Amelia Kittren re-read the text she'd just sent her neighbor, twenty-one-year-old David Appleton, “All set for tomorrow? I’ll pick you up at six A.M. and we’ll head for the airport. See you soon ;)"

"Was the winky face too much?" she thought to herself. Although she'd never admit it to him, she could tell the young man across the street had been nursing a crush on her since she moved in across the street. Back then their age gap made it as harmless as a schoolboy crushing on his teacher, but as David had grown older Amelia had to admit he'd grown into quite the stunning young man.

It was fun to throw a little flirtation his way now and then and know he was squirming on the other side trying to interpret its meaning. She meant nothing harmful by it, if anything she figured it would help boost his confidence. She knew whoever he ended up someday with would be a lucky woman. "The things I'd do with that boy if I was ten years younger!" she thought to herself.

David was exactly the kind of boy she'd been drawn to in her younger years. She was going to have to strike a fine balance of fun and flirtation without crossing a line on their trip to Jamaica, but it was a line she'd toed with him for years.

Doing a final check of the itinerary she smiled a vengeful smirk to herself. Earlier that week she'd logged into the travel agency website to change out her ex's name on the reservation for David's. In the process, she realized her ex's credit card was still tied to the reservation. She decided after the way he'd treated her it was only fair she exact a little extra revenge, and charged some upgrades to the card. First class airfare, private limo transfer from the airport to the resort, an upgrade from a standard room to a penthouse oceanview suite, and several premium excursions and experiences for her and David to enjoy. By the time all was said and done she'd racked up over ten thousand dollars in extra charges. "A fair price to pay for what he did to me," she thought to herself, "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned."

Yes, Amelia and David were in for quite a week together.

Across the street, David struggled to sleep. The wink in the text message had had its intended impact. David tossed and turned, and struggled with a constant erection wondering what his week with Miss Kittren had in store for him. Time and time again he laid his head on the pillow, determined to get some sleep, unable to rest his mind, before glancing at the alarm clock, sitting up, and reaching for his tissues and lotion. He was determined to drain himself and give his hardness some rest before his dream of a vacation began that morning. Each time he lay back, he pictured the goddess next door lounging on a Jamaican beach, coconut cocktail in hand, brown hair swaying in the breeze, supple breasts nestled firmly in yet another fine bikini and stroked his cock until his semen burst all over his naked body. Then he'd wipe himself off, turn over, and feel a slight relaxation before his mind would begin to race, his tool began to harden again, and the cycle would repeat.

Before long, the clock read five fifteen. David decided it was a losing battle and he'd have to sleep on the plane. He hopped in the shower and pleasured himself one last time under the steamy jets of the showerhead. Then, he cleaned the dried semen and lotion off of his body from his indulgences throughout the night. He knew if he had any chance of hiding his constant erections from his host, he'd need to get used to jerking off in the shower. It was the one place he figured he'd get the privacy and release he needed this week. He toweled himself off and dressed for the day.

At six on the dot, Miss Kittren pulled up in her shiny blue SUV and they were off to the airport. David was impressed at how well put together she looked, even in her more casual traveling attire. She'd chosen a pink velour tracksuit and chunky golden sunglasses. Her brown hair was tied up in a messy bun and her nails had been expertly manicured with electric blue almond-shaped tips. As they arrived at the airport, she removed her matching pink luggage set from the trunk like a pro. Standing behind Miss Kittren in the TSA line, David noted, "Juicy," was printed across the ass of the sweatpants.

"Juicy indeed," David thought to himself admiring the way her clothes hugged Miss Kittren's voluptuous figure.

Neither David nor Miss Kittren had gotten much sleep the night before, so the conversation was at a minimum as they sipped their coffee in the terminal. They shared a relaxed silence, each occasionally giggling to themselves in disbelief that the day had actually come, and that they were about to embark on a week in paradise together. It was something neither of them would have even thought to imagine earlier that summer.

A boarding announcement blared over the loudspeaker, "Flight Eighteen-Zero-Five to Montego Bay will begin boarding shortly."

"Watch my coffee?" Miss Kittren said to David, " I need to use the ladies' room before we board."

David nodded, enjoyed the view of his companion sauntering down the terminal, and then noticed the red imprint of Miss Kittren's lips her lipstick had left on the white lid of her coffee cup. Even this early in the morning David's mind was racing with dirty thoughts, imagining what it would be like to look down and see a similar red imprint left on the shaft of his cock. He shook his head and tried to clear his mind of those types of fantasies. He was in for a wonderful week with one of his favorite people in the world. No sense ruining it by fantasying about something out of reach.

