, both in body and
soul.
Lee's movements escalated, with each thrust, until he went from a
slow to rapid piston, wringing urgent whimpers from her as she
slipped from reality into pure erotic ecstasy on her journey towards
the precipice.
His groans and her cries filled the air, as his flesh pounded hers,
she clinging to him in purely instinctive reaction, allowing him to
take everything that she would give, until ultimately the shock wave
of feeling exploded into a shattering release that exploded them both
like spasms of thunder.
Outside the cabin, the howling blizzard winds had escalated, chilling the air
and awakening Amanda from her slumber. Slowly she opened her eyes and tried to
guess how long she had been asleep, a useless act for she had lost all sense of
time. She hadn't a clue, was it day or night? For that matter, she wasn't even
sure what day of the week it was.
Shivering a little, she snuggled closer to Lee.
"You're cold," he whispered to her.
"A little," she admitted.
"The winds have picked up, this little storm has kicked into high gear. If I
don't miss my guess, the temp has dropped a good ten degrees."
"How long was I asleep?" she asked.
"Oh, about five hours."
"Gosh."
Lee chuckled. "I'm sorry, I guess I have been demanding, haven't I?"
"Lee, I don't mind. I treasure these stolen moments."
"Amanda King, you amaze me sometimes and I love you."
He moved to get out of the bed.
"Where are you going?"
"Hush," he told her as leaned over and kissed her cheek. "I'm going to get
dressed and bring in some more wood, get that fire blazing. Then I thought we
might have a slumber party in front of the fire place."
"I like that idea," she confessed.
"I thought you might."
*****
Several hours later, Amanda awoke again, feeling not only the effects of the
much-needed sleep as well as the warm body of her partner and lover spooned
against hers under the comfort and warmth of blankets. Lying down in front of
the fireplace had been an excellent choice, if she did say so herself.
She lay there quietly, listening to the howling winds and crackling fire that
sparred against each other. Not that it mattered, for she was quite cozy in the
cocoon she was in, protected from the raging storm and so close to him that she
could hear his heart beating. The hard planes of his masculine body molded to
hers, an arm draped lovingly around her were all that she truly needed at this
moment in time. Perfection was this absolute reality of many combined fantasies
that she had fantasized about since meeting agent Scarecrow all come true.
Amanda felt Lee's hand begin to gently caress her skin and she knew that he knew
she no longer slept. Slowly she rolled over to look at him and she smiled at the
sight of him. Dark shadow had surfaced upon skin that had been neglected by his
razor, giving him a rugged appeal that, while different from his professional
persona, still melted her heart. His hair was tousled and she knew that he was
resisting the urge to run his hand through it, in an attempt to tame it.
Instead, he brought his hand to her cheek, cradling it with a touch full of
tenderness.
"Amanda, have I told you how magical I think this is?" he queried her.
"What's magical?" she asked.
"You, me, the chemistry that we have. Every time we make love it's magical,
wonderful," Lee said.
Amanda smiled. "It is, isn't it?"
Lee nodded.
"The woman that I hold in my arms, when we're together like this, she's full of
passion and fire. Something that surprised me and yet it shouldn't have."
"Didn't you once tell me that there's something to be said for a housewife's
stamina?" Amanda teased, remembering the conversation that had occurred a long
time ago between Lee and Francine, one that he had shared with her not that long
ago.
"Oh, babe, it goes far beyond stamina," Lee told her as he clasped her hand in
his and placed it over his heart, on his very warm chest.
"You've done such much for me, Amanda. Brought me to life again, as it were,
allowed me to feel again, to trust, and to accept love."
He leaned and kissed her lips gently.
"With you, it feels good, right, perfect. Like a magical gift."
Amanda blushed at his words; he truly was a charmer. Only this time, the words
spoken were very real, honest, and meant for her.
"I love you," she told him.
She thanked the gods of fate that neither one of them had been able to continue
denying what they had been feeling towards one another, the growing emotions
that had been given life one chilly autumn morning. It was impossible to deny
it, especially when he kissed her again, the press of his lips begging her to
return his kiss. With a gentle swipe of his tongue, he begged for entrance, and
she eagerly granted it.
When she moaned softly in the back of her throat, he shifted his advances, his
lips now dropping tiny kisses along the line of her jaw.
Pausing by her ear, he whispered, "This has to be illegal, it's too damned
good."
"Good, yeah," she replied, her voice conveying exactly how good she thought it
was.
Amanda sucked in her breath when he began to nuzzle her neck, dropping kiss
after sweet kiss upon her flesh. He shifted her world, all perspective and
rationale faded away and her universe once again centered only around him.
Lee paused his attention at her neck, shifted to focus again on her lips. He ran
his thumb gently along across her lips.
"Mm, so good," he whispered.
"Lee, I believe you're thoroughly enjoying all of this ravaging," she said.
"I have no control when it comes to you, Amanda, nor do I even want it," he
chuckled. "And you don't either, do you?"
She shook her head in response.
"Not anymore than you do."
Tracing her lips with his fingers, he smiled at her. "I didn't think you had any
real objections."
"None."
Lee moved his hand to the nape of her neck, holding her firmly in place, while
his lips claimed hers as his. He moved his mouth against hers, the action
causing a slight catch in her breath. Lee took full advantage and slipped
inside, each tasting and teasing as their kisses began to grow and become more
intense, until the kissing wasn't nearly enough.
Lee's hand traveled, to where she needed him most and she groaned as he parted
her, finding her center to stroke her with one finger. She whimpered like a
kitten as he inserted first one, then two inside to build the pressure and
increase her need with his movements.
Amanda surrounded him with a hand, feeling his hardness as her own fingers began
to work a little magic of their own.
Lee's breathing became rough against her face and he leaned his forehead against
hers.
"God, Manda," he groaned.
Her mind was whirling at the feel of him in her hand mixing with the pleasure
that he was stirring within her. She knew he could feel the heat, knew that he
knew she was practically dripping from want.
"Lee," she whimpered.
He did not know if this was her plea to continue or to stop, so he made the
call, deciding the path this journey would take. He brought his hands beneath
her well-shaped ass to apply slight pressure, communicating what they both
wanted. Amanda encircled him with her legs and he gently guided into her.
Slowly, grinning, Lee shifted in and out of her. He lowered his head to suckle
first one nipple and then the other.
