Gordon grabbed the sides of her stomach and pulled her towards him. He laid her down on the bed. After about two minutes of steady licking, she came. Ecstasy filled her as she let out a deep sigh. She wanted more of Gordon, and at that moment, she didn’t care about the repercussions. She wanted Gordon to enter her as wetness dripped between her legs.
“Sorry, I wasn’t expecting that much,” Samantha said. “Did I spoil the mood?”
But Gordon, without saying anything, pulled off his pants. Clearly, the mood had not been spoiled. She began to move her head towards his huge and erect cock. But he took her head in one hand and shook his head.
“Let’s do this the old-fashioned way,” he said and laid her down on her back.
It didn’t take long for Samantha to switch around and ride him from the top. The energy levels went from passionate lovemaking to frenzied fucking pretty quickly as they worked each other harder than they had ever been worked, much more passionately than Samantha could remember. In those moments, it was hard to say exactly what provoked them, but it was clearly something more than usual. When Samantha had reached a point where she could scarcely breathe, she came again.
“Finish inside me, right now,” she panted.
It wasn’t quite as easy as that for Gordon, she knew, but it certainly didn’t take many more minutes of thrusting for him to fulfill her request. They ended the evening by laughing and rolling around on the bed, naked and spent.
Without an indication as to why, Gordon stood up and began putting his clothes back on. When he said, “I’m going to go back to my room,” Samantha had a sudden pang at the memory of his previous departure. However, she wanted to sleep alone, as well. She understood that they might have been able to have sex, but having sex was another kind of intimacy than sleeping together. Sleeping beside each other would mean something, something that perhaps neither of them was ready for quite yet. That was okay, though, she thought, because they had time.
After Gordon left, she stared at the ceiling, thinking. What they just had was magical, but the abrupt way he had left kept her confused. Truthfully, she didn’t give a shit at this point. He brought out a part of her she had missed for such a long time. She touched between her legs and felt the wetness. She sighed and smiled, feeling like a teenager again.
Samantha received a call at nine the next morning, inviting her down to breakfast in the hotel cafeteria. There was a noticeable lack of tension between them as she approached the table. But, there was also a noticeable lack of affection. Gordon sat sipping on a cup of coffee, seeming to focus more on the drink and the paper he was reading than his guest. He looked up and gave off a sly smile but almost immediately switched back to a straight demeanor.
They addressed each other rather like two friends who had not done to each other what they had done last night. It was as if last night had been erased, and they had gone back to the time before then.
“Sleep well?” Gordon asked.
“Yes,” Samantha replied. Whatever game Gordon thought he was playing, Samantha decided she was going to play along.
“I’m going to see Kara today.” Gordon said, rather casually.
“Your Swedish girlfriend?” There was a slight hint of a higher pitch entering Samantha’s voice.
“Not anymore. We’re going to talk about work.”
“Oh, yes, I was going to start working my way around your office staff today.”
“Well,” Gordon finally addressed the elephant in the room. “You started at the top last night.”
“That’s not funny.”
“Okay, okay, you’re right. Did any of the staff book appointments with you, as planned?”
“Yes. They responded eagerly to the suggestion. Do we need to talk about what happened last night?”
“I don’t know. Do we?” Gordon smirked.
“I’m…I’m…” She had no idea why she was stumped for words, but she was.
“What are you feeling, Sammy?”
“I don’t know what I’m feeling, actually. Can we leave it there for now? Just as a one night stand.”
“I was thinking the same thing. And when is your first appointment?”
“At ten.”
“How about taking a taxi together?”
“Sounds good.”
They had bought themselves time to figure out what they were feeling. For now, there were no commitments, and Samantha found it more comfortable. Gordon played along, willing to give her more time to come around.
Chapter 7
Darkness began to settle in the area. The soldiers of King Sverre could see their breath as wisps of frosty air. Their march on the Jamt armies had slowed to a virtual standstill.
Sverre turned to his able lieutenant, Leifand asked, “Do we press on with the attack?”
“No, sire, we wait till morning.”
“Aren’t the peasant fighters spoiling for a fight?”
“I say we let the peasants distract them and save our best fighters till the morn.”
“Apt. Make sure we know where the encampments are and ready the troops for a surprise attack as the sun rises.”
The attack was a success, it wasn’t clear how much the peasant fighting had contributed, but the Jamt army spent far more time running away and being stabbed in the back than actually fighting. So, the Norwegian Birkebeiner forces took control of Jämtland.
“That was a boring story, Mr. Gordon.”
“Ella, don’t be rude. And it’s Gordon, just Gordon.”
Samantha decided not to intervene. She felt sorry for Gordon, wondering what story he was going to tell that would impress Ella.
“Don’t worry about it, Samantha. I have another one.” Gordon tried to assure Samantha and Ella at the same time.
A frightening large black worm with the head of the cat jumped out of the center of the lake and disappeared into its depths. For years, it has caused terror among the local people; it ate so many of them that it was long enough to wrap itself around Frösön island and bite its own tail.
“That’s too scary, Mr. Just Gordon.” Both Gordon and Samantha burst into laughter. Ella could be quite a handful and was always very interesting.
“Well, you deserved it, Ella. Now go and wash your hands and brush your teeth so that you can get ready for bed.” Samantha decided to buy Gordon and her some time. Ella excitedly dashed away to do just what her mom suggested.
“She couldn’t wait to get away from my stories,” Gordon suggested.
“Absolutely,” Samantha agreed, laughing.
The sun had almost completely set over Storsjöns Lake, casting a deep glow over the calm waters. Samantha had set out a little bowl for Ella to perform her ablutions. Two tents were set up beside the fire, which Gordon was poking into life. Ella had never slept in a tent before, and she was excited. Samantha assumed Ella would wake her up throughout the night because she wouldn’t be used to the relative hardness of the camp mats, so Samantha wasn’t terribly excited herself.
“More wine?” Gordon asked.
“One more glass. I shan’t be losing control of myself tonight.”
“Not even a little bit of losing control? I can work wonders with my hands.”