As they boarded the plane, David felt a sinking feeling. Somehow, in all of this, he forgot to consider the fact that he was a horrible flyer. Truthfully he'd never boarded a plane without getting motion sickness and having to make a run for the lavatory at some point. Embarrassing himself like that in front of Miss Kittren was the last thing he wanted to do.

He was shocked to discover their seats were the two plush lie-flat seats at the front of first class. Miss Kittren gleefully explained how she'd gotten back at her ex by sprucing up their trip a bit at his expense. He hoped the more comfortable seat might help his motion sickness, and tried to keep an open mind.

As the plane readied itself for takeoff, the stewardesses brought blankets, pillows, and eye masks to the first-class passengers. David had never experienced such service before. Once in the air, they were brought mimosas in real champagne glasses as opposed to the flimsy plastic cups David was used to being served on planes.

"I feel like we should make a toast." Miss Kittren remarked holding her glass up.

"Too good surprises!" said David.

Miss Kittren laughed and said, "May they be the only surprises we have this week!"

They clinked their glasses and tossed back the drinks.

"Luxury looks good on her," David thought to himself.

The chime sounded and the fasten seatbelt sign turned off. David and Miss Kittren took that as their opportunity to lean their seats back and try to get some sleep. David started to doze off, but the blissful moment was interrupted by turbulence.

David gripped his armrest and felt his stomach begin to churn. Looking to his right, he saw that Miss Kittren was clearly not bothered by the turbulence. Fast asleep, her heavenly breasts jiggled every time the plane shook. If David hadn't felt so sick, it probably would have aroused him, but at this point, all he could do was stare straight ahead and hope it would pass.

It didn't. Knowing he was on the verge of an ugly scene, he clicked his seatbelt off and made a break for the lavatory, locking himself in for the unpleasantness he knew was about to begin.

After a rough few minutes, David stood up and looked at himself in the mirror. He felt sweaty, clammy, and weak. The confidence he'd built up the day before was gone. How could he have been so stupid to think Miss Kittren would see him as a peer, as another true adult? He knew the motion sickness would pass as soon as his feet were back on land and he had a chance to catch his breath, but the embarrassment would take a little longer to get over.

Feeling the turbulence subside and the worst of the sickness behind him, he wiped his mouth, popped a breath mint from the tin in his pocket, and took a deep breath. He looked in the mirror.

"You've got this," he said to himself, before turning to the door and walking back into the cabin.

As he returned to his seat, Miss Kittren removed her headphones, noticing something was amiss for the first time. She took note of David's sweat-soaked t-shirt, pale skin, and the white knuckle grip he kept on the backs of the seats he passed as he staggered to their row.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" she asked, with the soothing, almost maternal, tone only an older woman could take with a younger man.

David was still mortified to be in this state in front of Miss Kittren, but he did feel some comfort in her familiar presence. As he sat down, she instinctively took his clammy hands in her own, warming them with her grasp as he settled in. He explained his issues with motion sickness and she took pity on him.

Reaching into her purse, Amelia shared that she had struggled with similar issues early in life and had a toolkit of special armbands, over-the-counter meds, and hard candies to help her cope. She hit her call button and asked for a ginger ale from the flight attendant.

"I wish you had said something sooner," Miss Kittren said kindly, "Now try to get some sleep. We've got a few hours before we land still."

David sipped his Ginger Ale and reclined back in his seat. He was so grateful for the care Miss Kittren had taken of him. The incident had helped bring him back down to earth, remembering that, while she certainly was the sex goddess he'd built her up to be in his head, she was also the kind older woman he'd grown close to over the past several years. He had nothing to be nervous about, and everything to look forward to. He closed his eyes and started to imagine what may be waiting for him as he drifted off to sleep.

What seemed like just a second later, David felt a light tap on his shoulder. "Wake up sleepy head, we're here!" he heard Miss Kittren whisper to him. He slid his eyemask down and squinted as the bright Jamaican sun flooded the cabin through the windows. She continued "You missed an incredible view as we circled the island and came in for a landing, but I thought you could use the sleep. I'd have felt terrible if I woke you up just to get sick again."

"Thank you," David said, "probably for the best."