Amanda responded by wrapping her arms around his neck, clinging to him while she
moved her hips, enjoying the feel of his penetration. Their bodies heated up
together, in reaction to the increasing rhythm of their passion, awakening the
animal that Lee had wanted to keep leashed for as long as possible.
Amanda felt his raw, driving need, welcomed the harsh movements of his hips as
he thrust powerfully within her in a drive to seek their release. As she spun
closer and closer to the edge, she felt his mouth cover one breast, the
combination from his heat and moist tongue nearly driving her insane.
The inner animal within him became consumed, each powerful thrust rocking her
slender body while his mouth nipped her breast. She cried out as those nips
became sharper but did nothing to halt his rushing pursuit.
"Oh, please," she managed to beg as tears began to form in her eyes from the
beauty of this wildly insane moment. "Please, Lee, please," she begged.
Lee slid back into her warm depths then raised his head to look into her eyes.
"So beautiful," he told her with all the love that he possessed for her. "My
Manda," he whispered as he placed a gentle kiss upon her lips.
Then, as one, they continued their dance as he began to thrust repeatedly and
more forcefully. Each thrust was a pleasurable wave that surged throughout her,
rippling and intensifying, bringing Amanda to moans as she clasped him as
tightly as she could.
As the unchained animal that was their passion roared with life, Lee's mouth
sought her neck and he sucked gently her delicate skin. Her passionate cries
urged him on, increasing the searing fire that spread through her.
This pulsing fire that he instigated, the flames that he coaxed and stroked with
each thrust were nothing short of the ultimate sex act. They gave and took,
satisfying the demands of their bodies, losing all control in permitting their
desires the reign
Amanda moved with him, her guttural cries spilling from unabashedly from her
lips. And then it happened, the edge that they had driven wildly to obtain. The
earth shook and shattered, an earthquake of orgasm that rattled them both, every
fiber of their beings. She screamed as he thrust one last, powerfully time deep
within her and released his being into her core.
The world spun dizzily around her, stars exploding in their universe and she
felt herself drifting away along the glittering shards of them, doubting if she
would ever cease the maddening tumble to land safely upon the earth.
Truthfully, Amanda's one coherent thought was that she didn't want to. This was
where she wanted to stay and she clung to him as she fought to catch her breath,
thinking that heaven was being one with the Scarecrow, their bodies joined in
this, the ultimate act of their love.
They had slept most of the afternoon away, content to drift in
peaceful slumber. Eventually the awoke, showered, and cooked a
hearty dinner. The fact that they were both starved didn't go
unnoticed or unmentioned between them.
Afterwards, they chose to sit in front of the fire as evening
descended down around them.
"I'm sorry I didn't get you home in time for Jamie's photography
display," Lee told her as they sat cuddled together.
"It's not your fault Lee," Amanda reminded him.
"It may not be, but I feel like a heel. You help me so much and yet
you sacrifice so much."
Amanda looked at him with loving eyes.
"You're worth it, most of the time."
Lee grinned.
"Yeah, you think so?"
"I know so, Scarecrow. I know so. You've brought so much to my life
and I know it's only going to get better."
Lee lifted her left hand and smiled as he caressed her fingers.
"I can't wait until we say I do, Amanda."
"Ditto."
"I can't wait to live our happily ever after," Lee said as he gently
kissed her wrist.
"I can't believe you, all of people, are saying that. It wasn't that
long ago that women, and I use that term loosely, paraded through
your life and now you're here, with me, and, well, I can't believe
it," she admitted.
"Believe it," Lee whispered. "You're mine, Manda, forever and
nothing will ever change that. Nothing in the universe will take
this away, nothing."
Amanda saw the sincerity in his hazel eyes, blended with the
darkening hint of passion.
She twisted to put both hands on his shoulders and gently push him
back down onto the pillows on the floor.
Her hands slowly slid up and down his shirt, rubbing him while she
looked down at him. No man had a right to look this sexy and get
away with it. She reached a hand up and stroked his scruffy cheeks.
Amanda pondered her intent briefly, deciding on her course of
action. Lee had introduced her to lovemaking all over again, and
never, never, had she thought herself capable of feeling the
intensity of emotions or the wonder in what they shared that she did
experience.
Just looking at his hazel eyes made her body shiver in anticipation
of what they could share, when lost in these private moments with no
outside intrusions. Here, alone with Lee, she could open herself up
to him in ways that she had never thought possible. He gave her the
freedom to explore, the security of voicing her limits, and the
ability to say no, if need be.
Here, tonight, she couldn't fathom saying no. Instead, she wanted to
strip his clothes away and bare him; body and soul, before taking him
like a wanton woman. Her hands followed her mind, undoing the
buttons on his shirt, slowly, one by one until she could part the
garment and slide her hands along his bare skin.
He was hot to the touch, smooth skin under her fingers and she lazily
drew patterns upon his torso with her fingers. She was able to watch
his reaction to her touch, the easy smile that formed on his lips,
the slow close of his eyelids and the sigh that he emitted under her
caresses.
Slowly she ventured further, until she had reached his jeans. She
slid her hand downward along the denim, stroking his hard erection
that the faded material could not hide. The bulge was the creation
of his desire for her, in response to her, and she thrilled at
knowing the power she possessed and doing this to him.
Amanda eased some of his tension by unzipping his jeans. Lee lifted
his hips in response to aid her in tugging them down. His boxers
followed the jeans until he wore nothing but his open shirt.
She knelt over him, taking his length in her hand and gently gliding
her fingers over his erection, appreciating the feel of him. She
slid her fingers through the coarse hair and then along his balls,
teasing him mercilessly.
When she lowered her mouth to him, he sighed with pleasure. Slowly
she slid her tongue around his head, licking him with light laps. To
feel his reaction to this was erotic; to know that she could control
him in this way was heady power. Amanda began to take him into her
mouth, sucking him and stroking the base of his penis with one hand.
Lee quivered under her touch and she ventured farther still, taking
more of him in. Amanda had never been comfortable with this type of
sexual foreplay until she and Lee had shared these experiences. It
was something that she had done, but never considered herself a
master of the act. With Lee, she had full reign on experimenting
with him and in return, he gave her complete confidence.
He'd taught her to enjoy the act of doing a blow job while staying
attuned to your lover. She'd learned to use her touch to her
advantage, sensing his level of satisfaction while giving him
pleasure.
