Innocent or Not? {A Closed Thread for Adapt and myself}

[Leetah]

Terry Blaine had had a very tiring day, and she was thankful to be heading home at last. Home to her dear old farmhouse, with its huge front porch and creaking swing, its peeling paint and neat flowerbeds. She thought of the long, hot bath she would take after the supplies were put away, and sighed, knowing it would be awhile yet. Going to town for her weekly shopping trip was always tiring, especially since she lived so far out in the country, and alone to boot, but she wouldn't have had it any other way. Terry was very independent; she'd had to be, ever since inheriting the farm 8 years ago, at 18. Her parents had died in a car crash, leaving everything to her as their only child. She had struggled at first to keep things running smoothly, but had succeeded, determined to keep the home and land she loved so well. She owned several acres that she leased as grazing land, and a few wooded ones as well, that she kept posted, not allowing any hunting. She loved the animals that roamed about her land, and planted a small garden just for the deer and rabbits. They pretty much left her larger garden patch alone because of it.

Terry rounded the last curve of the dirt road, thankful again to have no neighbors nearby. It allowed her the peace and quiet she so loved, as well as the privacy she craved. She knew she needed help on the place, but she loved being alone. The hard work helped keep her fit and attractive, although she didn't worry too much about her looks. She was 5'3", with a petite frame, but very curvy. She had long, auburn hair, that she kept pulled back out of her way in a long braid most of the time, clear, expressive hazel eyes with long lashes, high cheekbones and a heart-shaped face. Her stomach was flat, and she possessed the kind of figure most men dream of. She wasn't interested in attracting a man at the moment, although she was aware that it had been almost 7 months since she'd been intimate with anyone, when she'd broken up with Jake. She did miss the physical side of that relationship, but Jake had turned out to be an arrogant asshole, and she was far too independent for his macho bullshit. He was good in bed, though, and she'd been almost tempted today when she'd seen him to take him up on his offer of dinner, but she knew that it would only send the wrong message, so she'd turned him down again. He wasn't too happy about that, but that was just too bad.

Ah, home at last! Terry pulled her truck into the yard, glancing about as usual, feeling the pride of ownership. She was so thankful that she owned her farm outright, and didn't have to worry about a mortgage payment. She climbed out of the cab of the truck, and carried a couple of bags of groceries to the door, setting them down on the step as she unlocked it. She quickly unloaded all her foodstuffs, getting the cold things put away first, then everything else. She thought briefly of getting out of her jeans and slipping on a pair of shorts to go with her tank top, but decided against it, since she'd soon be bathing anyway. Instead, she headed out to the barn, to check on her stallion, Shadow. She wanted to make certain he was well fed and settled before settling in for the evening herself. As she neared the barn, she could hear him whickering, and pawing at the floor, and she frowned. Shadow was a very calm horse, and for him to be so unsettled, something had to be wrong. She walked into the dim interior, smelling the familiar and comforting scents of hay and horseflesh, but nothing else. Terry made her way over to Shadow's stall, calling softly to him, her voice made even more soothing by the southern accent that she wasn't even aware of.

"What's wrong, boy?" Her gentle fingers stroked his velvet nose. He rolled his eyes, and nuzzled her palm, but still was uneasy. She noticed he kept looking over into a shadowy corner of the barn near his stall, and wondered if a fox or bobcat had come into the barn. She stroked his nose again, and then moved slowly toward the shadows, expecting to see a furry creature. What she did not expect to see was the man crouched in the shadows, his tangled hair falling into his eyes as he peered up at her. Her eyes widened in surprise, as he rose to his full height, now that he had been spotted. After the initial shock wore off, Terry felt fury flooding through her. "Who the HELL are you and what are you doing in my barn?!" Her voice was sharp with anger, and her hazel eyes shot sparks at him, as she pulled herself as tall as possible, her hands balled into fists on her hips

 

[Adapt]

-Panting he continued to run, looking down at the blood on his hands, shaking his head, he continued, slipping from doorway to doorway¡¦

¡°STOP RIGHT THERE!¡± a police officer belted as he came thru the doorway, Derrick looked towards the doorway, his eyes were wide as he crouched low, spun across the floor and flipping up, his fingers around the Glock, his thumb clipped the mans finger, forcing the bullet fire, letting it fire off towards another officer that followed, pegging him in his arm, making the officer drop the weapon, before stealing it away from the officer he jumped towards

¡°Sorry, please, don¡¯t follow¡± he spoke, his voice not harsh at all, a bit soft actually, he took off down the ally way, tossing the weapon to the trash bags that he crossed, closing towards the end of the ally, he looked down fixing his clothing, looking up, not expecting an officer, his eyes shot wide as the man leveled his weapon, he tried to stop, but due to momentum he slipped slightly and fell forward, falling into hum, a shoulder press knocked them both to the ground, falling on the weapon, a loud discharge as he slipped from the officer and to her stomach, slipping off the man¡¦

Looking up slightly, he eyes slipped down and closed finally falling unconscious¡¦

His eyes open slightly¡¦

He was in the hospital and caught, next was his trial¡¦

3 Months later¡¦

¡°Orange doesn¡¯t look good on you man¡± Derrick looked up to see another convict next to him on the bus¡¦

¡°You look worse buddy¡± he chuckled and looked down slightly, the chains held him to his seat¡¦

¡°What did you do to deserve this?¡± the convict asked, a slight chuckle on his face¡¦

¡°Nothing much, only killed 47 people¡± he sighs a bit¡¦

¡°Whoa dude stay away from me¡± the man scooted slightly, Derrick looked down to his hands, he could still practically still see the blood¡¦

¡°They weren¡¯t neighborly people, they burned bike tires in the middle of the night, drank and was loud till all hours of night¡± he sighs as he looked back to him ¡°I¡¯m really a nice person¡¦¡± the man looked back to him¡¦

¡°Like the rest of us?¡± he laughed, Derrick chuckled in respect and looked back down to his hands, as the bus stopped at a light, on of the convicts got up¡¦

¡°Yo Driver, I need to take a shit¡± the bus laughed along with the rather large man¡¦

¡°Why don¡¯t you just take a seat¡± the officer aboard offered, little did he know every time he looked away, the convict took had jimmied the lock, soon to the officers discontent the man got a shot into the genitals, the Driver recoiled, looking back only to be met with a boot to the face, instantly knocking him out¡¦

¡°Were the fuck out of here now!¡± the man roared as he took the wheel and started on the interstate, soon reaching the end, he hand gotten off the roads and went as long as the bus would go¡¦

¡°Alright, lets get the fuck out of here¡± he laughed and opened the door, letting the rest loose¡¦

They had all left in minutes, sighing softly as he looks up, he was the last on the bus, taking to his feet, moving over to the seat where the man had jimmied his locks, taking the very same pick and unlocking himself as well¡¦

Stepping off the bus, he was in the middle of no where, he just walked, soon spotting a barn, a rather vintage looking place, a smile lit his cheeks as he moved towards it. By now the moon had shown itself, high in the night sky, he wandered over to the barn, opening the door slightly, tiredness had overcome him, he grew tired and needed a place to stay, sighing to himself he opened the door, slipping inside silently, his steps unheard even to the horse, for the moment, finding little place in the corner, his eyes weary as he laid on top of the hay bundle, yawning to himself, he looked over to the horse, hopping it wouldn¡¯t buck and kick in the night, pulling back into the darkness, his eyes finally closed to sleep¡¦

Soon being awakened, he looked up¡¦

¡°What the hell?¡± he looked up at the upset woman¡¦

"Who the HELL are you and what are you doing in my barn?!" She belted towards him as his fingers took the strands of hair from his eyes, his locks were long and well kept, even under the watchful eyes of guards in the prison he was at, his body was cloaked under the bright orange suit¡¦

He placed his feet over the side of the haystack, looking to her before rising¡¦

¡°Please, don¡¯t be angry, I just needed a place to sleep for the night, I was so very tired¡± he looked down to her, no at his full height, a man of 6¡¯4 was quite intimidating, but when he was polite?-

 

[Leetah]

The man was tall...very tall, Terry noted. He towered over her, but she was too angry to be frightened. Anyone who upset Shadow was already on her bad side. He brushed the hair out of his eyes and looked down at her, meeting her eyes calmly.

