Romance: Seducing The Quarterback (31 page)

They also had indoor plumbing in Dodge. Well at least
Charlie’s house – their house – did. Hailey already felt positively spoiled.
She walked through the house behind the older woman, up a grand and winding
staircase. It was actually almost too much for her to climb the stairs; Hailey
was that worn out. 

Willa helped her remove her travel-soiled clothes. Hailey
stepped into the full bathtub. As she crouched into the water, the
blisters smarted. She hissed with pain.

“What’s the matter?” asked Willa.

“I think I have sores from coach,” she replied. “In fact I
know I do.”

Willa handed her a plate with a biscuit and crispy side
bacon. Hailey ate in the bath.  Willa disappeared and returned with a jar of
goo. She set it aside. She pulled the pins from Hailey’s hair and released the
front sections piled atop her head.   

She took her plate and set it aside, then poured pitcher
after pitcher of warm water over her, soaking her tresses. She lathered her up
with lavender shampoo.  

Willa massaged her head. Hailey was paralyzed with the
relaxing pins and needles feeling she got whenever anyone played with her hair.
It was one of the most soothing sensations she had ever experienced. She needed
it after her journey.  

She nodded off in the bathtub. Willa nudged her, then pulled
the plug. The water glugged loudly as it drained. Hailey carefully climbed out
of the tub and walked right into a rich terry cloth that Willa held out for
her.

Willa guided her out into the bedroom, to sit at a
vanity. Willa toweled and brushed her hair for her. She made Hailey stand,
letting the towel drop and she dabbed each her blisters with the goo. They felt
so much better. Willa battered her gently with a powder puff and helped
into a nightgown laid out for her. She explained it was a present from Charlie.

Willa was about to slip on a pair of satin slippers when
Charlie knocked at the door. Willa scurried from the room. Hailey was seized
with nervousness. She had carefully planned the entire trip and to go
through with the marriage but now that she was alone with her new husband she
realized what was to come next. And she had no idea what to do now. She
clutched the vanity seat.

“Easy,” he laughed softly.

He crouched so that he could be face to face with her.

“Listen,” he said. He picked a damp strand of her hair and
twirled it in his finger. “I know this is our wedding night and all but you
have to be plum worn out.”

He took her by the hand and led her to bed. He drew
down the corner of the bedding.  He scooped her up and laid her down,
drawing the covers back up around.  

“Get some rest and we’ll work on a honeymoon tomorrow night,”
he hovered over her before kissing her lightly on the lips.

The touch of Charlie’s lips to hers transformed her. She had
feelings that were so powerful. His touch gave her acute insight as to what to
do on a wedding night for her body screamed for his. She slept a deep fast
sleep but then woke up tossing and turning. Her mind was filled with images of
his handsome face. Her body filled with need for him.

Hailey rose from her bed. Her room lit just enough from the
moon streaming in through the window. She opened her door and felt the walls of
the pitch-black hallway. She was going to find him.

The hallway opened up to a stairway that wound around to the
living room that was lit by the moon with several windows on each wall. Through
the window she could see a shadowy figure. The outline of a man. Charlie.

Hailey pushed out onto the porch though Charlie heard her
before he saw her.  He faced her as she stepped out onto the porch. He was
smoking a cherry scented cigar and drinking a glass of whiskey. He smiled at
her.

“What are you doing up?” he asked.

“I have the same question for you? Didn’t you sleep?” she
asked.

“No, I have not been to bed yet. It is a bit unusual for
me,” he said.

He took one more hit off of his cigar before he doused it. He
took the last sip of his whiskey before he set it down. He rose. He was so
wonderfully tall. He was broad-framed. His hair brushed his face in sweet
bending waves. His eyes were clear blue. His lips were rosy and full and just
the slight wash of a smile curl his mouth.

He was closing in on her. He took her face in his hands. She
was already looking up to him, waiting for him. She tiptoed to reach her mouth
to his. His tongue swept her mouth and she started. But he didn’t stop.

He penetrated her mouth tasting the insides of her cheek,
the roof of her mouth. He trailed the tip of his tongue with maddening
slowness. Hailey trembled as she stood and took it. She lightly braced her
hands on his, steading herself as she gave her mouth over to his.

