In The Mood

Part 2

The next morning I woke to soft caresses on my bare skin and opened my eyes slowly, cursing at the brightness of the sun shining in. I groan and roll over into the chest of the person whose fingers have been dancing up my spine. I look towards the door hearing the sound of a maid out and about, "Claire!" No one comes to the door and I shout again, "Claire!"

She opens the door, "yes madam."

"Shut my fucking curtains..." I say curling into the chest of the man next to me as he chuckles.

She nods, hurrying to close the curtains, "sorry ma'am. Anything else for you, ma'am?"

"Good, now, bring me my morning coffee and an extra cup for my guest," I say softer this time.

She hurries out with a yes ma'am. I look up at the strong man as he still strokes my skin with the pads of his fingers. I hum, "keep doing that and I'll be wanting to ride that cock of yours until mid-day."

He chuckles, "mmm, been thinking about that sweet pussy of yours all morning."

I look down between us and see his morning wood. I feel myself pool between my legs. I look up at him. I rise up on my knees straddling him, the blankets around us falling around our waistlines. I spit in my hand and cup him in my hand stroking him up and down. He groans, "fuck your tiny ass hand feels so good."

I bit my lip and rose back up my knees, his hands finding my hips as I guided myself down and around him. I look down between us for a moment and look back at him, "fuck, James."

He nods and raises up, wrapping an arm around my waist as I begin to bounce, my chest brushing against his as I move. He smacks my ass and I groan, grinding my hips against his. I look at him with hooded eyes. He groans and grips my hips tightly guiding me to ride him up and down again. He buries his face in my breast, licking the valley between each one.

I hear the maid return and place the tray down on the small table by the window, and scurry back out, "my apologies ma'am."

I giggle and lift his head up by grabbing his hair and look down at him. He smiles and nods, "cum for me doll."

He begins to thrust into my hips as I begin to lose control. I grip his shoulder and gasp, "fuck."

He groans, spilling his seed up into me, "yes."

I roll over and groan, "fuck. You American's know how to have sex."

He chuckles and leans down kissing me softly. He slides from my bed, walking into my bathroom, "same with you Brits." He comes back with a washcloth that rubs down my sensitive skin. He walks over to the table where the coffee is, "how do you like your coffee, my lady?"

"Black, two sugars," I say watching him pour a cup and walk over to me with the cup for me. One for himself. I lean against the headboard and pillows. He sits next to me, wrapping an arm around my frame. I take a sip of the coffee and sigh happily, "mm. I think I could start my mornings like this more often."

He chuckles, "what, the morning sex or coffee in bed?"

"Both," I say softly and sip the cup. "With a good looking man."

He chuckles, rubbing my arm softly. He looks down at my hand and runs a finger of the solid gold band on my left ring finger. I look at it, "don't worry. He's dead."

"I figured," he said as he picked up the gold chain around my neck holding a thicker gold band. "Figured this was his."

I nod slowly, "killed by the Changretta's..."

"Jesus, I dealt with them," he says softly, looking out into the large room. "Not someone I was proud of running into. Heard a bunch of them went overseas and never came back."

"Yeah, it was an all out war," I whisper softly. "One that I wasn't ready for. Neither was Johnny..." I take a deep breath, "we don't have to worry about them anymore. They're extinct. Eliminated like the plague. I made sure each one of their family members suffered the way I suffered." I sip the coffee in my hand, "I hate Christmas to this day." I shake my head and rid the tears in my waterline, "you know technically I'm not a Shelby anymore...technically I'm a Lee once again, but I couldn't bear changing my name again."

He presses a kiss to my forehead, "why do you hate Christmas?"

"That was the day they shot him," I say softly. "He took six shots to the chest...six shots." I sniffle and quickly try to hide it with a dark chuckle, "six fucking shots. I had to close his fucking eyes because when he went down all he did was look up to the sky and look over at me as he died." I sniffle, but don't hide it this time, "it was an arranged marriage. Didn't even know him until the day we got married. We became the best of friends. Married for five years." I shake my head, sighing softly, "sorry, it's still hard even though it's been five years since everything." I sit up and sip my coffee, "I came here to start a new life and I'm doing that. You're not mad I was once married, are you?"

He shakes his head, "no, never. We all have a past. I just hope I can be a part of that new life you're taking."

I lean forward and kiss his lips, "baby, we are in for a helluva ride."

He smiles, "I cannot wait."