"Please, don't be angry, I just needed a place to sleep for the night, I was so very tired..."

Now, she noticed more about him. His face, while fairly young, looked harder than it should have. There were lines of weariness and sadness there, that did not seem to go with the depth of his eyes. She couldn't tell the colour in the dim light of the barn, but they looked clear and kind. His voice was deep and resonant, very soothing. The shadows under his eyes said that he was telling the truth about being weary. His hair, while very tangled, was thick and fell down to his shoulders. Then Terry's eyes fell to his clothing, and the orange jumpsuit seemed to be a neon light that shouted "DANGER! DANGER!" as she realized just what it meant. Fear began to catch hold of her heart, and she took a few steps backwards, reaching behind her into the empty stall beside Shadow's for the shovel she knew was there.

The man took a step towards her, holding his hands up, as if to show her he meant no harm, but Terry was taking no chances. Her heart was beating wildly and her blood pounded in her ears. Her fingers closed around the handle of the shovel and she pulled it forward, taking a step towards him and swinging at the same time, hoping she could manage to disable him long enough to get away and get help.

 

[Adapt]

Why didn¡¯t people listen to him, as she swung the shovel around his eyes widen slightly, his hand moving up with speed as fast as the wind that raced outside, his fingers wrapping about the shovel and pulling it from her with a quick stroke of his arm¡¦

¡°Please, listen to me¡¦¡± he sighed softly and looked to her, his hand reached out as quick as he took the shove, preventing her from running¡¦

He jerked her close, not out of causing pain, but to make sure she pulled close quickly, she could feel the harsh ragged breathing, but could also feel how calm his heart beat was, as if he had done this many times before, like he had no fear of her¡¦

¡°Really Miss, I would just appreciate a place to stay, I promise, I shall not harm you, just for a couple of days, I wont burden you, just please don¡¯t call the police¡¦¡±

He sighed softly as he looked down to her, the long deep brown locks caressed her cheek softly, pulling back slightly, his hand still to her upper arm, pushing just enough restrain to hold her in place¡¦

¡°I will do anything, please, anything to stay for just a little bit, let me back on my feet then I will be away, please¡¦ anything¡± he lowered his eyes slightly, away from her¡¦

¡°I¡¯m really¡¦really not a bad person¡± she spoke as softly¡¦

 

[Leetah]

He moved more quickly than Terry would have thought possible, his hand flying up and blocking her swing, closing around the shovel's handle and pulling it neatly from her grasp. She stumbled slightly, and in one stroke, he had thrust the shovel out of reach and his fingers gripped her upper arm firmly, but not painfully, as he spoke. "Please, listen to me... She heard him sigh softly, a sound full of weariness, as he drew her swiftly to his body. She had uttered no sound at all, too shocked by how neatly he had disarmed her. ~He's strong~ she thought ~Stronger than I imagined~ His breath was a bit ragged, but the heartbeat she could feel through his muscular chest was firm and steady, and she knew he had no fear of her. ~Well, why should he?~ she thought ~He could break me in half if he wanted to~ She found herself very aware of him, in a way that made her distinctly uncomfortable, considering the situation at the moment. Up close, he was very handsome, although she could see the deep weariness in his face and eyes more clearly now. ~His eyes are the colour of the ocean...~ she thought, then wondered why in the world she'd noticed.

"Really Miss, I would just appreciate a place to stay, I promise, I shall not harm you, just for a couple of days, I wont burden you, just please don't call the police."

He sighed again, as if he was truly uncomfortable himself with the situation, but he did not loosen his grip from her arm. He was looking down at her with an almost pleading expression, as his long, thick hair brushed against her face. She found herself intrigued by this man, even though she knew she shouldn't be. She should be fighting him with all her strength, but somehow she couldn't. She tried to tell herself it was because she knew she'd never succeed in escaping from him, but deep inside her heart, she knew better. Terry had always had a kind heart, and she was always interested in people that were not of the usual everyday type. This man definitely fell into that category.

"I will do anything, please, anything to stay for just a little bit, let me back on my feet then I will be away, please anything."
He looked down, away from her face now, then spoke again. "I'm really really not a bad person..."

He sounded completely desperate, but Terry knew it could be simply a ruse to get her to feel sorry for him. She steeled her resolve, and hardened her heart as best she could. "I know nothing about you, except what I see. You come trespassing onto my property, hiding in my barn and scaring my horse. Obviously, you've escaped from prison, and God only knows what you did to get there....." Her voice was soft, but firm, however, she had a feeling he knew that if he kept pressing her, she'd at least hear him out. He was watching her face as she spoke, and she felt as if those deep eyes of his could see into her very soul. "Now, I'm not a mean person, Sir, but I will thank you to leave my property....and I make no promises about calling the police...." She realized as she said the last words, she shouldn't have, because she was only giving him a reason not to leave quietly. She felt his fingers tighten slightly on her arm, and her heart began to beat faster.

 

[Adapt]

-He sighed deeply to himself, eyes falling to the ground of hay and dirt, the wind had picked up considerably as he looked out the door, his fingers fell from his arm as he pulled the blanket he used for himself the night and pulled it up to look like a hood, pulling from her form, shadowing his features from her, robbing the tentative stare of his unsure now gray eyes, letting the now a cloak like blanket cover his eyes¡¦

He stirred gathering what things he had brought, some picks for locks, a piece of bread and a piece of fruit, wrapping it about a small blanket that he tore from the larger piece, rapping it about softly, she could obviously see his maturity leave, he carefully pieced together his things and was always soft-spoken, he even seemed to nice at times, perhaps could have made physical contact with her, but seemed to not even show restrain, it seemed it wasn¡¯t his nature to hit, fight, kill, or what that got him the deep orange suit¡¦

Turning back to her, eyes still saddened that she would throw him out, pulling the blanket like cloak now tighter to himself¡¦

¡°However miss, I do appreciate you allowing me to sleep, weather you knew it or not miss¡¦¡± he looked back to the door, it started to rain now, the wind carrying the drops inside by now, he could feel the wet spray against his orange suit... Needing to strip these as well, but no other clothing was available¡¦

Looking down to his suit, at least the shirt, his fingers pulled at the zipper, tucking the arms into the pants, amazing his body, she could see finally the defined lines that decorated his rippled form, his white shirt could only hide the color of his skin, being a bit small, as he moved the pull of the material against his muscular form seemed almost to rip but surprisingly seemed to tact as he moved, his eyes for the last time looked back to her ¡°again, thank you miss¡± as he pulled the covers of the blanket to over his locks once more, ready to leave, he neared the door, a hand moving up to prevent the water from pounding upon his eyes-

 

[Leetah]

Suddenly Terry was free. The man dropped her arm, pulling his hand back and moved away from her. She watched, stunned, as he moved about, gathering his things, pulling a dirty blanket over himself, his features now in shadow. She realized dimly that a storm had moved in while they'd been standing there in the barn. She remembered noticing the clouds earlier that day, and now the thunderstorm was here. Rain was falling, hard, and the wind drove sheets of it into the barn, through the open door. The air now held a chill, that had not been there earlier, and she shivered, feeling caught in a dream, unable to move or speak as he finished gathering his meager possessions and stood up, facing her again. All she could see of him now was the gleam of those deep, sad eyes and his strong hands, clasping the blanket tightly about him.

"However miss, I do appreciate you allowing me to sleep, weather you knew it or not miss."

He looked out the door into the rain, and they both noticed at the same time that his jumpsuit was soaked. She watched as he pulled the blanket back off his head, unzipped the top of the suit, and pulled it down, revealing his toned upper body clad only in a tight white t-shirt. He was gorgeous....more so than any man she'd ever seen. Again, Terry became very aware of his masculinity, and just how vulnerable she could be, but he seemed truly to mean her no harm. The material of the shirt seemed barely able to contain the flesh beneath it, but somehow managed to.