Lee had given her control of his body, control over the act, and
Amanda had discovered that she rather enjoyed oral sex. She loved
the feel of him, now, as she moved her mouth up and down, taking him
in and out in a slow motion. She tasted him, the unique flavor that
blended with the act, so sensual.
With confidence, she slid her tongue up and down the side of him,
several times, before going up one more time and then moving to lick
the tip. He was already damp, a small drop of moisture gleaming at
her and she lapped the sweet juice away like a kitten lapping milk.
Then she cupped him with one hand and began gliding up and down his
organ, steady strokes that began to bring him closer. Except she
didn't want him to come, not yet. Here, tonight, in the privacy and
solitude of the cabin, she felt daring, ready to venture further out
of her safety zone.
With her fingertips, she gauged how close he was. She'd learned her
lover well. With feather-light caresses, she stroked his head a few
times, before settling her mouth back down upon him.
Sucking him and fondling him, she slowly brought him close, and when
she knew he was almost there, she slowed her movements.
"Wicked wench," Lee teased with a chuckle.
Amanda, of course, did not respond. She loved to toy with him, bring
him nearly there, only to back off and prolong the act. The timing
was up to her, or rather, up to how long she could take it. Amanda
King could boast, if she could, that is, that she'd endured several
instances of a scuffed rooftop of her mouth from these little
escapades.
Tonight might prove, once again, to be one of those times, but she
cared little for that. Her one goal was nearly in sight and she was
determined to make it as wonderful for him as she could.
She hastened her movements, increasing slowly a fraction at a time;
not backing down for she felt the time had come for Lee to come. She
pulled her mouth away for a moment, concentrating on stroking him,
from the base up and over the tip and then back down. Then she
changed patterns, decreasing her hold upon his staff so that her hand
barely touched him as she slid up and down his silky cock. Intent on
her mission she focused on the feel of him in her hand.
She always knew when he was ready to explode, he quivered just so and
tonight she was ready for him, dropping her mouth back down upon him
to draw him in and out for several strokes until she knew he was
there.
Lee moaned her name and she felt him fighting for control but she
wasn't backing down this time. She heard herself moan at the thrill
of it and when he came, he was exactly where she wanted him. His tip
barely inside her mouth, enough for her to experience this newfound
thrill and she tasted him as he came, groaning her name.
She had to swallow and she did so, feeling wickedly wanton and
mischievously like a temptress as his juices ran both down her throat
and down her chin. He tasted wonderful, slightly sweet and salty and
something else, purely the essence of Lee Stetson.
Amanda raised her head to look at him, and with the seductive smile
of a temptress, she brought a finger to her lips, swiping it to
acquire some of him from him. Then she slid that very finger into
her mouth and licked it, slowly, sensually, and she was rewarded by a
smile from the love of her life.
*****
Amanda raised her head to look at him, and with the seductive smile
of a temptress, she brought a finger to her lips, swiping it to
acquire some of him from him. Then she slid that very finger into
her mouth and licked it, slowly, sensually, and she was rewarded by a
smile from the love of her life.
"Come here," Lee beckoned to her and she slid upward along his body,
coming to rest so that she could look at him.
"Yes," she asked.
"Did I ever tell you how amazing you are?" Lee asked.
"I don't recall," Amanda told him. Truthfully, her head was spinning
and heart was dancing, leaving little rationale left for her brain.
It amazed her that she was even able to formulate and pronounce any
type of sentence.
"Oh, well then, I must do something about that," Lee told her.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
He reached up to wrap his arms lightly around her neck and pulled her
face down to meet his. The kiss was light, a whisper of a touch
against hers, but it allowed the fire that burned deep within her
core to continue smoldering.
When they parted, Amanda found herself now totally speechless. She
looked at Lee with a slightly open mouth; her dark eyes focused
totally on him.
To Lee, she looked beautiful. Her dark tresses were flowing in soft
waves, tousled a bit from her actions while her skin glowed with the
shimmering radiance of a young woman totally in love. However, it
was her dark eyes that caught his attention, the sparkle of passion
that was mixed with the aftermath of a woman who had finally realized
that she had the power of a seductress within her. She was truly
amazing, like nothing he had ever encountered before.
"One must be rewarded for such bravery," Lee finally told her.
"Sounds like it could be interesting."
Lee shrugged playfully. "Maybe."
Amanda lightly swatted his chest with one hand. "Lee!"
"Manda, I need you," Lee told her.
"You're insatiable."
"You drive me wild."
"Incorrigible."
"Nymphomaniac," Lee told her.
"Me?" Amanda squeaked. "I think not."
"Me thinks the lady doth protest too much."
With that, Lee found her lips again, kissing her so deeply that the
ache for him grew and intensified immediately. Even after she'd just
had her way with him, her mouth all over him, he had ignited the fire
once again. Amanda was filled with a want of his hot and sexual
promise and she shivered in anticipation while little butterflies
darted about her stomach.
Time and again, they could have one another and still she needed, as
if she'd never had him and she would die if she didn't. Lee Stetson
could make her flushed and dizzy, all with a single kiss.
Lee drew her against his mouth, moaning slightly as he laid claim to
her, creating a need within her to fall into his arms and never fall
out in this earthly life. Their lips touched and mingled, bringing a
tiny cry from her throat.
Lee rolled the over so that now she was the one on her back and he
was looming over her. "Amanda, I need you, now," his voice filled
with raw need as he breathed the words to her. "Inside of you, now."
While Amanda expected a frenzied passion, Lee instead seemed to take
delight in a slow, smooth pace.
His hazel eyes had darkened with the gathering of the lust-filled
storm but the fury within his touch was astonishingly gentle,
tempered with the reverence for her that was plainly visible in his
eyes. Beautiful eyes that had bared his soul to her, shared emotions
only for her.
Lee's hands cupped her breasts, the warmth from his touch inciting
those butterflies within Amanda's stomaching and now they were
darting at high speed.
"These, pure sweetness," he hissed as he bent to taste them.
Forget butterflies, his actions reminded her of bees, drawn to the
nectar of fruit and she needed him to partake. He sucked and nipped,
leaving her nipples moist and stinging.
Still, she didn't want him to stop; the pleasure was too consuming.
His tongue swirled; his teeth nipped and Amanda heard herself cry out
from the intensity. She feared he might stop, but he did not.
While one breast was engulfed within his hot mouth, the other
succumbed to the delightful intents of his fingers.