Another perk of first class, they were among the first off the plane. Once off the jet bridge, they were greeted by a gorgeous Jamaican woman holding a sign reading, "Kittren." Amelia explained to David that amongst the upgrades she'd snuck onto her ex's credit card was a private escort to get them through customs as quickly as possible. This must be her.

"Welcome to Jamaica!" their guide said, "You must be Amelia Kittren! My name is Tiyanna and I'll help get you two out of the Airport and off to your vacation as soon as possible. You must be Miss Kittren's son?" Tiyanna asked David.

David and Miss Kittren chuckled, "Oh no," Amelia was quick to correct, "this is David, just a friend."

"Oh I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have assumed!" Tiyanna apologized, "Well David, I'm glad to meet you as well. So where are we staying on the island this week?" she asked, making small talk as they made their way down the long hallway to passport control.

"Full Moon Shores," Miss Kittren said, thinking little of it.

"Oh! Definitely not a trip for a trip for a mother and son then! Again, so sorry for my mistake." Tiyanna said, laughing at her own faux pas. "Before we get in line for customs, do either of you need to use the facilities?"

David was good, but Miss Kittren took advantage of the opportunity. David stood awkwardly outside the lady's room with Tiyanna. She had a trim, but feminine form that fit just right into the tight white button-up and red slacks that made up her uniform. It gave a professional feel, but one that let you know nothing was too professional here. David wanted to make small talk with the island beauty, but he struggled to find something to say.

"You're in for quite a week aren't you 'David just a friend,'" she joked.

David turned beet red. What did she mean by that? Why did she single him out and put such emphasis on "Just a Friend?"

Tiyanna chuckled again, noticing the embarrassment on the young man's face. "Be cool, I'm just messing with you mon. We're all friends here. I'm just saying, not many people go to Full Moon Shores as 'just friends,' and even fewer come back that way. And your 'friend' sure is easy on the eyes."

Before David had a chance to respond, Miss Kittren returned and they were whisked off to customs. With their special VIP line, they were through in no time. Tiyanna helped them find their bags and walked them to the Full Moon Shores desk at the exit of the airport, where they were whisked away to the resort in a stretch limousine.

"Aye mon, welcome to Jamaica my friends!" their driver called back in a thick Jamaica accent from beyond the partition, "Welcome to Jamaica, it's a short ride to Full Moon, but no need to wait to start your vacation! We've got some refreshments back there in the cooler. Help yourself, and enjoy! And speaking of enjoying, the windows are tinted but if you want to do any other enjoying, just know I can see everything through the rearview mirror. Don't let that stop ya though, I've seen it all before!" he chuckled to himself, pulling away from the airport.

David was shocked by how forward and open everyone had been since they landed in Jamaica. He didn't mind though. The more others put the idea of romance in Miss Kittren's mind the less he would need to do.

Opening the cooler, they discovered chocolate-covered strawberries, a bottle of champagne, a small bottle of Rum, and a few cans of Perrier sparkling water. They couldn't help but laugh. This life of luxury was not the norm for either of them, and the hints of romance around every corner made it all the more bizarre.

Settling into the back of the limo, David noticed that Miss Kittren hadn't left much space between them. The limo could have comfortably sat seven or eight people, but she chose the seat directly next to him. Trying to be sly he nodded his head down to get a view of Miss Kittren's ample cleavage down the front of her Juicy tracksuit. He was not disappointed.

Opting not to risk further stomach issues on the fast and jerky ride down the island roads, David cracked open a Perrier, while he watched Miss Kittren sip her champagne and sink her teeth delicately into the chocolate-covered strawberries. They were so fresh that juice dripped down the side of her mouth after each bite. With a blissful look in her eye, she delicately licked the overflow from the corner of her lip.

David decided a few bites wouldn't hurt him, and picked a strawberry for himself. Something possessed him to make direct eye contact with Miss Kittren as he bit into it. The rich chocolate and the sweet strawberry excited his palette, as he too felt the cool juice of the strawberry burst out of the side of his mouth and run down his face. Miss Kittren, without breaking eye contact, used her thumb to clean the juice from his face and licked it from her thumb all without breaking eye contact.

She paused for a second, shook her head, and laughed. "I'm so sorry," she said playfully, "I'm not sure what came over me. It's just so sweet, I'd hate to waste a drop!"

"That's the power of the island my friends!" boomed the deep Jamaican voice of the driver from the other side of the partition, "everything's a little sweeter in Jamaica!"