"Again, thank you miss..." She heard the aching weariness and sadness in his deep voice as he pulled the blanket over his hair again, preparing to step out into the storm. Thunder crashed overhead, and lightning flashed, making her start. She'd always hated storms, ever since she'd been a little girl. Knowing full well she had no business doing so, she stepped toward him, calling out "Wait...." before he could step out into the rain. He turned back to face her, his face still in shadow. "I...you.....I can't make you leave in this. It would be....indecent of me. You've done nothing to harm me, at least so far. I suppose I could listen to your story and decide what to do about you afterwards." Terry wanted to kick herself, but somehow knew she was doing the right thing, and honestly, she had no wish to be alone at the moment. She felt quite certain the power would go out, as it usually did during a storm such as this one, and she didn't look forward to cowering in the dark, alone.

Moving up beside him, she said "Come on into the house. I have some old clothes of my father's you can wear. My name is Terry. What's yours?"

 

[Adapt]

-Looking back to her, a smile widened his cheeks as she drew near, her words comforted him as she accepted him¡¦

¡°Thank you Miss¡± he thanked her from the bottom of his heart, he wished not to travel in such a downpour¡¦

¡°Derrick, my name is Derrick¡± as they rocketed across to her house, finally on the porch, a soft smile upon his lips as he removed the covering blanket and folded it over his arm, how could he be a criminal, he was kind and mature, never seemed to want to harm her, she was quite attractive but he never pursued to treat her any differently, you would think that 3 months without a woman would drive a man like this crazy but he seemed perfectly stable, his fingers reached for the knob and opened the door¡¦

¡°Please, after you¡± he ushered her in, he followed closely behind, closing the door with a short slam, olden doors had a tendency to do as such¡¦

Placing the blanket upon her sofa, upon the top edge of it he commented¡¦

¡°What a lovely place you have Terry¡± his eyes seemed to trail the old crown molding and finally look about to the furnishings¡¦

Looking towards the love seat¡¦

¡°May I?¡± she nodded and he slipped comfortably within the seat, yawning deeply to himself, he hadn¡¯t gotten much sleep when she came in, his arms raised and his hands slid behind him as he stretched, she could now see most of his muscles in action, the defiant flexing of hard muscle to tender flesh, his pecks were well defined and stood statuesque as his abs curved in when he stretched¡¦

Finally the seemingly violent yawn relented and his well-identified arms soon came to rest on the armchair¡¦

¡°I do appreciate you letting me stay this eve, I didn¡¯t want to walk another six of seven miles in that rain¡± he sighed to himself as he looked up to her, deep serene ocean green eyes met hers, then the soft lift of his cheeks to a smile, his fingers pulled back a strand of his slightly damp locks to behind his ear as he came to rest, lids slightly closing-

 

[Leetah]

The man called his name out to her over the driving rain as they raced for the house, getting thoroughly drenched, even in that short distance. Derrick had kept the blanket pulled over his head, but he was still drenched. When they reached the porch, he opened the door for Terry, behaving like a perfect gentleman. "Please, after you..." He swept an arm forward, and she brushed by him, conscious of their wet clothing and his nearness. He slammed the door, then looked a bit embarrassed by the force with which he had closed it, but she ignored it, as it happened all the time. Derrick moved into the large, cozy living room, laying the blanket down upon the overstuffed sofa, that faced the fireplace. Terry watched as his eyes moved all about the room, taking notice of everything, and she felt a surge of pride at the expression on his face.

"What a lovely place you have Terry." There was genuine admiration in his voice, that of someone who deeply appreciates antiques and the sentimentality attached to them. She had taken great pains with the house when it became her own, and was a wonderful mixture of practicality and maximum comfort and peace. He glanced toward the loveseat that sat next to the sofa, making an "L" of the two. "May I?" he asked politely, and when she nodded, he seated himself, settling comfortably among the cushions. She saw again the deep weariness in his face, the dark circles beneath those beautiful eyes. He yawned so widely his jaws cracked, stretching his muscular frame, as if relaxing at last. ~He is a beautiful man~ Terry thought, appreciating the lines of his body, with an artist's eye. She felt a stirring in the depths of her body, and admonished herself sternly. The man was, after all, an escaped convict. She still knew virtually nothing about him, and here she was practically panting over him with lust.

Derrick's arms dropped to the chair, and his eyes met her own. "I do appreciate you letting me stay this eve, I didn't want to walk another six of seven miles in that rain..." He gave a soft sigh, and smiled at her, his teeth even and white, the smile brightening his face so much, she caught her breath. He pushed his damp locks behind his ears, and closed his eyes. Terry studied him for long moments, listening to the storm outside, then shook herself. They were both still drenched, and the room was chilly. She moved to the fireplace, where a fire was already laid. She always kept one ready to be lit at any time. Quickly, she got the logs lit, feeding them until the flames danced, warming the room. She stood up, to find him watching her. Feeling a bit disconcerted, wondering what he was thinking, she spoke briskly. "You can't sit around in those wet clothes, Derrick. You'll catch your death of cold. Come upstairs, and I'll find you some old clothes of my father's. There should be some things up there that will fit you. Then you can get a shower and get warmed up. I'll get changed as well, and we'll get some hot food into us. I still want to hear why you're here."

Terry knew she had no business acting this way, but she had to face it, she was lonely. She hated the stormy weather, and it seemed much more dangerous than Derrick had, so far. She knew she was attracted to him, more so than she wanted to admit to herself, and she sensed he was attracted to her as well, although he'd not made any gesture or comment to prove her right. Something about the calm way he studied her gave her the idea. "Come along then...." Terry moved from the living room toward the stairs, hearing him rise from his seat to follow her.

 

[Adapt]

-Moving along with her, his eyes traced everything the could about the lady, traversing her back to the small of her back and finally to the round supple cheeks of her buttock, sighing to himself as she walked up, the cheeks swaying to and fro as she made her way up the stairs, like a pendulum, mesmerizing at the distance and subtle movement of her cheeks, snapping himself from the thought as she reached the finally stair, emerald glassed eyes looked up to her, as she made way into another room, openly he followed, about a few paces behind, soon entering the room¡¦

A magnificent room, it seems it had been hers, a large bed decorated the center of it, enough to size even three people, it was well kept in dull shades of brown to match the ambiance of the richly painted walls and oak colored furniture¡¦

Moving towards the back of the room, leading into a walk in closet and a massive bathroom, his head tilted, viewing all of the cloth her father wore, he had to have been at least the same size, the clothing was large and took up the whole of one side of the closet, as she handed him something, his hands reached to grab¡¦

Overalls? He chuckled slightly and a plain white shirt¡¦

¡°I am sure they will fit just fine¡± he smiled as he stepped into the bathroom, not bothering to close it all the way, leaving it cracked, unknown to him a plentiful view of him disrobing¡¦

Fingers wrapped about the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head, his back turning to her slightly, long deep ridges of his back shown so clearly, shadowed by the long surface running muscle each vertebrate could be counted easily with just the walk of the eye, then dropping the orange pants, she could see he wore simple white tight fitting boxer/briefs, his legs spreading slightly, the cheeks clenched tightly as he moved the coverings aside, obvious pulls on the undergarments could see the tight flexing of his cheeks as he stepped aside, but the pull was evident by something else that the briefs held¡¦

Turning slightly, the round curve in front of him was distinctly evident, like the body of a snake, the head placed firmly tucked within the inside of his thigh, girth could easily bee seen as he leaned a leg back and then forward to slide into the overalls, deep shadows under the length could dhow how far the member pulled along the hemming of the shorts, suddenly her view was taken as he pulled the pants, up, and pulling over the white shirt, sighing softly to himself as he opened the door¡¦

¡°What do you think?¡± he smiled softly, a soft sweet beam, quite the opposite of the sinister weapon that media made him out to be, he walked full from the bathroom and turned out the lights.