His traced the length of her neck with the lightest pressure
of his fingertips. Trails of tingles traveled from his touch to her very core.
They spread throughout her body.  Her nipples were hard and they pressed
against the chaste neckline of her nightgown.

He found them. In the dusk, his fingers went right to them.
He grazed their tips with his thumb. She was shocked. But then she was
thrilled. She had no idea that people did such things. 

His kissing took on a new fierceness. He was no longer soft
or slow. He pert near mauled her. His hands traveled down her back and cupped
her buttocks. His powerful palm stroked behind her thigh and encouraged it
upward.  He gripped behind her knee that was as high as it could go.

With a single move he had the other knee in his grip and she
was up, straddling him standing up. Her hands instinctively wrapped around his
massive shoulders. They were kissing endlessly. Her nightly rose up, exposing
her thighs. His hands were on her skin.

With her on him, he walked her into the house. She was too
aroused to be nervous or to give thought to what was to happen next. She was
too immersed in pure passion. It was a new wonder for her. She had never
experienced anything like it.

He climbed the winding staircase, with her wrapped around
his torso, with ease.  He could kiss and walk at the same time. Finally, she
could tell by his footfall that he had reached the second floor. He lightly
kicked the door. 

She had expected him to take them to the bedroom where she
had just awakened. It was grand bedroom. But it was not half as grand as the
one he took her took. This was sweeping and elegantly appointed, not that other
one was shabby. He laid her down on a bed that had draped canopy. Her body felt
as though she were sinking in a cloud.

Charlie stood up straight. He unbuttoned his shirt. Hailey
sat up with alarm.

“What are you doing?” she asked with a delicate fright.

Charlie bent over her, swept his fingers in her hair.

“It will be fine, sweetheart,” he whispered. 

She looked into his eyes and her fear was grounded. She was
not so afraid at all.   He was about the most handsome husband she could have
wished for. Somehow the way he looked and the way he made her feel when he
touched her did much to cure any nervousness.

Charlie slid his shirt from his magnificent body. His
muscles were hard and defined. He rippled with definition, no doubt cut from
all of the work he did. His shoulders were broad and his waist was tapered. He
was so big and tall and wonderfully made that she was just not afraid.

He gently pressed her back so she lay flat against the
mattress. His hands found the hem of her nightgown. They trailed searing heat
as he slid them up her naked thigh. When he got so far, her hand found his and
she slowed him down. She would not allow his hand to go any higher

“No?” he asked in a gentle flirtatious voice.

He kissed her. It was her undoing. She melted from the
inside out, her innards hot and wet as he swirled his tongue in her mouth. In
this way he created a delicious distraction. The hem of her nightgown was up to
her waist. A jolt of shock and thrill rushed her when that happened. She gasped
against his lips.

Charlie was smooth. He worked his pants off and felt her at
the same time.  The only thing Hailey was sure to do herself was the kissing
part. She returned his kiss in her own clumsy passionate was. The widowed
Hailey had such experiences to be sure; but this was an imposter Hailey. A
younger maiden sister playing Hailey and as such she had never had such contact
with a man.

She didn’t mind it one bit though it was daunting. The fact
that she was married gave her a certain fearlessness. Until she spied from her
lowered lids that he was naked. His body was spectacular from head to toe but
he had a raging hardness that she knew he meant to put into her body and she
recoiled.

Charlie took firm but gentle hold of her hips so that she
could not scoot too far away from him. He now lay beside her and stroked her
patiently. His kisses now moved. They trailed to the very sensitive line of her
jaw, to just below her ear. A surge of powerful pleasure gripped and caused her
to clutch at her core. A ragged cry tore from deep within her. She liked it
when he kissed that spot a lot.

“You don’t have to be nervous,” he whispered as he stroked
her. “I am your husband. You are so safe with me.”

As his kisses went one way, his hands went another. They
were lying face-to-face, side-by-side. His mouth potently pleasured the base of
her neck, swelling her with arousal. His hands and his thighs worked to part
her legs and to keep them open.