His interjection calmed the tension of the moment. David and Miss Kittren laughed and enjoyed the ride. They took in the sights, chatted with the driver, and enjoyed the beginning of their vacation.

When the limo pulled into Full Moon Shores, David and Miss Kittren were greeted with chilled towels to cool their heads and wash their hands after their journey. Their bags were whisked away, and they were guided to the welcome area by yet another kind-faced Jamaican woman.

"Welcome to Full Moon Shores, my name is Iris, and I'm part of our Luna Elite Concierge team. I'm gonna get you checked in, give you a little tour of the resort, and get your vacation kicked off. You must be Miss Amelia Kittren, and I'm guessing this young man is Mr. David Appleton?" the young lady asked.

David and Amelia nodded.

"Well welcome!" Iris continued, "Here at Full Moon Shores we're here to make sure your every need is taken care of, so you lovebirds can focus on taking care of each other's every need if you catch my drift. We're the premiere couples resort in Montego Bay, so if anything isn't to your liking please let us know and we'll do our best to satisfy!" she said ushering them into the next room.

Sitting down at her desk, Iris went over an itinerary, resort map, and other information with the travelers. Miss Kittren listened intently, but David struggled to follow along. His mind was racing. Every person he met seemed to think the two of them were a couple, as though any other pairing of individuals coming to this resort was inconceivable.

The idea of him and Miss Kittren being "love birds" was the kind of fantasy he would have come up with in his wildest dreams, not to mention Iris's remark about, "taking care of each other's every need." He half followed as Iris flew through the events of the week to come. It was clear everything was planned out and all he had to do was follow the printed itinerary Iris was referencing.

"Well, it certainly looks like you've planned out an action-packed week with us. Just remember to stop to connect with each other and pack in a little action of your own from time to time!" Iris said with a wink. "We can help set the mood, but it's up to you two to make the most of your time together here in Jamaica."

If David had been any redder he would have resembled a ripe tomato. He stared straight ahead, afraid to react in any way or make eye contact with Iris or Miss Kittren. Surely there had been some kind of mistake. Surely Miss Kittren would correct Iris and set the record straight, but she just smiled and thanked Iris for the information.

"Now, I see your room is ready, so I'll walk you through the resort, show you the hotspots, and then get you up to your room." continued the concierge, "Tonight you've got your welcome dinner at Taste of Phases at seven and then at eight-thirty, we've got our evening entertainment. Tonight is our Minute to Win It After Dark Gameshow night. Trust me. You don't want to miss it."

Iris led David and Miss Kittren through the resort's main pathways, stopping to point out the beach access, pools, bars, and restaurants as well as the amphitheater and the walkway to the spa. Arriving at the main hotel tower, she ushered them into an elevator and handed them each a key card.

"I see you made a last-minute room upgrade. You're lucky, we had a top-floor ocean-view suite available. You won't see a button on the panel for your floor, just insert your key card into this slot," Iris said as she demonstrated, "and the elevator will take you directly to our penthouse club level. You're in the Sea Turtle Suite, Room Ten-Sixty-Nine. Now, I'm sure you've had a long trip here, so I'll take you to your room. Your bags are already waiting for you and your mini-bar is fully stocked. If there's anything you need just pick up the phone and give us a call and we'll send one of our Club Luna Butlers up to bring it to you. Thank you for trusting your time together to Full Moon Shores, and have a wonderful vacation."

With that, Iris ushered them into the elevator and stepped back out into the main hallway. The doors closed and they were on their way up to their penthouse suite.

As soon as the door was fully shut, Amelia turned to David. For the first time, he noticed her face was as red as he was.

"David, I am so so sorry for the way they've been talking to us," Miss Kittren began, "My ex picked this place. I knew that they catered primarily to couples, but I had no idea just how strong the emphasis on romance and sensuality would be. I hope it hasn't been too uncomfortable for you. I wish I would have known so I could have at least given you a little warning."

David was glad Miss Kittren had addressed the elephant in the room. He tried to put his host's mind at ease, "No apology needed Miss Kittren. I'm just glad most of them have assumed we're a couple rather than assuming I'm your son like the woman at the airport."

"Well, that's a fair point," Miss Kittren replied, "and don't forget, call me Amelia. You're too old to be calling me 'Miss Kittren' anymore."