¡°Shall I meet you downstairs?¡± he asked in a gentle tone-

 

[Leetah]

Terry could feel his eyes on her as they mounted the stairs, and she couldn't help wondering if he approved of what he saw. She wanted to mentally smack herself for such a thought, but she couldn't seem to help herself. He was a very attractive, virile man....~that you know NOTHING about!~ she sternly admonished herself ~except that he's a criminal of some sort. He can still rape you.....kill you....no one knows he's here and no one is going to be coming out this way for awhile.....~ Still, she just didn't seem to sense any aura of menace about him. He seemed to be doing everything he could to appear and act as harmless as possible. She led him into her parent's old bedroom, the one she now used for herself, decorated to her liking. The huge closet still held remnants of clothing that had belonged to both her parents; she couldn't bring herself to get rid of all of it yet. She loved her bedroom....it was her sanctuary. The bed was huge and comfortable, riddled with pillows and a down comforter. She walked over and turned on her bedside lamp, bathing the room in a warm glow, as Derrick waited for her beside the closet.

Terry joined him and opened the door, smelling the cedar chips that she kept inside to keep things fresh, and keep out the moths. She loved the smell of cedar.....it was a safe smell, very comforting. Turning on the light, she stepped into the closet and perused the garments, finally pulling out a pair of overalls and a white knit shirt, that had always fit her father like a second skin. She had a feeling it was going to look outstanding on the man standing there before her. She held out the items and he took them, his fingers brushing her own, causing a tingle to run up her spine. He chuckled softly at the sight of the garments and politely said "I am sure they will fit just fine." He moved over to the bathroom and stepped inside, pulling the door shut, but not realizing that it was a bit warped and did not fit as well as it should now, as the house had settled with age, so it fell open a crack, allowing Terry to watch him taking off his clothing. She knew she had no business doing so, but she felt mesmerized, even as she took dry clothing out for herself, her favorite flannel shirt and a pair of tight jeans, her eyes did not leave the sight before them.

Derrick was oblivious to her gaze, as he stripped, turning on the water in the deep tub and letting it run to get warm. He removed his shirt with the grace of a panther, his muscles dancing with each movement. She found herself wanting to trace the curve of them, to feel the warm flesh under her fingertips, and realized that her nipples were hard and there was a trickle of moisture between her thighs. She dressed quickly, still unable to stop watching him, as he slipped out of the orange jumpsuit, standing now clad only in the plain white underwear that concealed nothing. He had a gorgeous ass, and she admired it as he moved. His body was well-defined and just the type she found most irresistible, lean but muscular. He looked as if he had worked out a lot. Now he turned and she could see his crowning glory outlined nicely by the white cloth covering.....the piece of flesh that gave him his gender, and she caught her breath softly. He appeared to have the nicest cock she had ever seen, although she couldn't tell 100%. She watched him wash himself all over with the washcloth that lay on the side of the tub, dipping it into his shorts to clean himself thoroughly. Once he appeared satisfied, he dried himself and proceeded to pull on the shirt and Terry was pleased to see it fit Derrick as well as she had predicted. A bit disappointed, she watched him pull on the overalls, hiding his body from her view, then realized she'd better busy herself with something, or he would realize she'd been watching him all this time.

Quicky, she turned from the door and walked over to the bedside table, pretending to be rearranging some things there. He spoke. "What do you think?" She turned to face him and saw he was smiling slightly and sweetly, and she had a feeling he might not be fooled by her pretense. She nodded as he stepped toward her. "Shall I meet you downstairs?" His voice was soft, and so deep. She met his eyes and nodded. "Yes, go ahead down. The kitchen is downstairs, to your left. I'll be right down to heat us up some soup, and then you can tell me your story. Then I'll decide what to do about you..." He nodded and left the room, leaving Terry with a pounding heart. She knew full well that if she listened to him and accepted what he had to say, and perhaps, even if she didn't, that she wanted him holding her in those strong arms before the night was over. The storm continued to rage outside, showing no signs of weakening in the least....in fact, it was more fierce, if anything. Shivering a bit, she slipped on a pair of wool socks and grabbed a second pair for Derrick, realizing that he was barefoot at the moment. She found him seated at the kitchen table, looking around the large comfortable room. She passed by him, lit the fire in the fireplace {the house had several fireplaces, one of the reasons she loved it so much} and then turned to the old stove, quickly making coffee and heating up the batch of soup she had just made a day or so ago. Once she had placed bowls before each of them, as well as various side items, and two steaming cups of coffee, she sat down across from him, looking into his face. "Alright, Derrick....I'm ready to hear what you have to say. I'm warning you though, tell me the truth, no matter what it is. Then I'll decide what should be done."

 

[Adapt]

-¡°Very well, I do owe you that much don¡¯t I?¡± he chuckled softly as his fingers curled about the coffee, he wasn¡¯t manly when it came to his coffee, dumping plenty of milk cream and sugar until the drink was mostly white! Only then did he take a small sip of the drink¡¦

¡°Alright, well it started..."

4 Months ago¡¦

He yawned as he got out of bed that early evening, rubbing his head¡¦

¡°What the heck?¡± e was disturbed by the sounds of loud obscene music and men yelling across over at the next town home¡¦

Rubbing his head he looked to the side, his wife not by his side, again a deep yawn to himself as he reluctantly slipped from his bed, he was glad he had taken the time to sound proof the kids room, moving to them, he opened them slightly, smiling as he two daughters slept soundly, how beautiful they were, moving over to them, placing a kiss upon bother their foreheads before closing the door once more to their rooms, again a fierce yawn ran over him moving over to the back sliding glass door, stepping out and slipping into the slippers upon the porch, the music was throbbing, his head hurting¡¦

Opening the back gate door he moved over to the town home, looking over he could see a huge party¡¦

¡°Another fucking party!¡± he cursed, he new he would regret moving in next door to some bikers, he huffed and moved closer, he could see a lot of figures being silhouetted by the light in kitchen behind them, as he neared he saw a bunch ladies on some of the bikers laps and then plenty more around¡¦

Again closer, his eyes widening as he had slipped near¡¦

What his eyes had saw was something that had broken his heart, more so then at any time he had been harmed in his whole life¡¦

He saw his wife willing having sex with one of the bikers, he could see her skirt was lifted and her body slowly running up and down the mans shaft, her moans were like stinging needles within his heart, he watched as they cheered her on, making her move faster, her groans getting loud, but he was a bigger man then most, his teeth gritted as he walked over¡¦

¡°Sir, may I please have you turn your music down!¡± he gritted under menacing teeth, his wife looked up in shook, his eyes moved and locked to hers before looking away¡¦

¡°Sure sure¡± the man laughed, as he hoisted a beer and told the man to lower the volume¡¦Derrick turned.

¡°Thank you sir¡± he started back to his place, the sounds of laughter howled as he moved back inside, looking down, his golden band gleamed only slightly now, it seemed to lose all of its luster as he started for his daughters room, before he could reach¡¦

¡°DERRICK please Derrick! I am so sorry¡± his wife Jennifer bolted in, falling to her knees to the side of him¡¦

¡°Sorry? Sorry about what?¡± she looked up, eyes wide open, he had failed to use a pet name she was so use to it, so loved by the fact that he would call her love, or babe of hun after he acknowledged her¡¦

¡°Derrick, I am so sorry, no, I didn¡¯t mean¡¦¡± she started to cry as he pulled his leg from her opening the door¡¦

Her anger soon turned to rage¡¦

¡°This is all your fault Derrick¡¦!¡± she bellowed into the room sending his daughters to wake¡¦

¡°Daddy?¡± Alyssa questioned as she woke¡¦

¡°What¡¯s happening?¡± Sarah soon woke and asked, sitting up in bed¡¦

¡°Nothing my daughters, go back to sleep alright?¡±

¡°ALL YOUR FAULT DERRICK!¡± she once more screamed and slammed the door shut¡¦

¡°Go to sleep my little darlings¡± he smiled and beckoned Sarah over¡¦

¡°Sleep together ok?¡± he smiled and kissed their foreheads once more, they nodded with the comfort of their dad being there¡¦

¡°Sleep well my darlings¡± as he left being intercepted by the maid¡¦

¡°I was hoping to see you¡± he smiled¡¦

¡°The loud music woke me Sir¡± she smiled in return¡¦

¡°They turned it back up didn¡¯t they?¡± she nodded in acknowledgement¡¦

¡°Well, I will fix that, but first, please take my daughters from here, take to their grand parents, ok?¡± he smiled and the maid nodding, knowing to never question Derrick¡¦

