a course of nature

Chloe was making this difficult for Craig. He didn't want to be in the friend zone. Exactly. It was tempting to with all the wine while sitting cozy on the sofa in her livingroom at the cottage.

"Maybe we should have just stuck with a good lager," he'd suggested a little too late when they had finished the bottle of red wine.

"What? can't you take a good American wine?" She was giggly. The baby was asleep. A fire glowed in the darkness.

He felt warm inside. Not sad as he had been. He looked into her face and noticed her open smile. It had been a long while for him to find himself in this spot with a lass, no less.

He took a deep breath.

"What?" Was he reading the signs all wrong as he watched her bite her bottom lip, gently.

"Nothing, you'd think I was selfish," she then said, looking away.

"Tell, me?" He put his arm around her then.

"Its been such a long time, you know." She didn't smile then. "I can't say I don't have feelings for you Craig. I wish I could-"

"Don't." He touched her cheek then and tugged her toward him and he kissed her open mouth.

"You must be drunk," she said.

"I'm not," he said quietly, feeling all to alive to have so many clothes on. They kissed some more until it was a perfect lull. He read her like a book. Each page he turned with a touch, he felt a thrill inside.

He slid her top off and she took off his shirt. It was becoming slightly awkward on the sofa, pushing off shoes and the likes, all the while in each others arms, lips on lips. Finally, his fingers found her panties, that would have to go too. He pressed further with his hands, his lips. Her sweet smell mesmerized him.

Slowly, he was finding out what she needed. And it felt new and vibrant to him to satisfy this ache pulsing through her. He breathed her in. She took him in as well. How could you say no, to such a natural thing like this.