Page 59 of Gotta Dig Deep
“Horse,” Glenna spoke from the kitchen doorway. “Want more coffee, or are you good?”
He thumbed the phone to silent, shoving it deep into his pocket as he turned. “I’m real good, darlin’. I’m real good.”
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Glenna
She twisted the sheets, shoving one leg out from underneath and into the cool air. Staring up at the dimly lit ceiling, she tried to calm her mind. Without success.
It had been like this for the last week. The less information was available, the more anxious it made her. Somehow it felt like the calm before the storm, and she hated being in a position of weakness.
The situation with Horse hadn’t changed either. He was free with his affection all day long with Glenna, earning kisses every time they were close. His tender touches to her face or arm, the back of her neck, or just the warmth of his hand settling in the small of her back—each electrified her, and the lack of forwards movement was frustrating to the extreme.
Maybe I should have pushed him harder.
She knew what she wanted. Horse in her bed would do for a start. Horse with her anywhere, actually. That would solve a good bit of the emptiness inside her, this aching longing for closeness with him. Something more than the make-out sessions they’d had so far, each of them cut short by Horse’s sense of valor.
She pushed the covers to her waist, spreading arms and legs like a starfish. Hot, she was too hot, and not just from the temperature. Her fingers dipped to the angle of her hip, then slid to the center between her legs. A slow stroke of fingertips against her core over fabric wasn’t enough, so she pulled the gusset of her panties out of the way, thudding against her clit with the pad of her thumb. She gasped quietly, legs stirring restlessly. Another dip of her fingers into the space created rewarded her with the slippery feel of her own excitement.
I want Horse to be touching me like this.
Pairing her ring and middle finger together, she thrust inside, gasping again.
Shamu got up from his pile of blankets at the foot of her bed and slipped out where she’d left the door cracked slightly.
He’s probably on his way to Horse’s room.
She thrust again, scissoring her fingers as she slowly withdrew them. Wiping them on the outside of her panties, she rose from the bed and walked to the door. Horse’s door was across the hallway, and closed, no light showing at the bottom. Shamu wasn’t in sight anywhere and Glenna shook her head.
She turned and climbed back into her bed, angry at how lonely it felt tonight.
Who am I fooling here? It’s been lonelier than ever since Horse came.
She ruffled the covers, cooling off the sheets as she flipped her pillow. Dragging them up to her waist, she stretched out again, cocking one leg to the side so it was uncovered.
Closing her eyes, Glenna concentrated on the tension in her muscles, working her way from toes to head in an effort to lure sleep closer. Half an hour later, she was still twisting from side to side.
She left the bed a second time and made it all the way across the hallway, fingertips a breath away from scratching on Horse’s door. Shamu was still nowhere in sight, but she knew where Horse was. Locked away from her by half an inch of wood, sleeping peacefully. They’d both worked hard today, like always.
He deserves his sleep. Go back to bed and take care of yourself.
Self-scolded and embarrassed by this deep longing for something she’d never had, she plopped back onto her mattress, not even bothering to straighten the covers this time. She leaned backwards, then pulled her knees up and turned to the side, curling into a ball in the middle of the bed.
Her door clicked shut and Glenna turned to see Horse standing there. The dim moonlight from outside highlighted his face, muscles taut with some strong emotion.
“Horse.” Her whisper hung on the air between them. “Please.” Not even certain what she was pleading for, she repeated the words, “Please, Horse. Please.”
“I got you, darlin’.” His voice was gruff and quiet but spread a blanket of rightness over her nerves.
He stepped closer, lifting the edge of the covers in his hands.
“Get under,” he urged, drawing the sheet up to her waist as she rolled to her back and complied. He joined her, his arms bands of strength that circled her and pulled her body closer to his hard chest. “Need to lose these clothes.”
She made a sound of assent and smiled as he went to work. His fingers were deft and gentle as he undressed her, rolling her side to side at will. Glenna went willingly, lifting her hips to help.
His hands slipped along her sides, body moving down the mattress while his questing fingers grazed across her belly and hips as he zeroed in on her center. She wanted to memorize the sound that came out of his throat when he discovered how wet she was. Learn by heart the feel of his hands touching her, rough fingers spreading her wide as he lowered his head between her thighs.
The first touch of his tongue against her core drew her back taut, neck arching as she called out to the ceiling. “God, Horse. Yes.” He responded with eagerness, mouth caressing every intimate fold of her pussy. His tongue pierced her, finger and thumb strumming her clit like an instrument. “I’m going to, oh God, Horse.” He continued stroking her as she quaked and shivered, legs tightening around his head when her orgasm peaked, tossing her like whitewater. Breathing hard, she gripped his hair, lifting his head to see his pleased expression, his tongue darting out to lap against her a final time.
