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"I haven't been with anyone since Ernest died. I haven't wanted to. But you..." She swallowed. "You make me want to."
Kenneth forgot about the cold air, the drifts of snow outside, the animals in the barn. He even forgot about Leon and Woody. Everything that wasn't Amy suddenly didn't matter. He caressed her chin with his thumb, marveling because she didn't pull away from him, and her skin was so strangely warm.
"I want to be with you, too." He felt a brief sizzle of shame as he remembered the previous night, Leon's hand wrapped around his prick so tight it was almost painful while he was lost in fantasies of her.
"I know I shouldn't." Her breath was even hotter than her flesh, washing over the heel of his hand and up his arm until it prickled along his chest. "I know I'm too old for you. You're young, you should have someone closer to your own age, and you and Leon probably won't stay anyway, but..." She edged forward until their bodies pressed lightly together. Kenneth hated that her heavy coat kept him from feeling her plush curves better. "That doesn't change how I feel."
He would never believe that she was too old for him. Kenneth hadn't spared a second thought to her probable age, or that he had been Woody's age when Woody was born. All that mattered was what Amy felt--what they both felt. He wrapped his arm around Amy's body, holding her even closer.
Kenneth tilted his head, his lips just skimming over her brow. When he took a deep breath, he smelled her stew and dumplings, her soap, her fire, her sweat--a scent that was already beginning to make him think of home.
"It doesn't matter that you're older than me. I'm not a boy. I'll stay as long as Ican. I promise you that much."
She moved against his arm with a graceful strength, knowing and assured, like she'd taken control that first night. Her mouth lifted, lips parting, and the tip of her tongue darted out to moisten them in a motion so delicate it made him ache. But there wasn't time to savor how they glistened, or wonder why it was she'd come to him. She stretched upward, brushing her mouth over his. It almost tickled. It most definitely teased. Amy kept it gentle until a shiver rippled through her. Then she firmed the contact, finally offering the kisses he'd wanted to claim for hours now.
Posted July 19, 2011
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