Tsunami Across My Heart Read Free

to him in the morning, and the flirtation began again in earnest as soon as we opened our eyes. His kisses were sweet. I had no regrets about bringing him home with me. We gave in to the day and left my place late in the morning.
    During breakfast if I wasn’t touching his hand, then my foot rested against his under the table. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face and he looked delicious in my sweats and rubber flip flops. We read the morning paper, had our coffee and were unusually comfortable together. Eventually he looked up, and put the paper aside.
    “I have a suggestion” he said.
    “Ok. Shoot.” I took a final sip of my lukewarm coffee, and set it aside.
    “Take me back to my hotel and let’s make love all afternoon.”
    I stared at him. I wanted nothing more. Time felt suspended, unimportant and the way he eased my soul, I didn’t want to even consider saying no to his invitation. The sun heated my face and my eyes sparkled back at him with mischief when I said, “We better go to the pharmacy and buy some kind of protection for ourselves.”
    He smiled. “Yeah, we best do that right away” and he stood up and came around to my side of the table to pull out my chair, “Time’s a wasting, let’s get out of here.” He held my hand and pulled me eagerly to the car through the small parking lot, making me laugh and hurry along.
    We went in to a pharmacy close to his hotel, and we spent an inordinate amount of time picking out what kind of condoms to get. I was not accustomed to taking care of this detail myself, as I considered it a manly thing to do, and not the responsibility of a lady. The whole time he teased me about both my flush and my blush. I couldn’t hide my desire for him, but it embarrassed me to show it so much.
    “Here we have the multi-colored new and improved day-glo condoms if you like these my Dear. Or if you prefer we have the ribbed… and oh look, these are little spermicidal maniacs! Would you prefer the Trojan brand or perhaps one of these other brands? Where are those French ticklers??? Whatever are you blushing about?” he laughed as he finally stopped to take a breath.
    “You’re killing me here… come on let’s go you silly man” the red in my face refusing to subside and I could not quit smiling at him. We took our supply to the counter, holding hands and smiling at one another in anticipation. The clerk said,  
“I hope you’re going to have a nice day.” To which I blushed profusely and Eric started tossing random items onto the counter to detract from the purpose of our visit. There went some gum, a Hotwheel, a couple of Horoscope Scrolls, and two candy bars. He was funny and eased my embarrassment.
    “Oh we’re just having a rather innocent afternoon…” he smiled devilishly and the clerk laughed as I blushed even harder than before.
    In the car, we held hands tenderly. Once we got to his room, we eagerly peeled one another’s clothes off, but stood in the darkened room beside the huge bed naked, and trembling at one another’s touch. He was Divine inspiration standing there in all his glory. His muscles, smooth, sinewy, well defined, he felt strong and oh so sexy. His arms pulled me to him and my fingers traveled down his biceps, and slid under his arms and I pressed my naked body against him. He deftly pulled me into the bed and the sheets were ice cold, but the blankets heavy and the heat between us quickly warmed the bed. We spent the rest of the afternoon talking and laughing, touching and building one another up and then letting the excitement rest again. His perfection extended to how he made me feel as a woman, and when he finally slid inside of me it was like a hand to a glove, the perfect fit, and I never wanted that day to end. I never regretted asking him to stay the night, or our being together and becoming lovers.
    The next morning he checked out of his hotel and came back to stay with me. What was the point of his keeping the room when we