Come Away With Me

Chapter Five

Chris helped Molly ease out of the Xterra that afternoon when they arrived back at his house. The effects of her anesthesia hadn't worn off yet and she was still a little unsteady on her feet. At least that was the excuse Chris used for keeping her close to his side all the way to the house. Chris had just helped Molly sit down on the couch and returned with her bag when the rain hit. Torrential down pours came from the sky and lightening occasionally lit the windows.
"Wow. Guess we both oughta get showers and eat before the power goes out." Chris said, watching Molly out of the corner of his eye. "You're not scared of storms are you?"
Though she had been quiet on the ride home, Molly's mind had been busy deciding to make the best of this night. She'd played it safe for too long now. She needed to just let whatever happened, happen. She laughed at the hopeful note in his voice. "No, I'm not. Actually, I enjoy a good storm. I love the sound of ran on a tin roof."
"Well, we better get going or soon it'll be a waterfall on a tin roof!"
Forty-five minutes later they met back at the kitchen, both showered and refreshed. "I don't know about you, but I'm starved!" Chris said,starting through the cabinets. He pulled out boxes of Rice Crispies, Frosted Flakes, and Fruit Loops. Molly couldn't help but laugh.
"Like cereal much?" Chris grinned, reaching across her to open the refrigerator. He pulled out a gallon of milk and tugged her over to the table.
"Would madam prefer the Rice Crispies, Frosted Flakes or the Fruit Loops?" Chris asked with a horrible french accent.
"Rice Crispies would be lovely, thank you."
They spent the rest of their meal laughing and talking as though the past three days had never happened. A particularly loud clap of thunder broke into their conversation about 2 hours later. Molly stood and walked over to the window. As Chris watched, a flash of lightning illuminated her features and allowed him to see the outline of her naked body through the "Sexy Beast" t- shirt she had put back on. So intent on looking at her, he completely missed what she was saying. "What? I'm sorry, my mind wandered." She smiled at him, coming back to her seat once again.
"I said don't you think we ought to find some candles or something?"
"Oh, right." Chris said, standing up and shoving the chair back from the table. holding his hand out to her he said, "I keep them in my "room". " She followed him to what she had dubbed the "Imagination Room". As Chris let go of her hand to open the closet door, the lights went out. She heard a shuffle, then a loud ,"Dammit!" Trying to keep from giggling, Molly covered her mouth. Apparently that didn't work, because the next thing she knew she was being grabbed and tickeled mercilessly. "So you think that's funny, huh, Miss Molly?" He continued to torture her until her stomach ached with laughter and tears were rolling down her cheeks.
"Stop! Please, Chris! I can't breathe!" Molly gasped, collapsing to the ground and holding her sides. Dropping down with her, Chris raised up on his elbow to look down at her. The lightening that flashed every thirty seconds or so, brightened the room long enough to let him know where she was.
"I better get some candles." Chris said, getting up and dusting himself off. He returned to Molly's side a few mintues later, carrying at least two dozen candles. Molly laughed,
"I guess I should have asked you if you were afraid of storms!"
Chris grinned sheepishly, lighting the candles and placing them all over the room. "Well, to be honest, they do make me a little nervous." He plopped back down beside her where she still lay with her arms behind her head as a pillow. "If I get scared, can I sleep with you?" A moment of silence passed and Chris thought he'd over done it. "I'm sorry Molly..I didn't mean to...."
His words were cut off by soft lips closing over his. Easing onto his back, Chris took Molly with him, holding her above him as she kissed him senseless. "No, you may not have meant to, Chris...but I do." Attacking his mouth once again, Molly let her lips and tongue learn the sweet taste of Chris' mouth. Her hands were fisted in his hair and he ached for her to touch him. Dragging his lips away for a moment, he stopped her and looked deeply into her eyes.
"Molly, baby, are you sure about this? Because if we don't stop now, I'm not gonna be able to."
With a smile touching her lips, Molly reached out and tugged his t-shirt from the waistband of his jeans, pulling it over his head and tossing it across the room. "I'm sure, Chris. Very, very sure." Smiling at her eagerness, Chris gave her a brief kiss.
"Wait here." He returned a moment later with a battery powered radio. Flipping with the dials he found the station he was looking for and laid down beside Molly. "Now it's perfect. Candlelight, soft music and a beautiful woman in my arms." Molly blushed at his last remark.
"No false flattery tonight, Chris. Please." He leaned over and drew his shirt from her body. As she raised her arms, her breasts spilled out like glory, the nipples already hardening under his gaze. She reached to cover herself but Chris drew her arms away and drank in the sight of her.
"Molly, you are beautiful. Inside and out." Swooping down to capture a nipple in his mouth he gave it a gentle tug. "Shall I show you how beautiful you are?"