Stroked and tweaked, rubbed and circled until she felt herself begin
to quake under his ministrations. This was wild, insane, and raw and
he hadn't even entered her body yet. Amanda was sure she would die
from the sweet bliss and yet, she didn't.
She begged for more, pleaded with him to never stop. She arched her
back, jutting forth her body towards his chest. Her head tossed
slowly from side to side as Lee's mouth increased the pressure of his
sucking.
A scream sprang forth from her in reaction to the erotic painful
pleasure and he pulled away slightly.
She could do nothing more than lay there, gazing up at him and
yearning for the return of his touch. In response to her request,
Lee lowered his mouth yet again to hers, his long, lean body
stretching out above her.
Lee raised her hands above her head, clasping their fingers
together. In response, Amanda wrapped her legs around him, needing
him to seek out all of her secret places that now belonged to the
Scarecrow and only him. She needed him to shower her with the
pleasure that the union of their bodies could create and she needed
it now.
"Please, I," she began but he cut off her words with a quick but deep
kiss.
"I ache for you, Manda. God, woman, you are mine and what I want to
do with you," Lee told her.
"Yes, please, now."
Her legs gripped him tightly and her hand dropped to his shaft, rock
hard and pulsing with his ache. She stroked him lightly and then
guided him into her.
He was fire, hot and ablaze and she was the storm, both raging with
power. And then, they combined forces.
For each thrust that he made into her, Amanda matched him. Their
bodies moved in tandem, with a unison that could only be the result
of two people completely in love.
Their passion was slow in the making, Lee taking his time to ensure
that she enjoyed each long and deep entrance, withdrawing just as
slowly.
They kissed one another, their lips and mouths exploring, tongues
dancing amidst the fire that they were creating. Lee buried his
fingers within her long hair, caressing her scalp and twirling dark
locks around his fingers.
Amanda slid her fingers through his hair, savoring the soft texture
for awhile before she worked her way down to caress his stubble
covered cheeks.
"I love you so," she told him.
"Hmm, God yes, very much," he completed.
How anything could be this perfect, Amanda didn't know. The way he
touched her body, the easy movement as he stroked in and out of her,
there had never been anything as perfect. Each time they made love
she thought it couldn't get any better and yet it did. Frenzied
passion, slow consumption, and everything in between, they took each
scenario and perfected it, making it their own.
Lee nuzzled his mouth against her neck, nipping her skin lightly and
she murmured a contented sigh.
"More?" he asked.
She could only open her eyes to look into his and nod. She could ask
for the world and he would give it to her and right now she wanted
the entire universe.
"Yes, please."
Lee increased his tempo, rocking his body against hers, burying
himself as deeply as he could within her, again and again, until the
tidal wave of their passion overwhelmed them both, picking them up
and drifting them along in a writhing, moaning frenzy of glory.
Her nails dug into his back and as the tempo increased she called out
his name, before being overtaken by the spasms of her own release.
Every part of her body clung tighter to him, until he too, rocked
with his own spasms and his larger body pounded her until he came,
holding her against him one last time as he drove in to the hilt and
then emptied his seed within her, pulsing in her depths until the
cataclysm that had been theirs slowly subsided.
*****
They had showered, together, an adventure together, that while not
completely sexual, had still been thoroughly enjoyable. Then they
had returned to their cozy nest in front of the fireplace and
snuggled together, drifting off to slumber in front of the crackling
blaze of the fire.
When the light of dawn had begun to slip into the light of late
morning, actual sunlight began to filter in through the windows. The
storm was breaking for in between the still present gray clouds that
dotted the sky, beams from the sun god tried to make way to the cold
and snow-covered earth below.
Flakes of snow still danced in the air and the winds were still
present, but their gusts had diminished, the roar of the storm had
died and it was now only a matter of time before it vanished, for
good.
Lee had slipped from beneath the comfort of their cocoon and padded
quietly to the window, loathe to awaken Amanda but curious to check
out the world around them.
Huge snowdrifts dotted the landscaped and he watched in fascination
as the remaining winds sent swirls of the white stuff gliding across
the open area. Here and there, a few bare patches of ground were
evident, the snow having been sent elsewhere to grow miniature
mountains of white.
He viewed the columns of sunlight trying to reach the ground between
the clouds and estimated that if the conditions improved during the
remainder of the day, they just might find the rescue party arriving
sometime tomorrow.
Lee turned and looked back at Amanda, a small form huddled under the
blankets. He smiled lovingly, admitting that they'd made some pretty
fabulous memories in the past few days.
Then he turned and made his way to the kitchen area, realizing that
part of the noises that he heard this morning were from the rumblings
of his stomach. God, the love-making between them was magical and it
worked up an appetite as well.
Minutes later, the smell of a frying omelet and bacon awakened his
beloved and chuckled as he heard her mumble something while trying to
dig her way out of the blankets she had become twisted within.
He leaned back against the counter and viewed her, tossing one this
way and jiggling herself one way and he couldn't help but laugh.
"Are you stuck over there?" he teased.
Amanda just scowled at him and he laughed harder.
"It's your fault," she grumbled.
"Not a morning person today, Amanda?"
She frowned. Lee was right, normally she was cheery, but right now
she was trapped in the jumbled mess of blankets while he was just
standing there, looking all smug and charming in his tight jeans and
form-fitting black tee.
Amanda licked her lips, but not from the smell of food or the pangs
of hunger that rumbled in her own belly.
The sight of Lee Stetson, standing there like that, leaning back and
smiling, was simply breathtaking.
Finally, she made her way out of the blankets but instead of marching
over to Scarecrow and teasing him the way she really wanted to, she
headed to the bathroom.
"Hey, I'm making breakfast, the most important meal of the day," he
called out to her.
"I know, give me a minute would ya?"
Lee laughed again and returned his attentions back to the food,
before he burned it and had to hear about it from her.
When Amanda returned, he had the little table set and was sitting
there, slightly impatiently tapping his foot. He smiled at the
vision she had created.
Dressed in jeans that were painted onto to her trim figure and one of
his tee shirts, she looked good enough to it. He would have too, if
his stomach weren't protesting quite so loudly.
She'd pulled her dark and still damp hair up into a ponytail but, as
always, a few pieces were in the habit of misbehaving. With no
makeup, she looked fresh and young and he couldn't help but smile.
"Did I tell you today that I think you're the most beautiful woman on
the planet?"
