NaNoWriMo 6

Tom brought out his ledger book and sat at the table. Abbey looked on and together they calculated costs for animals, feed, appropriate dwellings, seed and trees. Initially it would not be too expensive to get started with the cost defrayed over the winter and into spring. They planned for specific vegetable crops that most people in the area did not grow in abundance, the more affluent of the vegetables if you will allow, along the lines of asparagus, artichokes and various colored tomatoes. They also planned for easy to grow vegetables that would produce quickly with large portions so as to not only fill their larder but to have fresh produce for the store. They discussed hens and chicks, which would be better for laying and which would be better for meat. It was also brought up the need for a part time hand to help with all the chores when the time came. The evening was filled with so much conversation and planning it was late by the time they climbed the stairs for bed. It wasn’t until they reached the bedroom door that abbey realized they were again sharing a bed and became visibly nervous. Tom made an excuse to double check the doors and fire while she scrambled into her nightgown and climbed under the covers but not before turning the lamp flame down very low and leaving it on Tom’s side of the room. She lay flat on her back, board straight with her eyes closed. She tried to slow her breathing and not move when she heard Tom enter and cross over to his side of the bed. She heard the rustle of his clothes and the heavy thud of his boots as he undressed. The bed gave as he climbed on and stretched out along side of her. He shuffled around blowing out the lamp, situating himself on the mattress and finally giving a long sigh of relaxed pleasure. The sheets were cold but had begun to warm under her body and slowly she let the tension leave her muscles. Tom shifted and his feet came into contact with hers. His feet touching her feet startled her and she jerked her foot back. In the dark Tom let out a muffled kind of laugh, turned on his side. He reached out an arm and pulled her body tight into his. His face buried in the lemony scent of her hair he whispered in her ear. “Goodnight, Abbey. You are safe with me this night.� “Goodnight, Tom.� Whispered words filled the night air in front of her. She shifted and turned on her side facing away from him and snuggled a little deeper into his arms and against his chest. He cradled her thighs against his and they slept. Abbey’s eyes blinked open and closed in the dark gray light of early morning. Her body was warm and soft, resting against Tom’s. during the night their feet tangled together in a comfortable fashion as if they had been sleeping together for years with their movements carefully choreographed by their unconscious selves. She was caught between lying still in the quiet of the morning listening to the breathing of the sleeping man beside her and easing his arm off of her and slipping out of bed to begin her day. Both had good and bad sides to them. The good was she might drift off into sleep again in the luxury of tom’s arms. The bad was Tom might wake if she were to sleep again and he would leave the house without breakfast and her seeing him for a good morning. Getting out of bed meant she could greet him on her own terms, prepared with his breakfast and the day awaiting him. The bad side she wouldn’t get to explore what it meant to not be safe in Tom’s bed and arms. The last thought made her shiver in unanticipated delight. These secrets of marriage still yet to be discovered were mysterious and intriguing to her. She wanted to discover them yet at the same time she felt shy, intimidated even frightened of the unknown. While the battle waged on in her head she missed the tell tail signs of Tom stirring slowly to wakefulness behind her. She did become aware of something ledged painfully between them that left an uncomfortable ache in her lower back. She shifted to change her position but whatever it was seemed to press more pointedly into flesh. With her arm contorted to reach behind and between them to discover whatever was lodged between them in sleep her hand encountered his warm flesh. Pressing her fingers along her back and his stomach she reach the object and as her fingers closed around it she realized the object in question wasn’t an object but instead Tom’s rock hard flesh. “Sweet Jesus,� the words flew out of her mouth before she knew she had said them. She jerked her hand back and tried to still the gallop racing of her heart and the jolt that zapped through her body like lightening. Tom moaned into her ear. His sighing breath passed warm on her skin and he pressed himself more firmly into her, his hips slightly rocking against her. The arm that had held her against hi all night slid up then down. The length of is arm stretching and his hand running itself up her leg, over her hip, firm against her belly and ribs were it reached her breast and gently cupped the heavy globe loose under the cotton of her nightgown. Instinctively she moaned as her tender fleshed began to swell and harden under his palm. His lips found her ear and grazed her cheek. She turned in his arms and lifted her face to meet his. His hand found hers and pulled it between them. He pressed against her palm and wrapped her fingers around his length. He pressed his bent knee between hers and let his hair roughened calf rub her softer smother legs. The brush of his fur covered leg excited her. She loved the feel of him rough and hard and hair covered against her. She had the urge to rub herself from head to toe against his body. Knowingly he hushed and soothed