Awakening from the most decadent dream she'd ever had only to realize she had awakened to the dream in progress as she was totally wrapped in Sean's big arms with their legs entwined. Rachel took a moment to saver the steady beating of his heart beneath her ears as she rested her head on his powerfully built chest. It had been a long time since she'd listened to a man's heart beating in just this way. Sean's buttons' had somehow become undone whether by his hand or hers as she dreamed she was laying on smooth rich chocolate skin and she inhaled his scent committing it to memory. Rachel was so glad this was Saturday and she did not have to rush to work or have anything but cleaning house planned today. She could just lay here and enjoy this man's body and revel in Sean all day if he was so inclined.
'He smells so good. I wonder what the name of his cologne is,' Rachel thought silently. 'God, I wonder if the man tastes as good as he looks. Is this real or did I dream up everything that happened yesterday starting from the hot tub encounter. Just then Sean shifted his weight turning slightly to the left to tuck Rachel firmly between the back of the sofa and his body protecting her from the edge as he pulled her right leg up and over his left sliding his jean clad thigh between her legs it was obvious Sean was in his own decadent dream as he smiled and caressed Rachel's right thigh, then hip, and began to move upward to the curve of her butt cheek for a firm squeeze.
Smiling, Rachel could tell Sean was in the grip of a delightful dream probably just like the one she'd just awakened from with him as her co-star. As he squeezed her derriere and groaned, Sean was awakening some smoldering feelings from their previous night together. Rachel could not resist squeezing the hard masculine thigh between her legs in response and she had to stifle a groan as her lower body remembered just what Sean had done to her in the Jacuzzi, and in his car the evening before. Vivid memories of his hardness growing in response to her finger seeking their parking ticket last night came to mind. Rachel found her hips rotating to the definite hardness of Sean's typical morning erection and felt a little embarrassed as she was full awake and aware of her actions. She was taking advantage of a soundly sleeping man but she could not keep her hand from moving to get another feel of his package. Slowly and tentatively she brought up her hand to trace Sean's growing erection through his jeans. Watching it reminded her of a scene from the Jim Carry movie, Me, Myself, and Irene and she stifled another groan as she admitted silently, 'I have to have this man in my bed and I don't think I'll be able to comply with Steve Harvey's 90 day rule. This Man is just too fine and I am just too horny.'
Sean, in the throes of a truly erotic dream of his own his own dreaming scenes of them making love in some of his favorite places, his bed, the pool at the club, the Jacuzzi in the private master suite of his home, in his car, in the back of her SUV, began teasing the peak of Rachel's left breast as his right hand has somehow found its way inside the cleavage of Rachel's sweater seeking her warm flesh in his sleep. Taking a moment to realize he was not dreaming Sean awoke thoroughly enjoying Rachel's explorations and decided to wait and see just how far she'd go. Feigning sleep he almost jumped out of his skin when she shifted just a little to give her femininity better access to the hard ridge of his penis now at full mast. When she began gentle slow undulations on his member he couldn't take it anymore. Gripping her hips in both hands, bringing her fully against him, he startled Rachel as he suddenly shifted their position on the sofa landing her fully on top to straddle him and his rampant erection then Sean began to undulate with her.
"Oh, I didn't realize you were awake," Rachel said on a moan as the impact of Sean actions hit her.
"Good morning, Beautiful," Sean said with a seductive grin. "I love the way you wake up." And he tilted his pelvis at just the right angle to capture Rachel's full attention.
Breathless now, Rachel, trying to gain control of her craving to ravish this man blurted out, "We slept together last night."
Sean laughed, saying "Yes we did and I can't believe we didn't get around to doing this sooner," as he moved his hands under her sweater again to unclasp her bra.
As all her bounteous glory spilt into his hands, Rachel silently agreed with Sean and deciding to indulge her craving to feel his naked chest, began unbuttoning the remaining buttons on his half open shirt like a kid at Christmas unwrapping a much anticipated gift. Sometime during the night he had pulled his shirt free of his jeans so as she released the last button Sean's shirt fell open to reveal his massive pectorals, washboard abs and all that delicious chocolate skin was at her fingertips. Rachel sighed, from the unwrapping of her unexpected gift and the pleasure she was receiving from Sean's busy hands. As she explored every inch of Sean's exposed flesh she marveled at how much she'd missed this sort of thing.