He stepped out towards the shelter in the yard, taking a crowbar, the only weapon he saw in there he could use, sighing to himself, he walked over to the yard once more¡¦

They looked at him with a look of disgust¡¦

¡°What the fuck do you want? We can only fuck your wife so many times in a night¡± he roared, it soon being interrupted by the sickening pang of the crowbar to the head¡¦

¡°I care not for her, your music is to loud, your bothering the neighbors and it stops now¡¦¡± he breathed calmly, like it was a normal thing¡¦

The man he hit was dead, obviously, the size of his biceps were large enough to show the pain he could bring, as another one approached him, swinging a bat, it falling close to Derricks head, his speed however to fast, side stepping and meeting a crowbar to the face, flipping him in a fluid motion, the quick jerk of the bar saw blood spraying from the mans head¡¦

He continued to take care of the 40 plus members of the biker gang, in the wake of his bloodshed in the middle of the kitchen, blood seeped upon the tile, no white was seen anymore¡¦
He removed the ring and let it go, shaking his head slightly as it contacted the blood, soon bouncing and being lost among the dead bodies, soon he left, knowing the police were nothing going to be to far behind¡¦

As he finished with the story they had finished with the meal and coffee, looking up to her¡¦

¡°Well that¡¯s my story¡± he sighed deeply as he stood, taking bother her and his bowl along with the coffee cups¡¦

¡°I was sincere, it was that for many weeks that had been horrible people, parties every night, loud music, loud bikes, I finally did something about it¡¦ The police came by often and only asked them to keep the sound down¡± he sighed a bit as he placed the items in the sink¡¦-

 

[Leetah]

Terry listened to Derrick's story, hearing his voice crack with emotion at certain times, as he described the horror of seeing his wife willingly allowing the man to have sex with her, as he talked about his daughters, as he spoke of his killing of the men. He closed his eyes occasionally as he talked, as if trying to shut out the sight again of the woman he had obviously loved and of the men who had born the brunt of his anger. She almost forgot her food, and noticed he ate and drank, but hardly seemed aware of doing so. She couldn't help but wonder how in the world a woman could do such a thing to a man she supposedly loved....a man she'd had children with! She also wondered, and was sure that Derrick had also, how long it had been going on and how much his daughters knew. His eyes met hers briefly as he finished speaking, as if to judge her reaction. Her brow was slightly furrowed, but more with the horror of his situation than anything. Her tender heart went out to him, wishing to ease the ache in his own heart.

"Well that's my story..." He rose from the table, carrying both sets of dishes to the sink. "I was sincere, it was that for many weeks that had been horrible people, parties every night, loud music, loud bikes, I finally did something about it. The police came by often and only asked them to keep the sound down." He heaved a heavy sigh, turning to face her again. He looked so terribly sad, Terry wanted to cry for him. "Derrick, I'm so sorry that this happened to you. I can tell you love your family very much, and that you miss them." She rose and walked over to him, looking up into his face. He was quite tall, and she had to crane her neck a bit. She reached out and laid a gentle hand upon his arm. "Obviously, the police caught up to you, and apparently you were tried and convicted. Didn't you have a chance to explain things? What about your wife? And your children?" Before he could answer, there was a huge clap of thunder, loud enough to rattle the windows. Terry couldn't help herself; her terror of storms made her cry out, as lightening flashed outside and the lights flickered and went out. Her cry still ringing in the air, Terry's trembling body was suddenly enfolded in large strong arms that pulled her close, holding her firmly but gently against Derrick's chest.

 

[Adapt]

-¡°Hey, its alright, its just the thunder¡¦ I remember when I was a little boy, I use to be comforted by the thunder at night, my parents complained and argued so much, I just simply went to sleep with the rain and got up with the sun and away from the house before they woke up¡± she could feel a soft grin forming across his lips as he pressed them to her forehead¡¦

¡°Come, let¡¯s sit and just listen to the rain, alright?¡± he smiled softly and looked down to her, pulling her to the couch that was in the living room, he himself moved over to the fireplace, tossing some logs a bunch of newspapers, finally a lighting stick, the whole fireplace went up in a blaze, he smiled widely as the fireplace went up, he slid back to her, he had to admit it felt good to be around a woman, and a beautiful one at that, he sighed softly as he slipped back into the couch¡¦

Suddenly another clap of thunder and the lights were out, nothing but the candles and the fireplace glowed in the home, only they and the fire¡¦

He looked to her, his lips curved it, a soft beam across his cheeks as he leaned closer, the scent of long forgotten sex was lingering about her, and he took in a deep scent, god her scent was so heavenly, he pressed up against her intentionally, just to touch her, he tilted his head slightly forward, his hand slipping up and getting lost in her locks, he had to be close to her, she could feel his fingers lost in her locks, pulling even, slightly, it was all so fast, he leaned in, softly his lips pursed and pressed wetly to hers, lips parted with want, his tongue pushing to her and slipping within her lips, wrestling her tongue as his free hand slipped over and slipped against her neck, soothing over each tendon that made it self evident to his touching advances, his pushing, forced her neck to jerk back more so as he leaned into her, moaning from pleasure¡¦

He pulled back to her, a wicked grin across his cheeks, nipping at her neck¡¦

Looking back up to her¡¦

¡°Terry¡¦¡±

¡°Terry¡¦wake up¡¦¡±

¡°Wake up¡¦¡± She could hear his voice coming in clearly¡¦

¡°Hey, you fell asleep¡± He smiled to her as he offered her some wine that he had found in the freeze¡¦

¡°You must be really out of it, need to go to bed?¡±-

 

[Leetah]

Terry's eyes went wide with shock, as she sat up blinking, shaking her head a bit to clear it. She could still feel his touch upon her, it had seemed so real. Her lips ached from the kisses that had not even happened. Derrick was looking at her with real concern on his face, that something might be wrong. She sipped the glass of wine he'd given her, and then answered him at last. "No, not yet....I.....guess I was just really tired. Thank you for lighting the fire." Terry realized she was making little sense at the moment, and saw him look at her quizzically. Flustered, she looked into the flames, still thinking hard about her dream. She hadn't realized she had been so long without physical intimacy that she'd start dreaming about a man that was still a stranger to her starting to make love to her, and her willingly going along with it.

She studied Derrick again, out of the corner of her eye. His face was ruggedly handsome, and those eyes of his were definitely his best feature, although the rest was nothing to sneeze at, by any means. She glanced at his hands, one holding his wineglass by the stem, the other resting on his thigh. They looked strong and capable, but also he possessed the long fingers of what she tended to think of as "artist's hands". He was looking into the flames himself, lost in his own thoughts, not even aware Terry was studying him. His physique was lean and muscular, just the type of build she'd always been attracted to. Here she was, alone with him, in the middle of a horrible thunderstorm, no lights and a fire. The perfect romantic setting, and after her dream, Terry knew her body longed for a physical encounter of some kind. Her nipples were still hard from the arousal she'd experienced at his touch, and she could still feel dampness between her thighs. Mentally, she chastened herself for feeling this way....after all, she was no brazen slut that slept with anything in pants. She did not know this man, and moreover, he was a criminal. She seemed to have to keep reminding herself of that fact.

Taking a deep breath, Terry spoke again. "So, Derrick...you didn't answer my questions earlier, since I was acting so silly.....how about answering them now?" She tried to distract her thoughts by waiting to see what he would say, but when those eyes turned to her, she felt herself drawn toward them again.

