23 Hot Stove (1/2)

Sam felt his fingers against her ribs and how he pushed them gently under her armpit forward. Sam closed her eyes with pleasure and felt hot waves streaming through her body. His fingers touched the full curve of her bosom and continued to slide forward. Sam pulled her lower lip into her mouth with her teeth. 'Come on, go ahead.' she fired in his mind. As his fingers touched her nipple, Sam felt as if she had been struck by an electric shock, she exhaled intensely. Suddenly Brutus withdrew his fingers as if he had touched a hot stove.

The mattress rocked as he stood up jerkily. Sam watched in disbelief as he hurried out of the room. Did he say something else? She sank irritated on her pillow. What the hell was he having a problem with? They were two adults. Had he interpreted Sam's expelled breath as rejection?

Sam snuggled into her bed. Tomorrow she would tell him that his touch had not been unpleasant. Satisfied, Sam fell asleep and dreamed passionate teenage nonsense, in which Brutus played a very central role.

The next day Sam waited in vain for Brutus' visit. It was not until the following night, when Sam secretly stood by the open window in the dark and blew the smoke of her cigarette through the bars, that she heard the door squeaking over the linoleum. Sam was so frightened that she burned her fingers at the butt.

”Shit,” she swore and looked frantically to the door.

A huge shadow stood motionless in the moonlight. Relieved, she groaned, ”Brutus?”

He was with her in three quick steps and she casually assumed that he wore no uniform but blue jeans and a black shirt.

Sam flicked the cigarette through the bars. ”I thought you did not come anymore.” She pouted.

He put an arm around her waist, pulled her close and dug a hand into her thick hair. He gently massaged her neck. Sam looked up at him. Her hands slid over his chest and upper arms. She felt his huge muscles under the smooth fabric. Before Sam could say anything, he closed her lips with a passionate kiss.

Maybe he had come to run away with her. In Sam's mind an idyllic scene took shape. Freedom - Property - Family. Sam sighed and urged her body against his. She felt his fingers on her neck and shortly afterwards Sam's shirt fell to the floor.

His strong arms lifted her and Sam wrapped her legs around his hips. Slowly, he stepped over to the bed and carefully laid Sam on it.