Written by John Safin

Sara allowed a breathy sigh to escape her lips. In the dim light from her nightstand lamp, she used her index finger and thumb with gentle manipulation. Her mind, body and spirit were filled with near-glowing warmth of anticipation.

Justin, who lived several apartments away from Sara, had started watching television from the comfort of his bed, but he soon forgot about the program. He was definitely preoccupied. His hands held a firm, but not a punishing, grip as he became almost mesmerized by the excitement.

Sara rolled over to her left side, away from the lamp. Her hands worked in near unison so as not to disturb her mood nor interrupt her attention to detail. She was caught up in a sea of emotion.

Justin realized he had slid down too far and readjusted his pillows, leaning them against the headboard, so they would allow him to be more comfortable in an upright position. He grabbed the remote with his free hand and turned off the television. It was a temporary pause. Certainly not enough of a gap for him to forgot where he was. 

It was too warm for Sara. She used her feet to kick and push the sheet and blankets until they were off her and piled at the foot of the bed. Winded from the burst of erratic action, she took a deep breath and was glad when the cool air enveloped the bare parts of her body.  

The new position allowed Justin to enjoy it even more. He licked the tip of his middle finger, which made things a lot easier, before continuing. 

Sara glanced over her shoulder before reaching for the half-filled glass of water on the nightstand. She didn’t want to stop but her throat was a little dry. One gulp, another sip and the glass was nearly emptied. All the while, she was sure to keep her left thumb on the same spot. 

Not enough light is what Justin thought. Turning his head toward the lamp on his nightstand, he pushed the front edge of the translucent white lamp shade up. This made a spot lighted area that covered Justin from his knees to slightly below his rib cage. Again shifting his seated weight to find a comfortable position on the bed and against the propped-up pillows, Justin finally started where he had left off. 

Sara used the fingers of one hand to daintily pinch the edge and her other hand felt the outer covering. 

This was almost a white-knuckle ride for Justin. Several times he had to make a conscious effort to loosen his grip. 

“Oh, what a man,” Sara softly remarked as she felt her cheeks becoming flushed. “That was an absolutely wonderful thing to do.” Even without the sheets and blankets covering her, Sara still had to wipe a little perspiration from her upper lip. 

Justin’s fingers and hand moved faster. “Where does this end?” 

Sara turned over onto her back with her head on the pillow. Her hands took a firmer grip. She licked her lips as another wisp of her warm breath breezed from her mouth.  

“Yes!” His muscles tightening, Justin lurched into a straight-up sitting position. “It’s about time!” 

Sara shivered. She relaxed her hands and eased them onto her stomach. Staring at the ceiling, her thoughts reflected on the past few minutes and how she now felt. 

Justin relaxed against the pillows again. The little burst of adrenaline dissipated from his body. He grabbed the small digital clock off the nightstand. “Almost midnight,” he reflected. “Gotta get up in six hours.” 

She reached for the water glass and drained it. A smile appeared briefly on her face. Before turning out the light, she placed the bookmark at the beginning of chapter fifteen.  

Justin pulled the lamp shade back to its normal position. Before turning out the light, he dog-eared page 174 of the spy-thriller Demon’s Run. 

Sara thought Maiden’s Rush had been an exciting story so far, even if it did have a typical blouse-ripped busty woman and rugged, shirtless he-man on the cover. She placed the book on her nightstand and turned out the light. 

"Book lovers never go to bed alone." – Unknown

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