Transcending Queen by SK Thomas Page B

day one in his moment of
weakness, she lay right there in front of him everything he has
desired and thirst for.
    “Melissa?” he whispered and hesitated unsure
if he would act to fulfill his needs.
    “Melissa?” he stated in full voice as he
tried to rouse her from her stupor. She laid still, not a muscle
moved. He hastily closed the shades just enough leaving light creep
into the room for a dim cast. Gradually, he began to unbutton his
shirt giving her every chance to wake up before stripping it off
and throwing it on the chair next to the window by the bed. He
crawled on top relaxing his body onto hers breathing in her scent.
Her hair smelled as he had imagined with a silky softness and her
skin smooth. Her lips fresh and moist as he ran his finger tip over
them while licking his own wanting a taste even with all the
alcohol she had ingested, but knew it not the right time. Breaking
the barrier, he reached under her shirt caressing skin to find her
nipples hardened. “Odd,” he admitted to himself. “Melissa darling…”
he said making one more effort to arouse her, but still no
reaction. Straddling her now, he unbuckled his pants and went ahead
to remove her clothing as best he could repositioning her legs. He
leaned over to feel around and found she had a full bush, not a
Brazilian which is the fad these days and he approved. The fun is
just beginning as he entered her almost not able to contain himself
sliding it in with ease. At first, he took his time treating her
delicately like the prize he so admired when he couldn’t hold back
any longer unleashing his lust and slamming himself hard against
her becoming a greedy beast. His eyes locked onto her beautiful
face making sure she was not awakening. “No, there’s no chance, she
is out cold.” Sweat dripped from his body as his needs raged on. He
could feel a rush pulsating down through his pipes as an explosion
of fluid discharged, flooding the allotted space and giving him
immense gratification. A grunt released as he threw himself off her
and onto his back catching his breath. The darkness reigned supreme
once again, it could not be controlled.

Chapter 9 – Looking For a Home

Impolitely awakened from a bad dream, I
found myself questioning where I was. The room spun as I caught a
glimpse here and there, my head hurt as I winced in pain. I tried
again slower this time to recognize I found myself again in Father
Clayton’s bed. Panic struck not being able to remember the night
before, wondering what I had done as I tried to recollect the
events to no avail. A shockwave tore through me as I noticed my
clothes on a neighboring chair. I lay there trying to calm down as
I jogged my memory with nothing new coming to mind.
    “Father Clayton?” Calling out as I gradually
sat up covering myself with bed sheets. After waiting a significant
amount of time I called out again, “Colin?” Just when I’d almost
given up he entered showered and clean shaven with coffee in
hand.
    “Brought you a little helper, figure you
needed it. A mocha latte with a shot of espresso, I know how you
protest regular black coffee.”
    “Thank you so much, that’s very thoughtful.
You look handsome this morning.” I offered.
    “Business as usual, it never ceases.”
    “Colin? Is there a reason my clothes are over
there?” I asked innocently hoping if we had a moment of passion I
hadn’t forgotten.
    “Once you passed out and later vomited, I was
forced to wash your clothes. Letting you sleep in that condition
would’ve been unbearable, not to mention the stench.”
    “I’m so embarrassed…”
    “No, please don’t be.”
    “Do you have any idea what happened before I
came here?”
    “You don’t remember any of it?”
    “Not yet.” I expressed in a shy tone.
    “Does Tony’s ring a bell?”
    I took my time trying to recall the events
but nothing came to mind. I shook my head when Colin proceeded to
fill me in.
    “Tony called Jack, but out of respect for
your wishes