Amanda smiled as she joined him at the table. "You can say it as
often as you want."
They shared their breakfast, along with pleasant chatter and
laughter. It was another perfect moment that had been gifted to them
and they accepted it, enjoying it to the fullest.
She offered to clean up while he went to see if he could contact
Billy. They both agreed that it would be nice to know if they were
getting back to civilization anytime soon.
By the time Lee had answers, Amanda was sitting on the couch,
snuggled under a blanket, with a book in her hand.
"Anything good?" Lee asked her.
"Not really, a very boring romance, with no real plot," she told him.
"Ah, so that's the key element? It has to have plot?"
"Well, not necessarily, but it has to have a couple who have
chemistry and I don't think they do."
Lee smiled and took the book out of her hand. He tossed it to the
floor.
"Why settle for fiction, when you can have the real thing?"
Amanda smiled at him. "You mean you're in the mood, again? I would
have thought that you'd have been bored with me by now."
Lee chuckled. "Amanda, if there's thing I've learned about you, it
is that I will never, ever be bored."
"I think that was a compliment."
"Of the highest caliber," Lee told her.
"What did you hear?" she asked, changing the subject.
"Well, Billy told us the snow is expected to end sometime late
tonight. The earliest that they can get us out of here would be
sometime tomorrow afternoon, maybe the following morning."
"Ah, back to reality," Amanda said somewhat sadly.
"I think that sounds like a woman who isn't sure she wants out."
Amanda smiled at him as he wrapped his arms around her.
"I confess, I'm enjoying this. We don't get too many uninterrupted
moments and life is too short."
"Agreed, which makes me think that tonight should be nothing less
than spectacular."
"Are you sure you're up to it, big fella?"
Lee grinned. "Why yes, ma'am, I certainly do think that I am. The
question is, little lady, are you?'
Amanda looked at him, not sure how to reply. The look on his face
was a myriad of lust, mischief, and love. How could she not want to
be swept off her feet by him, how could she not resist?
Did her doubt her desire to be touched by him, to have him touch her
in ways that every woman fantasized about?
In the middle of her thoughts, Lee had moved. His hands gently
pushed her back down onto the couch, hips lips moved to caress hers.
His kisses started gently, soft little nibbles that began to make
heat spring to life within Amanda. It was like a spark that grew
from nothing into a burning column of light.
Soon they were lost, consumed by the kisses, each of which grew in
intensity until they were very literally ravaging each other. He was
so close that the scent of his cologne was intoxicating, the feel of
his hard body covering hers sent her reeling.
"Don't let me go," she whispered, feeling as if she were falling and
knowing that she couldn't, save the couch beneath her.
"Never," Lee promised.
His hands swept down her chest, lightly palming her body, creating a
warm tingle of sensation.
She felt his fingers tugging at the tee shirt, pulling it up from her
jeans. They danced magically across her skin as he pulled it up and
then over her head, tossing it aside with little care.
His lips found her throat and he bestowed wet kisses along her skin.
She wrapped her arms around him, clinging to him with a need to hang
on as tightly as she could.
"I can't wait," he growled against her skin.
"No," she whispered.
Lee rose, then easily scooped her up into his arms and strode for the
bedroom, a man on a mission.
He slowly settled her back down onto the floor, his arms staying
around her tiny waist as if he knew her equilibrium had totally gone
askew in response to his touch.
Amanda pressed closer to him, her breasts against his chest, their
hips pressed together. She could feel, even through the fabric of
their clothes, the hardened bulge that told her of his desire.
Her arms twisted around his neck and she tipped her face up to him.
Lee kissed her, his hands sliding up from her waist to her back.
With his fingers he traced softly along her spine, the very familiar
curve of her back and then down to cup her bottom. He pressed her
even closer and was rewarded by a soft moan from her.
Lee pressed his mouth against hers and she offered him a silent
invitation to enter that he took full advantage of. He slid his
tongue inside, tasting her.
He moved one hand lower still, to reach between her thighs and rubbed
the spot there. She quivered at his touch.
Breaking from his kiss, he moved his hands to the front of her jeans
and undid them, slowly sliding the zipper downward so that he could
slide them down her long legs.
She stepped out of them, swaying ever so slightly as she did so. Lee
steadied her.
Her hands fumbled, fingers trembling slightly as she did the same to
him. Soon he stood naked before her and she clad only in her bra and
panties.
Lee smiled at her, his eyes slowly traveling up and down her body,
his appreciation obvious on his face.
"You are so beautiful," he told her.
Amanda blushed at his words.
Lee slid his hands down again, slipping one under the lace of her
panties and sliding until he reached her most intimate spot. He
teased her lightly with his fingers, stroking her soft skin and the
warm moistness that greeted him.
Her need was readily apparent.
With practiced ease, he slid the lace garment down. Then he
unfastened her lace bra, allowing her breasts to spill free from
their entrapment.
Gently he pushed her down onto the bed. He knelt on the floor and
spread her thighs apart, moving his mouth to the same spot that he
had been stroking.
Amanda reacted to the warm and sensual invasion with a small cry.
Lee pulled her body closer to him and then she moved her legs over
his shoulder, allowing him complete access.
She writhed in complete pleasure as his tongue licked and teased her
and she had to fight not to slip away too quickly. As if he sensed
how close she was, he backed off, a little. One hand caressed her
tummy, the other found its way below.
He alternated between strokes of his finger and tongue, until she
thought she'd scream for mercy. Then his tongue slid inside, seeking
its way around and Amanda squeezed her legs together in reaction.
"God," she whimpered.
The man was wicked and without mercy as he slowly and expertly guided
her along the path of fulfillment, until her body shuddered beneath
his and she sobbed aloud.
All of this and yet she knew the night was still to hold so much more
for them.
****
Amanda left out a very long and breathy sigh. To say that Lee Stetson
fulfilled her was an understatement. He gave her so much and she knew
that the night was still young, holding much more for them in the ways
of passion.
She was so content and boneless after his loving ministrations to her
that when he moved her body up the bed and slid beside her she could
only sigh again. Her dark eyes drifted close as his fingers lightly
glided along her skin, warming her with his touch.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I love you," she replied honestly.
"Let me show you how much I love you," Lee murmured low in her ear, his
warm breath washing over her skin like a loving caress.
"Yes," was the only word that she could murmur in reply.