David shook his head and sighed, "I'll try, old habits die hard - Amelia." Saying her first name out loud felt awkward on his tongue. She had always been Miss Kittren to him, or Miss Kitten if he was really in a mood to fantasize.

"So how should we handle this?" Miss Kittren asked David. "Do you want me to correct people when they call us things like 'lovebirds' around here? I get the impression it hasn't happened for the last time."

"It's up to you," David said, "truthfully it may just be easier to go along with it when we're out and about. I'd hate for you to have to explain the whole situation every time we talk with someone."

"You promise it doesn't embarrass you to be my date for the week? I've seen your Facebook posts. I feel so old compared to the girls you usually hang around with at school." Miss Kittren asked shyly.

"You're joking," David laughed, "Miss Kittren, I'd take you over any girl in my class any day. You promise you're not embarrassed to be seen with such a younger man?"

"Not at all!" Miss Kittren affirmed.

"Then there's no issue," David said, buttoning up the topic, "as far as the fine folks here at Full Moon Shores are concerned age is but a number and you and I are off on a romantic getaway."

Miss Kittren giggled and the elevator dinged. The two phony lovers walked down the hall to Sea Turtle Suite, entered their card, and walked in. If they thought the resort was pushing them towards romance before, now they were certain. The lights were dimmed, rose petals were scattered on the bedspread, and yet another bottle of champagne in an ice bucket awaited them on the bedside table.

Stifling another laugh Miss Kittren looked guiltily at David. "I shouldn't laugh," she explained, "it's not that there's anything funny about you, you're a very handsome young man and if I were a few years younger I'm sure we'd be exactly where we belonged in a place like this, but you're my son's age and as much as I appreciate the ways you've grown and matured over the years, sometimes I still see that same sixteen-year-old boy who asked if he could mow my lawn in exchange for using my pool five years ago."

David was a bit saddened to hear this, but not surprised. "I get it," he said with an understanding tone. "I certainly wasn't expecting anything beyond a great week at the beach with you when I arrived here today. It will just be fun to play-act as a couple when we're out and about, get the full - Full Moon Shores experience."

This put Miss Kittren's mind at ease as she continued, "Exactly, let's just not get carried away. It's all fun and games to put on an act for the sake of others. There's just a line, and I don't want either of us to cross it."

David matched her tone, "Of course, I hope I haven't done anything that's gone too far."

She reassured him, "No, not at all. I just know once the liquor starts flowing and the good times roll, that line may start to blur. I'm not sure where that line is myself, but if either of us feels it's being crossed we need to let the other know."

"Like a safe word?" David asked.

"Exactly!" Miss Kittren confirmed.

The idea of using a concept so closely associated with rough or kinky sex like a safe word, made the whole thing seem a little dirty.

Expanding on the plan, Miss Kittren continued, "How's this, if either of us feels a boundary is being crossed, we'll ask 'Is that a coconut tree over there?' That way we won't reveal our secret to anyone else, but we'll know to take a step back."

"That seems fair to me," David said, ready to begin enjoying himself in paradise.

Turning to the bed, David and Miss Kittren noticed one other matter that needed to be discussed. There was only one bed in the room. An Alaskan King; it was more than large enough for the two of them, but given the previous comment about not crossing a line, neither wanted to admit that they were eager to share it with the other. At that moment, each planned to keep their word and not cross that ambiguous line, but still, there was a unique closeness and comfort they found in each other, and they were keen to innocently linger in it as long as possible.

"I guess a more responsible woman would call down to the concierge and see if we could get a cot brought up or offer to sleep on the sofa," Miss Kittren said, breaking the ice, "but it seems a shame for either of us to miss out on a good night's sleep. Are you OK if we share the bed?"

"Of course", David replied, "Calling down to the desk would require admitting we're not a real couple, and besides, if either of us feels a line is being crossed, we have our safe word, and we can move over to the far sides of the bed."

"Exactly," Miss Kittren said, relieved the bed wouldn't pose an issue, "well then, let's get some lights on in here and get a good look at this room."

Hitting the switch on the wall, the lights rose and the curtain on the far side of the room mechanically swung open, revealing the far wall to be a large glass window with a gorgeous view of the ocean.

"Dare I say it, I may spend the whole week in this room!" joked David.

"I don't know about the week, but after that flight, I wouldn't mind lounging here for the afternoon." Miss Kittren said, "That's not too boring for you, is it?"