 

[Adapt]

-How the fire dances, he thought to himself, looking up from all of the dancing glory of the heated logs and burning flames, a soft sigh to himself as he yawns inside, not being able to hold his lips close he let out the nearly violent yawn, his head tilted to the side¡¦

¡°Right, sorry¡¦¡± he looked back to her, blinking the tears from his orbs as he was getting over the pressing task of the extreme yawn¡¦

¡°Well, my wife left me and took everything when I went to trial, thank god she still doesn¡¯t know where my kids are at, so I am happy for the little things¡± he explained off hand, ¡°and no, I didn¡¯t get to explain my side, I guess killing 45 some odd people doesn¡¯t go over well in court¡± he chuckled softly¡¦

As he poured another glass of wine, he lowered his head, blinking to keep awake; eyes finally fell back to her¡¦

¡°I really need to get some sleep¡± he yawned slightly¡¦

His eyes wandered her body, he found himself doing that a lot that night, her body was perfect, even to his ex-wife¡¯s standards, Terry just had everything, he found himself thinking about sleep with her, luring her into bed¡¦

But she was so nice to him, she wouldn¡¯t think twice about shooting him down, so he never tried¡¦

Leaning back, he popped the bones in his spine, a harsh curve against his body as he leaned back, one where defiant lines could be seen across his mid-section, finally pulling back, he walked over to the couch, looking up to her as she got up, he helped pull out the bed¡¦

¡°I really don¡¯t know how to thank you¡± he spoke softly, looking back to her, his fingers unclipped the overalls¡¦

¡°You know if your really that afraid of the thunder, you can sleep down here with me tonight, I have no problems sleeping on the floor¡¦¡± he smiled softly as he started with the shirt, his fingers running the hem and pulling it from his body, the grace of a feline as he removed it, anyone could tell how sophisticated and well mannered he was just by watching him, he placed the shirt, now slightly folded upon the love seat¡¦

¡°First thou, I really must take a shower¡¦¡± he smiled to her¡¦

¡°I promise it will be quick¡± he walked over to the downstairs bathroom, it had both a shower and a tub as did the upstairs one, that was grate about the older homes, two full bathrooms and a master¡¦

But the doors never settled right and it was still cracked fro her viewing gaze, that is, if she decided to look¡¦

At her position as she could see was him remove his pants and then he disappeared neared the back of the bathroom, again she got an eyeful of his tight form, his form tilting slightly, his head more so as he yawned softly, his fingers uncurled as they pulled down the pants slightly, as he turned more so, she could see his pants were being held up only by the bulge that was fitted within his undergarment, in fact he had to pull his hips back slightly to push the pants to the floor and then once more he was revealed to her, a massive bulge decorated the front of his tight boxers, his endowment was truly some that had to be celebrated, kicking off to the side the overalls, she could see his eyes close slightly, another soft yawn from him, but now something different, as her eyes fell she could see his bulge get tighter, stiffen, he defiantly had a thought, that much was evident, his thumbs then wrapping about the hem of the boxers he started to lower them but as he slowly did he walked back towards the shower, robbing her of the view¡¦-

 

[Leetah]

Terry watched as Derrick yawned widely again, before sharing his words with her. Well, my wife left me and took everything when I went to trial, thank god she still doesn't know where my kids are at, so I am happy for the little things. And no, I didn't get to explain my side, I guess killing 45 some odd people doesn't go over well in court." She listened to his wry chuckle, feeling her heart swell with pity again, as she watched him pour a bit more of the wine. He was fighting sleep mightily, but just as she was about to suggest bed for him, his eyes met her own again.

"I really need to get some sleep." Terry nodded in agreement, noticing his eyes moving over her body. She wondered again if he liked what he gazed upon, and shook herself mentally again for thinking in such a way. She noticed his eyes had a faraway look, as if he were pondering something, then he rose and stretched, every muscle straining as he moved. She rose also, and began to pull out the sleeper sofa, then Derrick moved to help her. When they had pulled it out, she went to the linen closet and took out bedding for him, breathing in the faint cedar smell. He helped her make up the bed, neither of them speaking, just listening to the rain and the crackle of the fire. When they had finished, he spoke again. "I really don't know how to thank you." His voice was soft and she looked up, seeing him begin to undo the straps on the overalls he wore. She looked startled, then tensed as the thunder crashed again, even louder than before. Derrick noticed, although she tried to cover for herself.

"You know if your really that afraid of the thunder, you can sleep down here with me tonight, I have no problems sleeping on the floor." Terry looked at him again, watching as he pulled his shirt off, the firelight playing over his body, turning the hair on his chest into burnished metal. She couldn't seem to find her voice once again, as he laid the shirt on the loveseat nearby. "First though, I really must take a shower." Smiling at her, he moved toward the bathroom. "I promise it will be quick."
He stepped into the room, closing the door, but as always, it slipped open a crack. All the doors in Terry's home had to be slammed rather hard to make them stay closed, although Derrick didn't know that. Terry found herself watching him again as he undressed, unable to tear her gaze from that magnificent body. She noticed his pants catch on the front of his underwear, and marvelled again at what she could see of his equipment. Not enough to suit her, unfortunately, she finally admitted to herself.

Terry knew she had no business feeling this way, but dammit, she wanted this man. She wanted to watch him move, naked, and to join him. She wanted to have him hold her all night and make her feel safe from the storm, to forget who he was at least for the night. She could imagine just how his body would feel against her own, hard in comparison to her softness, and felt a slight dampness between her thighs at the thought. She noticed that he was beginning to sport an erection; apparently something had aroused him. She wondered if it had anything to do with her. He began to strip off his underwear, but then moved out of her sight just as they were lowering past his hipbones. She heard the water running and heard the shower curtain slide back. ~I should just stay here~ she thought, even as she moved toward the bathroom door. She paused at the crack, peering into the room. Even in the darkness, the firelight allowed her to see his outline against the opaque shower curtain, and see what he was doing. He was in the process of cleansing himself with the soap, his hands moving over his entire body. He was whistling softly, as if relieved and beginning to relax.

Terry heard Derrick step under the spray of the showerhead and sigh deeply, then he moved back out away from it a bit, and she watched him rub the soap into his hands. He began to stroke himself and she watched the erection grow in the dim light. He moaned softly, and she caught her breath. How she suddenly wanted to be the one touching his shaft, bringing him pleasure. ~Far too long~ she thought idly, continuing to watch. He continued for several minutes, then she heard his breath coming in gasps as he obviously found his release. She was dripping wet between her thighs by now, longing for release herself. She was so lost in the moment, that when he threw the shower curtain open and his eyes met hers, she could only stand there, staring.

 

[Adapt]

-His fingers took the edge of the shower curtain, fingers delicately curled about the hem, his ears were keen, look a fox, he could sense movement anywhere near him, his eyes loved to see the lithe outline of the female that lay near, pulling it open quickly

¡°Who¡¯s¡¦there¡¦¡± seeing it was the girl he was wanting, his voice had dropped sharply looking up more so, his eyes looked from her wondrous round thighs to her beautifully ample breasts, to her stunning eyes, her most beautiful sea green eyes, he froze as well as still erect, he didn¡¯t know what to do, a long line of cum still drawing down, like liquid heat, white cream that slipped from his slit in massive goblets being caught in the tub¡¦

Noticing she was frozen as well, he slowly thought as he stepped from the tub, could he do this? He broke the frost of his solid state, again moving his hand taking the towel and cleaning his hands off, approaching her slowly and with grace, the grace of prowling tiger, coming before her, looking down, deep eyes wandering and getting lost within hers¡¦

He thought about taking the route of seduction and tried, she is beautiful and by god her body was something too much for the mind to think of, it just made his erection grow harder, stiffer¡¦

¡°This is what you did to me¡± he chuckled as he took her fingers, pulling them and placing them upon the still hot cock, her fingers felt like little soft tips of pleasure pressing against his beastly penis, a deep soft groan came from his lips as her hands touched across the plane of his princely tower shaped member that was the desire of so many women¡¦

The phallic beast was a marvelous piece of equipment, its length was long, and the length was beautiful decorated with long lines of deep blue veins, the velveteen steel tower was hers now, she could run fingers along it, try and get her fingers to meet on the underside of the girth gifted penis¡¦

Leaning forward, she could feel as he stepped forward, the head of the massive cock pressed tightly at her hips and still she froze, leaning forward more so, she could feel his warm breath run the course of her neck, his hands slipped to meet her waist, turning and sitting her upon the sink edge¡¦

