Chapter 8

It was early the next morning. Lorraine could have slept forever but she heard a voice pulling her out of her sleep.

"Lorrie, wake up."

It was Shawn's sweet and soothing voice entering her dreams.

"I don't want to," she mumbled, but he gave her a shake as she lay next to him in the bed. Lorraine reluctantly opened her eyes to find Shawn intently looking at her. "What?"

"It's a work day," He reminded her.

"I can call in sick," she said.

Shawn leaned in and softly kissed her. "There's a lecture I can't miss," he sighed.

"Damn," she groaned.

"You're so beautiful," he said, kissing the tip of her nose.

Lorraine smiled happily as Shawn brushed his hand through her hair. "We have time for a quickie," she giggled.

"How many times did we do it last night?"

"I have a lot of catching up to do," she explained.

Shawn pulled back the covers to expose their nakedness, leaning over and kissing her navel before moving up to her breasts and nipples, slowly, tenderly, lovingly.

Lorraine rubbed her hands along his shoulder and around his sides, down his back, adjusting her body when she felt his morning erection pressing against her leg.

Shawn used his hands to explore her body while she did the same, fascinated to see him naked once again. He slid his hands underneath her ass and cupped her cheeks while kissing her on the mouth with affection.

"It feels so good," she whimpered.

Lorraine spread her legs for him once again, welcoming his desire while trying to remember the last time she made love in the morning.

Shawn made her feel young again. A few weeks ago she was an old thirty-three but now she was a rejuvenated thirty-three year old ready to catch up on lost time and opportunity.

She laughed with delight feeling yet another orgasm building up inside of her as Shawn pumped and thrust with passion and meaning. She had honestly climaxed more in the past several hours than she had in the past several years combined.

But Shawn didn't stop after she yelled out with satisfaction and they nearly fell off the bed as he fucked her with such energy and conviction that her head was spinning. Lorraine was clawing at the sheets and screaming into the pillow and he was on his knees, lifting her off the bed, and bending her like a pretzel, finding her sweet spot in the new position that had her rolling and thrashing, screaming and crying as her body shook with un-imagined ecstasy that left her whimpering, shuddering and shaking.

Shawn was calling her name as he emptied himself into her and she was crying as years of bent up frustration and reserve burst out of her in a freeing volcano of release.

"Shawn!" she cried. "Shawn! Shawn! Shawn!"

They ended up on the floor together, Lorraine only semi-conscious from the unbelievable sex, sweaty and breathless, exhausted yet exhilarated.

"How the hell can I go to work now?" Lorraine wanted to know, her voice weak as Shawn cuddled her, kissing the top of her head.

When she could feel her legs again, Lorraine picked herself up off the floor and stumbled to the bathroom to wash away the sweat and sex but she didn't protest when Shawn joined her in the shower although she wouldn't let him make love to her one more time.

"I can't take anymore," she confessed. "I won't be able to teach."

"Tonight then," Shawn said into her ear over the spray and flow of the shower head. "Wait for me in bed, not the couch. And make sure you're naked!"

She giggled. "Our Winter Solstice continues."

Time forced them out of the shower. They dried each other off and went to their separate bedrooms to dress for the day, re-meeting in the kitchen for their morning coffee but everything was different now. All of Lorraine's buried emotions had sprung free.

They didn't talk as they looked at each other with knowing smiles on their faces.

"It's going to be a great winter," Shawn predicted.

"Yes it is," Lorraine agreed, leaning across the table and kissing him.