Love, Lust 'n Geology (1ST DRAFT)

Chapter 57: Morning (a)musings

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Chapter 57: Morning (a)musings

Tom stirred on Monday morning, at the proverbial crack of dawn, a good half hour in advance of his alarm, which he had set for 7 am. His first conscious thought was that today was the day: the start of his and Samina's two weeks together! He grinned, his fine-featured face made rugged by morning shadow, but engagingly so.

He awoke on his back, his arms stretched above his head, his legs crossed at the ankles. He glanced down at his feet, and then, tilting his head back, up towards his arms, and began to chuckle. An onlooker – luckily for Samina, there wasn't one! – might have guessed that it was his prominent – no, make that impressive! – boner that had tickled his funny bone. But no, that wasn't it. After all, that was par for the course: he awoke with one pretty much every morning!

Rather, he'd recalled a conversation he'd had with Samina over his current sleeping position. She'd noticed it one morning, a few weeks after they'd started going out. She would have, for ever since her sweet declaration of love by the side of the lake, his door had always, always remained open to her! Not so her own, which was perpetually closed to him!

The only time he'd seen her sleeping was when she'd drifted off on his bed. How he relished such occasions – after all, it was where she belonged, wasn't it? And how impossible he found it to keep his hands off her when she did. He'd end up lying next to her, one arm over her, cradling her, the peaceful expression on her face, the slight, tickling sensation of her warm breath, gently fanning his chest – more often than not, that would be his bare chest – the rhythmical rise and fall of her body beside his, filling him with the deepest contentment.

On the particular occasion that Tom recalled, the exchange between him and Samina had gone something like this:

He was asleep. The bathroom door creaked, waking him. (He determined to oil the hinges that very morning!)

When he heard the door again, he hailed Samina with, "Hey baby, you're up early!"

Stopping in his doorway, she smiled softly and greeted him, "Hi," and then, "I was planning to go back to sleep." That made sense, as she was never, ever up and about before him!

"Why don't you come in for a second, baby?"

"Awright."

As she stepped up to the bed – that would be to his side of it – Tom saw her eyes trail over his body. He smirked, confident that she wasn't gonna make it back to her room anytime soon. That is, till he saw her face darken, and a (most puzzling) frown appear. She didn't look at all pleased with what she'd seen!

What? While Tom had had concerns about the state of his breath, should he have been worried about his appearance, too? Silly, cause no man could have looked much dreamier than Tom did at that moment. His long, enticing body lay sprawled on the bed, positively beckoning to a woman to run her hands over the muscular contours of his bare chest and arms and abs, but not to stop there. Oh, no. To then slip them beneath the sheet which outlined his equally strong legs, not ignoring, of course, what lay between them.

It occurred to Tom that perhaps his dick was the problem? He looked down, only to find the head (of the possible culprit) staring back at him. It had almost succeeded in poking out from beneath the sheet and was visible to him from his supine vantage point. As expected, it was basking in its usual morning glory. Samina could hardly hold him responsible for that! After all, he'd just woken up!