¡°I don¡¯t know what to say, ever since I saw you¡¦I was attracted¡¦¡± his hands to her inner thighs, pulling her legs apart just slightly and resting his penis between them, allowing her view and touch, she sat a bit higher then him now, his eyes lost within hers, slipping closer, like liquid he moved, lips pressed softly to her neck, the soft kiss placed upon her, the touch of heavens as he dragged his lips upward¡¦

 

[Leetah]

Derrick's eyes were locked on hers, and neither of them moved for several seconds. He broke free of the trance first, and stepped out of the tub, and Terry dimly noticed his hands moving the towel, but she couldn't seem to take her gaze from his own. Her heart was pounding, her breath coming quickly now, her breasts heaving slightly. He was moving slowly toward her, stalking but not frightening, a predator on the prowl, but not for dinner. He sought something else, and she longed to give it. Then he was standing in front of her, gloriously naked and hard, reaching out to take her nerveless hand in his own. She could feel the roughness of his palm against her soft skin, as moved her hand toward him, below his waist. "This is what you did to me." He chuckled softly, pressing her fingers against the velvet-coated steel between his thighs, groaning as her fingers closed around him. He was huge; Terry had never touched anyone so well-endowed before, and she marvelled at his size, stroking her fingertips over his warm and still-damp skin, enjoying the feel of an aroused male again after far too long. She could barely encircle his girth, and that gave her a bit of concern, but she had a feeling Derrick would help her manage quite nicely.

He moved now, coming in closer to her, his cock brushing against her pelvic bone, making her pause again. He leaned in toward her, his hands encircling her waist and lifting her effortlessly, he placed her on the edge of the old pedestal sink. "I don't know what to say, ever since I saw you, I was attracted." Strong hands parted her thighs, as she perched on the edge and he moved between them, his cock pointing up toward her enticingly. She moaned softly as his lips trailed liquid fire upon her neck, and reached down to touch him again, stroking the underside of the stiff shaft. He growled softly against her neck, moving his lips upward, tasting her earlobe and making her shiver and sway. Her jeans were damp at the crotch, the seam rubbing against her clit in a very marvelous way, arousing her even more, and the soft flannel of her shirt rubbed against her hardened nipples. Then his mouth was on hers, and the world seemed to stop. Hungry, passion-filled kisses, tongues dancing and playing as they both attempted to fulfill the longing that swept them. Terry slid her hands up his chest, and around to his back, never taking her mouth from his. Her fingers kneaded the muscles of his shoulders, and her nails dug slightly into his flesh, as his hands slid upwards to cup the sides of her firm breasts. She was very glad she hadn't worn a bra, as his thumbs worked over her nipples, the material rubbing against them in a way that made her almost giddy with the sensation.

Terry's legs moved of their own accord, wrapping around his hips and pulling herself into him more. She could feel Derrick's member nestled between her thighs now, straining against her crotch, and she ground against him. He was groaning more loudly now, pumping his hips and dry-humping her through the jeans. He moved his hands to the buttons of her shirt, anxious to feel the bare flesh of those perfect tits against his own. His mouth took her neck again as he worked the buttons loose, one by one, still pressing into her, making her moan out loud with need. She felt the steamy air suddenly touch her chest and realized her shirt now lay open and his lips and tongue were sliding downward over her collarbone, headed straight to capture a nipple and his fingers were moving to the fly of her jeans, to soon have her completely naked for both their pleasure. It was too late to stop now, even if she had wanted to. The shock of pleasure as his mouth closed over the taut nub of her breast was almost too much to take. She clutched his shoulders wildly, her head thrown back, hair hanging down her back into the sink bowl. "God, Derrick, I want you so much...."

 

[Adapt]

-His fingers curled around and griped at her marvelous cheeks, lifting her with his strength, hands still upon her beautiful buttock cheeks and pulling out of the bathroom, candle light and showered them in an array of oranges and reds, grinning down to her, he leaned low and softly tossed her on the newly made bed, moving closer, he stood before her¡¦

His eyes could pierce the soul of anyone, she was no different, eyes again met, a feudal clash of wills, a grin on his cheek as she shivered a bit, her eyes had to avert from his strong gaze, as her head tilted, her cheek pressed into the head of his cock, a playful chuckle escaped his lips as her cheek dragged slightly, her lips softly catching cream, coating her bottom lip, watching as she pulled away, a bridge of cum still connect her lips to the engorged penis, he could feel her stunned breathing as she again looked up to him, ragged heaves she took as her eyes met his once more¡¦

He leaned forward, hands to her shoulders and softly pushing her down into the bed, the splendor of her naked body laying down, submitting to him, she was for him to take, and he would enjoy every moment, down to the second¡¦

Soon the prowling tiger joined her in bed, she tried to walk back with her elbows, but it was a feudal task as he was on her in moments, looking down to her once more, his eyes seemed like a sea of green emerald, wondrous sparkle, that seemed so alive, the whole movement of the ocean was visible in his eyes¡¦

Now she could feel the heated shaft upon her, the bulbous head wanting and pushing against her, a free hand slipped down, fingers upon both of her succulent lips, parting them for his entrance¡¦

¡°Spread¡¦¡± a simple but demanding command, her legs parted to his whim and she could feel the press of the phallic beast in her, the head just breaking the entrance, slipping in with relative ease, resting it between her pouting wet lips, letting her feel the heart like throb of the pulsating heat of his head¡¦

In an instance, he ripped inches within her, forcing her head to jerk back in a voiceless scream, he didn¡¯t want to hurt her, just it had been so long, he stopped the moment her head jerked back, as her head fell back, his lips met her neck, burning hot white kisses across her neck to relive of the pain he had wrought, hopefully easing her quickly¡¦

Pulling the inches he pushed in her, he now took it real easy and slow, pushing the lancing cock within her slowly, making her feel every sensual vein that beat under the velveteen skin, the blood that ran under the irrigated course of such a marvel, filling her more so, forcing legs to spread more so, forcing toes and fingers to curl, he could feel the nails run the course of his shoulder plates, the feeling was something he would never forget, warm trails of crimson seeped from the wounds she created upon the surface of his back, such must have been her pain of pleasure¡¦

He continued, now halfway within her, the wet warmth of her cavern, the tightening of her walls made him ache of lust, knees now planning as his hands took to her shoulders to anchor her, so she didn¡¯t walk more so up the bed, a low grunt as he continued to push within her, this time she had no leeway, she had to take every inch he offered instead of moving up the bed, his breathing became ragged upon her neck as he continued the slow, agonizingly unhurried push, his hips in a slow gyration as his head pushed room to be within her, again all of this was extremely slow, he didn¡¯t want to cause any more pain then he had so before hand¡¦

He pulled form her neck, looking to her, leaning forward, a hand slipped to her locks, strumming the cords like a harp, passing his fingers against the long tresses of her locks, his lips walking up against the vein of her neck and finally meeting ear, whispering the sweet nothings all women had a desire to hear¡¦

Like hot honey slipping from between lips he cooed at her, whispering soft words of passion¡¦

¡°Your scent is the like the gardens of roses¡¦¡±

¡°Your taste is like the sweet honeys of spring breed bees¡¦¡±

All while he pushed within her, trying to make this as comfortable as possible for the one that took care of him in his time of need¡¦-

 

[Leetah]

Somehow they had made it to Derrick's waiting bed. Terry was not quite sure how it had happened. One moment, she was poised on the edge of the sink, the next, her clothes were gone and she was on her back, feeling the softness of the mattress and sheets beneath her. She dimly remembered him carrying her from the bathroom, effortlessly and not even straining under her light weight. He released her gently onto the bed, and looked down at her. Their gazes met and held until she had to look away. He was a powerful, commanding presence, but not fearsome in the least. She only knew he desired her as she did him. Her mouth found his cock and tasted the essence of the man. He was delicious, more so than any she had ever tasted. She ached for him, and then her wish was granted. She felt him entering the soft warmth of her. She flung her head back, wanting to cry out, feeling him stretch her. He was larger than any lover she'd ever experienced, and even though she was ready for him, it was uncomfortable. She allowed no sound to escape her lips, fearful that he would pull out.

