Broken Bolts - Adult Content - 9/11/2008

The night had been a haze of sweat, moans, nails on skin, kisses, licks, and general debaucheries.  "Harder," she begged.  He obliged, for a moment.  "More," she breathed, her sweet southern voice very close to commanding.  In frustration he jumped up out of the bed and pulled her with him.  With a cry of alarm she grabbed the sheets around her and stood in the corner, watching him.  His body was slick with perspiration.  It gleamed in the lamp light.  His well muscled arms and chest moved in concert as he began to move with purpose.  Her hair was tousled, the sheets barely covering her, but she had no idea what was in store, so she waited.  He jerked the mattress off the bed and leaned it up against the wall.  The box springs came next.  After he had those out of the way he crouched down to the frame, his huge, strong hands working feverishly at the bolts he had secured in place only days before.  He cursed under his breath.  He had done his job too well.  The bolts were too tight to be removed.  He looked at her, standing there watching him, "I wanted to make sure the bed was quiet, now I can't get them off.  Hang on a minute baby," he said as he jerked on some clothes and ran outside. 

 

 

          He returned with tools and went back to the bolts.  Cursing again he realized they were not going to come off.  Watching him work the tools only made her want him more.  He finally wrenched the frame from the headboard, picked it up, and set it against the wall.  She watched him in the low light as he picked up the mattress and set it back on the floor.  She loved seeing him work.  He was such an attractive man and watching him work only increased her desire for him.  Knowing his big, capable hands could just as easily touch her so tenderly and drive her over the edge was a nice secret she liked to keep to herself.  He looked up at her, his eyes dark pools in the darkened bedroom.  He held out his hand to her and she came back to bed. 

 

 

           He rolled over on top of her and slid inside her depths once more, this time getting the depth they both wanted.  He sighed in contentment, she cried out at the intrusion.  "This is what I needed.  I can't have my honey asking for me to go deeper and not be able to satisfy her."  He began to make love to her once again.  They moved together, her nails digging into his back as he threw her over the edge again and again.  When finally he could hold back no more and they collapsed together he smiled as he told her, "Well honey, we're back where we started, on a mattress on the floor."  Wrapped in his arms, secure in his love, she didn't care.  So long as she was with him, she didn't care where they were.