I stood next to my barking, snarling Rottweiler, ripped the plastic off a big, huge, juicy steak with a thick, meaty bone in and threw it to him. He nabbed it in mid-air, settled down and started gnawing.
Then I pounced.
And finally I surprised Vance Ouray Crowe.
In the beginning he thought I was going to fight him. Couldn’t really fight someone with your tongue in his mouth.
Well, you could but it wasn’t my style.
I was all over him. My hands were all over him. My mouth was all over him.
He was na**d which, if I wasn’t in desperation mode to get him to shut up and pay attention to me, I would have thought was kind of brazen considering the fact that we were over.
Instead I thought it was good. A time saver.
When he realized I wasn’t attacking him, his arms went around me with a force that squeezed my breath out of me and that was it.
It was hot, heavy, lots of everything like we hadn’t seen each other in three years rather than three days. I got astride him and lifted up, pulling my nightie over my head while he watched. When I was done, he rolled me over and tore off my underwear.
Then we went back at it.
Within minutes I was at Grade Nine.
“I want you inside me,” I said breathlessly in his ear.
He started to pull away.
“Where are you going?” I was no longer breathless but sounding loud and a little bit shrill.
“Condom,” was all he said.
Oh.
That.
I yanked him to me and rolled on my back, opening my legs and his h*ps slid between them. “In a minute,” I said.
“Jules –”
“In a minute.”
His head came up and he looked at me, hair around his shoulders just as beautiful as ever.
Then I could swear I saw a hint of a grin before his face disappeared in my neck.
Then he slid inside.
* * * * *
After we were done and once Vance had come back to me after going to the bathroom and dealing with the condom which he did finally use and showed me how to put it on (which gave a new dimension to birth control that I liked very much and I got the impression that he liked even better), I laid in his arms, we were side-by-side, my face tucked into his throat.
I had no ridiculous thoughts about my wardrobe or summer camp because my Rottweiler had looked up from his bone and had begun to growl.
Hush, I whispered.
My Rottie cocked his head, whined a bit then went back to his bone.
Through my mental turmoil Vance was silent.