Derrick worked his way slowly into her, easing through the tightness, making Terry's muscles stretch to accomodate him. Her nails dug into his back and she felt his flesh give. She tried to keep from digging too deeply, not wishing to hurt him. He murmured to her, soft, sweet whisperings of tenderness, as he touched and caressed, with mouth and hands. Her back arched, offering up the plump breasts for his mouth to take, and her legs moved of their own accord, wrapping around his narrow hips, her hands moving down to grip his buttocks, kneading them. Thrusting against him and with him, Terry felt him slip suddenly to the hilt in her, his balls slapping against her own bottom. Their eyes met again, locked, and then his mouth found hers. Together, they moved, the bed creaking slightly, the storm raging out of control, both inside and outside the old house. The need and wanting of two lonely people meshed and they moaned and groaned, mixing bodies and sounds, until they lost themselves completely, knowing only the oneness of combined flesh.

Terry had never felt so thoroughly loved physically as she did this moment. Derrick seemed to know instinctively how hard to thrust, and how far to pull back, just where to move his mouth, to bring her the most pleasure, and she attempted to do the same for him. It appeared she was succeeding from the sounds he made and the look on his face, so intense and tight. She felt him throb inside her and felt herself crest over the wave of orgasm over and over, and still he continued to thrust and pump, holding himself back from his own peak, until she was weak and trembling. She had no idea how long he moved within her before she felt his balls tighten at last, and the gush of his seed, hot within her. She only knew total and complete satiation, as she lay panting in his arms, her legs still locked around him and her body trembling. Both of them were soaked in sweat, despite the somewhat cool air in the room. She felt him slowly shrinking, still buried inside her, and then she felt herself drifting toward sleep, still wrapped in his arms, feeling safe from the storm.

 

[Adapt]

-Finally the morning had come, the sun peaked behind the still slightly dark clouds and the rain still came, but not as hard as the night before¡¦

As she stirred she could feel the long lines of his sexual muscles run under the tight skin, a soft yawn escaping his lips as his eyes open slightly, looking up to her with a soft smile¡¦

¡°Good morning¡± a grunted gutted tired but happy voice escaping his lips, slipping towards her¡¦

The sex the night before was amazing, newly reenergizing his sexuality, leaning close to her, his hand slipped to pull the covers that blanket her low, he wanted¡¦no needed to taste her, lowering the blanket slowly, pulling them up the hill of her generous breasts, loving the shape of her ample bounties, leaning forward, his heated breathing strolling across the hills of her breasts, leaning forward more so, lips opening slightly, he took in a nipple, playing with it with his tongue urging it to rise in erotic passion, he suckled softly upon her, a hand slipping the blanket lower once more, her waist slowly exposed, the soft delicate lines were tight against her muscle, his tongue flickering her nipple upwards and again he lowers the blanket, exposing the top of her gorgeous hips, so close to her flowering puss lips¡¦

Lips pulled back from her nipple, the suckling pulled her skin with him as he lifted before letting go, a droplet of saliva rested on her hardened peak before slowly rolling down her nipple and then slowly down the hill of her wondrous mound to rest upon her collarbone, the nearly palpable breathing of his lungs rolled over the wake of the saliva trail¡¦

His playful fingers drew circles upon her skin, pleasure tipped digits rolled across her skin, electrifying the areas he touched, so close to her lips, in fact only millimeters from her cherry red pussy lips¡¦-

 

[Leetah]

Terry awoke to the sound of rain still falling, but much more softly than the previous evening. Feeling the hard male body beside her, she glanced over at Derrick, finding his eyes meeting her own, and his lips curving in a sleepy smile. "Good morning."
His voice was rough with sleep still, incredibly sexy, along with the slight shadow of stubble on his chin and the hair tangled about his head. Before she could even return his greeting, the covers were being slowly pulled downward, revealing her pale flesh to pearl-gray light that filtered in through the windows. His hands found her breasts, caressing and kneading them gently, his mouth tasting the plump flesh and tongue upon the ripe berry of a nipple. She gasped at the contact, and moaned, sensations coursing through her wildly. Her hands slipped through his hair, pulling his mouth tighter against her.

Now she was bare to the hips, as he continued to slide the covers down, exposing her for his pleasure, and hers. She moaned again as he sucked harder upon the nipple, lips baring his teeth and then moving his body backward, her back arching and rising with him. She felt a tiny pearl of saliva trail down her body, sliding down to mingle with the moisture now gathering between her thighs. He began touching her playfully, lightly, awakening each nerve ending. His fingers caressed each inch of her skin, leaving her breathless, as they moved ever closing to the sweetness hiding within her. She felt him remove the covers completely, tossing them from the bed, and then his fingers began to play on her inner thighs, moving up and down in slow, lazy motions, causing her skin to tremble and jump. He was sitting up, studying her, smiling at the reactions he was causing in her.

Derrick was obviously a very skilled lover, Terry could see. She had seen the same the night before, and her passion-riddled mind wondered momentarily how his wife could have cheated on him, when he was this good. Then she was lost in the sweet sensations again, and nothing mattered but to please and be pleased. She opened to him, the petals of her womanhood spreading wide, and even wider at his urging. Her scent filled the room, and she heard him make a sound low in his throat. Wantonly, she thrust her hips upward, tempting him to taste her. She felt his fingers moving again, sliding over the skin of her inner thighs and going to grip her hips, levering her upwards. Then his lips caressed her nether lips.

 

[Adapt]

-He leaned down, softly suckling upon her in thigh, a grin upon his cheeks as he looked up to her, his teeth not bearing, his lips just soothing into a long smile, he then slid low once more, his lips finding her thigh, tightly suckling more so, pulling slightly, his tongue felt sliding under his suckle, his tongue pressed tightly to her, pressing, a deep groan from under his lips as he pulled back, a deep purplish passion mark he left upon her, so close to her pussy, a wider grin upon his lips as is finger slowly ran across the spot of deep purple¡¦

Leaning forward, his fingers slowly parting her lips, letting his tongue slid down and then up her clit, slowly so very slowly tasting her, lips slowly closing around her and pulling very softly, finally wetting his fingers he slid them in slowly, not fully towards his joints but he stuck in a good amount, slowly pulling up and down the long slit¡¦

His breathing was felt across the clit and then across her hips as he breathed, the sun did something amazing to him, shining thru the blinds, it seemed to high light his locks and his cheeks as he suckled upon her, his hand again once more slid across her deep purple spot, he leaned closer, the stiffening of his cock was evident, he sat so his knees were on one side, leaning from the side into her pussy, it was easily there for her, the massive hard vein riddled cock was skyward for her, she could watch it stiffen as he his tongue slowly did an 8 pattern against her slit, slowly rounding her clit, teasing her with each pass¡¦

His penis danced lifting then lowering only slightly, the under vein was defiantly evident as were the veins that walked up and down the massive kingly spire¡¦-

 

[Leetah]

Derrick was teasing her deliciously, and Terry was loving each moment of it. He was beautiful in the misty light, looking like a young god in his glory, totally sensual and seductive. She wanted to belong to him, to be taken wherever he wished to take her. His mouth on her, between her legs, made her dizzy with pleasure, his tongue sweet and slick, moving lazily, in no hurry to move on to the next pleasure; simply enjoying what was before him at the moment. She reached out and touched the hard shaft dancing in front of her, stroking over his length, feeling each ridge and vein and causing him to jerk slightly in her fingers. She slid her fingers over the head, feeling the ooze of pre-cum and rubbing it into his skin, her thumb moving over the shaft to pleasure him as well. She shifted slightly so that her lips could brush his crown, and heard his intake of breath, feeling his tongue move even more forcefully against her softness. Encouraged by this, she began sucking gently just on the head of his cock, letting her tongue move down and taste the flesh below.

Now, Terry moved to take more of him into her mouth, hungry for him. She sucked and licked her way down the shaft, moving gently in rhythym with the motion of his tongue and lips against her mons. He tasted so good to her, she felt she couldn't get enough of him, and he seemed to feeling the same way, from the way his mouth moved against her. She hummed around the hard shaft, spreading her thighs slightly wider for him, her tiny bud blooming from his attentions. Pulling back at last from him, she said huskily "Derrick....I want you.....want to feel you inside me again....please...."