Embracing Ellie: Chapter 22

The cabin was still and quiet when she re-entered. No sign of Hemi.

She had donned the white terrycloth robe, tied it at the waist, standing now in the kitchen, wondering why each footstep felt like she trod through sloppy muck. It was like medieval torture—drawn and quartered, her four axes chained to powerful horses each aimed in opposing directions. Reluctance, eagerness, hunger, fear, desire, restraint… All of them at odds and seeking to render her asunder.

The bedroom door was closed. Behind the bedroom door, Hemi napped. Napped naked, and waiting for one curious Elena Torres.

If she dared.

Dread now held her quick-beating heart in a cold and steely grip. Each footstep through the kitchen proved more and more difficult.

Until it didn't.

Then she was striding, heading to the bedroom door, but hiking a quick left, headed to the bathroom to brush her teeth. And then, standing in front of the mirror, putting her fingers through her wet, tangled mane, she said, "And you have to blow dry, too." What was she gonna do, climb into the bed with Hemi, two feet of hair, sopping wet, cold on their shoulders?

What do you mean, their shoulders?

Well, my shoulders.

She brushed her teeth at the sink and mirror. Danny had provided amenities. Toothbrush, toothpaste. Always thinking ahead, her husband. Even had a second toothbrush for Hemi to use.

Well, that was nice because when they started to make out later…

 She shivered despite the heat from the blow-dryer. Her nipples ached.

She stood in the small bathroom blow-drying her hair for a very long time. At least the hairdryer's whine would let Hemi know what was taking her so long. Maybe he would actually fall asleep. Maybe she could slip into bed next to him and drift off without him even knowing she was there.

That didn't seem likely.

And once her hair was done, there was nothing left to stall.

She could go lie on a lounger. Hemi must suspect she would chicken out. He didn’t really think she was going to go in and lay with him, did he?

You should chicken out.

—No, you shouldn’t.

Maybe you could take some pics in bed together, tease Danny.

—Or give Danny what he wants.

But what about what you want?

Do you want this?…

It was possible she really did. 

She padded barefoot down the hall to the bedroom door, quiet as a mouse, chewing the inside of her cheek almost raw. She listened at the door. No big, deep, breathy snores, unfortunately. No cancellation of what was to come. Fate wouldn't remove the future from her hands. Everything here was her decision.

She opened the door as silently as she could and stepped inside. Was very happy to find Hemi in bed with his back turned to the door, head on the pillow, vision aimed out at the view. The room was cool and quiet, the bedding crisp and clean—and under the bedding, just about the hottest guy any woman could dream up in her own fantasies. Rugged adventurer, tall, handsome, burly, funny, kind. Someone who cared about humans, a mom who loved him, an aunt who cooked him meals. People in town liked him. He knew all the Maori legends, showed respect for nature and for other humankind.

And he had a chest and shoulders it would take two of her to link arms around. And he had abs. And he had a penis that hung down to his knees, practically.

Her stomach tightened again. Hemi was a great guy, and it bothered her to reduce him to such immutable sexual characteristics. But they were parts of the whole. Parts of what made him who he was. He was fine as a man could be.

More silent travel across the six feet to the side of the bed. Then she sat down, the robe tightened around her waist, the collar right up to her neck. She regarded Hemi over her shoulder. He hadn’t stirred.

She untied the belt, opened the robe, stepped out of it, then slipped under the covers next to this man who wasn't her wonderful husband.

Still, Hemi didn't stir. She slunk a little closer, head on the pillow, then turned to the left, regarding his broad, muscular back. He blocked out the view; blocked out the daylight. His back was a hilly terrain, small muscles making up the components of larger muscles, like lying at the foot of some massive rocky rampart. So unlike her husband. Twice the size of Danny.

She nudged herself a little closer still. Close enough she felt the heat radiating from his body. She was completely naked under the covers with a man equally naked. Most of her body responded in clear biological fashion: racing heart, lusty breath, tightness between the hips, an aching need that had her well lubricated. It was her brain trying to pull everything back by leather reins, ready to snap.

Without saying anything, without asking for any permission, she watched her own hand reach out, push down the sheets a little and let her fingertips rest on Hemi's bare back.

He was hard and strong. His muscles thick. A powerhouse of a man just built differently than other men. She flattened her hand, tried gripping the hunk of muscle at his side under his shoulder blade. The muscle was thick, but yielding. She felt him flex as he adjusted his position in bed. Hemi wasn't sleeping, though she hadn't thought he was. He was just willing to let her hands explore.

And her hands explored, mostly just the fingertips, coursing over his body in ways as innocent as those masseuses. She didn’t possess their therapeutic skill and wasn't trying to pleasure Hemi. She just wanted to feel what another man felt like. And she liked it.

Hemi wasn’t a man like Danny. They were both kind and soulful and respectful. But everything about their physicality was different. Daniel had muscle, yes, but he was tall and lean. Hemi was a powerhouse, a very big man with a very big-man nature.

