Part Five
 

I swear, thought Marita, if Alice wasn't so busy taking care of those Logan boys she'd remember to pick up her shipments from the supply store.  The owner had dropped off a shipment that was special order from Richmond. As Marita walked down the hall to Alice's room, she caught a glimpse of movement in Sean's room. She slowed and thought for a moment, knock or not to knock...hmmm. The little devil on
her shoulder said knock and she did.  A quick rap, that brought her face to face with Sean, his linen shirt hung open and his hair was still damp, he had apparently just washed up and changed.

" YE...oh, Marita, I'm just getting changed for dinner.  Everything alright?" he asked, one hand braced against the door jam and the other holding the door ajar.

He was giving Marita a very close view of his chest and she took advantage of the situation. She was staring up then down then up then down, at a lose for words.  Sean smiled to himself, God he loved her, she had seen him shirtless thousands to times growing up, washing horses,swimming, etc.  Even now her innocence was apparent.  He knew wonder when he saw it and he also knew lust.  She's curious, he
thought.

"Marita?" he said, bringing her back from her trance. "Did you need me for something?"

"Uh, ..no I saw movement and I wanted to check and see if you were ok." she said, looking up at him and noticing his smirk.

"It's my room, Marita, I usually do move when I'm in here..." he said with a full blown smile of amusement.

"I'm not embarrassed!" she said.., "Stop looking at me like that!"

"Marita, give me the package before you drop it," he countered, as he grabbed Alice's delivery and placed it on his bureau, "By the way, you do look a little shell shocked"

Marita, pushed passed Sean into his room, and had the nerve to pick up  his own pillow and throw it at him. "I'm just surprised that you weren't dressed. It isn't seemly to answer a door without your clothes on, Sean."

"It's my Bedroom Door, ..should a lady be knocking on it?? or throwing my own pillows at me?" He said on the verge of laughter.  "You know what would be really unseemly would be if I shut the door behind you..."

"Sean, don't tease me, we could get into trouble .." she said, a shy smile playing on her lips.

"How about you kiss me real quick like and leave before anyone catches us?" he offered as he walked slowly towards her.

"Don't do it Sean," Marita said softly "Stop playing,..I mean it!!...SEAN LOGAAAN."  Sean scooped Marita up by her waist and practically threw her on the bed. Sean laughed an evil, villainous, laugh as he merciless tickled her, while he trapped her between his thighs.

Sean  kept a steel grip on her waist, " Say Sean, I'm not mad anymore."

"Never!" yelled Marita

"Say it!, or I'll do this till dinner" he threatened.

"NO! Sean, stop it!" she said " Fine! I'll say it"

Sean leaned back and rested his hands on his thighs, waiting for her to give up.

"Not today!" she said as she squirmed back on the bed in a last ditch effort to make her stand.

Sean laughed "You little minx!. Come here!" and grabbed Marita's ankles and slowly returned her to her position between his thighs. All the while Marita was laughing and grabbing for any projectile that might losen Sean's grip.
When Marita finally stilled, Sean leaned closely to ear and whispered slowly and seriously, "Please say your not mad, Marita. I need you."

Marita placed he hands on his face and whispered back " I know Sean, I know"

Sean slowly layed out beside her and his hand making fleeting carresses on her hair, her waist, and eventually stopping on her lips.

" I love your lips, I love to hear you talk, and the way you purse them when you're thinking, or when you blind me with that smile when you see me..." he paused to caress her cheek.

Marita took this opportunity to caress him as well. She ran a timid hand down the center of his stomach and watched they way his muscles played against her hands. She gripped his waist and motioned for him to lay back. Sean slowly reclined across the bed while Marita straddled his waist. She was curious and Sean could see it in the tilt of her head and the way she studied his body.

"It's ok," he said " Touch me."

Marita searched his eyes and proceeded to learn Sean in a way he had never experienced before. She ran her fingertips over every muscle, and followed every sinew to it's end and began again. She ran her lips over chest and kissed his heartbeat. Sean was stunned to see her lay her cheek on his stomach and turn and press a kiss to the place where his riding pants ended and his nether hair began.

"Roll over" she said, less shy and more intrigued. She watch his back muscles shift under his skin as she massaged them.

"Am I doing that?" she asked in wonder.

"Yes", he said, breatheless and in a daze.

How am I doing this? he thought to himself.  She slid down more to run her hands over his hips and down his thighs. She
started slightly when he flinched and his thighs and hips became hard as stone.

"Are you alright?" she asked " I didn't mean to hurt you."

"No..I.. I'm fine" he said as he gripped the quilt underneath him in a vice grip.

"Beautiful" she said in a whisper.

Sean thought the room was pulsing. Every nerve in his body hummed. Marita leaned close to Sean and he felt her warm breathe on the back of his neck, her hair felt like silk on his back and he knew if he didn't have that same feeling on his chest he would die from wanting. Sean began to turn over and
Marita sat up, thinking he wanted her to stop her exploring. Little did she know this was only the beginning......

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