"Not at all," said David, "Mind if I hit the shower first?"

He was eager to clear his head and wash the sweat from his body after his episode on the plane.

"Be my guest,' said Miss Kittren, "I'll probably do the same once you're out."

David stepped into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and basked in the hot water as the steam filled the bathroom. He took a look at the provided soaps and shampoos and decided to give them a try. He lathered his body well washing all over, enjoying their tropic scent. If he was going to be sharing a bed with Miss Kittren he wanted to make sure he didn't give her any reason to put extra space between them.

He also took time to give his cock a few good strokes. Eager to rejoin Miss Kittren, he didn't allow himself the time for a full release but savored the satisfaction of a few good tugs. He closed his eyes with each stroke and allowed his face to silently contort as he let his desires go, being sure to not make any noise that would alert her to his activities.

Rinsing the suds from his body, David felt sufficiently refreshed. He toweled himself off and noticed the plush white "his" and "hers" robes in the bathroom closet. Full Moon Shores didn't miss a beat. He wrapped himself in the soft "his" robe, electing to remain completely bare underneath, and ventured back out into the bedroom.

He saw Miss Kittren waiting for him, already lounging on the bed.

"That was quick. Do what you needed?" she asked.

"Absolutely, now I'm ready for a bit of a nap!" David said with a yawn.

"Fair enough, my turn!" Miss Kittren quipped as she jumped from the bed. She took note of David's robe and walked into the bathroom. David took a seat on the bed, noting that even in such a short time, Miss Kittren's perfume had wafted onto the sheets and left a heavenly scent for David to enjoy as he waited for her to return from the shower.

As he heard the rush of the water, he noticed something on the wall between the bathroom and the bedroom. What initially appeared as a full-length mirror, slowly became a frosted glass window into the shower as it filled with steam, another sensual feature of the Full Moon Shores resort designed to titillate their target market of honeymooners. He could clearly make out the unmistakable silhouette of Miss Kittren's naked body as she scrubbed herself down. David was mesmerized by the image but mortified to realize that surely Miss Kittren had gotten the same view of him in the shower. Had she noticed him tugging at his member, and if so, had she realized he was thinking of her while he did so?

The answer became evident as her motions became less about cleansing herself and more about teasing him from the other side of the glass. David watched her fingers trace from her lips down to her navel, briefly rest between her legs, and then circle her ample bosom as her knees pressed together. Then, although David could not make out her eyes or lips through the steamy glass, she unmistakenly turned her head right in his direction and blew him a kiss. She knew he was watching- and she seemed very OK with it.

Then, just as soon as he'd noticed the unique view, the water turned off, the fan kicked on, and the window once again became a mirror. David shook his head and tried to calm the erection he'd developed that was poking out of his robe. He decided the best course of action would be to simply sit cross-legged under the comforter until he was sure what Miss Kittren had in mind next.

Miss Kittren emerged from the shower wearing the other robe, with her hair up in a towel turban. "Incredible water pressure here, it's the little things that really make the difference, am I right?" she remarked, playing it cool

While David was tempted to jump her bones then and there, he wanted to match her energy. For now, he was going to try to be subtle and tempt her into making the next move. While her seductive shower tease sent one message, they had just moments before had a conversation about respecting boundaries and not crossing lines with each other. As of now, the name of the game was to blur the lines as much as possible.

"Yeah...water pressure," David said, playing it sly.

Miss Kittren climbed into bed beside David. Despite the enormous amount of space available to them, she nestled herself right next to him, and let her head rest on his shoulder.

"I hope this is alright, I'm just so happy to be here with you, it seems silly to put space between us," she said innocently.

"Absolutely!" David replied with a smile.

"You promise I'm not making you uncomfortable?" Miss Kittren confirmed, just to be sure.

"Miss Kittr...Amelia...we have our safe word for a reason." David said, forcing himself to use her first name, "If I need it I'll use it. Now let's get some rest. Dinnertime will be here before you know it."

He put his arm around her and she sunk further into his shoulder. She drifted off into a restful and content sleep in his strong arms while his heart pounded with a nervous and animalistic desire he'd never felt before. Here he was, in bed, nearly naked with Amelia Kittren wrapped in his arms. Despite all the talk of boundaries and not crossing lines, David knew one thing - this was a feeling he could never let go of. He wasn't sure how he would do it, but he had to make this real. He had to make this forever. He had to make Miss Kitten his.