His fingers found her center. His own touch was slick at the
opening of her body.  Nervousness and heat chorded within her and spread
through her belly. She trembled against her lips but she was so excited, so filled
with the intoxicating effects of his touch that she relented.

He rose above her, brushed her hair with his hand, gazing
into her eyes. She thought he was going to kiss her but he descended. He pushed
back on his hands, placing his face where his fingers had been. He gripped her
hips as he put his mouth on her. 

Hailey had some information from her sister about what went
on between a man and a woman on their wedding night but this part was not in
their frank conversation.  According to her sister, this was the necessary part
of being married. It wasn’t pleasant but it didn’t last long. That’s what she
was told. Hailey wondered when the unpleasant part happened.

Charlie’s tongue plunged into her. The opening of her body
was filled with heat that flushed throughout her. She knew what he was doing to
her was completely wicked but it was utterly irresistible. He pinched up the
top of her sex, isolating it, batting it with the tip of his tongue. He showed
her no mercy, unceasingly inflicting incredibly pleasure.

She felt her chest tighten. The pleasure consumed her. It
set her whole belly on fire. The strange and wonderful feeling bathed every
part of her. Instinctively, her hips rocked up against his lips, searching and
seeking more. 

Charlie slipped a finger inside of her. He stroked the walls
of her sensitized channel, pressing every spot that sent her tumbling into
deeper ecstasy. Hailey could hardly think. She writhed and pumped, completely
possessed by passion. She wavered in and out of reality, floating on a cloud of
unbelievable sensations and back to the reality of her handsome powerful
husband with his shoulders underneath her knees.

Finally, he laid her knees to either side of him so that
they were wide.  She was vulnerable the center of her in his plain view. She
was drenched with her body fluid and his. She was drunk with arousal.

He was now up above her, his fine body filling her vision.
He was a spectacular looking man. His touch, his beauty, his gentleness. Hailey
was infatuated with her new husband. Her eyes were glued to his face,
mesmerized by it. His hands were between them, levering the tip of hardness to
the center of her body.

She felt the tip of him go inside of her. Her sister had
described pain. So far she had experienced none. Charlie put his soft hot mouth
on hers, plundering inside of her, sweeping ever surface, owning her. He
slipped his arm beneath her lower back. With a single thrust he pushed into
her.

Hailey cried out. She arched against him, blinking as the
jab of pain smarted.  They both were still. Charlie took her jaw in his fingers
and he looked her straight in the eye. His eyes were almost scolding as he
studied her. He kissed her again, taking her lower lip between his teeth
sometimes and gently nibbled.

Finally, he moved. He pressed his thumb at the apex of her
legs, working that spot vigorously. Her pleasure escalated almost unbearably.
Hailey gripped his shoulders for dear life as he worked her and stroked her at
the same time.

Charlie was feverish, his wrist ministering her back and
forth rapidly, while he pumped into her with wickedly slow movement. Hailey’s
core coiled up. The pressure building and building. She was certain she would
burst but he kept on. He clamped his lips at the sensitive base of neck,
flicking the dip there with his tongue. She exploded.

Spasms gripped her, clutching his hardness sending more
pleasure throughout her. She was drenched with deliciousness. Her body exploded
with unspeakable sweetness, every muscle of her belly rippling with it. Her thighs
shook as he now took hold of her buttocks and drove into her. 

His hardness and his rhythm triggered more incredible
sensation, seemed to cause the effect of the spasms to increase. It was nothing
short of rapture. He moaned.  It was like a lone sad wind that blew from him
while her cries were shrill. Squeals.

Hailey’s body pulsed with the glow of their union. She
crumpled helplessly under him, in a state of complete bliss. He moved to the
side of her, collapsed in the same state. He stroked her for the longest time
until he withdrew from her. Physically and emotionally.

As soon as their pleasure moved on, Charlie made sure that
she was nicely tucked in before rolling over and going to sleep. Hailey lay in
the dark wondering if his going to sleep was customary on a wedding night. Her
body was sore from travel and from their loving. She felt sort of empty. She
felt sort of hurt.