Prompt: Hmmmm, maybe some really intense hand-holding? LOL
Summary: Who knew holding someone's hand could bring about feelings like these?
He reaches between them and grabs a hold of her hand. It's something normal for them in circumstances like this – they're watching a movie and she's leaning against his shoulder – and would seem like an innocent gesture for a couple to an outsider, but to her, the minimal contact brings on memories of the previous day. It reminds her of their contact last night, not as minimal or innocent as this.
The pad of his thumb brushes the back of her hand and it makes her sigh. She's comparing it to the way that very finger had ghosted across her nipple last night and the tingling sensation that had accompanied his touch comes back. She leans into his body more.
She notes how soft his hand feels against her skin. Almost as soft as his lips. She thinks of those too. First on her own mouth. Lower to her chin, neck, collarbone, breast. She remembers the sounds she made, and him reminding her to be quiet because his father is just next door. Lower to her stomach and lower still. Her cries for more get louder and shriller as his soft lips work on her, caressing her sex in a teasing way. She begs that he doesn't stop and says a silent prayer that his father is still asleep.
She brushes his hand with her thumb now, returning his affectionate act. His hand is warm. It makes her think of how warm she had been mere hours ago with his body pressed against hers as they moved together. She closes her eyes and relishes in the memory of him sliding in and out of her. She remembers lifting her hips to meet each thrust. A steady rhythm: in and out, in and out. Everything about him was warm.
She refocuses on the present as he gives her hand a quick squeeze and tells her he'll be back with some sodas for them. It was meant to be a gentle squeeze but she can feel his strength in it nonetheless. Again she thinks back to the night before, remembering his strong arms lifting her up from the small of her back. He plunges deeper into her thanks to the new angle and captures her lips with his to stop the scream brought on by the feeling of him filling her completely.
He walks back into the room just as she remembers the utter satisfaction her climax had brought her. She asks how long his father will be at Harry's house and smiles when he tells her that he'll probably be another hour. She can tell he's surprised when she suddenly straddles him. If his facial expression hadn't told her as much, the fact that he's dropped his Coke does.
The phone rings and she doesn't care that it might be an angry Charlie having figured out she didn't spend the night at Angela's. All she cares about at the moment is Jacob's lips on her own.