She felt the bed shift as he moved, coming to rest above her. Slowly she
opened her eyes to look up at him, easily recognizing the burning
passion in his hazel eyes.
He rested there for a time, on his knees, straddling her and simply
gazing at her.
"You are the most beautiful woman that I have ever known," he said as
his eyes slowly raked over her body. His facial expression revealed that
he clearly found everything to his liking. She, in return, allowed her
eyes to drift slowly down as well, taking in his broad shoulders before
settling her gaze on the planes of his chest.
She reached up and lazily stroked soft patterns against his smooth
flesh, circling his nipples and venturing down the middle before making
light tracings back up. She loved the feel of him; his warmth mixed with
strong power of muscle, a body that she could claim as hers. His being,
his heart, his soul, they all belonged to her.
Lee's own hands reached to take her smaller ones firmly within his
grasp. Their fingers intertwined and for a moment, they did nothing more
than look into each other's eyes, their souls carrying on a silent
conversation that conveyed their love and passion. Then he pushed her
hands back down upon the bed while one knee moved to part her thighs.
The tip of his shaft came to rest at her entrance and she inhaled
slightly at the pressuring warmth that begged for admission. She
welcomed the intrusion, needing him to penetrate her and to take her to
heaven.
Slowly he pushed his way in, tenderly reaching for the deepest part of
her that he could obtain. His movements were slow, a sweet in and out
motion. Amanda could feel the friction of his body as he worked in and
out of her, the warmth and the hardness that awoke every erotic nerve in
her being.
Every so often he would stop, to place soft kisses randomly along her
skin. His lips brushed hers, his tongue slid along her neck. At times,
he tightened the grasp that he held her hands in before loosening it
until they were barely touched. Yet, never for a moment, did he diminish
the physical contact that they shared.
It was sweet lovemaking, rising and falling like a mellow melody that
soothed and pleased the listener, holding Amanda firmly entranced by
him. He played her body, producing soft whimpers and coos like an in
instrument player who brought forth those sweet melodies.
She wanted nothing more than to remain locked in this fantasy for a
lifetime and beyond, her body responding to him by grasping him tighter
in a lover's embrace. Her hips rocked in unison with his, enhancing
the movement like a soft background accompaniment.
Their lips met his kiss wondrous in sensation as he claimed her mouth.
His tongue lightly swirled before she opened for him, allowing him yet
another entrance. The kiss turned deep and heady, rocking her already
unstable senses until she was positive that she was falling.
But, no, she didn't. Her lover held onto her, continuing their
union, playing her desires with perfection. Gradually he increased the
intensity of their joining, increasing the speed and power behind his
thrusts, slowly moving her along the path towards complete fulfillment.
Amanda easily matched the increase, attuned to him with a perfection
that resulted only from true love. She allowed him to have his way with
her, gave him the freedom to set the pace, knowing that he would bring
them both to the thrilling crescendo that both so hungrily craved.
She could see it in his eyes, when he felt the need to let go of his
control and finish. He said nothing, his hazel eyes revealing it with
the darkened look of lust and love that now filled them. She replied
nothing, and yet her own brown orbs conveyed her permission for him to
do so.
Soon he was rocking in and out of her with an almost frantic pace, each
movement pounding her deeper into the mattress that served as their
place of joining. Unable to help herself, she began crying out, sexy
moans that conveyed to her partner just exactly what he was doing to
her.
With each thrust, she whimpered beneath him. Lee released her hands and
she frantically clutched his back, her nails scraping his skin as he
thrust into her. She felt his fingers weave through her hair, holding
onto her while their flesh brushed together. Her soft curves slid
against the chiseled planes of him as their movements increased.
Lee's own voice mixed in, groans and husky murmurs of her name
blended with his assertions of his love for her. She felt her body begin
to shudder and soon she was quacking beneath him, crying out his name
while the earth beneath them seemed to move.
His own release followed quickly, several deep thrusts before the final
one that had him spilling into her. He buried himself deeply into her,
crying aloud her name in that one beautiful moment where they were truly
in ecstasy, two lovers joined within a complete and sweet harmony.
He smothered her with fiery kisses, while still buried deep within her,
so deep that she longed for him never to leave. Their bodies still
molded together, their hearts beating together; they relished in the
beauty of the moment, neither willing to part.
Despite the complete satisfaction and sheer joy that filled her from
their joining, she craved more, addicted to him with no desire to give
up the habit in this or any other lifetime.
"More," she whispered against his cheek as they lay together. "I need
more, please," she begged in a breathy voice.
Lee smiled warmly at her before kissing her passionately yet again. If
his kisses could convey a message then this one relayed the fact that he
too, still wanted more and she eagerly awaited the next song of love
that they would produce together.
"You want more," Lee teased her.
"Yes," Amanda whispered feverishly. "Much more, please?"
Her voice sounded like a desperate plea and even as she contemplated the
thought, she felt within her Lee's male heat stirring back to life.
Both were reacting to the strong, lovely sensation that threatened to
claim them each again.
Amanda whimpered as Lee slowly began a sliding motion of nearly
withdrawing and then slipping back into her moist heat until he was
fully aroused, becoming thick and hard within her.
She craved this sweet invasion, desired it more than anything. Her arms
wrapped around Lee's neck, drawing his face down to hers. Their lips
met and she parted for his entrance as eagerly as she had parted her
legs for him. His tongue found passage and soon circled and danced with
hers, imitating the motions of their joining.
Her body seemed to liquefy beneath his as every motion; every touch
slowly moved them closer to their objective.
To the right, to the left.
In and out, slow circles.
Deep thrusts as Lee's hips moved in accord to her desires.
She never wanted to stop the sweet and intimate torture that he was
giving her and Amanda found herself clinging to him possessively,
longing for him to stray never from her heated flesh.
The exquisite sensation of his heated velvet touch burned as she willing
accepted him again and again into her passion-moistened depths.
Amanda's soft moans filled the room as he continually buried himself
deep inside of her, his movements becoming increasingly faster with each
thrust until she knew they both were teetering on the edge.
Lee had initiated their joining with the full intent of her pleasure
alone, now she felt his increasing need and wanted him to abandon
himself completely to his own pleasure.
Her back arched, thrusting her body up into his and she cried out his
name.
More rapidly he began to buck within her and her cries grew louder.
Again and again, her tinier frame was pushed into the mattress as his
powerfully sweat-soaked body thrust deeper and harder, his need for
culmination of their joining overtaking all else.