Too caught up in the sensation of Chris' mouth on her breast, Molly could only groan as his ministrations on the other breast began, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Molly reached down to hold him closer to her breasts, loving the feel of his skin on hers. He caught the waistband of her jogging pants and tugged them down, delighted with the fact that she was wearing no underwear. His hands skimmed back up her smooth legs, pausing briefly at the juncture of her thighs, then continuing back up to cup her face. Pulling her in for a kiss, Chris slid his jeans to the floor. Finally he lay over her, flesh on flesh and nothing in his life had ever felt as good as it did at that moment. Molly reached up and brushed away the hair covering his eyes. Her own eyes, she knew, held tenderness and an emotion that was better left unnamed. He leaned in, grazing her softly swollen lips with his own, trying to convey what he was feeling with a touch. Sliding one hand open palm up down her soft stomach, her paused at her mound, lightly sifting his fingers through the downy soft hair. His smile widend at the whimper he brought forth from her lips. Pulling back he looked deeply in her eyes once again.
"Molly, are you sure?"
The concern and tenderness in his eyes dispelled any fears she may have had left. Placing her hand over his covering her womanhood, she moved it lower, inviting him to stroke her more intimately. "Chris, I want you."
That was all he needed to hear. His mouth came down to hers and started to tease it's way down her throat, while his hand was busy readying her body for his entrance. Lightly, he rubbed a finger over her nub at the same moment his mouth latched onto her breast. With a loud cry, Molly arched off the floor, pushing herself deeper into Chris' mouth and his touch. Her nails raked across his bare back, leaving red welts. At the moment she felt him slide one finger deeply inside her she tensed, hoping that he didn't discover the truth.
"Damn, sweetheart! You're so tight..." Sliding his lips back up her body, he paused at the pink shell of her ear. "I can't wait to feel you close in around me...so moist and hot...so tight" With his words, she became impatient, reaching down to grab his buttocks to urge him toward her entrance. Chuckling at her impatience, Chris obliged her, gently placing just the tip of his hard shaft into her opening. They both gasped at the amazing sensation they were creating together.
"Now, Molly."
"Yes."
Chris flexed his hips and thrust fully into her, breaking through her barrier and causing Molly to gasp at the sharp pain. Chris opened his eyes wide, staring down at the woman beneath him --- the woman whose virginity he had just taken. "Oh, Molly. Why didn't you tell me?" The thought that he had caused her pain making his voice sound forced. She slowly opened her eyes to see the man that she had given her greatest gift to looking at her with gentlness. A slow, sleepy smile formed on her lips.
"I wanted you to be the one." She sucked in a deep breath as his penis twitched inside her. "I-I need you, Chris. Please!"
Groaning at her request, Chris tried to take things slow, easing in and out of her at a soft tempo. After a few thrusts, Molly reached up and ran her hands through his hair, pulling him down to fasten her lips to his. "Faster, Chris. Harder."
"I don't want to hurt you..."
"You're killing me with this slow pace!" She grinned up at him and tilted her pelvis against him, rotating gently. "Please, Chris?"
Unable to hold back any longer, he pulled back almost all the way out of her, only to slam back in with as much force as he had. "You feel...s-so good, baby." Chris said in between thrusts. Latching her hands to his arms, she met his thrusts. For a few moments it was like a beautiful symphony, their bodies in perfect tune with one another. Molly suddenly felt herself tense, unsure of what was happening.
"Chris?"
"Just relax, sweetheart. I'm here." He continued to thrust into her and as he watched, her climax washed over her making her inner muscles clench around his swollen member causing him to find his own pleasure. With one last thrust and a loud groan, he emptied his seed deep in her womb. After his body had stopped shuddering, he collapsed to the side, not wanting to crush Molly. Instead she whimpered, holding him close.
"Don't leave me..not just yet."
He complied, resting his weary body on top of hers until he felt himself soften enough to fall out of her. As she continued to run her hands through his thick blonde hair, Chris became aware of shuttering breaths being drawn. He raised himself to look down at Molly. To his surprised, tears stained her rosy cheeks and brightened her eyes. Reaching down, he gently cupped her cheek, brushing away the offensive tears. "Molly?"
She smiled slowly at him. "Thank you."
Awestruck over this amazing woman who had just given herself to him, Chris felt an emotion he was too scared to name, lodge itself in his chest. He felt a sharp sting behind his eyelids and steeled himself not to let the tears fall. He smiled down at her. "No, beautiful, thank you." She blushed profusely at his compliment and smiled at the laugh that left his lips. "It's a little too late to be blushing, isn't it?"
She nodded as she pulled him down to lay beside her. Laying there, wrapped in the shelter of his arms, Molly felt something that she'd never really felt before -- she felt cherished. As she nodded off to sleep and her soft snores sounded from her heads rest on his chest and the rain falling on the old tin roof of the house, he stroked her soft brown hair. He knew that they would have to talk tomorrow about her virginity --or lack of now, Chris thought with a soft smile. He closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her in his arms as he drifted off to sleep.