her excitement, slowing their movements, prolong each touch, each taste, each discovery. Mingled breathes and sighs filled the room as they discovered one another in a way they never had before. Her hands discovered what made him groan and ask for more. His mouth learned the taste of her skin and the velvety smoothness of her softly full feminine flesh. Each discovery was a delight and a joy. She never wanted the moment to end. In soft whispered breathes and movements of her body under his hands she asked for more and he willingly gave her everything she asked for. As heat built between them she found herself pushing the bed clothes away. Her neck and along the line of her hair was damp with perspiration. The heat continued to build and flood through her limbs. She felt as if any moment she would burst into flames. Tom’s rock hard body radiated the same sizzling heat. One body kindled the fire in the other until they were both covered in a fine sheet of sweat. When his hands pushed her gown up further and further she didn’t protest. She wanted the offending material off her body. She lifted her arms letting him drag it over her head. She rolled closer and pressed herself into his body. She slid against him and groaned as the soft hair on his body raked against her tender flesh. She protested as he rolled her onto her back and moved his body away. He didn’t move far and where his body had pressed against her his moth found those places and her protests turned to encouraging pleasure. His tongue found the throbbing pulse at the base of her throat. He ate his away across her collar bones and done the centerline of her breast bone. His hands cupped and lifted her breasts to his mouth. His lips scraped over the tips of her taunt nipples parting let his tongue flick and taste. Her fingers pushed through his hair encouraging him to pay more attention to the throbbing ache that was deep inside her chest. She arched her back and forced herself upwards. He obliged her unspoken request by pulling each one into his mouth and sucking firmly, rubbing his tongue on the tightly puckered flesh that rose in pink tips. First one then the other. Each hand full to overflowing with the rounded globe of a full figured woman. He pressed them together and pulled his tongue back and forth over them at the same time until she forced his head to pull one firmly back into his mouth. The heat in her lower abdomen was threatening to consume her. She wanted more. She wanted something. She had no idea what it was she wanted. Her shaky voice begged him to put her out of her misery, to quench the fire and to fill the need that screamed through every vein of her body. Tom slowed and brushed her hair back from her face. He looked into her half hooded eyes and took in the sight of her red flushed cheeks. His gentle voice shushed her softly promising to make her feel so much better. His words soothed her fevered soul. She trusted him and willingly would follow where he wanted to lead. Slowly with quiet words and gentle encouragement he settled himself between her legs easing himself inch by inch into her moist hot depths. As her flesh closed around him he could barely contain his pleasure. He stilled her with his words asking her not to move until he could regain his control. With a rhythm as old as the ebb and flow of the tides he brought them both to the peak of the mountain ranges of pleasures and plunged them over the edge in a free fall of screaming emotion. They clung to one another in mesh of open mouths and grasping hands. Her legs encircle his waist. Her heels locked at the small of his back. She held on to him and took everything he had to offer giving the same in return. Abbey was completely overwhelmed by her initiation into womanhood. Her body was quivering and sobs left her shaking. Tom whispered in her ear, kissing away the salty streams that fell from the corners of her eyes. He lips pressed her lids closed as he engulfed her in his arms and held against his chest. As their bodies cooled and the air settled on them he reached down and pulled the bedclothes up over them both. Soft hiccups slowed as Abbey’s breathing returned to normal. It wasn’t long before she was sleeping in his arms. He knew he needed to rise and start the day but this moment was more important than anything else in his life. So he stayed and held her while she slept as the morning sunshine broke the eastern sky and began to filter into the windows. So many times over the past years he had dreamed of this moment and others like it. Since his boyhood he had dreams of marrying Abbey. As he grew and matured so had his dreams and fantasies. The adage ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’ certainly rang true for him. He had been in love with Abbey as a boy and he was in love with her now. He knew who she was inside and out. He knew where she came from and never made her feel shame for being born into a poor family. She was everything he ever dreamed of and everything he ever wanted. He watched her tear stained face as it softened in sleep. Her lashes lay dark against her skin. Her mouth was swollen from kisses and stained red from the passion of they shared. There was a strength and innocence to her like none he had ever encountered in another woman. She was genuine and giving. She was woman with a loving heart and gentle spirit. She was also smart as a whip and knew her own mind. She wasn’t the type to be led into something she didn’t want to do. He had followed the best advice he had ever been given. Choose the woman who is to be your wife very wisely. Do not marry the woman you can live with, instead marry the woman you cannot live without.