Her hand went down his naked side, and the thrill sent tremors through her tummy. She had to stop, her hand resting above his hip. The excitement was too much. There was a joyful pleasure in feeling him. A joyful pleasure in exploring his beautiful body. And even though Danny wanted this, it was still just so wrong.

Hemi turned her way at last, her hand staying at his side, then smoothing over his midsection, feeling his hard stomach, then drawing her hand close to her, afraid to touch him when they were face to face.

She brought both hands under her cheek on the pillow, and when Hemi looked at her, she said, "Hi."

"Hi, yourself," he said.

"You have such a nice back," she said.

"I'm glad you like it," he said. "You do, too.”

“Am I as big and jacked as you are?”

“I don’t like muscles on a girl. Not usually.”

“Would you like it if I lifted a whole bunch of weights and got really big and strong?”

“Yeah, I think I’d like it.”

“It seems like a lot of work.”

“It’s not for everybody.”

Silence then, both of them looking at each other, any of the boldness she felt earlier seeming to retreat now, perhaps as the bubbly’s medicinal effects waned.

She said, "So we're gonna nap?"

“We can if you want,” he said. “Do you want to?”

“Kind of awake now, really,” she said.

"I’m kind of awake now, too. You want to settle in with me? See if we can doze off?”

She stared at him dumbly for a moment, blinking, then said, “Okay.”

And then… she sucked her lips into her mouth and wriggled close to his side as he hooked an arm around her and held her close to his body. Now her cheek was on his chest, her hand on his ribs, her other hand squished between them. His hand rested on her hip with the sheet between them.

Having such a large and capable man holding you close like this was exciting and also came with such a sense of surety that she felt light-headed for a long moment. Hemi made her feel safe, protected. Hemi made her feel small and very feminine, and she really loved how that felt.

She nestled closer to him, and he hugged her tighter.

“I’ve never lain in bed with anyone like this except Danny.”

“He’s your one and only.”

“He really is,” she said, which was a strange thing to say when you were naked in bed with someone else. “It feels really nice.”

“Laying with me?”

“Yeah,” she said. "You feel very strong.”

He thumbed at her waist and the top of her thigh, his hand practically holding one butt cheek now. The sheets had settled over top of their bodies, both of them with bare skin pressing bare skin. But as the sheets had settled, the shape of his manhood became evident.

Hemi lay on his back, and his penis lay up on his belly, aimed somewhat toward her. It moved under the sheets. It was growing.

The sight mesmerized her, and she held her breath, watching it twitch under the crisp white cotton, getting bigger with each beat of his powerful heart. Seeing his arousal spiked her own into the stratosphere. She felt the tickle of wetness in her creases and tightened her hips. Moisture pooled in her most sexual parts.

She slipped a hand under the sheet and let her fingers explore his chest, his ribs, sternum, and his stomach. Just a hard, muscular body. Warm. Pleasant to her touch. Just six inches away, his huge penis humped out the bedding, so close to her hand.

He lowered his face to her top of her head and kissed her crown. “Your hair smells so nice.”

“Thank you,” she whispered, still watching the hump enlarge.

She turned her face up to his, smiling.

“Yeah, love?”

“Your penis is really huge. Right?”

He snuffled and kissed her crown again. “You think it is?”

She rolled her eyes and looked away, planting her cheek on the warm armor of Hemi’s muscular chest. There was no way Daniel was small. Daniel was average. Above average, she would bet. Her husband had never left her wanting.

“I’m so embarrassed,” she muttered. 

Hemi took the opportunity to reach down and grab his manhood under the white sheet. It lifted and showed its newer, larger size.

“Oh my god,” she whispered at the sight.

“I’m not a small fella,” Hemi said.

“Not at all,” she sighed.

His huge cock extended out of his masculine grip clad in a white drapery. Its shape showed through the fine fabric. The bulb of his swollen glans and its puffed, flared ridge pushed out the fabric.

It looked beautiful in an indescribable way.

Her hand slipped out of the bedding and moved toward the cotton totem. She regarded Hemi, looking up through raised brows. “Can I…?”

“Help yourself.”

And she did help herself, putting her grip on another man’s growing hardness. Holding another man’s enormous cock. And it was a cock. A big, heavy wallop of man meat. Too big to be real. Too big to accept. As her hand went around it, the first thing she noted was her hand wouldn’t circle it.

“You’re so thick,” she whispered.

Hemi groaned and arched his back. “Fuck, Ellie—your hand feels so good on me.”

She changed her grip, going overhand and stroking his huge length up and down. The growling and masculine sound he made turned her on like nothing before.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” she told him, saying things way outside her wheelhouse, her hand wrapped around his massive hardening member. It was straightening in her grip.

“Ah, fuck, Ellie. There’s so much I wanna do to you, if you’d just let me…”