Sean was counting his blessing at finally being able to indulge his fantasy but wanting more he fisted the hem of Rachel's sweater and silently asked if he could remove it. At Rachel's nod he removed it and the sexy purple bra and bending at the waist brings his chest flush to Rachel's breast and they both moaned at the contact. They sat that way hugging each other, naked torso to naked torso, with Rachel straddling Sean and still it didn't seem they were close enough.
"Rachel, I know this is fast but I have to have you. I'm about to explode from the need to be inside you right now however I don't want to rush you. If you want to stop tell me now because if we go any further I won't be able to," Sean said as he swung himself around into a sitting position with Rachel still straddling his hips. Just as Rachel leaned into to say, 'take me to bed, Sean,' her phone rang and they paused. Deciding to let the answering machine get it she shivered as Sean's lips were making their way up the right side of her neck with nibbling kisses and she turned to him for a lip locking kiss that rocked both their worlds for a moment.
However, another make-out session was again interrupted by the voicemail message being left by Marjorie, Rachel's sister, reminding Rachel she promised to make two platters of homemade chicken salad, finger sandwiches, six pounds of Swedish meatballs, and a pasta salad for the party of 75 guests that Georgia Bell's was catering tonight.
"Oh, my God, I can't believe forgot," squealed Rachel as she registered Sean's lips at her ultra-sensitive left breast suckling with vigor, "Ooo, ahhhhhhh, SSSean," she groaned in regret of having to stop when all she truly wanted was say to hell with the catering business and luxuriate in Sean's decadent attentions. However, she'd promised to help and she couldn't back out now. Bringing her hands up to Sean's head holding him in place for one more indulgent moment, Rachel slowly pulled him away from his feast to gently kiss him and extract her body from their purely sensual clinch.
"Sean, we have to stop," at his groan of frustration, Rachel, tried a few last gentle kisses to calm them both down a little. "I want you too, and I was fully prepared to take you to my bed, but I have a prior commitment needing my immediate attention, and if I don't start right now, I won't be able to deliver the food my sister is counting on. Can I get a rain check on everything you're offering, please?" Rachel explained.
Sean growling deep in his throat, threw back his head, eyes closed trying to calm his body down. Still caressing Rachel's body, reluctantly Sean said, "Ok, I'll give you a rain check but it has to be cashed in soon I don't think I can wait much longer. Now you'd better hurry and cover up before I change my mind." Reaching for her sweater, in a sudden tizzy to hurry and get her cooking out of the way Rachel covered up and moved out of Sean's lap. Mentally kicking herself for not deboning the chickens for the salad, and for not completing any other preparations for the dishes she was responsible for beforehand. Rachel began to pick up their discarded wine glasses and the bottle of wine they'd finished during their get to know each other session the night before.
Sean, finally managing to calm down, finding his shirt tucked between the cushions of the sofa pulled on the wrinkled mess and began helping Rachel straighten up the den. As they finish Sean noticed Rachel semi-silently listing the things she'd need to do and still reluctant to leave her presence said, "Hey, Rachel I see you have a lot to do and I'd be happy to help if you'd let me use your bathroom for a hot shower and shave."
Much to Rachel's surprise, she being reluctant to see Sean leave said, "Sure that would be wonderful, Sean. Follow me I'll show you to the guest bedroom and get you some towels and a wash cloth. I could also get you something to wear, I'm sure my son has a set of sweats around you might be able to wear."
"That won't be necessary I have a change of clothes in my gym bag in the car, I'll just go get it. Be back in a jiffy, Sean answered.
Smiling, Rachel went upstairs to the linen closet to retrieve a couple of towels and a wash cloth to leave in the guest bath for Sean. She then went to the kids' bathroom to retrieve a new toothbrush and toothpaste for him in case he didn't have one in his bag. As she was placing all the items in the guest bath she heard Sean reenter the house and met him at the top of the stairs on the second floor to direct him to the guest bedroom.
"I placed a new toothbrush and paste in there for you," Rachel said as he removed his shaving kit and fresh clothes from the gym bag he laid on the bed.
"Thanks, Baby," Sean murmured as he pulled out his things, stopping to give Rachel a quick kiss before entering the bath for his shower.
Like a school girl with a crush, Rachel fingered her lips while silently screaming, 'He called me Baby, yes!!' And she quickly darted downstairs to her own bath to take a shower and put on fresh clothes before heading to the kitchen.