Amanda knew when he was close and in response, she tightened the grip of
her legs around him until he groaned her name aloud and she felt the
heat of his seed spill into her. Her own climax followed his explosion
and in one fiery culmination, nothing else in the universe existed, save
the two of them.
The bliss that she felt as their bodies had sensually convulsed together
overpowered her and she cried aloud, pressing her mouth to his as
everything around them exploded and it seemed that the heavens were
showering down around them.
Lee Stetson stood at the window, lost in thought as he gazed out at
the white swirls of snow that once again dotted the landscape. He
sighed softly, not wanting to awaken Amanda. While the storm that
pelted down the fluffy white stuff was not categorized as a blizzard,
it was achieving the same result. They were not going to get out of
this little cabin in the wilderness for about another forty-eight
hours, give or take.
Shaking his head, he marveled at how the folks who lived in these
climes could stand it. Granted, the DC metroplex was not the
Caribbean, but it most assuredly was not Alaska either. If this type
of weather continued, he and Amanda would be stranded here until the
spring thaw, which, if he did not miss his guess would occur around
the end of June.
Now there was an interesting thought, the Scarecrow decided. Yeah,
being stranded with Amanda for that long would certainly prove to be
anything but dull. He grinned as he imagined all of the sexcapades
they could have. Alone and with no chance of being uninterrupted.
The smile that he wore upon his handsome face as he quietly slipped
beneath the covers to snuggle with his beloved was huge. In fact,
the bulge beneath his blue boxers was equally huge.
Peaceful quiet in the room is what awakened Amanda. She was so used
to a morning routine that was close to global chaos that the silence
somehow seemed wrong. Slowly, she opened her eyes and reality came
back to her.
The room still had a dark hue; the morning sun had obviously not
fully arisen. Most importantly was the fact that she was snuggled in
Lee's arms, his warmth encircling her under the covers as he still
slumbered.
Not wanting to awaken him, she quietly slipped out from beneath the
covers and made her way into the bathroom. What she needed to get
her day started was a hot shower, something to help soothe the sore
muscles that had nothing to do with her morning workout on Channel 5.
Within minutes, warm water was cascading down upon her, the heat
warming her body. She shampooed her hair, followed by the
conditioner that she left in while lathering soap over her body. A
soft melody formed in her head and soon Amanda was humming as she
washed. So lost in her own thoughts, she was oblivious that her
handsome partner had entered the bathroom as well.
It was not until he began to slide into the shower with her that she
realized he was awake.
"Good morning," Lee told her.
Amanda smiled as she turned to face him. The possibility was indeed
positive for a good morning.
While the hot water rained down upon them, Lee Stetson took the
opportunity to pull Amanda's body close to his, pressing her tightly
against his throbbing erection. His lips met hers, intent on expressing
just how much affection he held for the woman in his arms.
Their lips pressed lightly together, at first, until Lee began to
teasingly pleasure hers, as if making love to her lips. The caresses of
his mouth heightened her morning desire and this was only the first
course, she thought with delight.
His mouth lingered over hers, slowly and softly greeting her with his
own morning display of desire. It was gentle and intoxicating.
Then his tongue probed her bottom lip and she greedily opened to take
him in. Mindlessly they kissed, until they both were forced to
acknowledge the need for air.
*****
"Good morning," Amanda purred in a seductive voice.
Lee's hands turned her around, so that her back was pressed against
his arousal. Then his hands moved to the front, slipping along her wet
skin until he had found her breasts. He captured one in each hand,
cupping them with his palms. Then he began to fondle them, massaging
them while Amanda relaxed into him.
The warmth of the water mixed with his touch, making her breasts ache
for even more of his undivided attention. As if sensing she needed more,
Lee began to knead and stroke with slightly more pressure.
His fingers stroked over her aroused peaks, taunting her nipples with
his fingertips.
Amanda squirmed against him, feeling his hardened staff against her
backside.
"Not fair," she hissed lightly as the attention he was bestowing upon
her was nearly making her scream.
Lee turned her back to face him but he did not stop his assault. This
time he lowered his body, so that his mouth could capture one of her
swollen delights. His tongue flicked and circled, rolling her nipple
before beginning to suck upon it.
He knew when Amanda had reached the point of erotic insanity, and so he
moved his attention to her other rosy bud, bestowing the same sweet
torture upon it.
By this time, Amanda's head was spinning and her knees were quickly
losing the ability to hold her weight. The effect the Scarecrow had upon
her was immense.
A soft moan of his name escaped from her lips and he brought his head up
to gaze into her darkened eyes.
What he saw there was enough to confirm what he had anticipated. Without
wasting a moment, he lifted and placed Amanda exactly where she needed
to be so that he could give her what she needed as well as take what he
wanted.
A soft moan of his name escaped from her lips and he brought his head up
to gaze into her darkened eyes.
What he saw there was enough to confirm what he had anticipated. Without
wasting a moment, he lifted and placed Amanda exactly where she needed
to be so that he could give her what she needed as well as take what he
wanted.
She easily settled down upon his heated shaft, allowing him complete
entry into her eagerly awaiting body. So intense was the feeling of his
penetration that a soft whimper escaped from her lips.
Making love in the shower was not exactly a new concept for them, but
Amanda could not help but think that every time they did, it seemed to
be one of the most erotic and sensual experiences ever known. Perhaps it
was the added bonus of the rushing water and the moist heat or maybe the
thrill of it being something totally different than upon a bed.
Lee's hands cupped her face gently as he gazed into her eyes.
"You are the most incredible woman I have ever know," he told her.
Then his mouth claimed hers, a heady kiss that seemed to last an
eternity as his lips and tongue plundered her own, dizzying her even
more than she had thought possible.
He pulled away, slowly, but the exquisite torture did not end there.
Slowly his fingers traced her cheeks, then slowly down her throat,
gliding along her wet skin while leaving a burning sensation along her
already sexually charged skin.
Still lower his touch drifted, until he was able to cup her breasts and
she felt herself lean forward, away from the shower wall and into his
chest. The slight shift in balance changed the angle of his penetration
and she moaned softly.
It was that moan that took them from gentle play to frenzied lovemaking,
Amanda having to rest her head upon his shoulder, lest she suffer a
concussion from his thrusts.
Together they found their rhythm, quick and hard. Totally satisfying.
Lee reached the heights first; groaning her name aloud as his orgasm
caused him to spill into her. Something about feeling his white-hot
eruption inside her shook her very core completely and her own release
quickly followed as she shuddered within his embrace.
For many long moments afterward, Amanda could do nothing more than
simply hang onto him, her body completely melted by their passion. It
took everything left just to inhale.
Her eyes were closed as she clung to her lover; her body still above the
clouds, her ability to move totally nonexistent. Lee was the one who
tenderly pulled away, slowly settling her down while holding her firmly
within his grasp. Instinctively she knew she had nothing to fear,
despite the fact that her legs could not possibly support her own weight
after their lovemaking. Her beloved Scarecrow supported her and in this
moment that was all that mattered.
*****
Following their romp in the shower, the couple made their way back to
the bed. Any chill that Amanda may have had from their water adventure
Lee wonderfully warded off. In the aftermath of their lovemaking, they
snuggled under the covers, strength drained from their bodies.
"I may never recuperate," Amanda whispered to him.
Lee smiled.
"I hope that's not a complaint."
"No," Amanda told him. "I cherish these moments with you."
Lee kissed the hand that he was holding, his lips touching her skin in
such a way that he conveyed his love to her without saying a word.
"I cherish them too," Lee replied.
They lay together silently for awhile, both lost in thought.
Lee was wondering how exactly to inform her that it had started snowing
out again and that their departure from their little snowbound oasis of
love was yet again delayed.
Amanda's thoughts revolved around the fact that no matter how
wonderful this brief interlude away from reality was it certainly had to
come to an end. Part of her felt selfish for not wanting a conclusion
while reasoning to herself that she might as well enjoy every wonderful
moment of it. Their lives were so unpredictable anymore that there was
no guarantee as to when, or if, the next interlude would occur.
She felt her eyes drifting shut, so pleasant was the feeling of being
protected in his embrace.
Lee smiled as he heard her small sigh, an indicator that she was going
to go to sleep on him. Not that he minded, she certainly deserved the
rest. Lord knew, Lee Stetson had been a very greedy man during this
small respite and Amanda, the minx that she was, had made each sensual
act memory worthy.
Not only did he decide to let her sleep for awhile, he allowed his own
eyes to shut as well, following her into peaceful slumber.
*****
"Lee."
"Lee!"
Amanda's voice brought him out of the erotic dream that he was
having and he slowly opened his hazel eyes, to find her standing beside
the bed with her hands on her hips, gazing at him with one of those
expression.
"Yeah?" he questioned hesitantly.
"Did you know that it was snowing out there? I mean, I'm sure you
knew, you were awake before I was, weren't you, and you didn't
even bother to tell me that there was more snow out there, which can
only mean one thing, right?"
"Oh, yeah, sure?"
He scrubbed his scruffy face with his hand and blinked, trying to
comprehend what she had actually rattled off all in one breath.
"We're not getting out of here right away, are we Lee?"
"Ah, probably not?"
Amanda exhaled and shook her head.
"Just how long does Mother Nature intend to keep us cooped up here? I
mean this is getting ridiculous, and you know my Mother is not, no how,
no way, ever going to believe anything that we tell her, and you know
how I hate lying to her."
"A-man-da," Lee drew her name out slowly.
"It's just a minor setback."
He patted the bed beside him and she sat down.
"I'm sorry," he told her. "If I could have a conversation with the
weather controller, I'd do it, but I can't."
Amanda frowned. "I know, I'm sorry."
Lee wrapped his arms around her and hugged her.
"I'm not."
"You're not?"
Lee grinned at her. "Tell me you've regretted on single moment of
this adventure?"
Amanda had to smile at that.
"Well, honestly?"
"Yeah?"
She leaned in and kissed him.
"I've loved every minute of it."
"I knew you'd see it my way."
"So, uh, when do you think that we might get out of here?"
Lee shrugged. "Depends on how heavy the snowfall is and how long it
lasts. Maybe another couple of days."
"Oh," she said.
"You have a problem with that?"
Amanda looked deep into his hazel eyes and nodded, slowly.
"Yes, we both have a problem with that, a rather large problem."
Lee frowned.
"There's you, me, the bed? I don't see a problem."
"Trust me, there's a problem, big fella."
*****
Lee failed to follow Amanda's train of thought.
They had food, they had each other, and they certainly were not cold.
What could be such a problem that she was worried?
"Honey, what's the matter?" Lee asked her.
"I don't have anymore," she told him.
"Have anymore what?"
She smiled at him. "Well, you know I didn't expect to be away this
long, and I did think about it, but then I figured we'd be home
before this, so I didn't."
"You didn't what?"
"I don't have the next refill for my pills."
"Oh," Lee said, not quite following her.
Then he followed with another louder, longer, "Oh."
"You're finished with the pack?"
"I need to start the next pack, tomorrow."
"So you're covered, I mean for what we've done already?"
Gosh, he certainly hoped so.
"Yeah," she answered. "And that's not really such a big problem,
except that if we're going to be here another couple of days, well,
then I don't think it'd be such a good idea, you know?"
Lee contemplated the idea for a very brief moment.
He was alone, in a cabin, with Amanda. They possible had one or two more
days of free time. Hours upon hours available to them, to do whatever
their hearts wanted.
In a flash a very nude Lee Stetson bolted out of bed and raced into the
bathroom. Amanda smiled as she listened to each and every drawer in the
cabinet being opened, a brief pause, followed by some use of colorful
adjectives.
In that moment Amanda King prayed that he found a value size box of
condoms somewhere in there, and that if he didn't find them in the
bathroom, there was no doubt that the great Scarecrow would turn the
place inside out seeking some.
She would hold her secret for awhile, let him sweat it out, agonize
about it for a little while.
Then maybe, maybe if he were really and truly a very good boy, she would
let him know that she had two of them in her purse, kept there solely
for emergencies. After all, she was entitled to a secret or two of her
own, right.
The End Or is it?
Story Notes:
Of course, the standard Scarecrow & Mrs. King legalese applies, the
characters and so forth are owned by Warner and Shoot the Moon, the
revered Corvette, is, as if there were any doubt, not harmed in any
way, fashion, or form, and Lee and Amanda will be returned safely.
characters and so forth are owned by Warner and Shoot the Moon, the
revered Corvette, is, as if there were any doubt, not harmed in any
way, fashion, or form, and Lee and Amanda will be returned safely.